Haha, yeah, the fact that I played almost exclusively women and my few masculine characters still often had more feminine features and mannerisms was totally just to challenge myself. Never a subconscious exploration of my deepest desires.
Says the now VERY out and proud about it transwoman.
I view it like the "discomforting uncle versus outright hateful aunt". I still really don't want to support him, but equally, fuck her, she's out here on the fucking daily with her shit.
Plus, at this point, telling someone to pirate anything Rowling is like telling someone to breathe. You're either doing it, or okay with the outcome of your actions.
Eh, it's kinda down to personal perspective. In mine, absolutely a reasonable way to handle things if you love the art, but don't feel morally comfortable supporting the artist.
I recommend people pirate Enders Game, because fuck Orson Scott Card.
Some people find the experience of sticking things in their urethra highly stimulating. Some of those people get tired of the typical thin rod, and need something... More.
I've always been more curious as to who figured this out first. Someone had to be the first to scratch the inside of their dick with a stick to awaken a whole new itch, and I find that just slightly terrifying.
They generally have them on the containment units, and if they're used elsewhere, on the pipes/machines carrying/using the chemicals.
Now, if they've been properly replaced since installation is a completely different question. I've seen far too many faded/shredded diamonds on the sides of things.
That's the bad(and good) part with my lot. So damn intelligent and persistent, they figure out a way.
I've been tempted to move to child locks, but I'm half scared that by the time they've fully grown, they'll have figured out how to manipulate those. I know at least one has figured out how to unzip my backpack, flush the toilet, and turn on faucets. She's almost gotten down how to turn doorknobs by dangling.
There is something absolutely relaxing about using a power washer. It feels weird, because the things are pretty loud and you definitely feel the wand in your hands, but it's like you can just push everything into that jet of water and watch it run down.
I assume that goes away after awhile, especially if it's your job, but if it's something you only break out on occasion, absolutely therapeutic in a weird way.
Those stars get a time most of us don't, a time to truly recharge. That's something I've really started striving towards, finding and making more time to be with the people, doing the things, that rekindle the fire.
I can't say it's made everything perfect, but I've been feeling better since finding them, and while there's some wells they can't help refill, the ones they do are enough to keep me going a little while longer, until I can find and share with them what does, and so I can keep helping refill theirs.
He's sad, for he knows his fate.