living in Transgender House is the stupidest thing ever. Roommate thought I'd committed sewerslide because the bathroom door was closed all day and nobody bothered to dm me. woke up to a call from my sister in tears and had approximately 5 seconds to make sense of it
every time someone posts a photo of an invasive species unknowingly someone QRTs it and says "hey OP not to be that guy but you have to kill that grotesque beast with your bare hands. you have to stomp it into a fine red paste. it's your civic duty"
every time I hang out with a group of transgender women two of them get into an instance of sexually charged violence on the floor while everyone else timidly makes milquetoast "get a room" comments to try and get them to stop. nobody watches the movie
missed out on the "messing around" part of sexual development so now I just bumble around and look confused around 10/10s and never stop feeling like a virgin
the only way the uk pornblock thing is going to get repealed is if people make the case that it's negatively impacting pensioners. Gran can't get on Facebook anymore to talk to the grandkids. Grandpa can't use his bus card to look at busty asian transexuals
one time about 5 or six girls took turns picking me up and literally passing me around all whilst saying "oh my god you're so small!!!" and I felt nothing
I think I would get into the dog girl stuff if I was allowed to be an old dog who doesn't make much noise and just slowly wanders around the house looking melancholy. maybe from time to time I could have a go at a pup cup and finish about half of it before giving up