Category: Conversations

Talking, teasing, manipulating, debating, and delighting

johnnie-cakes:

Do any of you listen to podcasts? Tell me your favorites!

This’ll be heavily weighted toward history-related podcasts, and I prefer scripted to unscripted shows. So with my biases in mind:

  • The History of Rome
  • The History of Philosophy
  • S Town (aka Shit Town)
  • Serial
  • Fictional
  • Myths & Legends
  • Hardcore History (his delivery is an acquired taste, but he often lingers on salacious details, and I love me some salacious details)
  • The Ancient World
  • Revolutions (from the History of Rome guy)
  • Freakanomics
  • WTF with Marc Maron
  • Lore
  • As a dedicated and eternal NewsRadio fan, I am contractually obligated to listen to any episode of Joe Rogan that features Andy Dick or Dave Foley. I’m not proud of this, but it’s in the rules.

I’ve tried a few true-crime podcasts over the years, figuring that would be a sweet spot for me, but so far… bleh.

domestic–doll:

bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls:

Someone pointed out to me earlier today that 2002 was sixteen years ago, and most of you were innocent babies back then, so you don’t even know this song exists.

And talk about a fucking artifact from a time-gone-by…! Custom’s “Hey Mister” is peak perv-rock, up there with some of the greats from previous generations. (A hidden gem from the ‘80s: Deep Purple’s “Mitzi Dupree”, about meeting a chatty sex worker on a plane.) I doubt “Hey Mister” would be released at all today, but even a year after its release, it was still as omnipresent as “In Da Club” during Spring Break 2003.

As for the video? Sure, it’s cheap as hell, but that only makes it creepier, and the body writing just takes it to the next level.

Hey Mister I really like your daughter.
When I’m horny like thirsty
She’s a bottle of water.

Hey Mister how’d it get so bad
You raised her so well
And now she’s calling me dad
In the back seat naked of a new Volkswagen
The perfect little gift for high school graduation.

I just had this thought of me and a whole bunch of girls sitting on the floor around a comfy chair listening with big eyes while @bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls tells us stories about the past 👧🏻 that song is kinda creepy but hot!

That’s the goal, you know.

I chose not to have kids, but there’s no reason I can’t have a houseful of daughters.

(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)

johnnie-cakes:

can I please just not feel empathy anymore I want it gone

I don’t think you can actually get rid of it once you have it… that ship has probably sailed.

But I’ve learned empathy can be controlled. With difficulty, with specific people, in specific contexts. And if you’re particularly ambitious, you can even hone it to a cutting edge.

anewsubstory:

dumbbigtittedslut:

“I’d never want to be a part of a club who would have me as a member”

Re: my skepticism towards men who say they love me

“You do? What’s wrong with you?”

Me: ‘he said he likes me. He has bad taste.’

“Dominant privilege” is when you feel exactly the same way, but your consequent undercurrent of paternal contempt just makes you more attractive.

mommys-little-girl:

bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls:

My Life

girl: Tell me what you do to girls.

me: I get to know them a little, they open themselves up to me, and then I describe what I find inside them. Then they fall in love.

girl: That… can’t be it.

me: That’s it.

girl: It isn’t that simple.

me: Yes, it is.

girl: Show me.

me: I don’t think you really get what you’re—

girl: I don’t believe you. Show me.

me: Y’know what? Fine.

…

girl: Okay, so. Yeah. It was pretty much that simple.

me: I don’t know why people don’t listen.

I don’t believe you

I sense a trap.

My Life

girl: Tell me what you do to girls.

me: I get to know them a little, they open themselves up to me, and then I describe what I find inside them. Then they fall in love.

girl: That… can’t be it.

me: That’s it.

girl: It isn’t that simple.

me: Yes, it is.

girl: Show me.

me: I don’t think you really get what you’re—

girl: I don’t believe you. Show me.

me: Y’know what? Fine.

…

girl: Okay, so. Yeah. It was pretty much that simple.

me: I don’t know why people don’t listen.

domestic–doll:

truth in advertising

I don’t want to be a scold, but someone should point out that your pussy lacks accessibility options. That visual labeling only helps sighted molesters; blind users —-or sighted men who like working by feel— need affordances to ensure they can navigate their way up those long-ass legs to what is, I must admit, a very appealing cunt.

Please try to be more considerate. Thank you.