So, a few years ago, Yom Kippur was coming up and I really needed to ask forgiveness of a Gentile friend who I had failed a couple times that year, and even though the friend hadn’t mentioned it, it had been eating at me. This friend didn’t really know anything about Judaism.
So I contacted him, by email, (we were in different countries at this time) and I said “I know that I failed you with [thing], and I just want to say how sorry I am. I will try to fix it in the future. If I have done anything else that may have harmed you at any time in the past, knowingly or unknowingly, I am truly sorry. I ask that you will forgive me. I hope that you will accept my apology. Please let me know before 3 days from now.”
My friend promptly responded with the following: “Are you dying????”
The Moral of the Story: explain what Yom Kippur is to your gentile friends.
The degree to which sex is treated casually is not uniform across society. I’d say some take it too seriously and others not seriously enough. It also depends on whether your definition of casual implies irresponsibility. Sex can indeed change lives completely, so it must be handled very responsibly. But that doesn’t mean it must be forbidden, hidden or otherwise treated as tumblr’s staff and some of the hatemail I’m getting are treating it.
As for restraint, I can only say that I have more regrets about restraint than I do about its absence. Your mileage may vary.
Amen to that.
Moderation. Balance. It isn’t everything. It isn’t nothing. In short, it’s all about balance you fuck.
I agree so was the “you fuck” really needed?
As always I implore my followers not to send mean things to people I respond to here.
If so my apologies for misreading. Balanced fucking is a necessity, especially in more exotic positions.
istg, there’s a generation of up-and-coming cartoon creators who are gonna draw all their inspiration from White House Xmas decorations anytime they need a supervillain lair.
Welllllllllllllll periods suck(trust me, I was emotionally close with a woman, in fact close enough to feel her goddamn periods. Fuck I fucking hated it, men, don’t get that attached. Be supportive, feed her ice cream and whatever else she asks for, but don’t get attached enough to feel them. It’s not worth it.
Anyway, I hate to be callous but that’s just your body telling you to hurry up and get pregnant. Of course birth control also makes them not as bad, depending on what kind. Of course you find out that there’s more kinds of birth control than there are types of oil, which is a pain. There are more period blood containment things(yes, tht includes tampons, pads, cups, etc.) than there are types of oil according to my dad who actually knows his shit about the oil,saying there’s like 4 types.(Yes, talking about motor oil here)
So ladies, find what’s right for you. Ask a doctor. Test some different period things out. It’s for your own good
One of the contractors at work drove past my shack on a forklift yesterday, stopped, backed up to my window and said, “hey, do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?”
My knee jerk response when asked this, even if it’s by a companionable dude old enough to be my dad, is to go, “uh, nah-” and then ramble uncomfortably until someone stops me-
-which is what I started to do, only to be cut off by Contractor saying, in an embarrassed rush, “some of the guys were asking me because you and I talk sometimes, but I didn’t want them to hit on you at work, so I told them that you Worship the Devil and would Hex them if they tried. I’m sorry.”
Which leaves me wheezing helplessly, trying to get my shit together, because this is honestly one of the nicest, most hysterical things I’ve ever heard someone say to me.
Oblivious to this, Contractor then follows up with, “and they were like ‘forreal??’ so I was like, ‘yeah, she’s probably a sadist, too, you can tell by her jewelry. She’ll stab you or something.’”
And tbh I can’t even come up with anything witty to say in response, so all I manage to choke out is, “pleASE LET THEM CONTINUE TO THINK THAT, I’M BEGGING YOU.”
And Contractor just smiles and is like, “Okay! I just wanted to let you know!” before driving off with his forklift.
Like?? Thank god for Contractor tbh. He’s an angel among men, and I hope the rest of his life is filled with prosperity and happiness and like, that he finds $20 on the ground every week for the rest of his life.
Update: Every time Contractor sees me, he does a little Devil Horns gesture at me and its adorable.
Update the Second: I saw Contractor while doing my tour and he told me that the guy that asked if I was single was around, and that if I saw him, I should just make complicated hand gestures at him while I walk by to scare him off.
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