I say weird shit and half the time I actually believe it.

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  • This sounds like a dick move, but if somebody tells you to your face that if you do not do a thing, they will murder themselves and it will be your fault, the only correct response is to tell them to go ahead and murder themselves.

    Actually, suicidal people typically don’t broadcast their suicidal ideations. When people do broadcast them, it’s either a cry for help or it is a manipulation tactic.

    The cry for help people can be differentiated from the manipulation tactic people by frequency.

    People will cry for help a couple of times in their lives. Manipulators will manipulate at every opportunity.

    Using a sibling as an additional point of manipulation is another tactic of manipulators.




  • The day my niece was born, my mom had asked me to wake her up so that she could be there after the birth.

    Apparently, me actually doing what she asked me to do turned out to be a grave insult.

    She ended up yelling and screaming at me, which triggered me, so I started yelling and screaming at her, and then she hit me with the only thing she could think of to actually hurt me.

    See, from before I get into that, I’ve got to explain that from the time I was 15 until I graduated high school at 17, my mom and my stepdad essentially locked me in my room and only let me out for punishment, which was digging up stumps in the backyard or picking up a rock from one pile and hauling it to another pile, picking up a different rock from that pile, hauling that one to the third pile, back and forth. for eight to ten hours a day, And for going to school, just enough to prevent CPS from being called on them.

    There was also a healthy dose of corporal punishment on top of that, being beaten for half an hour or longer for the smallest infraction.

    It really messed with my head because I honestly thought like at some point they would come to their senses and realize how absurd the entire thing was and apologize and they never fucking did.

    Anyway, now that we’ve got the groundwork in place, my mom decided she would say the thing that she could think of to hurt me, which was to tell me that her mother, my evil grandmother, had convinced her to do all of those things because otherwise no one would ever love me.

    And why is it that otherwise no one would ever love me?

    because I’m not white

    My mom had shamed the entire family by marrying a Native American and giving birth to his child, And my grandmother, who is evil for multiple reasons, and I’ll be glad to go into those, cause may she rot in piss, was a terrible person, had decided that the only way to cleanse the family of the stain of my existence was to psychologically induce my own mother into tormenting me in every single possible way she could.

    And so every single time I think about all the opportunities I missed out on and all the times my mom wasn’t there for me and all of the times that I was neglected and abused throughout my entire childhood, it all rolls back to my grandmother being a racist cunt, and my mother somehow not realizing that for what it was, and just being a good little flying monkey and doing whatever her mother told her to do with her own fucking child.

    So yeah, I was abused because my grandmother is racist, and I didn’t find out about that until I was 23 years old.





  • The dumbest injury I ever had was, when I was like two or three years old, I jumped off of a chifferobe with a blue towel wrapped around my neck, thinking I could fly, and landed headfirst on an iron bed post.

    Apparently I blacked out, and I walked up to my mom with the towel on my forehead, telling her I didn’t feel good, and she went to take a look, and I pulled the towel away for her to see my entire face and body covered in blood.

    That was the moment that inspired her to become a nurse.

    My next actual memory after jumping off of the chifferobe was waking up in an ER and hearing a woman giving birth in the room behind me.





  • Yeah, there’s a very distinct group of people in the field that ruin their lives because of pornography, and those people are the kind of people who, if they weren’t doing pornography, would have found some other way to ruin their lives.

    Like, maybe if the person who comes from an ultra-conservative, Christian, small town goes and does porn enough to become a worldwide name, and then tries to move back to their conservative hometown, then sure, that particular branch of their life may be ruined. But overall, their life is not ruined, it’s just altered.

    Like, maybe if you want to work with children, you shouldn’t do porn, a couple of teachers have lost their jobs because they had an onlyfans on the side because teaching didn’t pay enough for them to survive, but even that is relatively easy to deal with as long as you can move to a new area and start over.


  • Yeah, I think the supernormalization factor is like the biggest indicator that capitalism has invaded pornography.

    In like the 1970s, two people having sex was enough for it to count as porn. They would be hairy and dirty and the sex was not amazing and spectacular, but it was almost always people just really enjoying each other on film.

    Then they realized that videos did better if all of the participants were conventionally attractive. And to a large part, that’s fine. I mean, I’m not particularly interested in seeing people that I am not attracted to naked.

    But then they realized that the more extreme the sexual proportions of the bodies are, the better the video did, and the more money they would make, so now the girl has to be 4’9" with 74 ZZZ breasts.

    The guy doesnt matter at all as long as he has a huge cock.

    And it’s exciting, the first time you’re exposed to this brand of media, but it does not take very long for it to become repetitive

    To fight that they started putting in stories, but the stories are terrible.

    The available plotlines are, hot girl has sex, incest, cheating, raceplay, or prostitution, and they’re always very poorly acted out because they’re just a pretext to allow sex to happen.

    Its all so boring and stale.


  • I don’t know if women are judged more harshly than men by american society as a whole for their sexual preferences.

    It feels to me that it’s either close to the same or a little bit in women’s favor.

    I’m sure there are extremes that make anything I’m saying completely invalid, but if you isolate the center of the bell curve, I feel like the women get slightly better treatment than men do.

    For instance, if you’re a guy and you’re hanging out with your bros and you see two women walk by and your bro goes, hey, those two women are lesbians and they sleep with each other. You are, as a bog standard, heterosexual American man, more likely to say, “Nice!” than “Gross!”

    Whereas if you are told two men are gay with each other, as a bog-standard heterosexual American man, you are more likely to say “Gross!” than “Nice!”


  • The problem is, at least in America, there is no discussion about sex.

    Most parents are too prudish to sit down with their children and have a healthy discussion about sex with their child, no matter how old the child is. You could be 65 years old and your parents would still not want to talk about sex with you.

    Pretty much all of the kids you grow up with know diddly squat about sex themselves, and unless you happen to have one kid in your group whose parents aren’t prudes and talk to them about sex, then pretty much the only way you can learn about sex is by watching it happen in porn.

    Kind of seems like that’s an opportunity for a side business. You could be a for hire sex education person. Alternatively, maybe you could teach a community class or create like an online sex education series.