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What if we went floating… together?

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[so horny my penis is whistling like a tea kettle] what? i cant hear you over my penis

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pins by Abprallen

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CJ The X on Perfectionism

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They may censor the present but they can't censor the ancient past. Those guys had whipping (bad, not sexy) so I can post about whipping (by the privelige of historic and cultural distance, sexy, good)

I was disappointed that there is no whip emoji, y know, for kinky reasons, but we're so lucky that Unicode supports hieroglyphs - look at these beautiful symbols 𓀓𓀝 instantly in the vocabulary

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I was disappointed that there is no whip emoji, y know, for kinky reasons, but we're so lucky that Unicode supports hieroglyphs - look at these beautiful symbols 𓀓𓀝 instantly in the vocabulary

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I've realized recently that every time I'm asked for socials my response is sorta "oh i don't have twitter" "I'm not on Instagram much" "i uninstalled TikTok a few months ago" and this has led people into believing I'm just someone who doesn't do social media but in reality you can find me in here lets get it on cunts monday through shawty like a melody sunday, 9am to 12am, posting blorbo.

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I was frying something in oil today when I was hit by an Adam and Eve-like sudden realization that I was naked

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lead poisoned with mama

I love when articles about toxic vintage toys have pics like this

Bert is a triple-toxic little bicth

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friend chip….

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i know that like if we want the rewards of being loved we must submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known but like what are the rewards of being loved? are they really worth all that? you talk of love and loving often and sometimes im so in your corner but other times it just makes me angry. is it really all that great?

This ask has been in my inbox for a number of days now, and honestly, every time I try and contemplate what it’s asking my mind stalls. “What are the rewards of being loved?” reads like like asking what kind of cheese the moon is made of, or how much dark there is before the dawn. It’s definitely a question! Theoretically it has an answer! But what kind of answer can I give that will make sense, since apparently....the reward of being loved isn’t being loved.

I mean, in the original essay, the one that gave birth to the meme, the trigger for “being known” is not really all that mortifying. Timothy Kreider emailed his friends about a herd of goats he was renting. Someone accidentally replied-all “oof,” which inspired the reflection about the gap between how we imagine people see us (charmingly off-beat renter of goats, perfect) and how we are actually known by the people in our lives (someone who fritters away their income renting a herd of goats for no discernible reason.)  Kreider concludes that this actually isn’t a gap at all---we are all fully capable of loving people profoundly while still seeing their faults, finding things they do annoying, and commiserating with mutual friends about that person’s quirks. 

I as an individual might like to think I am exempt from this, that I am dazzling and charming and the people who like me don’t even notice my foibles, but the truth is they do, it just doesn’t effect their love for me. 

Hence the “mortifying ordeal”---not only do I have to make myself vulnerable to someone else’s gaze, but I then have to accept that the people who like me do it in full knowledge of who I am. At any given moment, people are walking around fully aware of the fact that I’m a know-it-all and a bad loser, that I am not always emotionally available; my first instinct is to argue and my taste in music is somehow pedestrian and pretentious at once, that I am mostly trying, and a lot of times I fail. All the less-than-perfect things inside me are not secreted out of view; they are very obvious to anyone who has spent enough time with me, who has chosen to be around me for more than a half hour.

And that’s the people who like me!

So if we didn’t want to be known, deep down under all the squirming icky, insecure mess that makes being known such a terrifying prospect, then you’re right. The ordeal isn’t worth it, we should all pack up and go home, because people are always going to fucking see us. The random coworker who watches your face during a meeting knows you; the cousin who listened to your snarky comment knows you. You stumble through the world being known, inevitably, inexorably.

But being seen is necessary to be truly loved---and when it comes down to it, to be loved is to be real. Kreider references The Velveteen Rabbit in his follow-up article, appropriately titled “I Am a Meme Now.” I don’t think he’s wrong to draw on the idea that people observing our secret places, our weird faces, our strange comments and experience of the world makes them ultimate more real. Our experience lives inside us, in our head and impulse and feeling, so we are not objective in this---but we can’t escape all that leak out of us into the sight of others either. We can’t escape being known by someone who isn’t us, and rendered more than just our subjective selves through them. (In some ways, being known by someone else can be even truer than what we know about ourselves.)

The reward of all this---the only one that counts---is that sometimes, someone looks into your bloody beating insides and stays. They see your ugly expressions and listen to your nasty comments and peel back the heavy, wet layers of your intestines to see the guts beneath and still, they love you anyway. 

It is the closest thing to a miracle most of us will experience.

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breakfast

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the spoiler is here

happy pride month superman is making ur dash gay

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Replaying Baldur's gate with my husband and company. Shadowheart and I have bonded over being the only other sane people in that game.

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neurodivergence hack! if you have a minor social disagreement with someone you can picture in your mind beating that person over and over again and no one can tell or stop you.

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last night i had a dream that i was watching a video posted by the official WWE youtube channel that was just white text on black background for like 4 hours that said "YOU ONLY DESIRE OTHER PEOPLE BECAUSE YOU ARE A SADIST" and i was like "wow thats so weird of them to post this"

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now looking for beta readers! so i can show you a draft asking, is this good enough to be a 0 note post?