I fucking love how many of these terms are alliterative. I’m a big fan of alliteration, to the extent that I considered AlliterativeArtificer as my username

If you’re feeling like this, it might be that you haven’t found your people yet.

When you’re with the right people, it still takes effort to socialise, and time to build your skills, but it’s much easier.

The hardest part is the early bit, where you need to push yourself to go to lots of different stuff in an attempt to find your people. There is no trick or tip to make this part easier — it just sucks. I’m at a decent point in terms of social skills nowadays, but I’ve been trying to make friends after moving to a new city, and damn, this part of the process is tiring.

I mention this because I want to emphasise that if you’re finding this difficult, that’s normal and okay. If you find yourself becoming weary after many instances like in the OP, then that’s okay and normal too. It is hard. But it gets better, if you keep at it.

Thanks for the link. There have been a few people in this thread making this point, and I was considering asking them to elaborate so that I can gauge what my risk is from using pip for python. I appreciate you providing a resource so I can go learn more about this

Pentiment was great. You can feel that it’s made with so much passion.

I played with a friend who was a medievalist sitting beside me, and she confirmed that all the weird and wonderful marginalia animals were from actual manuscripts

I wouldn’t say it’s tricky to keep going. Keeping it going is simply a case of funding it.

Now, repairing the damage of years of underfunding? That’s tricky

NOT ESPECIALLY, BUT NONETHELESS, I CONSIDER THEM TO BE MY CULTURE BECAUSE I HAVE AUTISTM

Yeah! Nerd party!

That’s what makes it so beautiful to learn what I can. I do sometimes feel overwhelmed by the enormity of it all, but what grounds me is taking the time to feel joy at each wonderful little thing I do have the opportunity to learn, as well as the opportunity to share my learning with others.

Throughout my life, I have accumulated a heckton of random knowledge, all tied together by my subjective perspective. There are things that I know that no-one else can know — insights that come from a particular arrangement of facts and experiences. It gives me a sense of clarity because it reminds me that one of my duties is simply to just “hold the camera”, so to speak — to be the anchor for my particular, situated perspective

It’s less about the ability to find the clitoris, and more about the will to do so. I think that it is more than a meme, but in the sense of “men seem so oblivious about the clitoris that surely they must not be able to find it”. Some women do seem to genuinely believe this to be the case. I guess that, as absurd as it may sound, it may be more palatable to believe than “most of my partners don’t give a fuck about my pleasure and I’m functionally little more than a fleshlight to them”

There have been a few times where I have been a bi woman’s first experience of sapphic sex, where they have told me that the sex was so good that it basically redefined for them what sex could be like.

I don’t know if it makes it more or less grim that I have slept with plenty of men who were invested in my pleasure enough that they actively enjoyed helping me to have a good time. I guess they have just been fairly unlucky with their partners.

From that image, I’d say it looks grey, hands down. There doesn’t appear to be any hint of brown there.

Man, colour perception is weird

Oof, yeah, that’s gross as hell. I imagine that must make the already pretty demoralising experience of online dating even worse. Guys like this get super defensive if you call them out on this transphobic bullshit too.

I’ve had a good experience on Feeld, as a bisexual woman. I’ve found that there are far fewer deceptive unicorn hunters on there (I say this as someone who is open to being someone’s unicorn, if they are open and candid about their wishes. I once went on a Hinge date with a woman whose profile said she was a lesbian, but at the date, she ambushed me with her boyfriend. She said she lied because she didn’t think I would have showed up to the date if she said she wanted to bring her boyfriend. Gross behaviour)

I actually had a partner utilise this to excellent effect by writing on my body while I was tied down (tip: using a whiteboard pen means it washes off easily).

We stumbled upon this idea after discussing the mild degradation kink that I had, and realising that most degrading language we could think of would likely make me feel sad. So instead, we ended up having him ask me for nice things about me that he could write (and for each one I gave, he would also add one of his own).

It was a really interesting experience, because it did end up scratching the degradation itch I had felt — the act of writing stuff on me while I was tied up helped a lot. I’m not actually too bad at taking a compliment (I’m much more someone who is desperate for affirmation more than someone who struggles to take a compliment — although both of those instincts within me come from the same crippling insecurity)