Thigh highs and skirt-go-spinny aesthetic <3
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Trans rights are human rights!
Thigh highs and skirt-go-spinny aesthetic <3
Two I can think of, luckily neither was that bad.
Firstly I got impatient and bought a new DSLR camera kit off eBay, thinking I would save money and get a good deal. It came with two decent lenses, supposedly, and a bunch of other accessories. Very highly rated seller.
After I made the purchase, I get a message to expect a phone call from such-and-such number. Strange, I thought. They call and immediately I can tell it’s a bait-and-switch. They tell me what they’re going to send, but it’s not what was in the listing. Only one lens, instead of two, and some other shenanigans like substituting inferior brands and cheap shit. I called them out and said either you deliver what was promised in the listing, or I’m opening a dispute, and it won’t be a good look that you tried to change the deal over the phone.
Anyway I got what was listed, but overall it was a disappointment. Grey market items from overseas, not official US licensed gear, so I had no warranty. But I ended up paying as much or more than if I had walked into a local shop. It wasn’t counterfeit, but just left a bad taste in my mouth. The seller disappeared from eBay not long after that…
Second time: I received one of those emails with a password in the subject. It looked familiar, and was in fact an (old) password I had used. Someone took a hacked DB and just fired off countless emails with the passwords to the matching email addresses. But the tone of the email was what spooked me. It said, I have had full access to all your emails, I have figured out how to reset accounts and hacked into your webcam and have some very interesting photos. Either you pay this amount to this bitcoin address or I send the photos to all your contacts and your life will be ruined.
In the moment, I panicked like oh shit this is legit. Even though I couldn’t imagine what photos they referred to, it was still scary being blackmailed. I thought about it, discussed with some people, and they helped calm me down. After a few days, I realized it must be a scam. It was so generic. Surely if it was real, they would mentioned specifics… my name, or what I looked like, or some other unmistakable details.
Over the years, I received a number of other variations with the same jist, and different passwords (my email address was in several major leaks in mid-2000s). I’m glad I didn’t fall for that shit, regardless of how serious it seemed in the moment.
Too many smash burgers not enough veggies?
And will they be Russian, or more human trafficking victims?
Also remember the nearest comparison to building a website, was a book, magazine, or newspaper. So just plop those text and images down as if it was a book, only ever intended to be viewed at one fixed resolution (say, 800x600). No smartphones yet. No apps to inspire us. No web 2.0. No emphasis on minimalism or dynamic content.
Unexpected and unpleasant things should happen with different browsers, window sizes, etc.
That site would have been considered remarkably beautiful and aesthetically pleasing. As such it’s not quite realistic.
Much too legible. I recommend less contrast for the text.
I don’t see you playing with alignment? I would like more centered text personally. And long lines of text without breaks.
Why not throw in some “lorem ipsum” placeholders.
Are you using a WYSIWYG editor?
Where are your dancing hampsters?
Also is this before or after it became trendy to copy/paste all sorts of scripts into the html? Remember scrolling text on the status bar, how about those ascii things that follow your mouse around?
I’d keep an eye on your page’s size, remember we would be loading this on 56k dialup modems… if we were lucky!
My advice: make sure he has other interests and socializes.
I was obsessed with coding from age 7, and now wish I had spent that time otherwise, more being a “normal” kid and less time sitting alone giving orders to a damned computer. Once I reached my mid-twenties the joy died in the realities of the job market, and now I can’t even think about that crap anymore.
You know what I enjoy now? Playing a guitar. Didn’t start until age 30, and it was like a revelation.
Sorry I didn’t answer your question. I still think any parent who wants to “get their child started” on something early should heed my advice and experience. I am for real a walking, talking (sometimes) warning.
My major accomplishment for the day: upvoting each “:3” comment. Now I can rest.
I’m in this picture and I hate it.
Even if this bed is super comfy :3
Well the police can declare an unlawful assembly at any time for any reason, which tends to stir up even peaceful crowds. Not to mention being face to face with militarized thugs in riot gear, drones, helicopters, armored vehicles, mounted police, tear gas and “non-lethal” rounds. If I had a gas cannister lobbed at me, why wouldn’t I toss it right back. Fuck em. ACAB.
You might have no intention of causing trouble, but still get rounded up. Happened almost every day in my city for several months during BLM protests. Mass arrests of people in the wrong place at the wrong time. The countless live streamed videos don’t lie, each protest was non-violent until police agitated the crowd.
I don’t go looking for trouble but I have my limits just like anyone else.
Trust me, you don’t want Indiana. You really don’t.
If it comes down to it, carve out the lakeside and discard the rest. Keep the dunes and miss the crazy racist Christo-fascists…
All that shit is so real and it hurts so FUCKING bad. I hate being othered. I hate being the lone exception to inclusivity, diversity and tolerance. I have never once harmed so much as a hair on a woman’s (or man’s) head. But I’m dangerous and not trustworthy?! Fuck that noise.
Also the sex part is basically my partner and I:
My partner cums every time we fuck (PIV). It takes about 3 minutes and then game over.
While I’m lying there thinking about how I’m still horny and unfulfilled, my partner is already off washing, getting dressed, and ready to leave (we don’t live together).
Since I started HRT three years ago, it hurts to have sex like we used to. I have mentioned this numerous times, but it’s “the only way” my partner can get off, apparently. I have mentioned that I need more time, more attention, more patience.
My partner loves and appreciates my long hair, my babysoft smooth skin, my perky tits, my ass, my slender frame, and my dick. But not enough to take the time to properly foreplay or focus on my needs. I’ve even done what other women do: fake orgasms so they feel better about their self :/
It continues to drive a wedge between us, because I need more, and I am not getting it from my partner. I crave affection, touch, and intimacy. I need to be held, maybe for hours.
I feel like I should start charging people for orgasms, because I don’t get anything else out of the exchange.
Any gender you like as long as it’s gay <3
Thank you, from my friend to your friend.
And then there’s clowns like StabilityAI where if you so much as imply the presence of a woman, the resulting image is a censored blur or rejected out of hand, regardless of context. Worst money I ever spent was getting a pro subscription. I was trying to use it for clothing and tattoo inspirations.
and before some wise ace notifies me “I can run Stable diffusion on my own hardware…” yeah if you want to front me the $2000 for a new rig! My 12 year-old PCs aint gonna cut it…
Blegh every war is a crime. I don’t know if there has ever been a war that didn’t involve rape. Even the allies in WWII (“a just war”) were infamous for that, both in the European and Pacific theaters. So it’s not surprising now.
But yes, any Hamas who commit atrocities, may they burn in hell if there is such a place. Same as IDF and settlers who do so.
I see a bunch of colors, I draw rainbows.
Queer-anarchism or something
Hang in thereeee! Hopefully you’ll be able to get your own clothes soon. Having cute outfits is such a euphoria booster.
Super relatable. I never realized why I hated clothes shopping for the first 30 years of my life. I dreaded it, nothing ever looked good to me. All completely uninspiring.*
Then I found women’s clothes, then my egg cracked.
You know what I hate now? My very limited monies to actually buy all the cute feminine clothing I want. I’m in a debt from a spree I went on a few months ago x.x
* Except suits. Call me crazy but I love women in suits. Formal attire looks so much better on them. I’m totally mixing a bit of shirts, ties, jackets and such into my everyday look, albeit feminine cuts.
Damn inflation is everywhere now, even the transcendentals :'(