Cofiwch Dryweryn 
I don’t really have strong memories of Christmas, I get the impression from my family that I tended to be less depressive at that time of year.
Well, aside from that time I snuck off from a party and tried to kill myself in the woods, but I was doing that a lot that year so I’m not sure that counts as a Christmas specific thing.
Cis is just the opposite of trans. If some people are trans then it follows others are cis.
20 years ago you’d be pissing and whining about the use of heterosexual.
There was this bloke who used to sit at the train station close to the uni I was attending at the time, he’d drink cans of alcohol and do a little trainspotting. We talked a couple of times and he gave me some advice that helped me get out of my shell and talk to people a lot more. I must’ve only chatted with him, like, once or twice but I think it made all the difference in pushing me into making friends in what would otherwise’ve been a very lonely and isolated part of my life.
Not sure if I’d class it as the craziest moment of my life, but it was like a scene out of a sitcom:
When I was a teenager I briefly worked part-time at a place that refurbished various household appliances. Donations came in through the front and ended up in back with very little looking over. We took all sorts in and the workshop floor was split into various departments based on what appliances they dealt with. I was a new hire and they were still cycling me 'round various departments, my least favourite one was when I was assigned to cleaning out used ovens.
One day this box came in and, like, we opened it up and there were various electronic massaging gizmos. So, my supervisor is pulling 'em out, he passes some of 'em to me to give a lookover to make sure they’re clean and do, like, PAT tests and stuff.
I’m plodding along and he gets to work on the rest himself. I’m doing the tests on this thing that’s like a plastic plate with this piece on the top vaguely shaped like a pair of cupped hands, when my supervisor calls me over to lend a hand. He’s got this black tube that goes a bit wider on one end, about as thick as my wrist. It looked kinda like a torch but with a cap screwed over the bit the light’s in.
His hands are a bit slippy so he’s having a hard time unscrewing the cap, so he asked me to have a go. Wider end pointed away from me, I wrapped my hand around the cap and gave it a good twist. The first clue I had that something was amiss was that my supervisor went bright red. I asked him what’s wrong and just told me to see for myself, so I turn the thing in my hand and see this silicone orifice looking back at me.
That was how I learnt what a fleshlight is.
NO
Tankie has been shifting way beyond its original meaning to just be a vague leftward stab, but being an anarchist and everything I don’t think it applies to me just yet
That’s a brave person right there, to stand in front of all those tanks.
What happened next? I bet it was something terrible.
When I was still in the closet, I grew and maintained a big beard as part of my attempts at performative masculinity.
Not saying that this is what’s happening with most men who’re growing 'em out, but sometimes I see a bloke with a well maintained set of facial hair looking absolutely miserable and my egg radar starts shrieking.
Have a good day, friend
You too, mate.
Ah, you’re right, I see now, boiling down Marxist critique into “can’t control emotions” and “only wants money” while celebrating the individualistic ramblings of a lead-poisoned imperial despot, is a much more rational outlook.
Systemic issues aren’t real, you just gotta stop thinking bad thoughts and suddenly the crushing oppression that Aurelius was writing in defense of don’t matter.
“Hmm, why would man sitting on the top of an inherently unjust system preach complacency with said system as a virtue? Must be because he’s super rational and smart.”
I don’t know how you walked away from The Shape of Water with such a shallow reading, but eh, not everyone’s taste in films is the same.
I have a great dislike for the sorts of horror films where horror is conveyed entirely by long drawn out tension into a jumpscare. It bores me and then I stop caring about what’s going on in the film. The Woman in Black is one that immediately springs to my mind, ironically because of how bland I thought it was. It’s what you’d get if you told chatGPT to write the script for a horror movie. Just a bloke stumbling 'round a house at night being scared by random shit punctuated by daytime exposition scenes. I know it was trying to trying to say something about grief but I just couldn’t care enough about it after the spooky violin lead up to the protagonist being startled by a tap making a loud noise when he turned it on.
Y’know, I’ve never thought about that before.
I guess, I would.
Eager to discuss the cool things they’ve read.
Able to make me laugh.
Cleans up after themselves (I know, low bar).
Communist of some stripe.
Superficial but:
For what it’s worth, I do find this somewhat reassuring.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get to where you are, but to hear that it could get better does make me feel a little less shitty.
Thank you.
I might have to try that, thank you.
I miss the silence of empty rooms.
I developed tinnitus earlier this year, and now I’m never gonna be able to just sit somewhere quiet and far away from everyone else and be alone with my thoughts. This ringing will follow me everywhere, drowning out the distant sounds of cars disturbing puddles in distant streets on a rainy night, obscuring all the subtle little noises that danced on the edges of my perception. But most of all robbing me of any truly quiet moment for the rest of my life.
I’ve love to see a remake of Dino crisis in the vein of the recent Resident Evil remakes.
Will have to dig up a link to it, but the Silent Hill foreskin guy is a classic.
Not just do you get a better sense of the measurements but also the feel of the fabric. If I’m gonna buy something to wear, I really wanna be sure it’s nice against my skin before I buy.
Sadly, I live in the arse end of nowhere though, and there’s a lot of stuff I find without looking online.