I can bend the top part of my thumbs 90 degrees backwards. It freaks people out when I do it. It doesn’t feel odd or anything.

It turned out really well because my band mate and I produced all songs in a fairly short amount of time and thus the style of each song went well with all the others. It was more indie, too. The next album was released via a well known label and they kept pestering us with changes they wanted us to do. It felt too mainstream for me to be happy with the result.

Recording my third music album in Berlin and it turned out to be the best of all records I have done so far in my life.

I always feel the need to puke when reading that utter cunts name. It is beyond my imagination how fucking daft a single person can be.

Never deal with people who are religious or ‘spiritual’. They are all delusional and batshit insane. Turn around, walk away, never look back.

I know a bunch of people in happy cis-hetero relationships where there is no bs going on with traditional gender role expectations. A dear friend of mine is a super sweet, sensitive and emotionally open cis-lad. He and his wife are very happy together. He’s got pink hair, dresses pretty funky and is super adorable while his wife is more on the butch side with a healthy ‘let’s do this’ hands on mentality and a nice casual look. That’s just one exampel. Almost all my hetero lady friends go for emotionally open and cute lads. Just be yourself, find the right person to date and be happy together.

To be fair, there are both types of pubs. Since I do not care for sports or fancy places, I always go to the more quaint ones. I love those links, by the way. Thanks a mil.

Really? When I’m going to a pub in the UK it’s called something like “The Old George” or “The King’s Inn”, the building must be a few hundred years old with a door frame so low it bonks any unsuspecting patron right in the head. There are at least two fireplaces lit, minimum requirement of one sleepy old dog who’s been there since forever and all the furniture looks like it’s been hand carved way before anyone came up with the idea of DIN standards. The only music playing is of course made by some fiddler and a patron singing off-key since they had at least a few pints too many.

I used to be straight edge (or queer edge?), but gave up a few years ago. I need my vices just so I don’t feel dead inside 24/7.

I watched Gattaca for the first time and I introduced my partner to the movie Upgrade. Gattaca was an interesting piece to watch. After seeing Upgrade, both of us had to recover from the psychological trauma it caused. I’ve seen the movie quite a few times by now, but the ending still punches me in the gut.

And I just tested the hot sauce Da bomb beyond insanity. Long story short, it lives up to its name.

Those places are lovely, of course I know then - I’m from there :D

I’m queer and once had a date with a black woman from the States while living in Dublin, Ireland. She asked me if I could be her local tourist guide. Sure thing!

Walked her all across the shitty overpriced city centre. At some point she asked me:

“Am I the only black person around here?”

Eventually decided to ditch the CC and take a taxi to my local area.

Waltzed into my regular pub holding hands, cuddeling.

The entire place filled with white cis locals went dead silent like in a bad cliche movie.

“Harry, two pints of the black stuff, will ye?”

Peeps realised that at least I was a local and continued minding their own business.

Jeez…

The basic mindset of our dog. :D

Go to the Winchester, have a nice cold pint, and wait for all of this to blow over.

Needless to say I’m not too fond of my family…

Don’t worry,I learnt from my past mistakes. I’ve got solid ear protection now and also wear earplugs for all concerts I’m attending.

I used to program electronic music and play live keyboard until I wrecked my hearing on stage.

I picked up playing drums 1.5 years ago and love it. I’ve been teaching drums for almost 2 months now at a music school.

Drumming relaxes me a lot, it’s a good workout and even with my impaired hearing I can still play them.

Bingo, that’s the one. I was lucky enough to see the band live twice in their home town Paris. Each time I left the venue speechless. :)

Justice, no contest. Watch the full ‘Iris - A space opera’ live concert on YouTube and you’ll understand why.

A lot of them look like Oompa Loompas with their fake spray tan, just like the Orange Man across the big lake. Add fake eyelashes and fake nails, bam, that’s exactly what OP seems to be talking about. Oddly enough, this applies to Ireland as well.