

“I wasn’t drinking, of course, but people were drinking with me who thought this was a good idea,”
Riiiiight. The excuse of college kids caught in an embarrassing scenario, that’s totally legit reasoning.
Just like you, except different.


“I wasn’t drinking, of course, but people were drinking with me who thought this was a good idea,”
Riiiiight. The excuse of college kids caught in an embarrassing scenario, that’s totally legit reasoning.


In the US, even if we buy a second-hand textbook, we still need to pay for the software that goes along with it. We’re scammed either way.
Another day, another person coming in to a neurodiverse community saying, “But that’s just human.”
Caution: there’s only one rule in this community and some might say your comment is breaking it.


That’s cool about “rare” in Dutch. It’s the same in Spanish. “Qué raro” means “How weird.” So that’s a false friend for English, but an accurate one between Spanish and Dutch!


Considering that their roofs tend to look like this, that’s a very reasonable understanding. Pizza Huts look like they’re wearing a hat!

All it needs is some rainbows coming off the sides of the ledges, like a wall of floating nyan cats.


That Boy ain’t right


I don’t use that feature, but I’m curious. Does the trace type permit other -cides, like suicide, homicide, patricide, infanticide, etc? I can’t help but wonder what the limit here is.
There’s also a line in the road that resembles the lines in the sidewalk, but it doesn’t extend across the entire street.
Granted, roads can be paved weirdly sometimes. However, I’ve never seen such a clean line left over from road work.



We’re a bunch of autists who either don’t know, or know very well because we learned it through trauma.


I’ll remember their hair more than any other feature. All it takes it a hair cut sometimes and a person becomes a stranger.


Does this guy have a wife? Is he going to hurt me? Is he just using me?
I probably wouldn’t be in a relationship with a guy if these were my worries during sex. But, there are other considerations that happen regardless of relationship status.
There’s an inherent difference in being the “receiver,” a type of intimacy that only comes from having somebody else physically inside your own body. Things can get sore, especially if the guy treats sex like an Olympic event that he needs to keep on going for a long time. (Or if he has his own issues with orgasming from penetration, which is surprisingly common these days. “Death grip” where a man becomes accustomed to the tightness of his own hand, or a reliance on viewing porn in order to cum, seem to be all over the place.)
I enjoy penetrative sex, but my body needs a break sometimes. Things can start to get uncomfortable after going on for 20 minutes. I don’t think most straight guys are aware of the physical stress of being penetrated. It can be fun, in small doses, but if we regularly get to the point where I feel sore inside, it can become something aversive. Honestly I’d rather be with a guy who cums too quickly than a guy who can “keep going on and on,” because it sucks to always be the one to put an end to sexy times.
One of my favorite things about Lemmy is how many of us are in the autism/ADHD neurotribe, or at least have an understanding about it. We can read your response and be like, “Oh, okay. Yeah, I get where you’re coming from” and roll along, without the need for senseless hostility.
Just another day, another misinterpretation - we’ve all been there. Carry on.


Pritt was initially elected to the state House as a Democrat in 2022 but changed his political affiliation to Republican the year after. Republican Party chair Elgine McArdle said in a statement that Pritt had realized that the “Democratic Party of today is not the Democratic Party that our parents grew up with.”
So much to unpack here. Originally a Dem, but switched to Rep without realizing how far they are from the Republican party “our parents grew up with”? Or perhaps his pedophilia and instinct to project onto others made him realize the Republicans are a better fit for him?


Select “Other” and type in “0”. Sometimes that’s the only option I find.


Is that the new, “If you do it, you’ll go blind”?
I hear either one can be used to break bones, so there’s really no wrong answer.
I feel like I’d have more fun with the stick, though. Carrying around a rock just feels like carrying around extra weight. Carrying around a stick can feel like carrying a sword, can help with walking on hikes, can be used to point out things in the distance, can be a makeshift flag staff, or a barrier if you need to block someone or something. Then if it breaks, it can still be used as kindling in a fire.
So yeah, I’ll say Team Stick.


Bojack Horseman called it. Just gotta buy some stock in What Time Is It Right Now.
Every little bit of engagement helps Lemmy grow, so welcome!
Here’s your complementary Lemmy starter gift tote bags, complete with a Linux guide book, German memes, a shark plushie (courtesy of Blåhaj), an introductory book in leftist political theory, and a T-shirt celebrating neurodivergence (long sleeve and no-sleeve options available) - 🛍️
This is why I had a break down in high school, when all the world was pressuring me to pick one, and only one, major to study in college, for two or four years straight.
I’m always picking up new interests and there’s no way to tell at the start if the interest will last long. How on Earth am I expected to know if the thing I love now will still be something I want to study a year from now? How can I know something else more interesting won’t pop up and dominate my curiosity more?
I just want to learn. New special interests are unpredictable, but even the ones that last a while take turns between other topics. Picking one path and dedicating years to it alone just doesn’t work for me, and it’s one thing I knew well about myself by the time I was a teenager.
I eventually went to college years later, in my 20s. Life circumstances forced me to relocate and I couldn’t afford to continue that path. All’s well, I’ve decided to stop pursuing what I’d been studying anyway. Surprise surprise. Now I do a job (that’s all about helping neuro-diverse children) that didn’t exist when I was a kid, so there was no way I could’ve known it was a thing I’d want to do at the time. It turns out that helping kids who were just like me may have been my calling all along.
The world rolls on, and so do I.