I’ll take the middle third of the Winnebago, just carve it out and drop it on Nick Fuentes’ lawn, thanks.

Am woman, hell yeah!

Until some bastard up on Denali shot a football through it, just so humanity would feel loss for the first time in 15,000 years.

They grieved over a bulb cause they hadn’t lost anything else.

MOTHERFUCKER, YOU ARE A GIRL GODDAMN IT

Absolutely. It is a very short JRPG that wastes no time and has no filler. I finish it about monthly.

The only discernible flaw is that one dialog box is missing a closing quotation mark.

I am now reading every goddamn one of these you write. If only the other screenshot posters would put forth your respect and effort, we could have an honest gaming journal going.

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Nothing, his hands were fine, he was just horsin’ around.

Asexual, sex-repulsed, intersex. Bloodline stops with me for like all the reasons.

But where a bloodline ends, freezer burrito consumption begins.

I like the effort you put into these posts. Much better than just a simple screenshot. You’ve sold me on this game.

Trans and disabled, so that limits my options a bit.

I think I’d just go back to 2011 and just vibe.

Pick any or all from this list that may help:

• Lose weight and adopt a fitness routine.
• Find clothing that fits, is in style, and looks like you dress with a bit of effort. Avoid graphic t-shirts and jeans paired together. Clothing shouldn’t be loose, and should fit your body well.
• Groom yourself. Shave your face, sculpt your beard. Learn light makeup. Shower, brush your teeth, and perhaps see a dentist; if your mouth smells like decay, no one’s gonna kiss you.
• Expend effort on what you look like.
• Change mindset and behavioral patterns. Be presentable, well-dressed, and clean, and don’t hunt for women; male-attracted women will come around sometimes.

It really is about taking care of yourself. No one would want a guy who doesn’t take care of himself. For that matter, when women exhibit similar, they’re ignored and rejected as well.

You got this.

To my credit, the rain was bullshitty.

I don’t have to use your word, I can use whatever words I want. It’s why there are options.

You can use whatever words you want to, and you don’t have to use the words I provide.

You don’t have to use the words anyone provides, and no one has to use the words you provide.

This is how language develops, how styles and dialect and vocabulary develops.

And you can stay up and fill my inbox, I don’t care anymore, but I’m going to sleep. To bed. Conk out. Hitting the hay. Getting some rest. Zonk.

It is not.

To censor a language is to censor thought itself.

And if slurs and insults become censored and incapable of thought, what else is on the table, up for removal? Words about being queer, words about body rights, words about lived experiences, words that aren’t fucking corpo-washed.

I have made my point in an unerring straight goddamn line.

Languages should not shrink for any goddamn reason.

Now go to bed, it’s 5:37 in the morning.

Every single one of those words should exist. Even the slurs. That way, we know who’s trouble.

Motherfucker, I do not believe I made myself clear, so allow me to retort:

Languages should not ever shrink at all. Ever. Shrinking languages is some nazi-ass, 1984-ass fascist shit.

Let’s make things clear: you don’t need a euphemism.

I want more euphemisms. I want this language to have some goddamn options and I want the number of words in this language to never fucking decrease for any reason.

Bad take.

You’re erasing the existence of Sappho, who was so gay for girls that the island she came from—the place heretofore unknown for anything—is now known for just how goddamn queer she was, and everyone who experiences sapphic love (hey, another word that got coined off of one poet’s fantastically omnipresent woman lust).

Lesbians. Sapphic lesbians. From Lesbos. That Sappho started. Why?

Girls pretty.

She skewers you.