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"bottom" please consider đ«” whether the word you are looking for is in fact "submissive" ! because if we decide that taking dick means your personality & character r inherently subservient đ we might as well just throw in the towel on the most basic premise of feminism & đ« kill ourselves đ
Shout out to the phrase âIâm going to become the jokerâ for capturing a very specific and real emotion
When people talk about all art being political (hard agree) they always talk about the content, themes, etc present within the art itself. Which obviously I get and obviously is a huge part of it. Of course. But Iâm personally always struck by the politics surrounding the more metatextual elements of the art; that is, stuff like access to the tools needed for the creation of the art. I mean the literal materials of which an artpiece is made. This is a low-hanging-fruit example but Iâm reminded of that Disney adult who tried to claim art isnât inherently political by being like âI just drew a stick figure on a napkin, is that political? đ€Łđ€Łâ & while I think there are multiple different angles from which one could criticize this blatantly pathetic argument, I remember being really struck by like⊠the flagrant âwasteâ of implicitly throwaway resources that many parts of the world just literally donât have and/or that carry with them deeply fraught histories of capitalist labor exploitation and destruction of natural resources. Like. Napkins?? The apolitical canvas that is paper napkins?
message from Patricia about the recent situation
a hometown is a type of dead wife
you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up
You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid
please stop trying to convince me the cause is righteous and convince me the tactics are effective
If crash bandicoot were homophobic, instead of spinning into and breaking crates, he'd spin into and break homosexual people.
new kind of guy dropped
he's unironically 100% correct and i will hear nothing against him
crying is really fun i love how diverse it is. like sometimes you're just casually shedding tears slowly for half an hour recreationally more out of sublime complexity than proper sadness, and other times you're full on bawling in public because shit fucked you up bad and there's no recovering, and other times you've got the crocodile tears going as someone else cries in your arms while you feel nothing just in case you need to pretend to be a human. it's just so fun.
truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if sheâs sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if sheâs perhaps worried sheâs a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and thatâs enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said sheâs here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then sheâll make another one. I said âisnât it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?â and she just looked at me funny and said âwhat do you mean? The whole world was here, waitingâ. Some people, I tell you.
"The gaming industry is bizarre. It is not an industry of success. It is an industry of your competitor, your direct head to head competitor, tripping over their dick and faceplanting into a bunch of shit. The only reason Sony got ground with the PS1 is because Nintendo fucked them with a deal and then went with carts for N64 and spent so many years pissing off third parties that everyone was willing to jump ship. The Saturn fucking killed itself by dropping into stores that were only Kmarts. The PS3 fucked up its entire early launch cycle by going a year late $200 more. And if you can just keep your company not shitty, if you can make a not terrible product, and your competitor makes an awful one, youâre the one who gets all the money"
-Pat from Two Best Friends Play on a interview from over 10 years ago.
Train tracks. Photo by Dmitry Baltermants (1960).
OH OKAY......
sex isn't sexy unless it's a little bit gross. have you forgotten that you are a divine ape? plastic smooth skin, plucked hair, painted faces, scripted reactions, scrubbed til only the smell of perfumed soap remains, proportions that are conflictingly cookiecutter yet unattainable, none of this is even a little bit interesting.
you can laugh at napoleon's "home in three days, don't bathe" letter to his wife, but there's more sexuality in that one line then there is in the entirety of the hypersexualized but painfully unsexy internet.
in plain sight
