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I'm certain this is on Tumblr somewhere, but I haven't seen it around, so I'm sharing it myself
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Republican masculinity is a disaster.
Where do you start? The insecurities? The complete lack of self-awareness? The control issues?
Imagine calling yourself a News Channel as you preach abandoning your second wife over not being able to manage your fragile ego as an admirable trait?
Conservative men are incels for the most obvious of reasons.
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This would affect the trout population.
And the economy
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Republicans have indoctrinated paternalism to keep the next generation from questioning the flaws, deceptions, and ignorance inherent in conservative politics.
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Our only hope.
I keep seeing people talking about the “Red Mirage” the idea that it only looks like Republicans are winning and it could still go either way.
I fucking hope so because my anxiety is spiking.
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JD Vance is your archetypal Republican spineless goon.
He shits on women, then when called out to his face, he pretends to have no idea and lies.
Trump does this on every topic. I don't know Stormy Daniels. I don't know E. Jean Carroll. I didn't know the comic at MSG.
Such a weak-minded defense. Such cowardice.
Vote Blue.
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pro-abortion. pro-divorce. i believe we have the god-given right to give up
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I know what you're all definitely thinking. What if everyone from Gravity Falls was a chair. Well, I was bored enough at 3am to think about that too
Edit: part 2
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...Mirrormask?
This is what playing Monster Hunter Wilds Beta is like on PC right now:
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15x18 "Despair" / mercury spills through a mine worker's fingers, National Geographic (1972)
[part 30/?]
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It sounds funny but I’m actually a second generation sex shop employee. My mom worked in one for a while when I was little. It definitely set a very blasé tone around sex growing up which was great until it was mortifying because I was a teenager.
I don’t have many clear memories from when I was a kid but a few stand out. First is that when I was too sick to go to daycare I’d get to hang out in the back room of the shop my mom worked in. It was basically paradise.
Firstly, because my mom was in charge of inventory and there was always a kings ransom in boxes. So most of my sick days were spent in custom box fortresses filled with blankets and pillows. I got to watch the TV in the safety of my cardboard castle. My mom’s boss would also usually let me play with the stone otters she kept on her desk. I adored those otters and looked forward to sick days where I got to caress their carved stone features.
Second, mom’s work had the best candy. There was a novelty brand they carried that I still think about. Sure, the chocolates were shaped like boobs, but I did not care because they were the most delicious chocolates I’d ever had. I only got a candy if I were very good so I stayed on my best behavior most of the time.
I did get in trouble once for wandering into the back stock while looking for props to play with. I ended up finding a joke pack of condoms that were super tiny and using them as hats for my little toys. Thank goodness they were unlubricated. I was chided for this and the teeny condoms were carefully returned to their package.
But my absolute favorite was when I go to stay until closing. While mom was counting down the til I could wander the display shelves and touch all the sample dildos. I only had a vague sense that these represented anatomy- mostly I just cared about their relative texture merits. I poked and squeezed my way through the displays dongs, approving particularly squishy ones, disdaining the hard plastic offerings.
I rated them from worst to best until my mom secured her cash box and we went home, leaving behind a wonderland of yummy candy, stone otters, and cardboard kingdoms.
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