Jokes on you Mrs. Witch. Most of my dysphoria comes from being way too far on the "boy" side of things as an enby. What you really just cursed me with is as an Ace person making my partner a good 10-20x more physically attracted to me. xD

Bans that the only real way to enforce is subjecting children to genital inspections by the way. A lot of these bans as well from what I've seen take the form of "Allow parents to accuse kid of being trans," usually in the form of "She doesn't look girly enough," to which the accused now basically has to prove they're not trans. Which as stated generally has to be let an approved doctor poke at your bits until he's satisfied you were born with the "correct" ones.

There's a setting in your store preferences to hide those games. It distinguishes between "there's sometimes nudity" and "porn game" even.

Add to that radicalization pipeline bit the fact that obscene wealth like what Notch came into tends to be extremely socially isolating and directly causes people to lose touch with reality. Not to be like "oh the poor billionaires," but having that kind of money literally causes mental illness. For their own good, no one should be allowed to have that kind of money.

Is it still courage if the reason you're a bottom is because your brain turns to mush and you melt into a puddle of goo when your partner does stuff? Asking for a friend >. >

Being entirely oblivious mostly. I make shonen anime protagonists and lesbian stereotypes look like love gurus by comparison. I am so dense my sexuality actually collapsed into a black hole and that's why I'm asexual.

I missed my wife trying no less than 6 times in one day to get me to come to bed with her. A little while later I noticed her go to the bedroom and thought "Oh sweet, she hasn't gone to sleep yet. Maybe I can get some snuggles." I was then delivered an ultimatum. I either get fucking, or fucking get. I blue-screened so hard I apparently just closed the door and left. I don't actually remember what happened in that moment. That's how hard my brain broke.

Luckily when she eventually was done and came out to tell me it was safe she was laughing her ass off. Apparently my look of utter confusion and bewilderment was something to behold.

Anyone who listened to Trump and Vance explain them basically. For months they've been straight up lying to their voters that if they put a tariff on China, then China would have to pay to ship their products to the US. How they're going to bring in all this money from China and the rest of the countries that had been supposedly "screwing us" in trade.

Seems like they're basically counting on many of them having no choice but to come back. Just like they're counting on them being willing to accept having basically no rights.

Because slavery is better than getting killed by gangs/cartels of course /s

It's not a failure in the usual sense we think about it, no. You were still "technically wrong" in whatever hypothesis you had that was disproven. But the end result is different because theoretically everyone involved cares more about the answer being found, not necessarily that they are the one to do it.

Hell, in cases where whatever you did was later proven incorrect it's usually that whatever you did was the most correct answer for the information we had at the time. Then new information is discovered and often someone else builds off what you did to get this new answer.

You just know that they'll ding anything lgbtq both way more often and for way less explicit material than anything they will for straight content.

More like "Chat, is this real?" imo.

Depends on the cat. Sometimes it genuinely is gifting but sometimes they bring you stuff like this because they think you're a dumb hairless cat that doesn't know how to hunt properly.

We had mice in my old apartment after bringing me like 4 dead ones my oldest cat that I got as a kitten from my cousins barn cats pointed me to a live one it had cornered. Lil fucker sits up next to it, looks down at it and meows repeatedly. Doesn't stop until I kill the mouse myself. After that he never brought me another mouse.