The first time.
I'll just leave it at that.
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Seriously if you read the internet you might think the smell is enough to halt a charging moose in its tracks! I've eaten it a few times now though and it's no big deal. The hardest part is finding it!
Durian right??
☝️ That right there.
Did I accidentally get caught up in a game of non sequitur?
I worried for a long time that I was gonna be single forever. The was dumb for 2 reasons.
1, When I finally dated somebody for the first time, I quickly realized that actually no, a relationship was not necessary for maintaining my self worth, and
2, Turns out if I just go for it enough times, eventually I'll make the shot. In fact, the confidence I now have in being okay being single makes it easier to find relationships because I'm not pushing my entire self worth on somebody when I ask them out which makes them more comfortable and therefore more likely to say yes.
When I was a kid we had the Playboy Channel which i was not allowed to watch. It served very soft core porn 24/7.
I would watch it every chance I got of course. I was utterly convinced, based on nothing*, that my father had some device hidden in his room that monitored what channels the television had been on. I figured the imagined device could only track the last X number of channels watched.
So I would have one eye on booba and the other eye monitoring every car that drove by out front so that when my parents got home I could quickly race the television through a bunch of channels, rendering the tracking device I had dreamed up useless! This went on for years 😂😭
*trauma
was it all just hetro? or was there mlm or wlw mixed in too? :3c
Playboy? To my knowledge Playboy has never acknowledged the existence of alternatives to heteronormative sexuality beyond some spicy faux-"lesbian" spreads clearly laid out for the heterosexual male eye.
They've been decent LGBTQ+ allies over the years, especially in the '60s and '70s, taking some very strong editorial stances in favour of alternative sexuality, but in terms of actual content, they were always laser-focused on the male heterosexual eye, even when showing putative "lesbians".
They knew their market and catered to it with precision.
awww, what did you do without ao3?
What's an ao3?
archive of our own, fanfic site
Ah. Never seen it.
Would he ever propose.
The fucker knew a Halloween card was the perfect Trojan Horse and was waiting for the perfect moment.
That I was too high maintenance. I’m disabled and always been in the position of “be grateful for what you have and don’t you dare ask for anything” taking up space was a sin I could never be absolved from. In reality I’m incredibly self sufficient, I’m competent, I’m capable, I don’t ask for much and what I do ask for is both justified and reasonable. Being taught asking for even the most basic things made me an ungrateful bitch sent me on and endless pursuit of how to best disappear 🫥 but I’ve realized I’m absolutely not “high maintenance” I’m a completely normal person who needs totally normal amounts of support, affection, care, etc and if I occasionally want or need more of something that doesn’t make me an ungrateful bitch.
Not everyone knows how to drive a super car, it’s not the cars fault, the car isn’t doing anything wrong if the driver can’t handle something so powerful