queerlilhayseed

No. I'm asking if you are endorsing rape as an acceptable punishment in cases where you are highly confident, beyond a reasonable doubt, that someone is a fascist.

So... you're endorsing rape as a punishment, but only if we're like, super duper sure they're fascists? Is that what you mean by "extra harshly"?

You'd think so, but IME there's a greater need for precise geometry when you have less cushion for imprecise pushin'. Sometimes the hip bone meets the sit bone. I think there are advantages with the angles I can hit too, but I haven't personally collected enough data on the ample to badonkulous region of the callipygian range to draw any definitive conclusions.

I bought a 5-pack of 8GB USB drives for making live USBs, many years ago it feels like, and have somehow managed to hold onto all of them. I tend to use Green and Black the most for file transfers and they have started to fail pretty regularly but I can't throw them out, they're a family. Funnily enough Purple, the one that got assigned "Permanent Ubuntu Live USB" duty and has seen more than its share of writes, is still rock solid.

I loved having a smartwatch, for the brief period of time I had one. They fell to (IMO) the pitfalls of being annoying to charge and being tied to massive smartphone walled gardens. After a few years my smartwatch couldn't even hold a charge through a single day, and had lost support from the manufacturer anyway, and was hard to keep synced with my phone, and eventually the hassle became too much for it to be worth it.

But if we had a standard API for wearables that smartphone companies adhered to, and I didn't have to charge it every night, I would love to have another smartwatch. They're so convenient.

Sure they do. Friends can and should ask their friends for help when they need it. There shouldn't be guilt or coercion involved, of course, and in a healthy friendship it should be a two way street, but part of friendship is helping your friends when they need help. I like helping my friends move, when I can. It's a chore but it's also a good excuse to hang out with a friend :)

It doesn't sound too far off from my experience of depression. When I was in my 20's I fully expected to be dead (one way or another) before 30 and I felt pretty blasé about it. Having 50+ more years of misery seemed intolerable by comparison. Then 30 kinda snuck up on me and things really had gotten a little bit better, so I just kept on going just to see what would happen, and have kept keeping on ever since.

Flat butt club 💁🏻‍♀️🥞

Because violent revolts elevate violent leaders. Because violence is the last, worst option for influencing the behavior of your fellow humans. Nonviolence isn't more effective than violent political action if all you want to do is swap out who's in change, but it is more effective (I would argue necessary) if what you want is a nonviolent society governed by a nonviolent democratic government. Once both sides have devolved into violence, really the only thing that sets policy is which faction is able to inflict the most pain. It also proves the fascist rule of "everyone is ultimately violent, so your best bet is to stick with the violent team that shares your religion / skin color / flag / etc." and dominate through might, rather than trying to build a genuinely peaceful coalition that could, if empowered, build a genuinely peaceful government that makes its citizens' lives better.

Or, to put it another way, you can use The One Ring to defeat Sauron, and you may succeed in defeating him, but you will corrupt yourself in the process and become the very thing you sought to destroy.

Thus do we see the insidious power of the Song. /u/FenrirIII, in their arrogance, sought to turn the Song to their own purposes, in simple jest. But they were deceived, and enthralled, by the will of the Song. It consumed them, and, when their mind was broken, contrived to be put into a meme purporting to fight against the Song, while infecting the minds of all who looked upon it, forcing them to hear the song before its appointed hour. And all who hear it, having heard it once, are doomed to hear it echoed in their minds, never are they free of its taint. Beware such fools, and look not upon their creations, at least not with the sound on. And pity the ones who heed not the warnings.

I have two big hurdles. One is that I often don't have a comfortable place to write. My desk is always messy, I don't like writing in bed, etc. This one can be resolved with a little planning, it's annoying but doable and having a place to write really helps with the second and more difficult hurdle:

The second hurdle is that I almost never actually want to write when it actually comes down to doing the actual writing. I'll clear my desk, set reminders on my phone, buy nice notebooks and pens, have good intentions and then I'll wake up in the morning, or get home in the evening, and I'll have to choose between writing and not writing. As of this post, not writing has won most of the contests. The thing that has worked best for me, even though I am far from consistent, is recognizing that I don't want to write, acknowledging the fact, and then making myself write anyway. Even if all I scribble down is "I don't want to write, I have nothing to say, I don't want to do this right now, this is stupid and sucks and why am I writing this drivel in a 35 goddamn dollar notebook" it still counts, and it builds the writing muscle.

I know this is very out of vogue at the moment, but I think one of the first clues I should have picked up on was when I was reading Harry Potter and got to the polyjuice potion, and immediately wondered what it would be like to use it to change into a woman and have sex as a woman. I didn't even really realize I was bi at the time but I rationalized it in my little christian brain that I would be married to a woman, we would take the potion to turn into each other, and in that way it would still be 100% good christian marital sex. got a lot of mileage out of that little loophole.

Didn't get any actual cracks in the egg until several years after marriage, after my partner came out as non-binary, and I began seriously questioning my own gender. Then, a lot of daydreams and speculations I had started to make a lot more sense.