Who tf thinks that cuddling is sexual? You can cuddle with your parents, you can cuddle with your siblings, you can cuddle with your grandparents, you can cuddle with your aunts and uncles, you can cuddle with your cousins, you can cuddle with your pets (while big dogs are the best for keeping you warm, cats are my personal favorite bc I'm biased and love mine), hell, you can cuddle with your friends regardless of their gender. It is NOT inherently sexual. Regardless, the meaning of an act is determined by those performing it and if they decide that their cuddling session is completely platonic or just as a way to display innocent affection, then that's what it fucking is.
This pisses me off on a primal level as an aroace whose main form of physical affection is hugs/cuddling with my friends. They know it's strictly platonic, I know it's strictly platonic, therefore it is platonic. And if you're an asexual who's interested or okay with sex, then it's still up to you and your bf to decide if your cuddling is sexual or not.
im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out
I just got some message asking me my opinion on trump but I don't like random ppl texting so I decided to have a little fun and sent a picture of a bird with a giant ballsack hanging from it and can't wait to be left alone
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I'm going to sleep, any recommendations for some good dreams?
A Faceless person sits at the table in the center of the room. They are shuffling cards, waiting for you to take your seat. They hum as they deal the hands. You are playing Go Fish.
As you play, you and the Faceless being speak of many things. You speak of knowledge of the near future, approaching events, some fortuitous and many most bleak. The conversation turns to talk of a greater event, the darkest hour yet to come.
The Faceless one comments this: ‘There are many beasts and horsemen in my stables. I have yet to decide which to unleash.’
You watch as features bubble up beneath the Faceless skin–the beginnings of a nose, lips, eyelids, a face protruding from a once smooth expanse. No longer Faceless, the devil stands up, shakes your hand, and makes to leave. It pauses just once, to call back into the room. ‘The cards are a gift.’
You look at the cards and they have changed. They are black, large, inscribed in a language you do not read but which the cards read to you. When the cards start speaking to you, you put them away in their box. Already too many things are unleashed in the world.
Tonight, you spoke with the devil.
The devil looked a lot like you.
I don't think Marlo gets tired of your questions. Tbh though, that's me too, just the last part though
(I hate college classes)
I think my academic advisor is losing patience with all my questions but unfortunately if I don't receive clear, concise, comprehensible, instructions with no room for error I will in fact tie myself to a railroad track
We're living the dream with non stage light light
@idraw-sometimes It's 5:37. How's the stage managing going? The closet is pretty warm.
UHC website has an article entitled "Response to Misinformation" in which it explicitly labels Luigi as a killer despite a trial not taking place. Which in itself is defamation and very telling of their concerns with pushing a narrative more than a legal and ethical perspective.