Two words: inguinal canal.

Though that would still be awkward, as it would mean the new vagina’s off to the side instead of in the middle.

Not saying it’s for sure how it’s done (I have no idea on that), just that I think that’s the “canal” OP is referencing.

open a savings account

It’s one thing to have an account. It’s another thing to be able to put money in it. I’m lucky if I don’t have to take money out of my savings all month. About half my clothes have holes in them, and I keep thinking, “Maybe next paycheck I can go shopping.” But by the time next paycheck comes, it pretty much all goes to rent, food, fuel, or whatever else is more dire than new clothes.

Me: texts every so often, putting thought into each message.

Friend: responds with “thumbs up” or reactions, but no words.

Me, after the 15th time this happens: ”Well I guess we’re done talking to each other.”

I find myself scrolling here less because of all the doomerism and bad news. It’s just exhausting to be bombarded with it all day.

My ex wasn’t unemployed, but owned a franchise that he didn’t interact with much day-to-day. He totally could’ve done more for it, but he preferred to stay home and goon all day. Never cleaned, even his own spills in the kitchen and dishes that would pile up by the computer.

Meanwhile I had flight school at the crack of dawn, college classes after, then worked up until 9:30pm. When I came home, he was desperate to socialize while I was desperate to rest and be alone. (Though I usually couldn’t even do that, since I had to clean up after the slob, and do homework on top of that.)

Then he was surprised when I wanted to break up. Hmm.

Which is a shame, because it means more of the effort falls onto us. We have to be extra careful of what upsets NTs, but NTs aren’t instructed (nor expected) to be careful of what upsets us. To be fair, what that is can differ strongly from person to person.

It just sucks when you run into a spot where either side needs to give - like when your energy is low and somebody complains about your vocal tone. On your side, you’re already extending as much energy as possible and falling short. On the NT’s side, they don’t necessarily know that the reason for the change in tone is because of something you can’t control, and it has nothing to do with your feelings toward others. I ran into this issue recently and it basically meant I had to entrust someone else to explain to the other person what the issue was, because I didn’t have the spoons to explain why tone is a lifelong issue and why mentioning it triggers me. Thankfully, my workplace is understanding, but I’ve been in countless more situations where I’d be expected to somehow give more of myself just to appease the NTs who don’t consider what their words mean to me (even though I’ve been made acutely aware through life of what my words can mean to others.) These situations usually fall 100% onto us to resolve, even when we aren’t capable of it in any given moment. Which sucks so hard.

I wish there was more public understanding of our struggles. I wish masking so well didn’t result in harsher social punishments when our masks inevitably slip. It would be a fairer world if NTs were taught and expected to respect our sides, instead of just us being expected to navigate the minefield of NT socialization. Alas, we’re not there yet. But, the more we talk about our sides, the more NTs may come to understand us. Hopefully.

Yeah, but your mileage will vary with it. I find such stimulation very uncomfortable and not arousing at all.

But being born with a clitoris is a win. An entire organ with the sole purpose of making me feel good? Yes, please.

Beautiful!

It also might please you to learn that you have a feminine digit ratio.

The most commonly studied digit ratio is that of the 2nd (index finger) and 4th (ring finger), also referred to as the 2D:4D ratio, measured on the palm side. It is proposed that the 2D:4D ratio indicates the degree to which an individual has been exposed to androgens during key stages of fetal development. A lower ratio (relatively shorter index finger) has been associated with higher androgen exposure, which would be the physiological norm for males but may also occur in some exceptional circumstances in females.

Having a longer index finger vs ring finger is correlated to a lowered exposure to androgens in utero. In other words, you’ve always had girl hands, even since before you were born! :)

Someone’s gotta play It Takes Two

Your environment is the issue.

Reminds me of one of my favorite stickers:

My favorite part is the bird sitting right underneath it.

I’m convinced anyone who says that either has a dulled sense of taste, or is confusing the texture for flavor. I could see arguing that they feel similar, since they definitely both have a soft texture. But in my experience, they absolutely do not taste the same. Avocado has a flavor, it’s delicate but it’s there. Clean penis just tastes like any other clean skin.

But not all clean skin is as smooth as a penis head. Matching texture for texture makes more sense.

… I’m gonna regret having this in my comment history, aren’t I?

I did the same with a mango. In public.

This is why I’m practically addicted to avocado sushi rolls.

My girlfriend’s dog managed to break into a cooler bag I had. What was he after? The plant-based butter I had in there. Bro destroyed the bag so bad we had to toss it out, and all because he wanted butter.

Don’t let anyone tell you it can’t be enjoyed on its own.

Absolutely. Instead of RFK-style brain worms, gas station food might gift you with these helpful guys:

It’s true and I hate it

They hit upon a strong point with comparing chatbots to talking with a psychopath (about 56-58 minutes in.) Discouraging someone from talking to other people is a classic method of increasing one’s control over someone else.

It bears repeating that the chatbots’ sycophantic nature isn’t in order to help you, but rather for their own (owners’) goal - that is, to keep you coming back to it. It’s quite like grooming, if you think about it. With the current end-goal of getting users addicted.

The future end goals? Still to be determined. If enshittification has taught us anything, it should be that any technology (in the current framework, at least) that gains significant adoption can and will eventually be used to exploit its users.

“Maybe you feel the need to compensate, but that doesn’t mean everyone does.”

For real though, that’s bizarre. It’s okay to not perform at 100% all the time, that’s how you fast track to burn-out. Thank goodness my workplace isn’t of the “grind employees until they’re dust” mentality. Last time I showed signs of work stress, my boss actually sat with me to plan out some mental health days for the coming months.

I usually don’t bring up things I don’t get or care to get because inevitably someone chimes in to start elaborating about the topic anyway. Like they missed the part where I said, “I don’t care.”

One thing I don’t care to get is actors/celebrity stuff. I have a touch of face-blindness as well as ADHD, so I haven’t seen as many films as most people seem to have watched. When people bring up an actor and I tell them, “I don’t know them and I don’t care,” it’s like they feel compelled to start listing things the person was in regardless. Then I’m subject to a list of movies, none of which I’ve ever seen, all while they keep trying to trigger a memory in my brain that doesn’t exist. No matter how many times I say, “I don’t watch a lot of movies” or “I struggle to recognize novel faces,” the same thing seems to happen 10 out of 10 times such a topic arises. It’s so weird. I just want to move onto another topic. I don’t know, I don’t care, and nothing you say is going to spark recognition of some rando celebrity. Just let it go.

The main celebrities I’ll be aware of are those who voice act. I’m an adult, but honestly I prefer animation. I can recognize a voice in a cartoon. Ah but the celebrity-fans don’t usually recognize voice actors. Funny that. Maybe I should turn the tides next time by talking about Frank Welker’s animal voices or something.