Some people find the experience of sticking things in their urethra highly stimulating. Some of those people get tired of the typical thin rod, and need something… More.

I’ve always been more curious as to who figured this out first. Someone had to be the first to scratch the inside of their dick with a stick to awaken a whole new itch, and I find that just slightly terrifying.

Passing Through by Kaden MacKay.

It came on while I was driving, struggling through feeling like I just didn’t have enough time. Trying to work up the cash to get to a better place, feeling stuck in a dead-end job that I’ve lost what little passion I had for, not really many opportunities to get something better in my area.

Trying to work through my own identity, feeling how much of who I have been was something built on the things pushed onto me, feeling like I’ve missed so much of my own life being buried within a shell that was just starting to open. Trying to open it more, knowing I had to face the risks because staying inside was killing me.

Feeling like I was behind, running towards something I could never catch. I had to pull over because I had started crying. I was doing all this, making myself feel worse, and never taking that chance to just be. To be comfortable in my skin, to be who I really am, to let the time pass through and just smile, even for a little while.

They generally have them on the containment units, and if they’re used elsewhere, on the pipes/machines carrying/using the chemicals.

Now, if they’ve been properly replaced since installation is a completely different question. I’ve seen far too many faded/shredded diamonds on the sides of things.

With tea I normally stick to green teas, mint or lemon, sometimes a little sugar just for a bit of sweetness. More something to help me relax.

Coffee depends. If I’m making it myself, it’s coming out as road tar and gets a couple spoonfuls of sugar. If I’m out ordering at a cafe or something, I normally grab a hot Mocha.

“I Gave My Life To Truck-Kun, But Went To Heaven Anyway To Be The Better Angel” might sway them.

Get on it, Vatican City.

Damn, surprised Hotline Miami made that little. It feels like it’s still a fairly well known indie title. Not Stardew Valley big, but large enough that people still refer to it occasionally.

When I prayed for Jesus to be packin’, this is not what I meant.

Oh well, least I still have Mohammed. Maybe Buddha, too.

That’s the bad(and good) part with my lot. So damn intelligent and persistent, they figure out a way.

I’ve been tempted to move to child locks, but I’m half scared that by the time they’ve fully grown, they’ll have figured out how to manipulate those. I know at least one has figured out how to unzip my backpack, flush the toilet, and turn on faucets. She’s almost gotten down how to turn doorknobs by dangling.

“Who found a new way into the trash?”

Doesn’t matter what I do, someone is finding a way in there to see if there’s anything left in a food can.

Goes to show how well my memory works, I genuinely thought it was supposed to still be a thing in 1 but the official deal fell through until 2.

The official shoes of Sonic, at least during the Adventure era.

I’m waiting for a theater to lean into it. Make it out like a Rocky Horror show, sell pre-assembled bags that have all your tossables, maybe some lines printed out as guides for when to shout, a little plastic lump to take home for the kids.

Set-up right next to the lawn dart course.

There is something absolutely relaxing about using a power washer. It feels weird, because the things are pretty loud and you definitely feel the wand in your hands, but it’s like you can just push everything into that jet of water and watch it run down.

I assume that goes away after awhile, especially if it’s your job, but if it’s something you only break out on occasion, absolutely therapeutic in a weird way.

Those stars get a time most of us don’t, a time to truly recharge. That’s something I’ve really started striving towards, finding and making more time to be with the people, doing the things, that rekindle the fire.

I can’t say it’s made everything perfect, but I’ve been feeling better since finding them, and while there’s some wells they can’t help refill, the ones they do are enough to keep me going a little while longer, until I can find and share with them what does, and so I can keep helping refill theirs.

A stranger complimenting my top.

It was my first time going out completely alone while wearing what felt like a pretty obviously feminine outfit in the daylight, and I was feeling really self-concious about it, especially given the location I was in.

Having someone give me what felt like a genuine compliment really changed how I was feeling that entire trip. Made me feel dumb for trying to hold myself back. All I could think to say was “thank you”, and I hope he understood that I truly meant it. Lit up my entire day.

Same day, after the event at the school, thankfully, but I was with several fellow graduates when it happened. There was an extremely popular steakhouse we all went to with our families, and every one of us who ordered the signature steak ended up getting food poisoning, and several of us ended up getting caught very suddenly by it.

Days over, no coming back from that. Time for a long shower, fresh clothes, and go back to bed. Probably not sleep, because I’ll be dealing with embarrassment and flashbacks to graduating high school.

My only comfort still remains that I was not alone that day. Several of us got awful cases of food poisoning.

If you put a spool of silk next to a harp, the fans would lose their absolute shit at this point.

We’ve been starving for awhile.

It really does cut both ways. I feel like it’s easy for both sides to get wrapped up in this just being another face in the sea of millions. Another person to deal with.

Especially when we have a lot going on. Where they might not know the shitshow playing out in the back of house, we can’t know the show going on back at theirs.