CYRANO: Ah no! young blade! That was a trifle short! You might have said at least a hundred things By varying the tone. . .like this, suppose,. . .

Aggressive: ‘Sir, if I had such a nose I’d amputate it!’

Friendly: ‘When you sup It must annoy you, dipping in your cup; You need a drinking-bowl of special shape!’

Descriptive: ''Tis a rock!. . .a peak!. . .a cape! – A cape, forsooth! ‘Tis a peninsular!’

Curious: ‘How serves that oblong capsular? For scissor-sheath? Or pot to hold your ink?’

Gracious: ‘You love the little birds, I think? I see you’ve managed with a fond research To find their tiny claws a roomy perch!’

Truculent: ‘When you smoke your pipe. . .suppose That the tobacco-smoke spouts from your nose– Do not the neighbors, as the fumes rise higher, Cry terror-struck: “The chimney is afire”?’

Considerate: ‘Take care,. . .your head bowed low By such a weight. . .lest head o’er heels you go!’

Tender: ‘Pray get a small umbrella made, Lest its bright color in the sun should fade!’

Pedantic: ‘That beast Aristophanes Names Hippocamelelephantoles Must have possessed just such a solid lump Of flesh and bone, beneath his forehead’s bump!’

Cavalier: 'The last fashion, friend, that hook? To hang your hat on? ‘Tis a useful crook!’

Emphatic: ‘No wind, O majestic nose, Can give THEE cold!–save when the mistral blows!’

Dramatic: ‘When it bleeds, what a Red Sea!’

Admiring: ‘Sign for a perfumery!’

Lyric: ‘Is this a conch?. . .a Triton you?’

Simple: ‘When is the monument on view?’

Rustic: 'That thing a nose? Marry-come-up! ‘Tis a dwarf pumpkin, or a prize turnip!’

Military: ‘Point against cavalry!’

Practical: ‘Put it in a lottery! Assuredly ‘twould be the biggest prize!’ Or. . .parodying Pyramus’ sighs. . . ‘Behold the nose that mars the harmony Of its master’s phiz! blushing its treachery!’

–Such, my dear sir, is what you might have said, Had you of wit or letters the least jot: But, O most lamentable man!–of wit You never had an atom, and of letters You have three letters only!–they spell Ass! And–had you had the necessary wit, To serve me all the pleasantries I quote Before this noble audience. . .e’en so, You would not have been let to utter one– Nay, not the half or quarter of such jest! I take them from myself all in good part, But not from any other man that breathes!

Gay for pay shit is often fucked up too. There you go. I think it’s actually harmful as shit that a lot of queer boys grow up with no access to actual sex ed and learn how to do things from porn.

What proportion is there of straight porn to gay porn?

Porn does not equal masturbation. And talking about masturbation in a beginning of the year ice breaker activity is not appropriate anyway.

I don’t understand the conflation here. I had said nothing about masturbation, which is healthy and fine. It’s problematic however, that 15 year olds are exposed to hard core BDSM shit with no explanation that while yes, some women do like it if you hit or choke them, those are not part and parcel of normal sex and should be carefully negotiated.

There’s been a huge uptick in kids choking each other, because they see it in porn. Choking is something that a lot of actual BDSM dungeons ban because it is that unsafe.

I think one of the things with “no ethical consumption under capitalism” is that no one “needs” real people porn. Erotica and drawn images are amply available, there’s no need for another human being to be potentially harmed.

Isn’t social shaming “action”?

Maybe when someone posts that “blacked” meme, of Piper Perri surrounded by five men, point out 1) that the image is racist as shit, and 2) that Piper Perri’s boyfriend killed her baby, and that comments joking about this are common on her videos and discussions about her?

My first year teaching, we played “hangman” and the kids came up with their own words (I was stupid to allow this). One of them chose “Pornhub.” Maybe talking about jerking it should be something that isn’t so normalized that kids feel comfortable doing that?

You could also report porn that is suspicious in provenance? Ask your bros, if they bring up a porn star what they think about this issues?

Advocating for social change in the way we talk about these things isn’t “virtue signaling.”

Matthew 25:36-40 has Jesus being pretty explicit about his followers being called to feed the hungry and comfort the sick.

I have a lot of respect for Christians who understand their Christianity and Jesus’s sacrifice as an obligation to take up the cross and follow him. I don’t have a lot of respect for “Christians” whose belief system solely amounts to their pastor telling them that god hates gays.

It plays well with original Morrowind mods, including Tamriel Rebuit, which is fucking awesome.

Yuk. Skyrim stripped out everything that made Morrowind special. It feels more like a Ubisoft game than an RPG.

Morrowind is old and has retroRPG jank, but as long as you don’t run everywhere it’s not that hard. There’s even OpenMW if you want some modern quality of life features.

It’s really tragic that we have lost this sexual god

If you liked FOMT/the idea of farming games in general, you would probably like Stardew. IMHO, it is really good at balancing things so that you aren’t locked into optimizing anything - you could farm minimally and focus on the social elements and have a good time too. The stuff in the meme doesn’t feel too much like pressure, because you’ll just naturally encounter everything by the end of year one and know how to find it by the end of year two for the community center (the main goal of the game), and if you want to optimize everything for cash you can buy out an equivalent “win.” It’s very sandbox-y.

Unlike the Harvest Moon games, gender doesn’t matter for who you marry, which is something I personally always enjoy in a “cozy” game. There’s even a cute option where you can chose to move in a monster as a friend instead of choosing to get married.

One of the funniest things I’m noticing on my current play through is that the easiest way to romance the alcoholic is to give him alcohol. The quickest way to consistently casually gain a bunch of hearts is to hang out at the bar every night and give everyone there a beer.

Similar to Harvest Moon, with a good dash of influence from the Rune Factory side series specifically. It was originally made to fill in the farming game niche - hard to imagine now, but there was a time period where there weren’t good new farming sims coming out.

FYI: the new Harvest Moon games have zero to do with the people who made the original Harvest Moon. The localizers got the rights to the “Harvest Moon” name and started making garbage slop farming games to take advantage of the name recognition.

The original creators are making games under the “Story of Seasons” name, including Switch remakes of Friends of Mineral Town and A Wonderful Life.

With a helicopter, I think you also need to be actively suicidal.

You realize that humans and gorillas have very different social dynamics? Can we drop the stupid pseudoscience?

It’s more that before, women couldn’t get fucking bank accounts or hold most jobs, which meant that marriage for them was a matter of survival. Now, women are able to support themselves and get to choose whether they want to be in relationships are not.

With therapy you are a professional who is understood and respected as a professional. With sex work you are understood as a societal problem and being outed as having done sex work can harm other future career prospects.

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“I think you’ve healed my ballet injuries enough for one day,” Maddie giggled, smirking. “But I do have one teeny-weeny wittle wound that could use a pounding from your Theragun,” she teased.

As their lips were about to meet, the physical therapy office door slammed open. There stood Maddie’s father, looking furious. “What the hell is this?”

“Dad, it’s not what it looks like,” Maddie stammered, her cheeks burning as bright pink as her tutu.

James stood protectively in front of Maddie, his posture tense. “We were just-”

“I know what you are…” Mr. Stevens hissed. He slammed James against the Stairmaster "Balleraggot”

James hadn’t heard that word in years. He was brought right back to PT academy, to the hate he had faced simply because of who he couldn’t help but love. As his head hit the top step of the Stairmaster, he heard all the other familiar slurs, too: nutcracker, chasse chaser, plié-wad, and even tutu-fucker. He collapsed to the ground.

“And you…” He turned to his daughter, who’d broken into tears.

"Don’t think for one fucking second that we didn’t know. That’s right, your mother knew, may she rest in peace. All those years at performing arts high school… any normal daughter would’ve healed from the occasional sprain. Imagine the shame you brought onto your chemotherapy mother when she had to explain to the Rotary Club why her daughter spent her entire senior year in PT. Throwing herself at every new physical therapist. Imagine the tears in your chemommy’s eyes when we heard you in your bedroom, firing, up your Theragun for the fifth time on one of her last nights with us.”

"Leave your daughter alone, " James bellowed, tears streaming down his face as he slowly stood up.

“She’s hardly my daughter now,” Mr. Simmons laughed derisively.

"Make me.”

“Oh, I will.” James cocked his Theragun.

The Brightest Light of Sunshine

Determined to walk away from a traumatic past, 22-year-old Grace Allen feels ready to take the next step in her healing journey—dipping a toe into the dating pool. Although she should probably start by making a friend or two, right?

Samuel ‘Cal’ Callaghan isn’t who she had envisioned as her first male friend in… well, forever. With an intimidating build, tattoos everywhere, eight years her senior, and a little sister under his care, the last thing she expected was to warm up to him so easily. As their friendship evolves, Grace can’t help but wonder if Cal is exactly who she’s been looking for all this time.

Cal can’t afford to lose sight of his priorities—making sure his tattoo parlor thrives and taking care of his little sister. Especially the latter. He wants to make sure 4-year-old Maddie has a healthy and happy childhood, despite their mother going off the rails and her father’s blatant neglect. There’s certainly no room for love in his life right now. But when a sweet blonde with a veiled past breaks down his walls, he finds it difficult to stick to his guns.

This is book 2 in a published series.

Not AI.