(I’m not even still overcaffeinated, in fact I’m a little underslept – if I can’t tell it by mood I can by how much below optimum all my mental processes are going rn – I’m just still in a posting flow)
Hey, gays who were around in the ‘90s, look back and reevaluate things with the insight that male bisexuality, only then being acknowledged as a thing at all, is as common as then-voguish female bisexuality!
That “straight” jock your friend got to feed him loads in college? That was a bisexual man.
The married guy you were fucking who would never leave his wife and their perfect life? That’s because he was a bisexual man, he in fact liked being married to her, he was just committing adultery, which married men are known to do.
The preacher thumping on about the sanctity and primacy of heterosexual marriage who was found to be picking up men on the road? He wasn’t “self-hating” gay, that was a bisexual man. “Preacher talks up married fidelity in sermons, has side pieces” is an old story.
The father in the pews with an intuitive sense that it is both necessary and useful to communicate to humans that same-sex relations are wrong and it’s opposite-sex ones that are right, so that they order their lives properly – that was a bisexual man.
We’ve been here all along, nu?
Q: isn’t framing a common theme of bisexuals as infidelity with the other sex exactly what bisexual women were complaining about circa their 1990s moment in the sun?
For anyone who missed it, OP is using “ski” in the sense of “do cocaine”. I’d prefer a transitive verb (“let’s ski some coke!” doesn’t work) but at least we have one now, I remember in the 90s people were trying to use “push off” or work with “lit” as an adjective for coke-high.
I suspect having a less massive body with less lipid cells is affecting not like, how high I get when I smoke weed in general, but the intensity and ADSR envelope of any individual equivalent-volume hit
So to address the classic question of “do two different people see colors the same?”, as someone who has been two different people in ways that involve the exact same sensory input being received, processed, and understood in different ways – this includes visual input, I see in 3D now, remember? – yeah, the colors are the same.
Almost feels like I’m losing too much weight, but matching it out, going through the 5-scoop stage twice (right when I was ready to go down to 4 an “echo” boosted the symptom to the extent of one scoop) constitutes 40% of the weight loss remaining when I started, so on track I guess.
(This math assumes that symptoms clear at steady rate – i.e. going from 5 to 4 scoops takes the same time as 4 to 3, 3 to 2, etc – and that natural creatine production daily is equivalent to 2 scoops consumed. Weight loss is directly proportional to creatine – that’s biochemically how you use stored fat and why your body produces creatine to begin with.)
One thing about your normal sleep cycle going from 8 to 6 hours is the “well I did sleep and am qualified to get up, but if I do I’ll be tired soon, but can I even fall asleep again?” thing happens after 4 hours instead of 6
Occasional reminder that my “tried to become a screenwriter, gave up and decided to subject the world to his accumulated insight instead” is also Ben Shapiro’s backstory
So took some CBN gummies to go abed and wow huh not just the unpleasant aspects I just don’t naturally feel cozy sleepy like this any more. It’s much easier to fall asleep now so I don’t really need it, but it’s kinda crazy that years later I’m still documenting patch notes on this stuff
I had a dream that Pepsi released a candy called “Pepsi Particles” that were caviar sized, spherical pepsi logos that fizzed in your mouth. The packaging was a blue and silver pouch with a pepsi logo surrounded with rings like an atom, there were crystal pepsi and pepsi blue flavors as well. I can’t stop thinking about them.
(ARTIST’S RENDITION)
Whipped up a concept of more candy style packaging, rather than the oreo pack look that he drew.
This response still haunts me.
The more I reflect on it the more I believe this person knows me and knew this minimalist take would particularly piss me off. The fact this is on a throwaway account with this being their only post really enforces that.
So who did this? You can come clean now, I promise I won’t get mad, please.
Compared to ecologically and topographically similar regions of Europe or east Asia, the northeastern United States is unusually heavily forested. One might think “well, yeah, the U.S. hasn’t been settled by agriculturalists for as long and is less densely populated, obviously there’s going to be less percent land cleared for farms,” but this is not so! Everywhere in the northeast, our forests rise from what were once old fields. In 1860, for instance, Maine was only 60% forested by land area. Today, that proportion is closer to 90%.
We owe our current landscape to two great waves (and several smaller ones) of farm abandonment. The first happened in the decades after the Civil War, when for various reasons* northeasterners (mostly from New England) packed up their pitchforks and decamped to the midwest. This had been going on before the war too, of course, but up until then it had not been in numbers enough that the northeastern farms stopped being worked. There was always a son or two left to till up more stones from the Vermont field. But that changed after the war, and the fields started to revert to oak and maple and pine. Indeed, much of the early formal scientific study of American forestry and ecology happened in these old Yankee fields and young Yankee forests, by outdoorsy young men from Harvard with names like a Lovecraft protagonist.
The second great wave was in the Great Depression and World War 2, when for various reasons** people from all the rougher sorts of terrain the east has to offer - from West Virginia to Indiana’s Brown County to the Ozarks and back to the Catskills - left their farms to come down and seek work in the then-thriving industrial cities. Much of the hilly landscape of the east that had previously been dotted with small subsistence farms, full of exactly the barefoot gap-toothed hillbillies who captured the imagination of urban popular culture with their exotic poverty and folkways when they suddenly appeared in Cleveland, or wherever, in 1933.
These pulses of farm abandonment have left very specific patterns written in the ecologies of the northeast. For instance, the fact that the poor ridgetop farms that were once extremely common in Southern Ohio and Indiana were nearly all abandoned in the 1930s and ‘40s means that the forests that now grow there are uniformly approaching their first century (excepting, of course, where there’s been logging in the meantime.) This is almost exactly long enough for the process of ecological succession to complete itself, and the forests to move into their mature phase.
And so you read books written in the '50s, '60s, or '70s about these areas, and you notice how common early successional species are, everywhere chokecherry and black birch. Whereas today the only evidence you may see of the forest’s relative youthfulness is a few very large bigtooth aspens nearing the end of their lives, surrounded by tulip poplars and chestnut oaks that will endure for many years after all the aspens are dead.
*Young men returning from war with a restlessness and a desire to leave home again; those same young men posted far from home during the war and realizing just how awful the New England soil is, lmao; Republican government policy writtrn explicitly to favor small homesteaders heading west; the late 19thc. crash in agricultural prices (as, in a few short decades, the Great Plains, the Australian wheat belt, parts of the Kazakh and Siberian steppes, the plains of South Africa, and the Argentine pampas were all put under the plow for the first time, and during an era of global free trade) making many small farms entirely unsustainable.
**Years of erosion on fields carelessly laid out on steep terrain; the Great Depression making running a small farm, ah, difficult; economic modernisation making staying as a subsistence farmer a damn foolish thing to do; new roads and automobiles making fleeing to the city easier than ever; and the TVA and other federal land grabs displacing hundreds of thousands of people.
Ah, christ, these muscle knots in the back. I’m pretty sure that while those muscles used to be packed under fat it was plenty yielding and now they’re left in a tighter envelope with firmer stuff.
So when I first met polyamorous people at the New Jersey Renaissance Kingdom in like 1998 they weren’t all lumpy misshapes, there was also a mid-30s couple, the type who had probably done coke at parties without ever being regular users, who worked some sorta pirate sideshow?
Anyway I got the sense they were the kind of people who would’ve been swingers in 1988 and into hotwifing in 2008 and free use in 2018, not even in it to get laid themselves so much as that they both think that people who pull a lot of strange are hot and they want to date someone like that
those shirts that are like FEARLESS (girly font) or I DON’T GIVE A RAT’S @#! WHAT YOU THINK I LOVE AMERICA AND MY FAMILY highlight the difference between literal and communicated meaning. if you wanted to signal fearlessness you’d sport an ahegao hoodie
You know I must have been losing weight since I started taking creating when the energy effects showed up with the 2nd, “Delta” case that I got flying back to Pennsylvania for Christmas 2021 (as I had expected), I consciously knew that was the mechanism the whole time, but I only started really paying attention when when my stretch marks disappeared in February of this year.
