Seeing some interesting discourse here saying some people need to get over themselves.

Stuff isn’t always whimsical. There’s a BBQ place in my town where they call the less-spicy sauce “Sissy Sause”. I am never the one ordering, happily, or I’d be asking for “faggot sauce” to force them to own up to what they’re doing.

Exactly this. You set poverty as policy, immiserated poor people use public facilities, very often as a private place to handle their misery with drugs, and therefore are not tidy and considerate washroom users. Washrooms get nasty, people complain, and rather than house and treat poor people, we get rid of public infrastructure, shut down stores before evening, etc.

Goddamnit autocorrect. Fixed

They also have 220v house current, making their kettles much faster. But even with 110v mains a kettle is best

This implies the existence of pubic hair above the neck and I am feeling concerned

I’m so fucking tired

Little rills of sweat making temporary clean streaks in the dust, tracing down across the belt of Adonis, pointing to what is hidden but implied… Sorry, where was I? Plowing. Right, plowing, like manly, definitely straight guys.

Plowing.

Such a beautiful couple!

I use this setup. Sometimes my keychain is at least several steps away, forcing me to use my obnoxious passphrase, but this is good, as it keeps the passphrase memorized