People can do whatever the fuck they want, to themselves. You don’t get to tell them what they are or aren’t. There is nothing different between calling a stranger an egg and telling someone you don’t believe they’re really trans.
Anyways, this conversation will clearly never go anywhere productive. I hope your real world day goes better.
Is this the rare non-binary hating but trans supportive individual? I don’t get it.
Gender being a construct doesn’t mean you can’t willingly put yourself into that pre constructed idea, you can be whatever you like. It’s prescribing it to others that’s fucked up.
Regardless, nobody as angry as you has ever convinced anyone of anything, nor will anyone ever convince you of anything. I’m sure the world is harsh towards you, and I’m sorry you feel the need to match that energy.
“me not being able to label anyone that breathes funny as a closeted trans person is anti-trans rhetoric” is certainly one of the takes of all time.
It’s the exact same shit as “teehee they’re intelligent they must be autistic” or “oh you organize your socks you must have adhd/ocd”. It’s not suddenly okay to assume shit about people when it’s that they’re not cis/neurotypical.
Gender is whatever the fuck any individual wants it to be for them. I like how that other commentor described it, gender anarchy.
It’s entirely possible, but that’s something for every individual to find out for themselves. You can be a confidently cis dude and find it enjoyable to have a female avatar, correlation == causation.
“Everyone that has ever even thought about roleplaying as a different gender is secretly closeted trans” is one of my least favorite takes of all time.
Gender is bullshit! Try shit! It’s a perfectly healthy and normal thing everyone should be comfortable with, don’t make it into a thing.
I’ve always found it very bizarre we equate wearing uncomfortable clothing with respect.
Right, this is the first time California has burned
Not sure why they bothered including a quit game button, that’s my biggest gripe
Obviously working off the same information as you, but it sounds more like he stopped him from leaving during the winter, and didn’t stop him after. Kitty made his choices and regrets them now.
Souls games are literally just rhythm games. 90% of boss fights are watching for when the enemy commits to moving forward and pressing the roll button, once they stop for a bit, give em a tickle. Repeat until god is dead.
Ubisoft as a company deserved to fail though. It sure sucks for the poor bastards working there but something tells me the tune would be a lot different if this was just another round of layoffs.
Mine specifically grabs my hand and pulls it to his belly. I do eventually get the love bite telling me to stop but overall it’s a relatively painless system
Youtube itself is the reason everybody uses these headlines. If they don’t title their videos like a 4 year old, you don’t see it. Simple.
You can see a faint border - they’re just both gray, I assume for no data like Kaliningrad and Albania.
I strongly encourage people who still think like OP to look up what happened the last time we paid off the national debt.
A couple generations from now, I bet this’ll be unthinkable to those who’ve only ever known lab grown meat. I can’t wait.
Okay, but only if we compromise and you give me “balls in belt sander” level difficulty in casual games too. None of this skyrim “just double the enemy HP and damage” crap either, I want to be fighting for my fucking life trying to avoid tom nook’s bankruptcy beam.
One of my boys is particular. You can scritchie his belly, but it has to be a specific way. You can scritchie endlessly, but if you stop, move, or get it wrong, the hind legs come out.
You really don’t want to agree though. Voter suppression only hurts you, they’re either blatant russian trolls or completely clueless about just how much blood and effort their ancestors had to give to earn that vote in the first place.
Mine are brothers and even then, they always try to groom each other and it immediately and infallibly turns into chasing each other around the house. Otherwise they’re chums, but as soon as the tongue is out it’s rumble time.