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😍😘🇨🇦 VIRAGO VARNISH 🔁 "PARADISE POOL"
Human nails have a function. Different lengths can better perform differing functions. Aesthetic and preference, not to mention circumstance, lend themselves to an individual’s nail length. Human fingernails are common on every human born in the past, in the present, and in the future, similar to skin, hair, bones, and teeth. Everyone* has ‘em. I PERSONALLY enjoy wielding what are traditionally/socially/commonly accepted as “long” nails (which is a very relative and subjective term). Which, incidentally, are ALSO traditionally/socially/commonly (dependent on culture, too, granted) associated with women. My reasons are various. They are really of no one’s concern unless circumstance permits (i.e. – me going to a doctor concerning my nails). I continually fail to understand why people seem to think they have any right or valid reason to talk to me about them. (To an extent, even complimenting them). If I want your opinion concerning something as specific as my nail LENGTH, which has nothing to do with their health or their usage or function or their color or their care or anything else, I will ask for it. If I do NOT, though, I expect you to hold your tongue. Now, I can take a compliment. But for the most part (and people aren’t THAT dumb, to be unwittingly hurtful with what they say) people want to give comment on MY nail length as according to THEIR opinions and THEIR norms and THEIR comfort levels, none of which really have anything to do with ME, and usually end up NOT being anything positive or edifying. I’m so……wait, no – I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO tired of having to explain myself or feel awkward or embarrassed or even just having to PUT UP with the amount of shit that I do for not lying within the general cis-gendered population’s norms. With all due respect, non-gracious commentators of me, my exhausted ass just wants to say: FUCK. YOU. [*Most everyone]
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