I see I chose the right point in the conversation to hit the "block" button.

I see I chose the right point in the conversation to hit the "block" button.

Just watch, that'll be one of the first new Kinja usernames.

You're making some weird base assumptions about my preferences. Or engaging in some deeply telling false equivalencies. I can't tell, and frankly, I don't give enough of a fuck to probe further.

You're making some weird base assumptions about my preferences. Or engaging in some deeply telling false equivalencies. I can't tell, and frankly, I don't give enough of a fuck to probe further.

Fine, a Star Wars cosplayer who's willing to rant about subhuman scum until you shout the safeword. You still don't need an actual Nazi.

Fine, a Star Wars cosplayer who's willing to rant about subhuman scum until you shout the safeword. You still don't need an actual Nazi.

It sounds to me like it's basically a "Hi, if you killed me accidentally (or not) during sex, here's some "get out of murder" evidence you can hand to the cops" note. Whether it would actually work, I don't know (probably not), but LW really shouldn't be putting herself in a position to find out.

Will that save us, or will it just keep us distracted?

Sounds like the former to me. No living situation is permanent, no matter how ideal, and yours isn't. So using rent and yardwork as an excuse not to pursue something that might make you happier when you know you're not satisfied enough to avoid wondering whether that something is out there is not a good reason to…

Something tells me that's not the appeal with Mr. Alt-Right Arm Candy. She wants to save him, not get off on his transgressiveness. Besides, if you're just into the aesthetic, you can fuck a Star Wars cosplayer or someone who kept their outfit from the community theatre production of The Producers. You don't need…

Something tells me that's not the appeal with Mr. Alt-Right Arm Candy. She wants to save him, not get off on his transgressiveness. Besides, if you're just into the aesthetic, you can fuck a Star Wars cosplayer or someone who kept their outfit from the community theatre production of The Producers. You don't need…

Fingers crossed.

I've found that the less I want to talk to my therapist about a thing, the more I need to bring it up.

That's a way more diplomatic way of putting it. I like.

"I care, which is why I'm not going to be your crutch. You're going to have to deal with this on your own from now on. You need to start figuring out how you're going to do that."

Arya doesn't think in terms of long-term logistics. She thinks something's wrong, she decides it's her job to set it right, and the consequences can sort themselves out later.

She's not necessarily wrong.

…And the younger son grew up to be the Joker?

We have video proof from the turkey-pardoning ceremony.