The Daily Dad — Apr 28, 2024

Things you might want to know:

What. What is the issue with Firefox, if you care to share?

What. What is the issue with Firefox, if you care to share?

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Even when I used it as a daily-driver, I’ve always disliked Firefox. Being able to extensively customize the UI made up for many faults, but it stayed clunky even as the Chromium browsers roared ahead in performance and rendering hegemony.

(Yes, Chrome is now enshittified to such an extent that it’s a giant performance hog, too. But it was once a lean rendering machine.)

With that said, it’s not bad. It’s just a weird choice for someone to make in the 2020s.

Not as weird as Opera, but still… weird.

miss u

miss u

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I’ve used momentum to carry me through the last two years of bullshit, but the gravity of misfortune will always have its way. So now I find myself enduring a period of emotional exhaustion that is both unwelcome and overdue.

I’ll shake it off. Hopefully next month’s Gathering will help. It’s a round-trip road-trip sandwiching nine days of etouffée and crying, giggling girls… if that doesn’t cheer me the fuck up, nothing will.

Would you own girls who are related to each other (sisters or mother and…

Would you own girls who are related to each other (sisters or mother and daughter) If both wanted?

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But of course!

I would also own a hobbit and teach it to fuck an ent.

I would lock Illyana Rasputin and Jean Grey in the M’Kraan Crystal and watch them try to sexily out-evil one another.

Given a Time Machine, a few hundred bucks, and a Depression-era economy, I would buy both Park Place and the Atlantic City boardwalk, then paint everything blue.

Now… do you have any other nonsense fantasies in need of validation?

PLEASE HELP MEI’m a former “broken girl” and then I met a guy and…

PLEASE HELP ME

I’m a former “broken girl” and then I met a guy and he’s the sweetest most pure person I’ve ever known and we’ve been dating for 3 years now and I love him but he’s very “vanilla” sexually and I’m aching for some of my old life back. Someone from my past reached out to me and I’m really tempted to take him up on his offer to “hang out”. I would never want to hurt my boyfriend but I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t get to see the other guy. I’m craving him so badly. But I know cheating is absolutely horrible. I’m so conflicted please tell me what to do.

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Here’s the thing: I’m not rigidly anti-infidelity. If you both know you’re bound to the wrong person but have shared responsibilities that will keep you together indefinitely, well… what you do about that is up to you. I’ll judge you for being a deceptive dick, not for tasting third-party cock.

With that said, seriously: DON’T. You’ll regret it.

This isn’t a failed relationship that’s propped up by misguided parental intentions, or an underwater mortgage. You love this guy, and he loves you… both of you deserve better than this kind of nonsense. You’ll hate yourself, and while I know that sounds hot, the hot won’t outweigh the misery.

(To say nothing of the loathing your man will level at you when he finds out.)

Instead, I’m afraid it’s time to take a risk and be vulnerable with “the sweetest most pure person” you’ve ever known. If he’s truly what you say he is, he merits your trust.

Tell him you’ve always had these urges, but were so swept up in young love that they were buried for a few years. That they’re reemerging now, not because your love has waned, but because your love is strong and wants more of him and less of you. That you understand it might be a shock, and it might not be something he wants to share with you, but you know you owe him access to your whole heart, and this —as ugly, scary, or strange as it may seem— is a part of that whole.

He may not like this. He may become angry. He may demand explanations that will be hard for you to give. And —steel yourself— he may decide that he can’t be with someone who has such things inside her. That’s his right, and he should have the chance to make the decision for himself.

But again… he’s a pretty amazing guy. And if your love is as sincere as it sounds, he’ll listen to you.

Im a fan of black lingerie but after finding out you weren’t i bought…

Im a fan of black lingerie but after finding out you weren’t i bought something white and frilly. Thank you for encouraging me to go outside my comfort zone. I love my newest lingerie set

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You’re welcome, good girl.

Y’know, it occurs to me the ability to passively alter a woman’s consumer behavior and body image simply by having an opinion used to be way more impressive before Instagram existed.

The way you present your life is hilarious. Do people really believe that you…

The way you present your life is hilarious. Do people really believe that you have dozens of girls who fuck you and do everything you want and you have the time to ethically deal with all of them?

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I’m glad I’ve brought you such hilarity, given the apparent paucity of your imagination and your inability to recognize that your woeful limitations are yours alone. I figure you need a chuckle.

As for your thought-provoking questions:

  1. I doubt anyone thinks dozens of girls fuck me, because I’ve never claimed such. Dozens of girls want to fuck me, sure, but there’s only six right now who get to touch me.
  2. “Do everything [I] want”? Psh. They don’t even get close. Each of them came fully equipped from the factory with an array of weaknesses, fears, and limitations that will undoubtedly conspire to keep such complete satisfaction permanently beyond my reach. But I like watching them try, and that’s what matters.
  3. As for time, let me introduce you to a little concept called “delegation”. Also —and I cannot overstate this— a whole lotta denial makes a little bit of indulgence feel very good indeed.

As for dealing with them… our third Gathering is next month. For nine days, butts will bleed, tears will fall, shoes will be humped, precious bodily fluids will be consumed, someone will probably get fingered in a cemetery, I will eat too much andouille, and they will stare at my wholly uninteresting self for hours on end and wonder how they were lucky enough to live such moments.

Because here’s the secret, champ: I don’t have to be special to you, nor even to me. I’m special to them.

And that’s enough.