Legit question, but that’s a no for me.

While it’s partly that it’s not really useful, and makes other features a better priority, it’s also partly because it would make people that think influencer is a valid job title plague lemmy.

Neither of those is worth casual curiosity

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You aren’t going to get many genuine answers, I suspect. Not because of stupidity or it being obvious, because I don’t think it’s either.

It’s because lemmy isn’t secure forum. Too easy for things to be found and any responses are used to get rid of. So any stupidity would come from giving anything other than a fake “I follow all laws, but object to X laws”.

Which, I follow all relevant laws, even when I object to them.

However, I have my own moral code, and would adhere to that regardless of whether or not there were laws perfectly aligned with them. It does not match the majority, except in the broad issues, but it isn’t so far off as to be incompatible either.

Most of my personal code is derived eternally at the end, but some parts were discovered externally. In other words, when running into a moral or ethical rule, I examine it and internalize it if it fits my needs, reject it if it doesn’t. Some bits and pieces are purely internally derived in origin, as they stemmed from experience in childhood before I encountered external sources regarding those matters.

Thing is, my personal morals aren’t necessarily something I expect others to follow just because I believe something is morally right/wrong. That’s part of my code; that until someone else’s code interferes with mine, or someone else’s, life, IDGAF, it’s their business. When it isn’t my life being interfered with, my code doesn’t automatically decree that I need to do anything about it, but it does allow for intervening when the situation makes it useful, necessary, or just desirable.

I’ll use shoplifting as an example. If I see someone stealing from a chain store like walmart, I didn’t see them. If I see someone lifting from a small shop that’s locally owned, my code gives me options ranging from informing them they’ve been seen and need to leave, all the way up to beating their ass if I feel that is the appropriate response to the specific situation. However, it also allows me to ignore it if I feel that’s more appropriate.

See? Not like the majority, but it’s not so far off as to be unrecognizable.

Part of that is that I firmly believe that all ethics are situational (and they are), and that morals can be situational as well. There are very few things I believe in so strongly on a moral level that there’s no room for them to bend when unusual circumstances occur.

Pretty much the only thing I’m fully, 100% unbending on is bigotry. Won’t put up with it, won’t tolerate it. That being said, I’m still aware that what is and isn’t bigotry isn’t perfectly defined. There’s blurring at the edges, specific cases where what seems like bigotry may be a language barrier, or a cultural barrier. And that, unfortunately, some of those edge cases aren’t even universally decided on by the targets if various forms of bigotry. So I can only rely on my own sense of right and wrong when it isn’t clear cut.

That means that when I encounter an unusual situation, I’m more likely to seek clarification before jumping in, and that I’m more likely to jump in by explaining why what they’re saying/doing is a problem, even if they aren’t being a bigot intentionally.

You see alllll that rambling? That’s the kind of shit that I do in my head any time I run into a new moral dilemma, or discover a need to reevaluate an old belief. Which can be pretty fucking often. I don’t like to let my code sit unexamined for long, so I poke and prod at it when a specific subject comes up, even if it’s nothing I need to do anything about. You run into that a lot online.

Mastodon on my pen name.

Piefed for the hell of it.

Used to use one of the “key” forks, but the instance I was on shut down, and I never went back.

Haven’t really bothered with the rest because they don’t fit any needs, and tend to be based around things that aren’t my personal interests enough to use regularly. Peertube, I’ll never put videos up, but I use it when other people link to it.

That’s really it. I don’t want/need the kind of services friendica is for, nor whatever the name of the Instagram clone is, and loops is totally not my thing.

I don’t have anything against them, mind you, I just don’t use those kind of platforms

No, extroverts and ambiverts have trouble with interrupters too.

In a work environment, I find it best just to say I’m having trouble keeping up, and could first person please continue. Most of the time, it’s gonna work fine

No worries, you aren’t required to have perfect English :)

I guarantee your English is better than anything else I speak.

I’m not sure why they’d call an ambulance, but I guess an overabundance of caution is better than not having an injury evaluated.

But I do wish more people would pick up the basics of first aid. Just seems like you’d want to know how to have a rough idea of evaluating your own injuries at the very least.

Ain’t nothing wrong with getting your freak on at all :)

Totally fake, and gay. Anon never has sex, and if they did, it would be up their own ass

That being said, old man babbling incoming

Why people gotta always want the crazy shit? Like, can we not just have some nice, gentle, loving sex more often? Why we all gotta pretend there’s a camera on and be all contorted and have things shoved in our ears and shit?

Like, motherfuckers, put on some Barry White and get your slow jam on. Get some deep, grinding, balls up against them fucking going. Let that fucking fire build up until you both melt into each other.

I ain’t saying to never get your pound on! Nah, as long as your partner is up for it, play big daddy jackhammer. But gods damn, that ain’t a fucking fleshlight you’re inside of, and that ain’t a giant dildo you’re riding. It’s a person, explore that motherfucker, get that deep fucking going on. And I don’t mean where the dick is knocking on the cervix and wanting in, I mean feel that shit, feel every inch sliding in and out of that steamy goodness.

See, you do that kind of fucking, when one or both of you get to the climax, that shit comes out of your soul. You want that shit to be mind altering, where you’re seeing dragons fucking and unicorns rearing against alien skies and shit.

You the one with the dick, you fuck that pussy like you love it, like it’s the most precious thing in the world. You the one with that pussy, you wrap that thing up in your hot and salty goodness and hug it tight like it just got home from the war.

Make love with that shit

Your question is pretty jumbled up, and it’s difficult to tell exactly what happened. So I’m going to ignore that and stay general

Ableism isn’t necessarily the same thing as disliking something. As an example, my crippled ass uses a cane. It isn’t if the sound of the cane on pavement bothers you. You may have sensory issues, or a headache, or just not like tapping sounds.

Ablism would be seeing me using the cane and making assumptions based on it.

Being an asshole would be making fun of me for using a cane, whether or not it was also because of ableism where you make assumptions and act with prejudice towards me.

Erratic behavior can be, and usually is disturbing. It draws the eyes, it makes you notice the person. It is perfectly okay to not like that feeling, or to avoid it, even when that behavior is from a disability. It is not okay to treat the person poorly in any way when it’s you that has a problem dealing with something someone can’t help.

That’s when it turns into ablism, when the way you treat the disabled person is different than how you would treat someone without that disability.

However, you are not obligated to stay around a person that is behaving erratically. Doesn’t matter why they are, you have every right to walk the fuck away, and it isn’t a bad thing to do so, as long as doing so doesn’t put then in danger. It is a bad thing to walk away while grumbling about the gods damn noisy cripple, or the crazy Tourette’s tics, or the stimming, or whatever might be making you nervous. You can’t tell why a person is erratic just by looking. But you don’t have to treat anyone poorly.

Also, when you’re the one that dislikes something like that, it’s on you to leave a public space so long as they aren’t being dangerous to themselves or others. Insisting that the person with cerebral palsy fuck off back home is ablist, and being an asshole.

In general, we are all free to like or dislike anything. It’s how we treat people that matters. You could be the biggest bigot in the world, but if you keep it to yourself and never treat anyone poorly, it doesn’t matter.

Now, what is and isn’t actually erratic is not something clearly defined. It just means that they’re behaving in a way that deviates from the norm rendering their behavior unpredictable; and the norm can be pretty fucking dumb sometimes. As an example, someone laughing is not always appropriate, but it isn’t erratic by default, but some people think laughter in public isn’t acceptable, and that they can’t trust people that would behave in such a way. So, that laughter may deviate from the norm, and seem erratic to some people, but seem perfectly normal and happy to others.

But you have to always remember that you don’t automatically have the baseline if what is and isn’t acceptable just because you don’t like it. There’s times you will, but it isn’t automatic, particularly when you’re in public or in shared spaces.

Because Sir Patrick Stewart is one of the most handsome dudes to ever walk the planet, even today.

The character being a fairly assertive and confident leader without bravado or machismo helps. He’s smart, capable, kind when allowed to be.

Picard is a perfect example of everything star trek represents, in a way, and is definitely the epitome of what star fleet and the federation were supposed to be.

But, legit, I’m cis het, and if Patrick Stewart asked for a handy, I’d grab the lotion.

Pfft, go fuck your wife. No, really, because this is the internet, and if you’ve got a wife, you already won the fight :)

But only if she freely consents, of course

I never understood that.

Why the fuck would you want to talk to the teacher? I mean, yeah, some folks do, but as a general rule of school, students don’t want to spend any more time around teachers than absolutely necessary. I don’t think that’s a wise choice, but it’s the default.

So, of course you want to ask a friend, or even a neutral fellow student instead. Number one, the teacher requires an extra trip to wherever the teacher is, your friend is right there. Even if you’re in the class, the teacher is waaaaaay up there at the desk or board, or whatever.

However, if you ask it a lot and it isn’t because you missed class, they may have a point. Because, damn dude, pay attention when the teacher is assigning the work.

Well, it’s my opinion that religion/spirituality is nice, but unnecessary. It’s a thing that can have benefits, sure. But it’s also something that’s got drawbacks. Since there can’t be proof that any given one is correct, nor that it isn’t tbh, it’s essentially a matter of deciding if you want to hang your hat on one at all.

I get that you’re seeking a sense of comfort, I didn’t miss that part. But it may end up where you don’t actually need it. See, you don’t need a system to have individual beliefs about the afterlife.

We can freely believe that there is something more to us than flesh and bone. Call it a soul if you want, or call it anything else at all. But if you believe it exists, then believing that the soul leaving the body is going to free it of the worries and woes of life is just the natural follow-up belief. You can even phrase it in pseudoscientific terminology if that works for you, and it actually does for some people.

But, if you need religion for your own sake, I would definitely go looking into things like universal unitarian churches. They stay as dogma neutral as it gets, are almost always queer friendly (and by the basis of the official organization are supposed to be because they reject nobody).

Buddhism can be a fairly nice choice, but you do run into the difficulties of which branch is actually in your area, and they aren’t all the same. Taoism can work because it’s pretty damn generalized to begin with; but there’s less “church” to it, where the community is a major part of things. Wicca and neopaganism are usually queer friendly, and a hell of a lot of fun,; though finding a group can be tricky since there’s a hundred flavors available and they aren’t all available everywhere since it’s a small genre of religion compared to anything else.

My take though? You’d be best served by connecting with your local LGBTQ+ community first, and then exploring any religious/spirituality options as you go. Having that kind of directly personal community to be part of is way more in an impact in quality of life than a generic one like a church. But it does take more effort because there’s no central “queer church” kind of thing where everyone is going to be there. It would be support groups, activist groups, queer specific hobby groups, and then you interact with that network to find queer friendly spaces in other areas of life if you don’t find fulfillment in the LGBTQ community itself.

I don’t think anyone out here can really know what you need. I sure can’t promise that my suggestion is going to be right for you. All I can say is that for the LGBTQ people in my life, they generally find more peace through community first, religion as a secondary or tertiary goal. And that’s usually most successful when they engage in queer spaces actively, being a part of supporting others.

But, shit, you ain’t gotta decide any time soon. Just on lemmy, there’s witchesvspatriarchy communities, Buddhism ones, and others. Run searches on whatever you want to look into, scroll through the communities that you find, see if the general vibe works for you and ask questions, engage with people. You get to “dabble” with low risk, and high rewards while you figure things out in meat space.

There’s multiple “ask” communities. This one, there’s [email protected], there’s a no stupid questions community ( though I can’t recall the instance offhand. It’s probably .world, what with it being big). Most of them are going to be fairly reliable for getting general questions like this one answered, and some of them do well with specific questions as well, when you run across concepts to explore. But just searching “ask” will pull up some.

I think the core point is that there’s a nigh infinite number of paths you can take to find what you need, you don’t have worry much about just finding one. You can always just hop to a different one

My mouth is full of chocolate right this second. And will be for the rest of the day :)

I hope yours is too!

Chocolate. I am doing lethal amounts of chocolate.

If I disappear for a few weeks, don’t worry, it’s just a sugar coma

Welllll, we have enjoyed some chickening this week.

Big guy, the rooster, is in rare form, humping anything that stands still for long enough. Which is mostly shoes. He has a fetish. I’m not kink shaming my boy, I’m just saying that he’s the sort that would join in a video conference about star trek and be DMimg “show feet” to everyone.

Except! The chicken boots. He does not like the chicken boots. My wife and kid wanted boots for being out in the yard after rains and such. These boots are rubber or vinyl or whatever, and have silly chicken drawings on them. And he hates those boots. He will follow them around, pecking the boots every few steps He will also make his angry teakettle noise at the boots. Meanwhile, I take two steps, he grabs the strap on my crocs and is quickly shivering in joy. Repeat every few steps until he’s worn himself out.

You just have to roll with it. This is my life now, having my shoes molested by a rooster because it’s easier than trying to run him off.

Now, baby bird, my lovely little marans beauty, is in fine fettle. Sassy, silly, and sweet. She has taken to climbing me every evening when she comes in. Why? Because chicken. She starts out on her seat on the couch. Yes, she has her own spot, and you would be wise to move if you are there and see her coming. But she’ll hop on my leg, then climb up my chest, then down to the other leg, then onto the arm of the couch.

And then she goes the other direction. Sometimes, she’ll pause under my beard and make sweet noises at me. Other times, she scolds me. I have zero clue what causes either, and I’m not sure she does. But, eventually, she stays on the arm of the couch, boks at me until she gets pets, then turns a few circles before flapping her tail and settling in for the night.

She had been walking across my legs with no issues previously. But, hey, I guess I’m like Everest; it’s there, so you climb it.

That is, unless she’s extra lazy. Then, she’ll hop on my leg and buuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrk until I put my wrist in front of her. She’ll hop on, I’ll move her to the other leg, she hops off, and then to the arm of the couch. Whereupon, she will buuuuuuurrrrrrrkkk again until I extend my wrist so she can take the ride the other direction. Sometimes, she needs five or six trips before she decides the couch arm is satisfactory.

Why do I cooperate, you ask? Because chicken. She’s adorable. It makes us both happy. I think. It makes me happy. It may just give her a feeling of superiority over her monkey minions, but she does eventually do her circle, tail flap, and trill, so I call that happy.

Volunteer hen though? Her little bantam bottom is verklempt. See, there was a hurricane last year. My crippled ass is still trying to fix everything all these months later. It’s slow going, but I’m at the point now where I’m clearing brush and taking down damaged limbs.

This means I’m out there an hour or so most days, running an electric chainsaw while my kid is dragging the detritus to a pile. This is not okay. That is her yard, and she will not put up with our shit one second longer. She stomps back and forth, just screaming at us almost the entire time we’re out there.

If you’ve never seen a severely annoyed bantam hen stomping and squawking at a teenager that has had their boots pecked repeatedly, you haven’t lived.

Alas, volunteer hen ran afowl of something. Her comb has been injured. Which, catching the little bugger was hilarious to watch. The sight of a teenager trying desperately to not fall over while cornering a bird that could just jump, flap a few times, and be over their head? Priceless. As were the bevy of curse words while I filmed exactly that happening.

However, my kid is a determined and capable chicken jockey. The bird was eventually in the hand, and an inspection made. I don’t know what happened, but part of her comb got torn off. I know she had gotten stuck in some briars at one point the day before, but the day before that, she had been extra annoyed, and stayed well away from us, so I’m not sure exactly when it happened, so it could have been anything. It’s healing, and I made sure it was clean and not infected, then applied some antiseptic and let her go before she popped a gasket screaming at me.

And, of course, her adorable little bantam butt was stomping off into the shrubbery, calling us all sorts of vile things, in chicken. She sees us inspect the other birds, so I’m not sure why she’s so indignant when it’s her turn finally. Gotta check feet and such in good lighting, so we do it outdoors, and with a flashlight handy to eliminate shadows. Bumblefoot is no joke, so we don’t mess around waiting for someone to limp, we check the feetses a few times a week, except for volunteer hen because she be fast running away when we start picking the other two up. Her, we check as best we can, and just deal with a few days where she’s all butthurt and won’t come as close as usual. But, I figure if she’s running fast enough to escape inspection, she ain’t too bad off anyway.

I love these damn birds.

I mean, why are you so gung ho to earn money for someone else?

Seriously. Shit on company time, party on personal. “Getting to the point” is only relevant if the job won’t get done at all if it isn’t done now. Relax, hang back, do the job at a sustainable pace. You’ll have a longer and happier career that way

The rest of it? That ain’t about age, that’s about people. No matter where you work, there’s always gossipers and hidebound co-worker of any age. You wanna talk about folks that won’t try things? Run across a brand-spanking new out of school nurse. Those folks won’t budge on anything sometimes. Mostly because they’re terrified, and they think that if they stick to exactly what they learned in class, anything that does go wrong won’t be their fault, but still.

If you want to avoid that part, it’s easy. Just chill, be open to listening to others, whether they’re fresh out of school or fifty year veterans coasting to retirement. There’s almost always something you can learn from anyone, as long as you make the effort to look for it. Which is also how you avoid burnouts.

You gotta realize, most people spend a third of their lives at some job doing shit that they only do because they get paid to. The rest spend a third of their lives at some job doing shit they want to do, but also have to do because they need to get paid. Everyone has to find the balance between the raw fact that they’re stuck there, even if that’s their choice. Very few people can just say “fuck it” and go live off the land somewhere, you dig? So they find the path to making work work as much as possible. They find ways to make it bearable.

So, you gotta learn how to adapt to that, or you’ll be that miserable bastard that’s always in his office glaring and grumbling about everyone, tense as fuck and never invited to fun shit.

It’s always going to be partially about getting along with people, no matter what the job is, where it is, how old you get. It can be a matter of degrees, like a park ranger may deal with people less frequently if they’re waaaaay out in the boonies, but your typical office job where erasers and paper are a main component? You ain’t escaping people, ever. They’ll be there every day, just like you. So you either find a way to appreciate them to some degree as they are, or you’ll just be miserable.

And, that process is exactly how you don’t fall into those same traps they do. As you figure out how to get along with weirdos and idiots, you learn how to not be like them.

Source? The same cock they sucked the first time, obviously

I’m in either camp by default, but I’ll gladly use either if around other people that do