DillyDaily

My talent as a homophobic millennial knew no bounds in the 2000s

I'd unironically call some straight girl a raging lesbo for wearing old burkes, then jump on the GSA forum and tell some teenager "it's okay to be gay, it gets better, when I first came out you'd get bashed so things are improving" like I wasn't part of the ongoing problem....

What was wrong with us back then!?

(I was definitely transphobic AF back then too! I have no excuses for it, especially because it turns out I tick that box as well)

Like what?

No no no, we get to eat the tacos in the kitchen while we wait for the jello to set.

I'm a stay at home wife, I make sure my husband has a homecooked meal that I slaved over for hours! Like corned beef in aspic with celery jello salad.

Oops I didn't make enough for myself, that's okay I already had a taco as a snack, and my husband works so hard all day to support my life here in this kitchen so he deserves the whole bowl of jello to himself.

While he's eating I'll just add some things to the shopping list, we need more marichino cherries, and we're out of rat poison.

I mean even just from a totally innocent position, I'm exhausted right now and in the past month I've almost died falling down the stairs 5 times from the sleep deprivation (the ER is getting sick of my clumsiness)

I know I'll sleep better once my cohabitation separation is finalised.

This morning I brushed my teeth with my partner's athletes foot ointment. Didn't even realise it tasted like ass and felt like wax until I was trying to spit it out and wondering why it was clinging to my teeth. I'm just not human anymore, I am physically and mentally burnt out carrying the entire cognitive and household labour load of the relationship for the last 10 years.

Wow I completely forgot Lemmy existed for a full fortnight, I'm sorry I accidentally ghosted your comment!

I'm currently using Reef 50+ SPF sunscreen oil.

I swapped to sunscreen oil instead of cream last year after I started using an oil based toner and realised that I prefer the slick oily feeling of actual oil over the sticky greasy feeling of sunscreen creams or the drying chalky sensation of mineral sunscreens like zinc.

I am myself on the hunt for another brand of sunscreen oil, because Reef is coconut oil based, and I have a friend who's deathly allergic to coconut, so if I'm hanging out with her I need to swap back to the gross greasy 1L bottle of Bunnings sunscreen that's probably expired but it's what I've got.

And I'm worried I'll forget one day and kill my friend by hugging her while wearing sunscreen.

I'm on board!

I'm a big fan of the word cunt in all of its current uses it's my preferred slang term for my own, though it's rare to find someone who's not taken aback by that in the bedroom.

Would it be a grammatically consistent pronoun? "oh, someone left cunt wallet, I hope cunt come get it" or do we need a cunt/cunter situation? So cunt can collect cunter wallet.

The way the OP phrases it rules out trans men who have vaginas, trans women who have vaginas, and a bunch of cis women who've had certain pelvic traumas or cancers and therefore don't have vaginas.

What he's trying to say is "if you were born with a vagina and you align with it" which is actually still funny because I was born with my vagina, I like my vagina, I'll be happily keeping it even after all my surgeries....but if this OP saw my face he would put me in the "trans man" bucket because they lack nuance around identity.

You need to get big into two tone ska, then the fedora is socially acceptable again.

partners they could hypothetically reproduce with

"fertile women"

"women capable of pregnancy"

Outdated, slight red flag option: "gynephile"

Or you could even try "I find women attractive and would love to have kids with the woman I love one day"

There, language isn't that hard.

I love that half of these are fully gender neutral terms of endearment in Australia 😂

Can we trade? Every year I ask for socks, sunscreen, and cash, and I get useless stuff that is so lovely but so useless to me.

I've got a luxury nail care manicure set for Christmas this year that I'll be hauking as soon as my family blink so I can buy some sunscreen for myself for Christmas since I'm out and I need it.

It's a thoughtfully misguided gift - they know I go to get "treatments on my hands" and they keep thinking this is at a spa, so a kit to do it myself at home is a thoughtful gift to help me save money.

Except that I've explained thousands of times "it's medical treatment, at a physiotherapist clinic, for palsies, not relaxation treatment, at a spa, for pleasure"

I can't even really use the manicure set by myself because of the palsy.

For my actual nails I just bite, and occasionally file them... like a normal guy.

I was made redundant this year in November, so I need cash and socks, not a manicure set.

I hate feeling so ungrateful towards gifts. But I really do feel like they've gifted me guilt, when I asked for socks.

See this way of thinking has actually landed me in a pretty bad place with my mental health.

"I'm in charge of my own emotions" is not something an autistic person with rigid lines of thinking should internalise, but I did.

As a result I never gave myself permission to feel negative emotions, because who wants to feel negative about anything if they don't have to?

It seemed so smart and healthy, just be happy, that's what everyone always says about the easy fix to mental health. It was easy too, regardless what was happening around me, if I pictured myself feeling happy, I'd feel happy.

I'm in my 30s and regularly mistake sensations with other sensations (am I tired or do I need to pee? They both cause a headache) and also I think all my negative emotions are skipping my brain entirely and coming out my arse in the form of IBS.

I can't picture myself feeling sad to experience sad because I .....don't remember what sad feels like.

I remember what vomiting feels like, because that's how my body has reacted to "sad" recently.