My friend pioneered a game on accident called Let Hit after an embarrassing episode with a paper ball. It was the opposite of catch.

When someone threw something at you you had to willfully let it hit you. It wasn’t Let Hit if someone threw something at an unsuspecting victim. You had to see whatever it was coming and force yourself to take no action.

We got really good at Let Hit.

At group gatherings we’d play it like it was common knowledge, someone would chuck something at someone in the know and they’d just let it hit them and we’d explode with praise. “You’re so good at Let Hit!” “Look at this guy, he’s a champion!” “Not even a blink, he’s so talented!”

And it was so stupid but everyone not in on the game would be like ??? What are the rules??? And we’d just tell them what it was and you could tell we were selling them on the idea that it was fun but it was just getting stuff thrown at you.

So they’d start playing too and we’d just be like, “Oh yeah, you’re okay, I guess.” “Need to work on your form a bit” “Not everyone is good right away, y'know?”

Everyone Really wanted to be good at Let Hit. And it was literally just us throwing garbage at each other. My teen years were wild.

yes i posted this on my other blog but you know what it goes here too

saw these so many times in texás

i think we all just need to feel listened to and cared about and possibly to get laid more

The Beast that Bothers

War profiteering but for polycule drama

Emotional support side piece strategically hooking up with people who don't speak anymore building up a psychological profile of everyone's attachment styles in preparation for establishing their own polycule on the ruins of the former like a steppe nomad warlord claiming the mandate of heaven

Why is it necessary that a piece of art "condemns" or "normalizes" something. Is it not enough for art to say "here are some fucked up people in some fucked up situations for your enjoyment"? The art doesn't have to judge them and neither do you. It's for your enjoyment.

"This art is Acceptable because it portrays the bad thing as BAD" "this art is Forbidden because it portrays the bad thing as GOOD" well fuckers I'm engaging with art that portrays the bad thing as A Spectacle. Come engage with me.

The straight woman is unsatisfied with straight studio porn. She wants to get off to something in which the actors actually emote and show passion beyond canned moans from the women and, at best, vacant grunts from the men. She turns to gay porn. She knows it's not "for her," but neither was the straight porn, and at least the actors look like they're enjoying themselves. And for a short while she is satiated by Sean Cody et al, but she runs into the same problems she had to begin with. She was not looking at sex but a simulacrum of sex, trapped in Plato's cave. Unsatisfied, she turned to vintage gay porn, harkening to a time when most gay bars still had darkrooms and reliably smelled of piss and Amyl Nitrite. Here was the real thing, in all its animalistic passion. But she still couldn't immerse herself in the fantasy. She wanted the media to engage with her own imagination and meet her half-way, rather than having it spoonfed to her onscreen. She turned to yaoi, with its elongated figures reminiscent of mannerist portraiture, then bara, including hardcore BDSM scenes. But the tactile sensations depicted in the pages didn't do justice to their real life counterparts. She turned deeper into her own imagination, this time reading erotica. No, not the poolside paperbacks sold at Barnes and Noble. The good shit. Why then, was she still not satisfied? She dug deeper, searching for the true meaning of eroticism. She studied the psychoanalysis of Freud, the cultural criticism of Susan Sontag, the feminist poetry of Audre Lorde. She took vacation time and flew to Europe, starting at the caves of Lascaux to explore the human urge to create, then traversed the Camino de Santiago on foot, along the way meeting a 56 year old carpenter from Burgos named Andrés, with whom she had an explosive affair. They both knew it couldn't last, which made them cherish each other's touch all the more. Upon flying home, she gave up. If her search for true eroticism never bore fruit this whole time, why would it now? It would take years before she stumbled upon the answer by pure happenstance: dubstep.

Instagram:icedcapo

Secularist society that takes the cigarettes approach to religion and it's totally legal but all religious texts require a big sticker thst says "THERE IS NO EVIDENCE FOR GOD" or whatever. And at the start of every sermon you have to give a disclaimer thst you're making it all up. Etc. Kinda based

You guys rlly don't realise how much knowledge is still not committed to the internet. I find books all the time with stuff that is impossible to find through a search engine- most people do not put their magnum opus research online for free and the more niche a skill is the less likely you are to have people who will leak those books online. (Nevermind all the books written prior to the internet that have knowledge that is not considered "relevant" enough to digitise).

Whenever people say that we r growing up with all the world's knowledge at our fingertips...it's not necessarily true. Is the amount of knowledge online potentially infinite? Yes. Is it all knowledge? No. You will be surprised at the niche things you can discover at a local archive or library.

Cocaine was a stimulant used by a priestly caste of the middle period United States called businessmen in order to commune with The Market. [1]

I have one of those robot vacuums but there's a mirror in the house low enough to the ground that the lidar scanner can see a nonexistent room in the reflection so on the navigation map it's generated I have a room that doesn't exist that I have to forbid the vacuum from entering.

[ID] Bathroom, entrance... Red line drawn through map... Shadow zone [end ID]

OP why is your house just an entryway and a bathroom

well there's also the shadow realm