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  • Monument@piefed.worldtoLemmy Shitpost@lemmy.worldSorry, honey
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    I have a sexual parasomnia - while this hasn’t happened in at least 15 years, I used to initiate sex while asleep. I have no memory of it, but I have groped, kissed, sucked on the fingers of people, and sexually touched people sleeping next to me.
    I’ve always woken up just before sex occurred, but I’ve accidentally had sex with people before - people who I was attracted to, but maybe didn’t want to bang - because we fell asleep together.

    These days I’m not nearly in as many beds as I used to be (regardless of purpose) but I’m also an incredibly light sleeper now. The slightest movement and my conscious brain takes over. (Yay for newly(ish) developed hyper vigilance and anxiety.)
    With that said, I don’t sleep next to anyone anymore unless we’ve had a conversation about what could happen, and are on the same page.

    To your point about discussing things: The topic of consent around something that I’m not consciously aware is of occurring can be challenging as hell to navigate, but easier than not having a chat beforehand.




  • What about even later? Were they seen going home for the day?

    Do the workers need to be rebooted? Or like, is the rope they’re using not long enough? Are they just walking laps with a too-short rope, endlessly attempting to enclose a volume they will never have a long enough rope to enclose? Just chasing the end as it moves away from them with each step?
    Does their struggle represent the American dream? Is there a smug geometry teacher somewhere yelling “this is why you need to know the formula for perimeters!” at their news source?







  • Oh, you’re right! You did jump to insults right off the bat.

    Then you stalked my account to try to create more personalized attacks.

    I mean, you can keep arguing but you will have to do better than to accuse me of trying to be a good person. Unless you were trying to say I’m fake, but
    I actually care. And the same sort of toxic user behavior that ruined Reddit long before the administrators did is something I try to meet with good humor and a sense of silliness. Maybe the Lemmy community can keep that at bay.

    If your antipathy and rage at other people is such that you cannot break through it to realize someone is cracking a joke, then… I don’t know. I don’t have a constructive suggestion right now.
    No joke here: Are you physically in pain? Maybe something you don’t realize is bothering you? Possibly some other drain on your psyche? You’re putting out a lot of hate for being random text in my phone.



  • I do not know.

    Either it wasn’t, or the movie is more engaging than I realize because aside from one scene, I didn’t think about her vagoofer at all.

    Yes, I called it a vagoofer instead of vagina, labia, or vulva. (Or as my phone would like me to say, Virginia, Latvia, or Vatican.) Mostly because my wife is mortified by the term, and I like seeing her mortified. I’m going to read this comment to her after work. I will update it to let you all know if she squealed with embarrassment or rolled her eyes at me.

    Edit: Elevated reaction, middle of the road on the mortification scale. She tried to hide her cute little smirk by looking away and told me to “shutthefuckup” - said as one word and entirely with love, mind you. When I got to reading the part about reading the comment aloud, she blushed and gently pushed my shoulder telling me to “get outta here”.
    She also does not recall having noticed Margot Robbie’s vagoofer.



  • A neighbor once aggressively confronted my wife and I to tell us not to walk past his house. Our offense was that some time prior we had laughed at his Trump flags (yup, multiple) while walking our dogs and he heard us through his Ring cameras while spying on the neighborhood.

    In the course of the interaction, the person made veiled threats against us and our dogs, and repeatedly tried to tell us where we could and could not exist. It’s a public sidewalk. Obviously we did not alter our route, but I did start carrying a knife and making sure the dogs were not eating anything her may have put down and that we were consummately courteous (cleaning up pet mess, making sure they didn’t tromp into landscaping, etc).

    Mind you, this was before Trump took office the second time. He took those flags down by April 2025 and later apologized to me - telling me the flag removal was a removal of support for Trump.

    Which is great, but his vague threats could have been construed as death threats. Our ‘threat’ to him was a threat to his ego.