What, lol.

My post was about how I’m not attracted to it.

You might want to stop conducting gender studies at bars.

Please, show me your psych degree from the university of 4Chan.

I know and understand where it comes from, but I don’t want to deal with it in a partner.

The chainsaw thing was absolutely because I’m a chick and representative of his overall attitude toward me that evening. Asking if I’d used a chainsaw would have been appropriate, or a quick rundown on starting/stopping would have been fine.

Basically, I ask myself if he would have said the same thing in the same way to a man. I’ve worked on enough jobsites to know that no, that doesn’t happen.

I was like this when I started dating. Popular media and family impacted how I viewed love and relationships, so accustomed to living with controlling narcissists I didn’t understand what healthy affection looked like.

My first relationships were nightmares with similar people who reinforced those ideas. If I was approached by someone with a healthy, balanced mindset, I wouldn’t know what to do with them.

Which is not to provide a solution, but rather some insight. In a sense it’s a good thing you recognize a toxic situation before it begins, in another sense it can be lonely and frustrating, and I can commiserate from the other side

Creative, fun and encouraging. Emotionally mature, respectful, and commited to ongoing self improvement. Everything else is peripheral, but bonus points for writers and artists who are into pc gaming and technology.

My biggest issue has been men socialized with some kind of bias against women, who don’t examine their need to protect and try to make decisions for me. I’m pansexual but lean toward people with dicks.

I learned how to use power tools when I was seven, I’m mechanically inclined, and built my own PC at eighteen. There are an unfortunate number of men who will start a conversation with me from a place of condescension. The last date I went on, he showed me his chainsaw, I asked to try it out and what he said started with “Okay, well it can be a little scary at first because it’s loud…” Another guy told me I was cracking eggs wrong when I made breakfast. I used to be a head chef.

But when you lock in to a new rhythm it’s like a mini orgasm in your brain.

Drums. I got a used electronic kit, a lower-end Roland model, and only play it for me. I learned the basic rhythms so I can throw some tunes on my headphones and try to play along. More meditation than anything else.

This brings me back. I hitch-hiked across Canada with a friend who brought one of these. He was meh on the guitar but amazing on this thing, and it was easy to travel with. I learned a few tunes, too. Lots of sitting in back seats, playing for whoever picked us up.

There’s another vote for strumstick. Thanks for the memory.

The amount of corporate bios I’ve read that talk about wives, husbands and family is astounding.

But I’m not totally sure what this is. It looks like someone joining the community to work for free? I might be wrong. If that’s the case they should be allowed to write whatever the hell they want as long as it’s not hurtful.

And super weird they’d take out “queer” but leave the furry thing. Not that there’s anything wrong with either.

We all are, in our own way. We all crave the shrubbery.

Sorry, friend. Maybe it’s a region block thing. Try this one: https://www.last.fm/music/Cosmo+Sheldrake/_/Tardigrade+Song

This: https://m.soundcloud.com/cosmosheldrake/cosmo-sheldrake-tardigrade-song

It inspired a haunting track.

https://m.soundcloud.com/eliza-acty/shankill-butchers-live-cover

Recreation.

Transportation.

Goats. Food, friends and defense.

It’s cheaper and easier to manipulate the stock markets through politics than to build/take over the majority of the distributed ledger.

Lady Jessica’s character in the new films pissed me off. She was one of my favorite characters in the books, and one of the first examples of a powerful, nuanced woman I’d read in my life.

She’s supposed to have so much self control she can literally alter poison with her body, decide the sex of her own baby and hypnotize people with her tone of voice, and yet she’s freaking out and crying in the movie. She went from a brilliant woman trying to survive and save her son to an over-emotional and manipulative dark mother trope.

Only once. My teammate broke rule 1, tried to steal an air filter from maintenance. I didn’t want to end up sharing a cell so I ran for the closest exit.

I made up a game called Deep Spy Penetration to play whenever I’m drunk and bored indoors. The goal is to get into as many areas of the building as possible without getting told to leave.

Rules:

1. Don’t be an asshole. Don’t steal stuff, break anything or move barricades.
2. Don’t lie to get access. Asking is allowed.
3. Opening doors with easily missed “no entry” signs is allowed, anything the average person might not see. Don’t open doors with blatant warnings.
4. If you get caught you lose.
5. If you set off an alarm you mega-lose.