“Robert Frost, Anal Sex”—Two roads diverged in a yellow wood And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. (via whowasntthere)
Weird question: My cat is sneezing for a while, but he hasn't lost his appetite or usual energy. Have you experienced cat colds? If so, any advice?
I’m sorry to hear about your cat!
Since all of our cats have come from shelters, they have all been exposed to FVR (feline viral rhinotracheitis), which is caused by a herpes virus and therefore can easily be contracted and/or inflamed. So, yes, they’ve all had the sniffles now and then.
My first piece of advice is: take your cat to the vet.Even though his symptoms are mild and he hasn’t lost his appetite, you’re better off double-checking with a professional to make sure it isn’t something more severe at the root of the issue. Even the slightest sneezing fits can escalate into a full-blown respiratory infection very quickly. If they catch something early, the treatment will be easier, your cat will be less stressed, and the cost will be significantly cheaper.
Once it’s confirmed as a herpes-related flare-up, so long as there isn’t an infection present, your vet will likely give you a l-lysine supplement, usually in the form of a yummy meat-flavored paste. That particular amino acid helps to control flare-ups and clears up mild sniffles very quickly. You can also get it in powdered form and mix it into their food. Cats seem to prefer it in wet food to mask the flavor, but we don’t have any trouble sprinkling it onto our cats’ dry food either. They might complain a little, but you can just do what we do and answer, “THIS WILL HELP YOU LIVE, YOU TWIT.”
And that concludes my advice. Keep an eye on your cat and take note of any changes in his behavior, which could be an early indicator of a more serious development. Do take him to the vet ASAP! Part of being a pet owner is being responsible for them, even if that means wrangling their spitting, clawing sack-bodies into a crate once in a while.
Both feature old fashioned flavor notes based on original absinthe recipes, so if you want to taste the same drink of Victorian fame, definitely start there.
Otherwise, the absinthe we just mentioned — Adnams Copper House Absinthe Rouge — is another good choice, especially if you’re adverse to any herbal bitterness. It has the flavor of traditional absinthe, but the herbaceous notes are tempered by hibiscus.
As a general rule, avoid American brands (which lack the potency), and any pop culture-style brands (I’m lookin’ at you, Nemesinthe). They might not be terrible across the board, but my experience has found most of them disappointing or downright foul.
On that note, you can also find alternate labels that downplay or do away with the anise flavors completely, which, I mean, if that’s your preference, more power to you, but you might as well not be drinking absinthe, in my opinion. Do give traditional flavors a try, maybe even two or three tries. I hated anise (and liquorice-flavored candies) with a burning passion before I had absinthe. It was only after trying it and appreciating the flavor mixed with an herbal bouquet that I found a love for it.
Sometimes (so often) on Tumblr, I just want to respond with a Form Letter to my personal Asks. It would read vaguely like:
I Have Received Your Ask. Unfortunately, it seems that you lack (one or more of) the following:
Knowing That Mythical Creatures Aren’t Real
Knowing Anything About Me
Being Capable of Basic Reasoning
The “Google” Search Bar
Any Sense of Boundaries
A Desire for Reasonable Discourse Beyond Inflammatory Verbal Diarrhea
Discriminatory Words Against Me Beyond “Dyke,” “Bitch,” “Lesbo,” “Rape-Baby,” or variations of “Fuck(er)”
Because of this, I have chosen to laugh, delete your Ask and never think of you again. Please continue being one of God’s humorous creatures, much like the duck-billed platypus. Or, in lieu of this, use the amazingly wondrous internet you got here with to educate and entertain yourself instead, much unlike the duck-billed platypus (unless there’s some secret world of Cybernet DBP we’re unaware of, in which case, good on them). Please proceed to the nearest exit and Don’t Panic.
A followup to your last ask. Do you think being agender is caused by genetics, or because you were allowed the freedom growing up to pick your own identity? As a cis white male, I'm curious if most people who fall into a different spectrum of gender do so because of nature or nurture. I mean at this point most scientists are pretty sure sexual orientation is caused by genetics.. but is gender genetics or just societal pressure? (Sorry this went so long)
You see, that’s where it all gets really interesting: “gender” itself is a construct centered around the most common genetic commonalities and the roles various societies impose on those resulting sexes. While I could ramble on for an entire book on the various roles different cultures create surrounding the sexes, how they can contradict one another, and even point out that many cultures, especially ancient ones, feature varying concepts of a third gender, I’d actually like to focus on the root cause of everyone’s confusion: biological sex.
While it’s true that most cultures agree that there are “men” and “women,” and construct little gender boxes around those two, humans are actually far more exciting and complicated than that. Your genitals are only one, not entirely accurate, factor into deciding what you “are.” Chromosomes and hormones actually play a much bigger role into determining what sex you are, and even that’s kind of purple-colored territory that doesn’t fit into strictly pink and blue zones.
In fact, between 1-2% of the human population is intersex, which just scratches the surface of genetic variations a person could contain. The World Health Organization actually has quite a lot to say on the matter. And if we can accept that literally millions of people don’t fit into even the most rigorous of determining factors for sex, then I don’t think it’s really that radical to think our flimsy gender constructs don’t tell the whole story, either.
Essentially, I think that it could be argued on a case-by-case basis whether nature or nurture was the most important factor in one’s gender identity, because the whole concept is subject to too many variations. And now that the determining factors for biological sex have been proven to be so varied, it hardly seems worth factoring into an individual’s gender identity either, no more than why they have green eyes instead of brown.
TL;DR: Using biology as a factor in determining one’s gender identity is an outdated concept perpetuated by old societal traditions.
How did you come to realise you were agender? Because I've been thinking I might be (well maybe 'my brain keeps sucker punching my sense of myself as cis' is more accurate)
When I really think about it, it wasn’t so much realizing that I could be agender so much as realizing that the word “agender,” upon discovering it, described everything I already felt, if that makes any sense.
For my entire life, I’ve straddled the gender lines. I was a little girl who wanted gold high heels for Christmas and dressed like I was going to high court, yet I brawled with the boys during recess. I cut my hair short as soon as my age hit double digits, but painted my bedroom bright pink. I didn’t think twice about choosing to live as a boy named Alex for several years, and not a single member of my family seemed to think that was out of character. Even though I sang soprano in choir, my natural speaking voice was deeper and more gruff than most of the boys I went to school with.
I was just “me.” I felt a little weird when people referred to me as a girl, yet being labeled a boy just didn’t feel right, either. Yet, I was in the fortunate position of growing up in a diverse neighborhood with a very liberal family, so I didn’t have to push myself into any boxes before I was ready. I honestly just didn’t think about my gender for years.
It wasn’t until I read about the concept of “agender” a few years ago that I had an “aha” moment. It essentially described how I felt and how I had been living my life; it was the first time I had ever heard a person described that sounded like me.
The funny thing is: I think a lot more people fit into that term than they realize, because “agender” is essentially saying "my gender isn’t important to me, (but my lack of gender kind of is.*)" Obviously, we need better marketing. But like my upbringing, I want everyone to have the chance to suss out their own identities. There’s a huge myriad of ways to be human, after all.
A prominent feminist scheduled to speak at Utah State University on Wednesday has cancelled her presentation after an email threatening a campus shooting was sent to the school.
Anita Sarkeesian canceled her presentation NOT because someone threatened to shoot everyone in attendance, but because the campus REFUSES TO PREVENT CONCEALED CARRY OF GUNS DURING THE EVENT. She was still going to speak despite the threats until learning that ANYONE IN ATTENDANCE COULD HAVE A GUN ON THEM DESPITE THREATS OF THE SCHOOL BEING SHOT UP.
Someone threatened to murder a bunch of people because a woman they don’t like who talks about video games was going to say things, and the school can’t even ban weapons during the presentation????
AMERICA: We’re so fucking fucked up! SCHOOL SHOOTERS CAN’T EVEN TAKE OUR GUNS FROM US.
Uh, just so you know, supporting GG means supporting people who want to start massacres because they don’t want women’s voices heard. You really want to throw your hat in with that lot? Because you’re worried about “corruption in games journalism”, a.k.a. women liking and making video games?
"ETHICS!!! THIS ISN’T ABOUT GENDER. WE DON’T HATE WOMEN." Right, right, okay, whatever you say, sure.
Oh, and you know what a lot of people’s replies to this were? “Having a lot of armed people in the crowd just means they’re more likely to take down the attacker!” Oh goodie, that’s so comforting to know that if someone opens fire in a crowded room, a ton of other people are going to start shooting too! Yes, let’s bring that fucker to justice with a massive fire-fight in a crowded auditorium filled with college students and innocent bystanders, who of COURSE won’t accidentally get shot in the crossfire as every armed individual starts firing at the shooter. That’ll go GREAT.
Bitch is so angry she had to make a fucking gif for the anger. I’m a gay woman of color… how long do I have to keep fighting to be treated like a fucking equal without getting a fucking death threat for it?
Tell us another story! Story Time with K!!! Pleeeease?
Right before I moved away from Alaska, I did a lot of Stupid Teenager Stuff that I only very mildly regret. Part of that was hanging out with people and doing copious amounts of various drugs (and no, I am 0% ashamed of this).
During this time, my friends and I decided to go to an Ozzy Osbourne concert. Four of us — three girls and one dude, named Ben, who was driving — carpooled to the venue to meet up with mutual friends.
Ben and Jasmine were in the front seat of Ben’s car. Autumn (Jasmine’s sister) and I were in the back seat of Ben’s car. All four of us were very high — Jasmine and Ben on large amounts of cocaine, Autumn and I on a mix of weed and vicodin.
So generally, Autumn and I were very chill, sitting in the cushy, cozy backseat of Ben’s car, whereas Ben and Jasmine were a little more than amped and anticipating a rather public drug deal.
We pulled up to the venue and smoked a joint, then got our jackets on and our tickets ready. Ben turned around to look into the backseat at Autumn and I.
"Okay, the guy with the coke is gonna be here in a minute, he knows my car. You two have to get out," Ben said.
"Cool," I said. "We’ll go into the concert and meet you there."
"Okay," said Ben.
"Okay," said Autumn.
"Okay," said Ben again.
There was a pause.
“GET OUT!” Ben screamed in a coke-induced rage.
"Ben, we—," I started.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE CAR! WHAT THE FUCK ARE WAITING FOR! GET OUT!”
“Ben…" I tried to explain above his tantrum.
"NO! GET THE FUCK OUT NOW! I FUCKING MEAN IT!!! GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!"Ben screamed at the top of his lungs. Autumn and I stared at him and back at each other in horror.
I reached out, putting my hand on Ben’s shoulder in front of me.
"Ben," I explained slowly, "Your car is a two-door. We can’t get out until you do.”
New anon here! Just out of curiosity, just how many gifs do you have? And do you collect them just for the sake of having replies to asks? Of course I'm not complaining, since I love your gif-answers!
In all seriousness, very few. I stopped saving gifs (except for the very obscure) because I like choosing them on the fly, free-association-style. I’m afraid my replies are just how I think: abstractly and with far too many pop culture references to be healthy.
You said in a while ago that you were bossy as a child. Do you have any favorite gloriously bossy moments?
I don’t know if “bossy” was really the right word, since that implies I was aggressive or bratty about it. “Good at negotiation” or “comfortable with leadership roles” might be better ways to describe how I was as a kid.
That being said, my favorite childhood victories were:
Cemented a place at the family dinner table for my beloved stuffed polar bear, Rose. She got her own plate and everything. It was just accepted. She deserved it.
Got to grade fellow students’ tests in elementary school. I argued my way into that role and stayed inside during recess to do it. I enjoyed it immensely, especially putting the marks in the teacher’s official grade books. I knew everyone’s performance records, but kept it to myself.
Rearranged entire classrooms. While voluntarily staying in during recess (this was common, if you couldn’t tell), I liked to reorganize everything to my liking.
Student body president. Heh. Heheheheh. Eventually got disappointed in the ways it definitely wasn’t like being a benevolent dictator.
Generally got to replace an adult in any way. From teaching for a day in a 3rd grade class during 5th grade, to planning and cooking family meals, to tagging along at real world jobs and doing employees’ tasks, I always had this weird notion that the adults were my peers, not the people who were actually my age.
Argued my way into homeschooling and then taught myself. I didn’t like school. At all. AT. ALL. There actually aren’t letters big and bold enough to convey how much I hated school. So, eventually I just stopped going, said, “face it, no one’s going to succeed in making me go,” and then got the paperwork to get homeschooled. I got to pick my subjects, I taught myself, then tested out and got all the official certifications. That was probably my ultimate act of childhood bossiness.
All in all, I was a strange, quiet, and controlling kid, but I doubt I ever came across as bossy. I was too gosh-golly-sweetness-and-sunshine to seem harsh. Can you imagine…
What's your take on the whole "femm lesbians with long fingernails" thing? I'm frequently told my nails are my best feature and people often can't believe they're not falsies, so I take a lot of pride in grooming and maintaining them, but I'm frequently told "a good lesbian cuts her nails short" for obvious sexy reasons... I've tried to compromise by keeping my index & middle finger on one hand short, but then I'm told "what if that's not enough for your partner?" and treated like I'm selfish...
There are several answers you could use to shut them the fuck up!
"Many lesbians don’t enjoy penetration."Whether that’s true for your particular situation, it’s something very few people consider, despite being a common preference in the community.
"That’s cisnormative as fuck." This will either spook them into silence right away or will open up an educational conversation about the differences between gender, sex, and sexuality. Win-win, really.
"Do you ask gay guys and hetero women that, too?" Because, hey, just as there are women who don’t like being penetrated, there are plenty of men who do like it. Everybody has a hole somewhere.
"If you’ve got the right moves, it’s not a problem."Because, seriously—
—speaking as someone who is in a couple where both parties often do grow their nails long, even the most enthusiastic fingering can and should feel like this:
I could argue the awesome characterization of "The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou," the cinematography of “Scott Pilgrim vs. The World,” the laughing-until-I-cry comedy of "MST3K: The Movie," the glorious historical drama of "Quills," the witty gender commentary of "Orlando," the glorious action of "Kill Bill 1 & 2," the gritty drama of "I Saw the Devil," the trippy joy of "Yellow Submarine," the incredible fucked-upness of "I Come With the Rain," the theatrical style of "Batman Returns," the visual joy of "Howl’s Moving Castle," the surprisingly awesome music of "Across the Universe," the fairytale fantasy of "Amélie," the epic experience of "Akira".….
All of those get 2nd place in my book, because 1st place for “favorite non-horror movie” has to be between:
If you could legally change your name to anything else without there being any hassle/paperwork, what would you change it to?
The thing is, I have this weird “There Can Only Be One” mentality about my own name and secretly resent anyone else who has any of part of it (unfair for them, granted, but that’s how it’s been since I was a kid. As in, I remember passionately hating other kids for no reason except for their name. They probably don’t even know to this day. Thank god we were never in a life-or-death situation, like them hanging off a cliff or something, because I might’ve just let them fall and shouted, “goodbye, OTHER ANNA.” I was a cold kid).
I actually like the “Stiffler” part of it just fine. I’ve encountered extremely few unrelated Stifflers (if I lived in Davos, Switzerland, that might be a different problem). “Anna” has never been a huge part of my identity, regardless of my weird, possessive feelings over it. “Alex” is the only other first name I have ever used and would be okay, but then I’d have to start a whole new secret feud with other people named Alex… Sorry, Alex.
So, I guess if I could just legally change my name to JUST “Stiffler,” I might. Everything else feels like someone else’s name.
I agonized over posting this, because it does profit me in an indirect sense, and I didn’t want to seen as exploiting a controversy for the attention. But this is a worthy thing, I think, and I do want people to know about it. Twitter convinced me: Fuck it, just post it. I’ve praised Transhuman Games in the past for similar reasons and told people to buy their game.
This is David Hill. He and his wife Filamena freelance for Onyx Path Publishing.
Both David and his wife (referred to by their company name) were among the people vilified in the latest Escapist piece because they’re outspoken opponents of GamerGate.
I’m fairly sure the project David’s referring to is V20 Dark Ages, which currently has a Kickstarter for a deluxe edition. It’s a standalone Dark Ages supplement for the Vampire: The Masquerade tabletop RPG (V20 references Vampire’s 20th Anniversary Edition). David’s developing it, and got a rockstar group of writers to help put it together.
Onyx Path is very proud of our tradition of diversity and inclusion.
The world portrayed in V20 Dark Ages looks like this:
A wide range of cultures, sexes, and skin tones. This isn’t a whitewashed Northern-Euro-centric piece. David has specifically called out the excellent medievalpoc as inspiration for his design goals.
The final hardcopy (450+ full-colour pages!) is going to be gorgeous, but even with a PDF pledge, you’ll be getting a ton of extra material via the stretch goals we’ve been hitting regularly. The Kickstarter went live on Tuesday and we’re already past 300% funding, and we’ve successfully delivered on 7 Kickstarters so far, so this is a fairly safe bet.
I’m pretty excited about it, and I hope you’ll consider throwing a little support our way, and get a really sweet book out of the bargain.