saw this guy with the word 玩 on the back of his shirt and in smaller font at the top, Mr. Player like who are you playing sir?? what are you playing with?? mahjong?? poker??? billiards???? someone’s heart????
whats your type not type as in “what you’re attracted to” but “what you will rescue out of a ditch and nurse back to life” vs “what will you keep in an enclosure with limited toys for intellectual stimulation”
hey sorry if this isnt true i forgot exactly where i read it but this person should be brutalised and subjected to some of the most horrific acts of cruelty humanity has ever seen. it might be nothing though i might have the people mixed up
wow i didn’t know this. i always thought they should be unpersoned though. spreading this so that others can be informed + to protect minors
Damn, I already had a feeling about them since… I’m not sure when. Their fashion sense really threw me off and I hated their takes on video games. I’m glad that my impulse to find out their identity, uproot their career, and destroy their life was justified after all, at least based on what I can remember!
you want proof that it happened? well, check this out, after we filled their inbox with accusations, they didn’t immediately roll out a full PR statement on why they’re sorry for doing the things I said they did and how they’ll do better in the future. they acted as though they had never even heard of any of the people or events involved, and they even got angry once I insisted they were actually the scum of the earth and deserved to be hunted down and shot for the rumours I kinda half heard about them. why would they double down like that if they WEREN’T guilty?
They turned off anonymous asks after posting responses to fifteen anons, which is good enough evidence for me that they know they have done indefensible things and are facilitating crime. If they were innocent they would take the abuse and respond to every accusation with a unique acknowledgement of every bad thought they have ever had and abject apologies for ever having dared to be on the internet, where countless people have been harmed by their 1,000-follower blog.
never heard of this person before, but all the previous posts must be right! people wouldn’t try to mislead others on the internet, especially knowing how easy it is to start a dogpile!
bottoms on here don’t ask you to fuck them they’re like “if I was a tiny rabbit and you were a vicious apex predator would you kill me quickly or toy with me and draw out my suffering so you can enjoy my squeals of pain and anguish 🥺”
This was a nice progression of character development
“I don’t talk like that in real life” stood out to me in this. Because I think a LOT of the people who get attacked for mean posts on the internet and are suddenly confused and defensive are probably pretty nice people irl. (Not everyone obviously, some people do truely suck but that’s not the point I’m making)
The internet has fostered and developed a culture of “being needlessly mean is funny”. No one is immune to it, even genuinely nice people. Unfortunately, the internet has also bred a culture of the “I was just trying to be funny!!!” defense instead of doing what this guy did and going “huh, maybe I was wrong if so many people are pissed”.
Be like this guy, own up if/when you fall for the easy internet trap of “being mean for laughs” and try to see the world from someone else’s perspective.
My hat is off to this dude who actually tried the thing he was mean about, found out he didn’t really like it or even understand, and still said “hey, I was being a dick, I’m sorry.” Good job, my dude.
I have watched it in real time, a guy finally coming to terms, understanding, being genuinely sorry, being respectful. It’s in their eyes, like a sunrise.
the ladies in one piece are obscenely well written and the price to pay for this is the fact that theyre all built like the Wacky Waving Inflatable Tube Man
“trans representation is just gonna make kids wanna be trans” wrong. i knew there was something amiss about me before I even knew the word transgender existed. Growing up ten years ago and in the south meant I grew up without rep, without talk, and that does nothing but make kids grow up alone
11yr old me: something doesnt sit right with my gender but no one else seems to be suffering from this problem so i will ignore this feeling and envelop myself in self-hatred and bigotry for the rest of my life
The other day I had an unfortunate conversation with a parent that went something like “you weren’t trans as a child, you never showed any signs” and I broke down crying because that was in fact actually the point: I was hiding as a child because I didn’t know what was “wrong” with me.
Nothing Fit, I wasn’t a boy but I also wasn’t a girl, and I have literally countless examples of gender dysphoria clashing with the explicit expectations of gender that those in my life required of me. I’m a walking trans adult stereotype of childhood performative cisheteronormativity!!! I’ve written academic essays about it!!! As a child I didn’t have the words for what I was. I was a mystery even to myself, so I got very good and very practiced at hiding while also feeling like I was dying inside. I was in fact a tremendously trans child. Big Trans Behavior from lil ol me!!! Some people just don’t know how to look.
Without language to make sense of our experiences, not even we ourselves know where to look for understanding!! The first time I heard the word “transgender” was on a local news story playing on mute on a TV in a Wendy’s. I got an adrenaline rush reading the subtitles and felt inexplicably like I was about to get in trouble with everyone in that Wendy’s for paying such rapt attention. I remember asking my mom about it (I was 5 at the time) and I remember my question was something like “he [sic, story referred to a young trans girl] plays with girl-toys like I play with boy-toys” and I remember that my mom shushed me frantically and emphasized once we were in the car that I shouldn’t talk about that “kind of thing” in public because it’s dangerous. She explained to me that “sometimes God plays tricks on people and puts them in the wrong body for them” (tellingly, we have never been to church in my lifetime, we are not religious, & this was perhaps the only time that a God was ever explicitly invoked in my childhood).
And the thing is: my parent doesn’t remember this conversation, but I do. And I’ve remembered every single one since. It’s incredibly lonely to have been so excellent at hiding that now, as an adult, I’m constantly having to remind people of who I am. “You never showed any signs” but Mom, we speak a different language.
can’t believe there’s straight guys walking around who think sex begins and ends at penetration and oral. they will never know the boundless eroticism of simple touch, they don’t even know about frotting, they will never know what it’s like to be spooning fully clothed with another woman and then she asks you to explain serial experiments lain and by the time you start explaining the knights she’s dry humping you harder than you’ve ever been fucked and she put you in a headlock and she just grows more and more in intensity like she’s become fully fucking feral and before you can even mention the psx game you’ve came twice in your one size too big black women’s high waisted skinny jeans from Walmart
ma'am this is a wendys
this is the gay transgendered fuck site and I am using it to talk about gay transgendered fucking
