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Cake day: March 16th, 2025

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  • Or, y’know… they could do some actual parenting and talk to their kids about this. Kids aren’t morons, they’re just inexperienced. They are actually capable of understanding, like, words and stuff as long as one offers enough context for them… Actually teach the kids to use the internet, help them develop some insights.

    And if anyone’s panicked about the immoral stuff going on in the porn industry (and there are plenty of things to be addressed and critiqued about a hystorically predatory domain), then address those directly! Friggin’ nurture their critical thinking and empathy! Locking them up in the fucking basement isn’t gonna Protect Them From Evil™, it just ensures they’ll be maladapted and sociopathic once they manage to escape from fucking prison! (no pun intended)

    Edit: I will say this forever and ever - it is the parents’ duty to adapt to the world in which their kids have to live, not to force their kids to adapt to a world their parents wish would apply!





  • I honestly don’t think letting go implies giving anything up! I see it as letting go of the emotional load of some memories, but not of the memories themselves. I still choose to remember everything which happened to me, because it’s my past and I can do what I want with it, I just don’t let them burden me with emotions past their Best Before date (which is nonsense in practical terms, but I’m using it metaphorically).

    Plus letting go of old things makes room for new things, like how one will never appreciate a current partner if they’re hung up on an ex. I see the same thing applying to everything else, including humanity ourselves! Gotta let go of the old in order to make room for the new.









  • Yep, I get it. Think I have it, used to have a very independent tomcat living with me (he was not my pet, they were all my flatmates, one of the dogs was my brother, so you get an idea of the type of relationships going on). We got along very well, but he LOVED to play-hunt me around the apartment (he had a lot of verticality at his disposal), so much so that he became that lovable sort of annoying. He’d hop in my lap and I’d get that urge to lovingly squish his brains out when massaging his face (he also loved this=))) ).

    Or how I’d hug my first cat Maia, a very Bothered™ and aloof individual in general, giving her a tight but benign squeeze, or would hold her for a couple more seconds once she’d had enough of the touching, already!:))

    On the flipside, Ralph, the German Shepherd who was also my brother, loved doing this to me! He’d drop me to the ground, then would sit on me (he was a big boy, and I was ~30cm shorter at the time=)) ), or he’d paw me heavily when I started annoying him by pretending to ignore him, stuff like that:))) Oh! And he loved chewing mum’s hair because he knew she hated it=))))