Tanis Nikana

I make fun of you a bit, but it’s sensible. Beats using the same towel too often.

Like, you whip it off your shoulders and lash it out at a monster, and just like that, the towel is dirty‽

Just sashaying up to the counter, “a number nine combo and a medium sex.”

I’m friends with sex workers who give comfort just like this. Some of them don’t even have sex on their menus, just physical touch, companionship, and listening. They say it’s exhausting, perhaps even moreso than sex, but the pay is good. There’s boundary issues to watch out for.

I still try to have a nice hanami. Take my dining table and zabutons and a nice blanket, the good chopsticks and enough cutting boards, hundreds of dollars of sashimi, desserts, rice, the whole works, and lay out a feast there on the Oregon State Capitol grounds, watching the sakura fall, while eating at a classy dining table and generally one-upping everyone else’s hanami.

That’s the holiday I’m invested in.

Yeah, I just celebrate the stuff that made me happy as a kid.

I see. Christianity stole it from the Romans.

It’s always who I suspect the most.

Still though, I get a paid day off work.

I didn’t grow up in a culture that put emphasis on Christmas, and so it’s a very tiny day to me. Meanwhile, my job comes to a standstill for a week about it, stores are selling merchandise for it three months in advance, and everyone I know is heavily invested in it. Since I didn’t grow up with Christmas, it’s hard to really appreciate what it’s about, since the whole tree-burglary-Jesus thing doesn’t have a clear message.

Stephen Miller, you are absolutely unlovable, aren’t you? But that’s just you, you don’t want a hug, you want your pants around your ankles in front of a thousand ovens ablaze.

The world will be much better when your kilogram and a half of potassium is returned to agriculture.

Oh no, don’t sit out the next election!

Anyway,

The species as a whole is sexual; individuals probably are, but sometimes not.

Sorry, just wanted to leave a little space for asexual people like me.

The sweet smell of fucking around and finding out.

I upvoted this and downvoted the original. That was a missed opportunity for better communication, but you’ll learn and grow, as do we all. Also Lemmy doesn’t track downvotes so bygones are bygones. You’ll be alright.

Donald Trump will die to—shit, I don’t know—all the diseases at once?

“Invincible…”

“Sir, no, not at all, even a tiny breeze could—“

“Invincible…”

“What’s a kwyjibo, boy?”

Fuckin’ well deserved.

vagina discharge washes all livestock, traffic, people, and pets within 100km out to sea

America is a fellatiocracy, and not a peaceful one at that.

Who says they’re not hanging out? Maybe they’re good lifelong friends?