Enjoyment of naked people ranked

1. They want me to see them naked
2. They want people to see them naked
3. They want to get paid for people seeing them naked

Things that didn’t make the list

1. They don’t want people to see them naked

I guess this whole AI nudes thing is an extension of rape culture. Like these people want to exploit women sexually against their will, and the AI nudes tool is just the latest iteration of that. Before this it was “caught naked” images by paparazzi or peeping creeps, photoshopping their face on porn, or hacking into their phone/computer to steal their self shot nudes or videos. I can’t think of a conclusion here other than fuck these people and their fucked up sexuality.

Isn’t that a fennec fox?

I’ll have what she’s having

They didn’t know Bad Bunny was a US citizen because they’re ignorant of Puerto Rico.

I didn’t know Bad Bunny was a US citizen because I didn’t know he existed till last week.

We are not the same.

Sub tops are real. There are dozens of us. DOZENS!

I keep flip flopping between wishing I was born a cis woman and being happy I’m trans. I think partly I do really want to look like a cis woman in all the subtle ways people take for granted, but also I know that if I was born a cis woman it wouldn’t really be me at all. There are things about being trans women that are unique to us, and while society treats those things as bad and wrong and tries to punish us for being trans, or push us to transition more completely or not at all, I don’t want to lose the parts of me that are unique and special just to pass better. Partly I feel that way because I have the body I have and accepting it for what it is even as I try to change it hurts less than the alternative, but also I want to love myself for who I am not become someone other people deem worthy of love.

The concept of intersectionality comes to mind. I’m trans, bi, have audhd, and probably aro. I’ve spent the majority of my life under complex layers of masks, hiding my neurodivergence, hiding my sexuality, hiding gender, hiding my lack of interest in traditional romantic relationships, trying to fit into boxes other people presented to me. I did that to myself every day for my entire life. I fabricated a person who never existed for the benefit of others and wounded myself emotionally, constantly, to keep up the facade. What I learned from that experience is that hiding myself doesn’t really get me anything, because any love or affection or approval or praise that I got because of my masks meant nothing to me. If I could pass as neurotipical, straight, a man, whatever, and feel nothing for the accomplishments of that person I was playing, why would I feel any different about playing a cis woman? I’m not a cis woman. I have a penis and testicles. I have a y chromosome (as far as I know). I am who and what I am, and I want to love myself for the real me. I want my loved ones to love me for the real me. I want everyone to see the real me, see what the real me has accomplished. If they hate me for it at least they’re hating the real me. That’s better than them accepting a mask in my place. Idk. That’s just how I feel about it.

Ok chat today we’re running lesbian-brother-master%. Hopefully we can break into the top 100 today.

Can confirm. We are so cool. Nothing to do with the prostate or tits we’re just inherently sick af.

It’s a human life. What could it cost $1200?

It will always be the Sears tower to me.

I’ve never thought about it this way before but it makes a lot of sense. I definitely feel injustice as distinct from anger, to the point of having completely different physical sensations. Injustice to me feels like, idk kinda like I’m pissed off medusa. I feel it like the hair on my head all wants to stand up all at once and I feel this hard focus and a feeling I need to do something about it. Anger I feel much more in my face and chest kinda.

Ah one of the evil lesbians of history.

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Warm smooth soft thighs

I mean yeah but not really. Poly is still about romantic relationships and still has a sense of hierarchy. Romantic relationships are still very much prioritized over other relationships, they just add extra layers of romantic hierarchy. Many poly people end up with one primary partner they prioritize over others, with secondary partners needs usually being overridden by the primary partners needs almost by default. It still feels just as exclusive and gross to me. I want multiple sex partners but I don’t want anything to do with someone who thinks they get a say in how I spend my time or with who.

Suck a dick troll cunt

More like I can’t really move because the only places I can even work are just like the place I am, or worse, and there’s only like 5 cities with jobs in my field anyway, unless I wanted to sell my soul working for a defense contractor contributing to killing innocent civilians and children. I wish I had a job with more mobility. I’m still just a cog in a giant machine that doesn’t give a fuck about me, the same as everyone else.

Also I’m not a mechanical engineer so I couldn’t tell you which fastener to use, so on both counts you’d lose that bet.

I’m an engineer with a graduate degree working in the aerospace industry doing a job only a few thousand people in the world can do, and nothing in aerospace can be done without someone doing my job. I’ve lived frugally, saved as much as I can, I’m healthy without any major medical expenses. I feel that I’m a functioning, productive member of society. Yet I have little hope of being able to afford a home where I live. I can barely afford to move to a less shitty apartment. My biggest cost outside of the bare necessities over the past few years has been therapy, and I’m constantly worrying about whether I can really afford it. If I’m in such a good position and barely treading water economically, how the fuck is anyone supposed to live? We’re barreling toward a cliff and the rich just keep pushing on the gas.

This is me I think. My most long lasting relationship was basically me and my best friend hanging out, living together, and having sex. I loved her a lot but looking back I don’t think it was ever quite in the way she wanted me to. We talked about marriage but it never really sat right with me. It’s been hard to accept that I might be aro. When I think about it too much I just feel sad because I’m afraid the kind of relationship I really want is impossible. Best friends who bang. I don’t want the exclusivity, expectations, or implicit sense of ownership of a romantic relationship. I value my autonomy way too much for that to feel anything but suffocating. I want to just choose to be with my besties every day and oops 30 years have gone by and we’re still together vibing and fucking.