Could be a kids bathroom

In one email exchange, a redacted recipient received an email from Kimbal Musk asking to dial back their relationship: “We know how much we like each other. But I am just not able to do a real relationship right now. Would you be up for going back a step to just dating? We would see each other on weekends when we can and focus it on fun stuff.”

I’m autistic and I used to assume charisma played a huge role in people’s success generally. I think seeing these emails has made it clear that I might have my cause and effect mixed up.

This is it, encoded in base 64 format, according to the comment:

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I’m probably an egg (by which I mean I’m pretty sure I’m trans and would love to take a pill right now to make it so that I had always been a dude, but I don’t know that I’d take one that turned me into a man now, because I don’t know if it’s worth it to explain it to everyone. I also don’t think I’m actually experiencing dysphoria, just aware that I’m probably a man. I think that counts as an egg for some people, trans and closeted for others, and probably cis [lol] for transmedicalists).

If I ever do come out, it’s probably going to seem sudden as fuck to a bunch of people, because I’ve already thought about it for years, so I’ll have everything planned out as efficiently as possible and ready to go the second I decide to transition. I’ll come out to people after I’ve started hormones and right before it becomes noticeable, which I’ll time to coincide with a top surgery (my mother died young of breast cancer that was diagnosed when she was within a few years of my age, and I’m medically eligible for a full mastectomy). That might be wishful thinking, but at least from here, I think I can be patient about it.

The weirdest part for me is that he’s incapable of slipping his wife antibiotics. I get that you’re rich enough to never need to, but do you really never make her a cup of tea or anything?

Also, the choice probably isn’t “be poor or rich,” but rather ”be dead or rich.”

I just steal my husband’s for the outer pair.

…I’ve actually tried to do this at night when I’m not thinking

Yeah, my first thought was how on brand doing this was for audhd, but it’s way more useful than my fucking tracker for flavor proportions for gummies (why do I care? No idea, but I do)

Yes, this is the joke

You gotta mean it and Dumbledore was clearly too calm for that

I like to double up on inside crocs and socks

I can imagine this leading to a meltdown for some inexperienced gas pumper who’s already very frazzled by the controls.

I’ve been having that thought about Epstein the whole time. He looks like if bourdain looked up to Henry Kissinger

I can’t think about anything until I blow my nose

I ate the onion hard

The same way l8r means later. It’s the letter y with a t sound at the end

Part of me hopes so, I’m sure he’d get some really special visits.

Well…….not safely and legally, at least.

Yeah, but Italian bread and German bread…

Germans make pasta too, but I’m not talking about maultaschen here

I always think of this song in connection with young folks, both very good road trip songs