$37.50 an hour to talk to a minimum of 6 strangers that want something from me and think I can deliver it for them?

I’d rather be an urban outdoorsman.

My finger hurts and I spent the last of my gumption posting this comment.

Go on without me. Text my wife. Tell her I’ll be

It’s weird that 4 people are in there for rape.

Honestly, all the childhood trauma has given me an incredible sense of humor. Practice makes perfect!

I’m genuinely confused. Do furries who style themselves after dragons, lizards, and snakes not refer to themselves as scalies?

Did I get taken by a meme like a decade ago and just decided that was canon?

First consensual experience. My usage of the word molested earlier downplays things a bit – we had full penetrative sex, but I was 6 years old. It’s something that occurred dozens of times. It’s not the only time I was sexually abused as a kid by someone older, but it’s the one I’ll mention.
Not very much later than that very first experience, I had a rather thorough introduction to pornography. My parents split up, my mom moved far away, taking us with her. After she kicked her drug habit, she became a workaholic and put in 80-hour workweeks. Another kid at our apartment complex had a “cool mom” who figured that her preteen was going to get his hands on porn, so she had some available that I guess was okay by her. He then showed it to everyone - including my then 8-or 9-year-old self.

Honestly - I think I did alright in this first consensual encounter. We had several multi-hour long trysts, usually one to two a weekend for at least a month (probably more like 2 months) until she moved in/we got caught. I don’t know if I knew what I was doing, skill wise, but she did, and I’m able to have multiple orgasms/erections, so like if one pops off (and they did with way less control back then), it wasn’t a mood killer. Plus, I think I lead off that initial encounter by trying to eat her out. I’m sure we talked and found stuff that worked for her. But maybe not? I don’t know. She kept coming back and wanted more. I assumed that was satisfaction - although it could have been whatever her emotional damage was.

A lot of it for both of us may have been the completely open embrace of each other without any kind of guile or awareness that we were, you know, being gigantic emotionally destructive idiots. As well as being fairly risky on contraception. Woof. Rhythm method most of the time. I’m sure she grew up to be a lovely person, but man, what a mess we could have made of our lives.

No, you’re good. I think I was reading too much into your comment/crotchity first thing in the morning.

It was weird times. I mean, great. But weird and great to my half-cooked, traumatized, and hormone-addled teenage brain.

She was my sister’s best friend at the time and, well, physically she was like the girl who’d molested me as a child, which definitely had (and still has) an impact on my physical preferences.
I don’t exactly know what her deal was, but I think it was that any male attention just short-circuited her. I recall her telling me she loved me after a few weekends of sneaking around, and after about a month, spinning a yarn as pretext to try to move in with us.

It’s probably a good thing we got caught a day or so after she moved in. Stupid football game. It pushed some TV show back, and my mom/sisters stayed up late to watch it. My sister (her best friend) came downstairs to check in on her and caught us in bed.

As for the how - I don’t know. I was an awkward gangly teenager, and she was honestly a pretty attractive girl. She had some self-confidence issues, I think.
It was like the first day she’d come over for a sleepover. I had never met her - my sister befriended her when we were in foster care, so this was not unusual - and I was instantly into her. I have no idea if she picked up on that or not. We were watching movies (me, 2 of my sisters, and her). The couches were occupied, and so I had a pallet on the floor. So did she. Our feet were under the big couch, hidden by the little skirt that all couches had back then, heads pointing toward the TV. I thought I felt her foot touch mine (but it was probably wishful thinking). I edged my foot over, discovering the distance between us was way too far for her to have accidentally touched me, and sort of bonked her foot with mine while awkwardly exploring. I pulled back just slightly and she immediately pressed her foot against mine. Footsie lead some sneaky suggestive glances, then surreptitiously bridging our blankets together and doing our best to conceal our roving hands. At one point during a bathroom break everyone had left the room, she told me her intentions, and I was very okay with them. We made a plan - I was going to go to bed, and she was going to find me after everyone was asleep. (She was sleeping in a guest room that was conveniently located - my bedroom was in the basement.) And that was that.

She used to page me with “143” (code for I love you - which I don’t think either of us could know what that actually meant) and I used to page her back with same. We were so dumb and teenager-y. It was fun, but unhealthy. I didn’t get enough positive attention, and this sort of reinforced a belief that I could only be of service to someone sexually. If I wasn’t serving someone sexually, I wasn’t of value emotionally - another formative belief that was maybe not the best and is still hard to shake.

I’m not sure how to respond here. Obviously it’s a reference to the leg lamp. That was never in question.

I was responding to the alt text of the image that called it a furry rendition, saying it was a probably better akin to a scaly rendition.

Editing this to be less confrontational: It’s not really important to establish exactly what fantasy creating the lamp depicts. It’s stylized, either way, so we’re not going to be able to say it’s one thing or the other. It’s got four toes like cats, non-retractable claws like t-rex’s, and an implied rear claw, similar to a t-rex first toe.

That is fishnet tights — I meant that t-rex’s are scaly in general.

Seems less furry and more scaly. Also. I love it. I want a t-Rex leg lamp.

Am I a grown adult that wakes up in a foster care home and the child that was there previously is gone?
Do I have to spend the rest of my life without an identity, or clinging to the “delusion” that I was this child that mysteriously disappeared?

Am I a child with 40 years of life experience?
Not long after, When I was 14, my first consensual sexual experience involved an 18-year-old. We got caught, and folks widely regard/regarded her as being inappropriate/in the wrong. Huh. First girlfriend, high school dances/romances. College. Jesus - every relationship basically forever.
If I proceed down the same path, does that mean I’m the creep now?

My wife and I (both with ADHD) do both, and alternate who is doing which. We’re on the same page about 75% of the time, and practicing our communication skills the rest of the time.

I dated a girl with a very Italian last name for a number of years. She said that ‘back in the day’ certain parts of her family were connected in our city. Laughed it off, because that was history. Her dad was never involved, and her grandpa was only a little involved, I guess, and… whatever. It just wasn’t a thing in their lives and hadn’t really been a thing in our city since like the 70’s.

We took a trip to NYC, and after eating at this lovely hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant, she paid. After seeing the name on the CC, the whole vibe sort of changed. Staff got shy. A manager came over to offer us a big discount on our food, and free dessert.
My GF understood it, I guess, and told him that we were from out of town and didn’t have any family in town. After a very brief pause, the manager said something like “Oooh. It must have been another table that complained about their food…” They still gave us free dessert for the mix-up (we were already going to order dessert - it’s not like we were pretending to be mini-mafiosos out there).

I knew a guy who - about 20 years ago, slept with both women in a lesbian relationship. As in - they cheated on each other with him. And somehow they formed a workable triad out of that that was pretty darn stable for like 10 years. Until he got caught cheating on them (after months, apparently) with someone in their social group - a younger, monogamous, ‘party girl’-type woman.
He didn’t want to break up with anyone, and all of them refused to ‘give up’ so now (10 years after cheating) he has two relationships - the triad, the “new” one, two houses, and now a kid with each woman.

He looks and acts sort of like a grown up version of Max from A Goofy Movie (Goofy’s son), is still ‘fixing’ the muscle car he bought in his college years, and has a 99% complete collection of every edition of Playboy magazine.

But to answer your question of what a guy with 3 (or more) wives should look like? Bill Paxton, circa 2011.

While filling late night silence with noise, I recently saw a YouTube video of the format where a voice (possibly AI?) stretched a Reddit comment from a D&D (variant of some kind) DM into a 20 minute long narrative.
The story was that the DM gave a “that guy” murderhobo an outlet for their shoot ‘em up artificer murderhobo ways by bringing an NPC ghost into the party for dinner, whereupon the ghost could not ‘eat’ with them until the murderhobo, at the ghost’s prompting, shot the ghost’s plate of food, causing it to splatter and shatter, spraying the party-mates with food, revealing the ghost plate in its stead, which the ghost happily chowed down on - joining the party for dinner, and giving the player some way to feel like a very special boy.

Anyway. Wonder if the artist saw that comment or perhaps the video.

I love Lemmy.

So. Honestly, I’m in over my head on a couple projects that I thought were going to be “easy enough.”

I’m new to the entire “type” of project I’m building - ESP32’s with displays. The starter project is a ‘magic 8 ball.’ I have one of these already and figure the gyro/accelerometer can capture the shake/flip motion. The more complex one is intended to be backed by ESPHome and use a motion sensor/Bluetooth presence detection to deliver customized messages in addition to providing smart home control.

In the course of trying to figure them out, it’s become apparent I’m going to have to learn/use LVGL for the graphics. I haven’t yet gotten to LVGL and I already am on the struggle bus.

And ears so big they can be used as handles. For reasons.

I’d be fine with it, but my wife barely likes men. There’s no way I could convince her to find me a gaming buddy.

(I kid! I’d actually rather she find someone that knows C++.)

My work phone is always on vibrate and not on my person when I’m not being paid to have it on me.