I apologize, folks.
Really, for me, the rhetoric was starting to go places where it might attract undue attention, be it the legal sort or less-than-savory characters on the Internet. Keep in mind that Bob's screening procedures only checks for human intelligence and not whether or not someone is a horrible person.
As for this being a touchy subject... well, it is. Consider the following:
It is very likely that I will never be able to start a family of my own. My window for that is bound by two major constraints: finding a partner that is willing and able to have children, and is also within the age range that society would deem appropriate for me.
That window is shrinking very quickly for me.
I can't even adopt a child. Not only do I not make enough money, but they would require that I have a family member or significant other to take care of the child when I have to work. So, even if I did have the money, I'd be given the hairy eyeball for it.
It's kinda ironic that young-adult women fantasize about the capable but emotional broken protagonist type... True story - I actually HAVE had several underage girls crush on me like you wouldn't believe - one of them was only eight years old! I've had 12 year olds flirt, dance, and pirouette for me in the grocery store checkout line... IN FRONT OF MY MOM!!! IN FRONT OF THEIR MOM!!! The tyke-bombs are REAL here! (And yes, there was no mistake about it - they were looking at me and smiling the "I am a pretty girl and I find you attractive" smile. And Mom would give me this "You have GOT to be FUCKING KIDDING" look.)
But then as these girls grow into mature women, they come to believe that they don't have time for men that are imperfect. How bad is it? Go look on Tinder. They are literally looking for unicorns, up until they come across a freakin' underwear model and suddenly the ones that say that they are not DTF* are like, "Sure, when?" (Yes. This happens (CAUTION: Website has screen caps of text messages that are VERY NSFW) and it is prevalent enough that one man was able to literally quantify it. With an actual equation, even!)
It makes it awfully hard for me to see worth in myself when society degrades me like this. Small wonder that I'm on antidepressants.
So yeah. Lemme get back to writing about running off to stellar empires where the men are practically poached to the point where they're an endangered species and the women ask themselves "Is sharing him worth it? ....Yes. Very much worth it."
Oh, and regarding the coyote? Pretty sure he's an outlier, having more to do with the NBA's previous association with the Looney Toons. "Nice kaboom, Wile E."
Meanwhile, the bat references are easy. We love our little winged mice who roam the skies, gobbling up mosquitos like flying little bug-munching hoovers. And San Antonio really is home to the Not-Even-Shitting-You-Here World's Largest Bat Colony. (Consisting mostly of the Mexican Free Tailed Bat - little guys are kinda cute once you get past that face that only a mother could love.) Naturally, mosquitos aren't much of a problem in these parts, and we are grateful for this.
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Really, for me, the rhetoric was starting to go places where it might attract undue attention, be it the legal sort or less-than-savory characters on the Internet. Keep in mind that Bob's screening procedures only checks for human intelligence and not whether or not someone is a horrible person.
As for this being a touchy subject... well, it is. Consider the following:
- I am a white (ostensibly despite hispanic heritage) heterosexual cis-male in a world where white supremacists and incels keep fucking it up for people like me
- Income is practically nil
- Almost 40 years old
- Has Major Depression among other invisible handicaps
- Does not have the advantages of being 'well connected'
- Pretty much lives a hard-scrabble lifestyle that precludes social activities beyond the Internet.
It is very likely that I will never be able to start a family of my own. My window for that is bound by two major constraints: finding a partner that is willing and able to have children, and is also within the age range that society would deem appropriate for me.
That window is shrinking very quickly for me.
I can't even adopt a child. Not only do I not make enough money, but they would require that I have a family member or significant other to take care of the child when I have to work. So, even if I did have the money, I'd be given the hairy eyeball for it.
It's kinda ironic that young-adult women fantasize about the capable but emotional broken protagonist type... True story - I actually HAVE had several underage girls crush on me like you wouldn't believe - one of them was only eight years old! I've had 12 year olds flirt, dance, and pirouette for me in the grocery store checkout line... IN FRONT OF MY MOM!!! IN FRONT OF THEIR MOM!!! The tyke-bombs are REAL here! (And yes, there was no mistake about it - they were looking at me and smiling the "I am a pretty girl and I find you attractive" smile. And Mom would give me this "You have GOT to be FUCKING KIDDING" look.)
But then as these girls grow into mature women, they come to believe that they don't have time for men that are imperfect. How bad is it? Go look on Tinder. They are literally looking for unicorns, up until they come across a freakin' underwear model and suddenly the ones that say that they are not DTF* are like, "Sure, when?" (Yes. This happens (CAUTION: Website has screen caps of text messages that are VERY NSFW) and it is prevalent enough that one man was able to literally quantify it. With an actual equation, even!)
It makes it awfully hard for me to see worth in myself when society degrades me like this. Small wonder that I'm on antidepressants.
So yeah. Lemme get back to writing about running off to stellar empires where the men are practically poached to the point where they're an endangered species and the women ask themselves "Is sharing him worth it? ....Yes. Very much worth it."
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DTFOh, and regarding the coyote? Pretty sure he's an outlier, having more to do with the NBA's previous association with the Looney Toons. "Nice kaboom, Wile E."
Meanwhile, the bat references are easy. We love our little winged mice who roam the skies, gobbling up mosquitos like flying little bug-munching hoovers. And San Antonio really is home to the Not-Even-Shitting-You-Here World's Largest Bat Colony. (Consisting mostly of the Mexican Free Tailed Bat - little guys are kinda cute once you get past that face that only a mother could love.) Naturally, mosquitos aren't much of a problem in these parts, and we are grateful for this.