That’s what I do. If somebody’s gonna be pissed no matter how you pronounce it, might as well piss them all off equally.
Gender: Female, Sexuality: Enigma,
Disabled and autistic as hell.
That’s what I do. If somebody’s gonna be pissed no matter how you pronounce it, might as well piss them all off equally.
As someone on the far older end of gen Z or the far younger end of millenial, depending on where you draw the line:
I hate sex scenes. I have some personal issues however that may affect my judgment. Trauma and such. Don’t wanna see sex unless I was fully mentally prepared for it, which I just can’t be if it’s shoved into some random movie, regardless of if you warn me in advance.
It might seem odd, but I wonder if the almost unavoidable overexposure to porn from a very young age elicits a similar response in a lot of younger people. The fact that for a lot of your life, sex is a forbidden thing you have to sneak around to indulge in, and which the one form you have exposure to, porn, carries the risk of addiction. It seems like it’d leave an impression on your mind that it’s a scary thing you have to hide, which I could see eliciting some kind of trauma response when suddenly it’s everywhere and you’re still stuck feeling like you have to hide it.
I’m a pinecone woman. They taught us to make biodegradable bird feeders with pinecones, peanutbutter, and birdseeds way back in preschool and I’ve been hooked ever since.
Acorns are cool too.
Also a trans woman, same experience. Somehow getting compliments all the time has been one of the hardest parts to adjust to. Dunno how to respond to them, and can’t distinguish which ones are creepy because they all feel good after so long of getting none.