Gust

Funny in a sick, dark humour kind of way. A lot of people don’t understand how jokes can be a defense mechanism people learn in response to repeated or extended trauma and mistake that behaviour as making light of the situation. I laughed, but this also strikes me as the kind of meme I would only selectively send to friends of mine who have also been through hell and learned to cope with dark humour. I completely understand laughing at this meme while still being furious at the underlying situation

I think the problem is less horny 14yos and more the fact that they listen to scum like Andrew Tate or the Paul brothers growing up. I see so many teenagers who live a life where the only voice in their life that speaks positively of/to them is the chud on social media trying to groom them into an angry incel. Let’s be better than blaming children for the fact that we as a society have given up the act of raising kids in favor of generating more shareholder value. It’s not the kids’ fault that both of their parents probably work 50+ hour weeks to survive and youtube is the only parent in the house most of the time

The one I remember most clearly is like… sorry in advance for tmi. Do not continue reading if you dont want to read a sex story

So we tended to do a decent amount of foreplay, and this night it was really hot and heavy. She was really seductively trying to get me to say I needed to be inside her, and we were on that line of fooling around for a while in a way we were both really into. At one point I’m on my back and she’s teasing me while straddling me, and I finally give in and tell her I need her. What does she do? Gives me the most Samuel Jackson ass expression she can muster and a “shit negro, that’s all you had to say!” I almost died laughing

The best sex I’ve ever had was with a woman who regularly (temporarily) cockblocked herself by making me laugh so hard I couldn’t stay hard

What is the charge? Eating a meal? A succulent fascist meal? Get your hands off my florida!

I learned from a few years of working with deep south boomer narcissists that you can basically own their budget if you know how to make them think your idea was their idea, and its not hard at all to do that.

“Hey <Boomer>, remember when you brought up <idea>? (They don’t remember because it’s actually your novel idea, but they’ll never admit that.) I think your <idea> would be really great because [some reason with numbers, jargon, and the word man-hours]”

Seriously. It works almost as well as being an attractive young woman in terms of how much it lets you manipulate them (which is creepy on its face, but I’ve got mad respect for the women I’ve worked with who knew how to exploit boomer creepiness into puppeteering them)