YZZAJ @Jazzy_Butts@gameliberty.club

I sometimes think of using my bible knowledge to start my own fucked up bible cult that would actually be satanism with a coat of godly paint. We'd play black metal at services.

My older ex: You're polyamorus
Me: No I'm not, I'm monogamous
My older ex: That's not healthy, you'll be happier being polyamorus
Me: That's fine for you to think that, but I disagree
My older ex: It's not something I think it's the truth
Me: Dude, I've been respectful so far
My older ex: *smugUMADface*

He loved his own farts

@AnxiousGooner@pawoo.net I think that's with anything. The more you do something the less spectacular it feels. The first time skydiving? A life-changing experience. The 99th time? Not so much. The more you do it, the more it becomes just going through the motions (fapping). That's life, and a good cope is to meditate, practice different forms, whatever, just figure out a way to mindfuck yourself into enjoying masturbating for the millionth time, or eating a burger for the millionth time, otherwise suicide is probable. Have to have a meaning. I don't like when people blame their lack of meaning or purpose on porn and pleasure, that's lazy. There are a myriad of factors besides porn and to ignore them is to betray ones own bias against porn and sexuality, the shame has to come from somewhere in such a person and it didn't come from within, someone or someones planted a seed there and it grew and grows choking the host organism into submission unless it's stopped.

I was tricking myself into thinking maybe Peterson was the start of a new Christianity, an open minded, metaphysical Christianity that let you interpret the doctrine in your own damn way, but no, faggy Peterson cow towed to the Church Mafia and started towing the line. No porn, no fapping, no trannies, no nothin, ya fags, quit smokin that weed too I take it back fuck weed I said it was good before but that was a trick, fuck it, and fuck you, ya weedie.

No fuck you, Dr. Frog.

Raised end of days christian, antichrist was real and the scrolls and all that shit. So that's why I pick on em so much. They started it. By trying to brainwash me. I almost got swallowed back up when I glommed onto Peterson. I was onboard until he went anti pornography. Nope, don't tell me you're a free speech fag and then say that certain speech is bad. There is no good or bad speech, morally speaking, there's just SPEECH Mr. Peterson or did you forget that you little fucknugget? You fuckmuppet? You muppetfucker? You kermit the frog jammer? I bought your book before I knew and you know what I found? Typos. TYPOS MR PETERSON WTF? YOU WERE MY HERO! YOU BROKE MY HEART!

@sandyx @kallisti If I see someone talking about something I like and call people who like it a community I cringe.

Them:"Hey guys! Do you like anime? Well that means you're part of the anime community!!!"
Me:"AHHHH DON'T TOUCH ME!!!!!"

@sandyx @kallisti A culture is a system of logic, behavior x leads to outcome y, from the outside the system appears to be arbitrary, and this illogical, because it is. But once within, the system is to the viewer, perfectly logical. That is the trap of culture, of groupthink.

I tried explaining to my therapist the rich culture that zoophiles have had since the dawn of man. She brushed me off as confused by porn and trauma. Like bitch, you dgaf about the ancient egyptians and their goat temples, or science, or cultire, or anything, all you care about is your stupid book which has made you myopic. You can't even see anything around you, all you see is your fucking cult and anything that doesn't fit into it's parameters is wrong.

@sandyx @kallisti It is called ingroup outgroup dynamics, in psychology. If someone in my town rapes, my town would hate them. If I lived in the time and culture of Genghis Khan and someone raped, we'd all congratulate him on his conquest and celebrate with joy. Ingroup outgroup dynamics. Do as the Romans do, because if you don't, they'll crucify you.

@kallisti @sandyx But I'm not exposed to them like I was on twitter. Twitters trending bar was designed to fuel my hate and rage, and it would unleash me (purposefully) into a crowd of boomers with shitty opinions like a wolverine from a shook up box.

There's two kinds of zoomers

Normal open minded non hateful zoomers who really don't give af about zoophiles or pedophiles or cannibals or whatever as long as they're not victimizing anyone

vs.

Crazed zoomers who were trapped with boomers in a small town with no internet or exposure to critical thinking practices

One is a friend, the other is a hillbilly

@sandyx I could have had a twitter but I couldn't hold my tongue and kept saying I hope bad people get cancer and shit. Ironically even though I COULD do that here since it's freer than twitter, I don't have to because I don't see very many retards like twitter had. It's the boomers mostly, and the zoomers who were trapped with boomers so now they parrot their bullshit online.

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When I first saw him I thought he was a girl. I was instantly in love. He had the demeanor of a puppy. He was soft and slender, when I smelled him or rubbed against him I felt whole. We actually shared a lot of interests, and had complimentary personalities. We were a great team. We always knew where the other was going in conversation, and made each other laugh constantly. Being with him felt like being in the writers room for South Park, that was our humor. I loved him. When I finally spoke about what had been in the air for the past few years, he rejected me, not harshly but it hurt none the less. I tried to accept it and be a good friend, but I couldn't stop loving him and it wouldn't stop hurting. One day after being apart for a while, we saw each other again, I was with my toxic faggot older boyfriend at the time, and you want to know what happened? They made out in front of me. Both of them knew how I felt and they did that shit. I left with my "friend" and said I thought he was straight. He got embarrassed and acted confused and cornered and said "Uhh, I uh, thought it would be funny". Fucking douchebag(s).

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@alyx @Alex @deadheat My method for killing if no painless methods were available (noble gas for example is painless), would be to stun the pig with a mallet and then slit its throat, or simply shoot it in the skull. So I understand what you mean. I am a country boy, I know the truth of where meat comes from, that's not what offends me lol

@alyx @Alex @deadheat I am not talking about a slit throat, I have seen videos of live animals being dunked into boiling water, and have researched, and there is a subset of people who believe that the more pain the animal goes through in death, the more tasty the meat is. But the opposite is actually true, the stress hormones make the meat taste bad, but they don't care.

@Chizu @Liminal I have had lots of experience with therapists and agree, I hadn't seen one in years but gave this woman a chance because my mom knew her and said she would be someone who would treat me well. Bullshit. The therapist has an adult kid who lives in another state and has a lifestyle that directly conflics with her own values, but isn't willing to own that and takes the "hate the sin not the sinner" route. Sad and gross. I used to have a "friend" to talk to (we were more like a couple, we would sleep in the same bed regularly and would sppon and caress eachother, but never had sex...he later claimed to be straight when I verbalized what was being felt) but we stopped talking years ago after it became too awkward and sad. Ever since then I've been spiraling. I dated someone after he left the picture, a trans girl, but she got judgy when I opened up about how I like loli/shota stuff and I stopped feeling comfortable with her after that so I had to break up. We fought about stupid shit too so it's not like that's the only reason we broke up but it freaked me out enough to say bye and then I went into hiding because I was sure she would tell everyone to be petty but idk if she did or not. We didn't really have any mutual friends anyway. I just wish I had a partner who liked who I was and not who I was pretending to be.