Silentiea

joined 6 months ago
[–] [email protected] 2 points 1 week ago

He saw..... Beans lotsa beans lotsa beans lotsabeans

[–] [email protected] 5 points 1 week ago

It was an estate sale, duh. For some reason no one wanted Grandpa's novelty Fleshlight collection.

[–] [email protected] 14 points 1 week ago (1 children)

I'm so disappointed that it is a normal human dick and not a duck's corkscrew dick.

[–] [email protected] 2 points 1 week ago

Oh man, I'd never even considered the fact that all these supposed "male rapists in female prisons" have had bottom surgery.

Like, what man cares so much about being able to rape women that he gets his dick cut off? That's so much easier to believe than the idea that trans women actually are what they say they are (i.e. they are trans women, not men with a fetish or whatever other grossness)?

[–] [email protected] 3 points 1 week ago (1 children)

I'd just like to say that I'm not defining myself at any point, I'm describing myself.

A trivial point, maybe, but there's still plenty of bigots around and the ones around me use phrases like "defining yourself" to minimize and erase lbgtq+ people's experiences.

[–] [email protected] 2 points 1 week ago (1 children)

Pretty sure churches aren't required to anywhere in the US

[–] [email protected] 1 points 2 weeks ago

Might not have been an "oh crap" if not for my Catholic family or my wife and daughter. Personally it was more of an "oh, joy, this is okay!"

[–] [email protected] 1 points 2 weeks ago* (last edited 2 weeks ago) (1 children)

"Oh, there's a word for what I feel? I guess I'm trans."

[–] [email protected] 1 points 2 weeks ago

It's amazing how effects that were so convincing can become so obvious and dated.

[–] [email protected] 19 points 2 weeks ago

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

[–] [email protected] 5 points 2 weeks ago* (last edited 2 weeks ago) (1 children)

Even "clear" things cast shadows. If you can see it, it's because some of the light is bouncing off and reaching your eyes, so at least that much light won't make it to the page

[–] [email protected] 10 points 2 weeks ago (4 children)

Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime

Well look at you mr VP of sales

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