Monument @ Monument @lemmy.sdf.org

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It’s inferred.

There’s a whole subset of people for whom that statement would be an expression of endearment.

I would more just assume some people have a playful relationship with their partners and the subject of neurodiversity.

I mean. That’s fair. I would accept a desolate island or wherever they dropped off Bin Laden.

So what are they doing while they distract us with this?

“I get it. I broke the law and everything, but I think this is a little severe what they’re doing to me after I paid my dues after I did my time for the offense that I did,” he said.

Okay. So he gets shot twice serving the U.S. The military doesn’t give him support for his PTSD, and he turns to drugs. He gets addicted, fights with that for over a decade before they throw him in jail because there isn’t a fucking social program to help addicts in this country, not even veteran addicts, gets clean in jail, turns his life around, and spends the next 16 years complying with the restrictions placed on him due to losing his green card because of his nonviolent conviction.

So even though he apparently is one of the few people who was rehabilitated by going to prison, he was treated as if he was a criminal for the rest of his time, even though he’s been clean longer than he was an addict. So I guess the state doesn’t believe that prisons rehabilitate people. (I don’t believe they do, but it’s clear the state doesn’t either.)

And finally, this man has a non-violent conviction. Trump has done more violent crime than him. But I guess it doesn’t count if you pay off your victims and make them sign an NDA, so the media has to say “allegedly” every time they talk about all the people you’ve raped. Trump should be deported to the nearest place that’ll take him.

I used to have this overly large 3-piece sectional that I bought extremely discounted during the last day of a garage sale.

While it was too large for, well, all of my apartments, to have the couch laid out properly with all 3 sections (I often put the chaise lounge portion in another room) - I did discover that I could push all three pieces together into a rectangle that was the size of a queen sized bed, and had the couch back walls on 3 1/2 sides of the square. We’d line it with pillows and called it “The Nest” It was like a conversation pit / bed that could easily be topped with blanket ceilings for a cozy feeling, and many brunches, board game nights, sad cuddle piles, drunken hangouts, dates, and afternoon snoozes were had there.

Once we had the nest up for an entire year! People still ask after it.
Hm. I don’t love the current couch.

A real treat for the right raccoon, possum, bear, or Grouch.

Definitely slow.

INTERNATIONAL CRIME RING AFOOT!?

Over 100 left shoes stolen from Albuquerque shoe store

It’s a curtain rod to a window midway up the stairs. We’re looking down a flight of steep older stairs. The mattress is lit by the window that is (mostly) under the rod, and by an open door at the bottom of the stairs.

Kinda N/A.

I haven’t really participated in any scenes where partners have focused on someone other than me.

Not because I’m greedy or weird or anything - I just have had an odd series of fails.
I had a play partner ignore the rules of the scene before fucking happened, so the scene ended. In another, someone drank too much, so we all cuddled and made a nice breakfast the next day. In one, a normie learned a planned play partner was kinky at the bar and his version of flirting traumatized her - because I guess he thought that because she was up for fun with some people, she was up for fun with anyone. (He kept trying to grab her phone when she was showing others photos she didn’t want him to see. She was pretty subby/didn’t want to speak up, and he was using the table as cover to put his hands on her legs until she got triggered and literally ran crying to the bathroom. He was a friend of a friend, and was very clearly instructed not to speak to another person and leave immediately as soon as we figured out what was happening/that she just wanted it to stop/didn’t want to press charges.)

Consent. Gotta make sure people are willing participants in whatever fantasy you have in your head.

A gentleman of the streets.

(Which is an exaggeration for effect, I like my comfortable indoor life. I would do what it took to maintain it.)

Yeah, but I’m polyamorous and kinky.

I’ve been a part of group sex where I was taking a breather or just at a play party.

Sadly, I don’t have that ability, but I would gladly cheer on whoever does have that ability.

$37.50 an hour to talk to a minimum of 6 strangers that want something from me and think I can deliver it for them?

I’d rather be an urban outdoorsman.

My shitpost response is that I personally plan to be sluttier.

My serious response is that social media needs to be more social.
I hate Facebook because it’s just an advertising platform, but I don’t know what is going on if I avoid it. I wish there was a way to just share social calendars with all my friends. Like - I want a group tracker that one-click adds stuff that I find interesting. I want to only see stuff certain folks have added to their tracker, and have the ability to share with folks what stuff I’m sharing to share, vs what I’m sharing because I’m actually going to attend something. Make it easy to connect with folks, not advertisers.

The really funny thing is that I’m in a heterosexual couple. My wife is bi, but the closest I tread to the rainbow is polyamory.

It’s not even a good insult!
Oooh. I’m going to associate you with a group that has shown incredible resilience and generally embodies such dastardly values as embracing their true selves, seeking or building community, respecting each other, valuing mental health and self care, and living in defiance of what is expected of them.
I’ve been given more insulting compliments.

I have dogs. (And a cat that hisses at the mailman, so - a dog.)

We all sleep naked. Not under the same blanket.

All I see are under-evolved crabs.

That’s fair. To be honest, the thing that sort of put me back on my heels about him was learning about the TBI - that explained his pattern of behavior. However, I can definitely see the point about not wanting the recognition via the license plate, or the reminders of harder times.

After months of a mostly one-way back and forth, I really just was looking to poke back at him and was grasping at low-hanging fruit in the moment. Kinda glad I saw an alternative option once it opened up.