I’ve been with somebody who preferred that I keep my tongue below her clit. That being said, we eventually figured out that the primary pleasure action was my comically large nose stimulating her while I was eating her out, so idk if that counts. I did basically die laughing when we found out; I had bullies in highschool that used to call me dildoface, and I guess they were eventually proven correct

I’d tell you to get off my lawn, but I was born in the 90s so I don’t own a lawn and statistically never will

Yes. Source: experience

For real though. I did rocky horror picture show a while ago with some old friends who did theatre, and I dressed up as a gender bent version of Columbia in the gold sequin jacket. They contoured my face, gave me cats eyes, and dyed my beard bright red. I felt fly as fuck, I look damn good in fishnets and makeup. I also got to experience feeling hot; that night I learned that my body type has a number of admirers in the gay community, and quite a few people in attendance made sure I knew it. All around one of the best things that has ever happened to my self esteem

Look I’m sure you mean well but I’ve been hearing roughly the same line my entire life. “Nobody said it would be easy, the world needs you!” I’ve listened before, and all it’s gotten me is some unknowable amount of blood on my hands (complete with recurring detailed nightmares from the times I’ve watched the end results of my work) and completely discarded from society when it started affecting my mental health. The world is legitimately a worse place for the scientific endeavors I’ve been part of, and it absolutely does not need another overconfident white guy who was raised to be an oppressor and has been marinating in propaganda for the better part of 3 decades. It’s got enough of those already, strictly to the detriment of everybody living here

Military brat growing up in various parts of the US/foreign military bases. Like, my dad had leaves on his shoulder and I was often expected to be a showpiece at various squadron events a promotions and whatnot. Bought into all of the propaganda about American exceptionalism and how the military was full of heroes and always did the right thing. Managed to get an undergrad in physics so I could work on making sure people like my dad were more likely to come home. Got a job doing radar jamming for bombers; I was proud out of my mind and conquering the nightmares about my dad not coming home from my childhood. Did that for 5 years, and given the clearance and the nature of the work I learned a much more accurate version of what the American military does/is. Slowly realized that my entire upbringing and worldview were toxic horseshit, and let depression and PTSD rage unchecked because I was afraid of losing my clearance for seeking help. Finally couldn’t take it, quit, and went back to school. Got a masters in compsci and was working on a PhD when the PTSD started to get overwhelming and got kicked out. Probably for the better anyway, I was basically a glorified DHS intern as a phd student. I’m out of that situation now but I don’t know what to do with my life. Everything I know and all of my skills feel like poison, I don’t even believe in science anymore. Like in the sense that I don’t believe it can be used for the benefit of humanity rather than building imperial militaries or police states. I am struggling

This isn’t an illegal thing but more of a tip for the thing you hate. Most credit card companies will let you open and close virtual credit cards tied to your main account, but with a new card number etc. I make a new virtual card for every subscription I have. If I want to cancel the service and it takes more than 5m to do so through the company that provides that service, I just turn off the virtual credit card they will try and fail to charge for the next payment.

Not familiar with the hellraiser IP, I totally thought you were making the joke about frank’s red hot

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Hopefully one day his late night meltdown will include him trying to suck start a shotgun

From the moment I understood the weakness of my analytical math, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of numerical methods. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Statistics. Your kind cling to your transforms, as though they will not decay and fail you.

Every word of those pre-flight checklists is written in the blood of early aviators

I could probably discover electricity, depending on where I landed. Jewelers of the time could make wire, copper was common, and magnets (lodestones) had been discovered. Realistically though I’d be a dumb giant (ie, speak no known languages of the time and statistically I’d have like a foot on the “tall” people of the era). I’d probably try to find some party trick that looked like magic to people of the era then hope that people would welcome and try to integrate me rather than burning me as a witch. Then I’d probably die in a week or two anyway to some disease lol

Hello boys and girls, my name is Fat Lip, and this is my friend Sammy the Salmon.

Sammy: what do?

Today, we’re going to teach you some fun facts about salmon and a brand new dance

I usually get to the point of opening my flashlight app so I can search for my phone in dark places before I realize

Couldn’t tell ya. Iirc SUSY based theories were pretty much all killed by data by the time the LHC reached 12TeV collisions, and I’ve been in a different field since then

Mine will begrudgingly pee in the rain but she’d never speak to me again if I tried to put plastic bags on her like that lol

Later, the bartender collected their Nobel prize for observing and writing about a meson that stayed stable for the duration of a short conversation

/played Instant emotional damage