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you found it disgusting and immoral i found it sexy and arousing that’s why i’m happier than you

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Absolutely wild to me how sometimes you don't even realize the way you'd been taught to perceive things as a kid was kinda fucked up, actually, until decades later.

Example:

As a kid, I constantly lived in fear of damaging shit in my parent's house. The walls. The floors (especially the floors. The wood was beautiful. Shiny. But so easy to scratch). The cabinets.

As a sixteen-year-old, I once took my car to the dealership after work and paid a very dear sum of $250 ($10/hr cashier salary) to fix a slight scratch in the paint because I knew if my father saw it there would be hell to pay. It didn't matter that I parked far out, like I'd been taught, and someone scratched it anyway. It was my fault. I failed in my duties as a steward of my vehicle.

Every time I scratched a rim on a curb while parallel parking or got a door ding or, god forbid, didn't wash and vacuum that car every weekend, it was treated like some sort of moral failing.

Last year, when my husband and I first moved into our house, he scraped the side of our car when parking in our (Very Narrow) garage. When he told me, my first instinct was to be afraid for him. Like something terrible was going to happen to him because of this mistake. I urgently reassured him that it was okay, it was an accident, I wasn't mad. Baffled, he was like, "Yeah? I know? Like, thank you for the reassurance, but I'm only a little annoyed, I'm not upset. It's just a car." And I had to take several minutes to process that. It's...just a car.

We keep the car tidy. We maintain it. But we wash it maybe 4x a year. We only vacuum it after dirty road trips or when the dog hair starts to get annoying. It has scrapes and dings and the leather seats have stains. But that's ok. Because it's just a car.

This morning, I realized that a small rock had gotten embedded in the felt foot on one of our bar stools. Neither of us had noticed. There are now scratches on our beautiful hardwood floor. My immediate response was fear accompanied by a heavy measure of paralyzing guilt. "I'm so sorry," I told my husband, "I should have noticed. I'll figure out how to fix it, I swear. I can probably sand down that section and match the stain and--"

"Whoa, hey," he said. "It was an accident. And it's fine. Floors are going to get damaged. They're floors. We live here. There was damage in places before we even bought the house, remember? It's not a big deal. It's just a floor." Right. It's just a floor. Right.

My husband's mom is visiting and this afternoon, as I was sitting in the kitchen looking at the scratches on the floor, I offhandedly asked her if my husband had ever broken or damaged anything as a kid. "Of course," she said. Household items. A TV. A wrecked car during his teen years. I asked how she punished him.

"Why would I punish him for things like that?" she said. "They were all accidents."

Right. Of course. Right.

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the infuriating thing is that there is genuinely so much good queer literature out there, contemporary and not, but there is also a sizeable chunk of readers who think that a book only "counts" as good queer literature if it's a) unproblematic, b) contains romance as its central focus, and c) has the characters state their orientation and/or gender identity directly to the audience using socially acceptable 21st-century terms (as opposed to resorting to cowardly tactics such as Subtext and Themes)

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u call that blade serrated i call it ribbed for her pleasure

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Give a man a leaf and he will eat it. Teach a man to leaf and he will go away

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[ Begin ID: A screenshot of a reply by @/archvillain that reads "as an add-on tip, if you hate wiretaps, please check your car against the privacy-not-included list https://www.mozillafoundation.org/en/privacynotincluded/categories/cars / End ID ]

Possibly making an insane car buying decision tomorrow. Wish me luck.

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she turned out SO pretty <333

image description: a ceramic coyote with warm brown fur striped with black. It looks up, mouth open to reveal its little fangs.

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thinking about middle aged gay love is like. we have a future and we have time

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[ ID from Alt: Doodle of Zoey and Mira from K-Pop Demon Hunters. Mira is lifting Zoey up as Zoey exclaims, "Wow, Mira! You're so strong!" With a smirk, Mira replies, "Oh, this? This is nothing." To Mira's left, there is a doodle of her working out vigorously and chanting "she likes strong women" over and over. In the top right, there's a doodle of Zoey with the note that she saw Mira working out and wanted to encourage her. / End ID ]

they are sooo cute also

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I made a 25 question quiz about identifying true deer from other mammals! See if you can be a master deerer

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old people are always like “you guys want everything to be easy” yessss queen exactly……

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Seasonal leaf dogs

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[ Image One from Alt: A photo of a gallery with a Turner painting next to a Rothko painting. They share similar yellow, orange, and green colors.

Image Two from Alt: A museum description of a painting reading: "Mark Rothko 1903-1970

Born Daughavpils, Latvia, lived Daugvapils, Portland (Oregon), New York

Untitled c.1950-2 Oil paint on canvas

North American artist Mark Rothko greatly admired Turner. He famously remarked in 1966: 'This man Turner, he learnt a lot from me'. The works in this room - unfinished paintings from late in Turner's life - appealed to Rothko. Late in his own career, he created paintings like this one which use rectangles of intense emotion. In 1969 Rothko gave a group of paintings to the Tate, hoping they would be displayed near those of Turner." / End ID ]

rothko in the turner gallery???

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[ ID from Alt: Zoey, Mira and Rumi from K-Pop Demon Hunters all together on a lime green couch, with Zoey draped across Mira's lap and smooching her loudly on the cheek, while Mira smirks at Rumi teasingly. Rumi appears flustered as Mira taunts, "Don't be shy, Rumi," and protests that she isn't. Mira has her hands around both girls' backs. / End ID ]

happy yuri day here's polytrix

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Just like how you should stop ceding ground to Zionists by saying shit like, 'Yeah, Palestinians are homophobic, but that doesn't mean they deserve to get bombed!', you should also stop manufacturing consent for US intervention by saying shit like, 'Iran is so misogynistic, girls and women are not allowed to go to school, but that doesn't mean they should be bombed as liberation!', like, it's not even true that girls and women are banned from education in Iran - why do so-called allies keep uncritically saying that?

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we need to invent a spray tan-style treatment but instead of spraying you with tanning stuff it sprays you with heavy duty spf. and it lasts a few weeks so that way you can just get your spf spray a few times a summer instead of having to spend 10 minutes every day getting sticky and oily and making sure the sunscreen is all rubbed in. how do i get on shark tank

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tiny woop

[ID: doodle of a tiny wooper sticking its head out of some grass. the wooper is so tiny.]