Why? All the blokes I have seen are low maintenance. They are all fueled by beer, meat and sports TV. Once in a while, they can be convinced to do the literal heavy lifting. They are really quite simple minded creatures and useful in their own way.

Well yes and I knew, even as I typed, I was wrong. Who picks a wrap over bread? Low carbs... Smart but not my go to. I just needed another sand which alternative; shoulda gone with empanadas, turnover or something. Someone far smarter than me down thread pretty much laid out the definitive statement on the subject.

pssst....don’t tell anyone, but I thought it was funny. And I am a woman.

The Domme, obviously.

Jesus Fucking Christ. There’s nothing worse than someone who quotes Heinlein as a goddamn adult.

My problem is that I love male bodies. I would not be interested in the female bodies, and I don’t want to be celibate (and just masturbating). I greatly, horrible, intensely desire male bodies.

Hahahaha shots fired. All those cups have names like Amber, Anne and Jenn.

Kaguya has two mommies.

wait. what.

What???

All the clothes have pockets? I am so... there!

I could take or leave the cats but you had me at all the clothes have pockets.

Sandwiches would naturally go extinct to be replaced by the clearly superior panini and wrap.

There is no trash because women will compost or recycle everything.

But then who would you all make sandwiches for?

But who will take out the trash once a week begrudgingly?

You know what has been bugging me for a month?

“So, ideasleepfuriously, I hear that you have an interesting hobby.”

Holy moly, do I HATE the interviews on Jeopardy. I was telling my wife the other day about my fantasy of how that would go down if I was ever on the show:

I kind of want a real cat to be inside that.