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-> file: messages/320 ═══════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────── I wear diapers. I fucking hate diapers. I go in cycles with it. Waves, if you will. Sometimes I'll say "screw this I'm sick of them for one of many reasons I'm going to put in the effort and do all the kegels and just fucking handle it" and like, that sorta works. At least, most of the time. The thing about diapers is that while yes, you only need to think about your bodily functions like, twice a day, when you do it's more acute. It takes like 10 minutes to change, it generates trash that you have to throw away, it's literally pissing on cash made out of plastic fossil fuels, it smells, it's loud (fuck the noise) and its a pain in the ass when you get diaper rash. Ugh I hate it. So, sometimes I say "fuck it" and I go without. And it works most of the time. But eventually after getting piss on the carpet one too many times, after throwing away your favorite underwear AGAIN, after trying your best to face away from people so they don't see the wet spot on your butt... Eventually you think "hey maybe diapers aren't that bad" and the cycle repeats. And look, I know I'm traumatized. I've been dealing with my own shit since I was a kid. But, like, therapy won't help me get to the toilet. A doctor's not going to be able to fix my brain deciding "hey I want to piss myself right now for no fucking reason at all", and yeah my muscles aren't great so sure I can exercise them or whatever. But there have been times in my life when I've had a pelvic floor as strong as steel, and it didn't fucking help. Because my brain is stupid. I can feel it happening (most of the time, sometimes it surprises me like "oh weird I can't remember peeing my pants") and I usually have at least enough notice to clamp down (if I'm quick) but, like, I am constantly stressed out about it. I'm constantly on guard, waiting for it to happen. It's fucking exhausting. God forbid I have a public accident. Those are the fucking worst. And though I try my hardest, a year doesn't go by when I don't have at least one. If I'm diapered (as I fucking should be, tbh) then I can handle it. If not, then I'm fucked and I'm mentally a wreck for the rest of the day. Sorry @ everyone who's smelled me throughout my whole life. I don't think it's a physical issue, I was (briefly) checked out as a kid and they didn't find anything wrong. I think they thought I was faking because I couldn't manage to pee in a cup. Whatever. And I've read basically everything on the Internet about this. Apparently 40% of cases (across all age groups) are idiopathic, meaning there's no known cause. I wonder what percentage is because people are like, into it sexually? I admit I look at that kind of porn. It makes me feel corroded inside. I think I do it to relive my trauma in some fucked up way, like "oh wouldn't it be nice if a witch cursed me and now I pee my pants" instead of the harsher reality where its like "no you're just like this" which, sucks, not gonna lie. It's kinda made me asexual, I think, because I don't want anyone to be around it. I don't want anyone to think about it, I don't want it to be real, it's just. Fucked. I guess. Whatever. Did I mention how much I hate how loud it is to change? It fills me with dread whenever that time comes around. I often put it off as long as I can because I just... Don't want to think about it. And then it overflows and leaks and its even worse because now I have to wash my pants. Or, like, not, and just let them dry, because I'm a disgusting human being who has no right to a clean and decent life. Fuck me I should live in a bog, with all the bugs and the toads and other various gross things. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/321 ═══════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────── If you burden others with proving your truth, then you could be right a thousand times in a row, but make two mistakes and they'll never trust you again. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/322 ═══════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────── When they invade America, it won't be with planes and tanks and battle lines stocked with artillery It'll be with speed boats, and semi trucks, and rifles glimmering in the dark. It'll be with consumer drones, with power stations brought low, it'll be with bridges blown and safe houses on the roads not oft taken. Immigrants are our friends when the world is in peril, and America is a safe haven from the woes of far off shores. But when America is the peril, those who immigrate do so with intention. 99/100 people are innocent, and I would rather a million guilty murderers go free than an innocent perish. Which is why we need rifles. When the time comes, it won't be brother against brother. They want you to think that because they want your eyes on the wrong target. They want you to think that because it doesn't tip the hand of those far off shores, and once the cards are revealed, suddenly everyone knows when to go. They tie up our officers at the border, but the border's not what's at stake. No body lives at the border, and no nation state would send it's trained warriors in such a way that they'd get caught. At least, not more than once. Should we build a wall, should we patrol each and every state, we'll find ourselves in peril of collapsing under our own weight. But should we relinquish our duty, our sworn and sacred responsibility, then together we share the same fate. Brothers in fate are kin until death. Immigrants aren't bad. They're good people. They benefit our society and bring us wealth and prosperity. Which is why they hide wolves in the sheep, armed like a man. It's a mistake to point at your neighbor and say "you're on your own". It's a mistake to say that home is all that you own. We are united in our state of solidarity, in our collective purpose as a nation in our hearts. There's no dividing line between this land and mine, save for a line we draw in the sand that determines the range of our just demands. I wish I was a man. It's what I was born as. It surely would be easier to not contravene nature's ordained gender scheme. But I'm not, and I'll trust that you'll trust me when I say that. I hope you would hear where I stand before my body goes cold. The media is meant to enlighten us, but in this enlightened era it serves only to blind us. Do you know your neighbors, oh unfriendly city folk? If not, how do you know they're alright? The world won't change overnight. It's always calm before the storm, but every state of calm does not call forth a storm. I believe we can fashion a peace out of our mutual sincerity that leaves room for the hopes of all posterity, and to that end I say what we have isn't working. It's too rigid in its definitions, too heartless in its cruel machinations, and yet the wolves do also hide amongst our homeless. I don't want to alarm you. Things are being handled as they should. I guess I just want to offer a hand of friendship, a hand that your companions would stab me for. At least, that's what the media tells me. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/323 ═══════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────── Some human cultures learned competition through hunting, and some through agriculture, and it really shows ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/324 ═══════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────── The difference between front-end and back-end programming is whether or not you want to design abstractions or use them. Backend is all about creating abstract things that are networked together, while front end is about putting them together in a way that suits the user. Front end is collage, back end is pencil drawing. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/1583 ═══════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────
┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/325 ═══════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────── Conservatives don't have to be pro communism to be good people. They just have to be anti fascist. And unfortunately, capitalism has produced fascism. It will continue to do so if left unabated. Capitalism is not the middle ground between administrative authority and anarchic despotism as they claim to see it, but rather a whirlpool that drains through our adversity. A sinking tide strands all ships, as it were, and together we will begin to falter. Fascists are quite good at bending the will of whatever system they inhabit to suit their needs. In fact it is almost a certainty that any sufficiently organized institution shall fall prey to it, as if it were part of our nature. Hence, my desire to abstract it out of our hands, and into the care of the future. We can build a better world for you and for me and all of our posterity, it's just a matter of interdependent communication protocols. Nobody has to do what I say, nobody should be forced to be a certain way, and just as your rights end where another's begin so too is our world in danger. For you see, we have a right to litter. To despoil. To leave the earth in turmoil. And though I am a bit bitter, it's slowly getting better, so through our efforts we are investitured. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┴───────────┘ |