

Vape if you want.
Vape if you want.
How many vape, which is more harmful, more addictive?
We’ll be teleporting, soon enough.
I’d be interested in seeing it. Do you know the title?
When your demon becomes your holy guardian angel. ❤️🏵️
Thank you for your reply. It seems we were saying the same thing. I’m not inherently against polygamy, but ethical polyandry seems more fair. I’ve never been involved in either, but I’ve experienced exes with side dishes, which is a whole other can of worms. Imo, it’s sexual abuse in that it nonconsensualy exposes the main dish to potential STI, some of those deadly, and takes time and financial resources from the main to give to the side, whereas the main gets all the work and ill temper and the side gets all the benefits.
I’ve been voluntarily celibate for almost four years. I’m neither financially better or worse, but I enjoy a lot more leisure, peace, and have developed an close, accepting relationship with myself, God/the universe/divine/higher self (or however anyone else may view it), and am more accepting of the world at large, with the understanding I can work within limited means toward changing what I can that is important to me.
If we’re going to go down the route of “equal = same” then I guess this is discriminatory towards men.
In that they’re not being “provided for?”
They’re provided sex and usually a bloodline.
How are servants treated, as an aside?
The liquid still touches.
“Consumer choice” is like saying "forced bussing,” it’s intentionally obfuscatory language, where “consumer choice” means quid-pro-quo business-political interests and “forced bussing” means certain races are segregated and given inferior school buildings, textbooks, teachers, food.
I have not read the book, only the article, and it seems to fit with other leaks.
Thank you for this thread. I’m a little misty-eyed and feeling so wonderfully blessed. Pumpkin Tikka masala and coffee for breakfast (I know, right?!), mixed greens, tomatoes, blueberries, strawberries, mozzarella with good balsamic vinegar for lunch, for the time in months, I made a half-gallon of iced tea, sweetened with local raw honey, fur baby sleeping next to me as I enjoy the sound of the storm, outside. So many have no meal, no roof, no companion. It’s nice reading the simple pleasures here. No one mentioned their private jet, Bugatti, haute coture. It’s nice when we recognize the real riches life grants us.
Thunder, lightening, the sound of rain on my window.
That’s exactly what part of the article I quoted when I shared it.
I’m glad I left and never went back.
Flashing money. Loud “notice me” logos on everything, although I don’t know how many wealthy people do that.
Clever insults rather than substantial discussion or “to cut off heads in order to appear taller,” rather than doing the work to actually be a better version of self.
Moaning about issues without putting in effort or taking any risks to correct issues.
That was a conversation I just had with someone today. They did not appreciate my saying so.
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