Honestly, this feels like a meme. I have been eating man ass for years and I am yet to find someone with an unwashed butthole. Considering how often I see this claim, one would think it would be a more common problem.

Not saying it can’t happen but, Do you have any first hand experience to support the “So many men don’t” part?

They do, according to the studies I have read. And unlike a lot of studies, that default to male violence in straight cases of domestic violence, a lot of the lesbic cases seem to be tagged as mutual violence.

Don’t know if it is bias on the measuring bodies, since a lot of people claim female on male violence is not a thing, and that the moment a man strikes a woman, no matter the circumstances, it is male on female. Including a case I witnessed, where a female family member attacked her boyfriend with a knife, he disarmed her and since he bruised her while doing so, he was removed from the house and lost custody of his own daughter.

Same, I am bi, and that is the reason I stopped trying to date women, or anyone who behaves like that for good measure, because some guys try to pull that same stunt.

I want a partner who is as interested and as into dating me as I am into dating them, someone who puts the time in and makes an effort, makes me and my time feel valued, and is also willing to to invest themselves and their time on me, and I don’t know if I was just unlucky, but I never found a woman who was into that. But then again, I pretty much only dated teens and women in their early 20s, as I liked dating people on my own age group and it was at those ages that I was actively dating women.

But from an outsider’s perspective, now on my late 30s, the straight dating market looks awful, I think I’ll stick with men.

Thank you! No wonder my translator broke. Same principle as a few weeks ago and the jeans, AI generated, shitty memes, got it.

Rule of thumb, when asking about stuff, it is good to give a couple of examples.

Because it serves a genuine function, because the process poses an unnecessary risk, because there is no way to know how big the penis is going to get when the kid grows up, and that is part of the reason for the foreskin, to have a ton of give so it doesn’t happen like it did to my ex. He got circumcised as a newborn, and by the time he finished puberty, his penis grew far more than the leftover foreskin, so he wasn’t even able to have full erections without a tremendous amount of pain and sometimes, even tearing.

Honestly, a lot of that is risk assessment. A fair share of their customers are mentally unwell, and a lot of those are prone to parasocial relations. They can even snap and kidnap, murder, stalk or harass their companions, or at least that is what my cousin who is an escort told me when I asked her about why she was denying a request for a dinner at a fancy restaurant.

Also, a fair share of customers who hire them to a companionship gig to an expensive place, end up getting abusive if they “fail” to “woo” their companion, who didn’t even attend with the state of mind to accept a wooing, went there as a businesses transaction.

Not really, I am still very worried, she doesn’t seem to be getting much better.

No kids, ever. I can hardly take care of myself, can’t even be trusted with a plant, and I find them disgusting. Who will care for me when I am old? I have worked long and hard with the elderly, and knowing how many of them were abandoned by their families, it is easy to see that my odds are better investing the money I would use to raise a child, in a retirement fund instead.

But with how broke I am, I am not even getting to do the retirement fund thing, so yay. Glad I didn’t let an ex change my mind when I was earning a lot back in the day, because those jobs got “optimized” and outsourced.

I know, I’ve been sick before, and how I feel when sick and alone vs sick and covered in cats, it is surprising how much difference is there. So, time to return her kindness, I am currently in my sleeping bag cuddling with her and keeping her warm.

You know, mobiles are a thing, Right? And that venting can help with the feelings of frustration and impotence I feel while I wait to see if my girl will pull through, and that social interaction helps a lot with grief and loss. She is currently cuddled up with me in my sleeping bag, right after her subcutaneous saline injections to try to keep her hydrated.

Thank you, I really hope this round of meds does the trick, poor girl is exhausted.

Thank you.

Lemmy gold should be a thing, or like, badges we could give to awesome comments, that refill for free every week. If they were, I’d give you one for sure, as a non-native English speaker, the message you were responding to was so incomprehensible to me, I just read like a line or two, and went to your response, to try and infer by context clues what the walking, talking, aneurism of a person you were responding to, even said.

Fuck me, I had not thought of that. Wow.

I don’t know that there aren’t any deities, but if there were, they owe us all some very large apologies, that I am simply not going to accept.

Thanks, at least I know that after I rescued her, she never knew what it meant to be abandoned again. Been sleeping in a sleeping bag in the bathroom just to keep her company, now that she can’t jump to the bed.

She and my two other cats have been with me and cuddled with me on my darkest days, so it is time to mirror their kindness.

Her name is Navi because my ex and I are geeks, and ever since she was little and we rescued her, she has always been very vocal, and loves shoulder rides.

Last time she was sick, I thought she wouldn’t make it, but here she is. Full recovery except big kidney-little kidney syndrome, and after 5 years of living life at its fullest, she is unwell again. I truly hope she proves me wrong again, and brightens my life for 5 more years, but even if she doesn’t, I will forever keep her in my heart and keep doing what brought us together, fostering cats in need, and helping them find a forever home.

She is almost 10, and I love watching her rule the house and my other two cats with an iron fist.

Maybe you could try to restart your client. On Sync go to your inbox, click on the triangle pointing down, and a menu will open, you can switch categories there, as it doesn’t show DMs by default.

Now, I only want you gone.