Meow. Happy Monday nostr!

Have a wonderful week 💜

GM! #mejiroardan #umamusume #animestr

Morning nostr fram🫂

I found this little guy, gfy. 🤣

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🥰🥰 I'm not crying, you're crying. They're so stinking sweet...sometimes.

What are the books that permanently warped your mind? Book’s that made you a different person?

For me…

1. Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass

2. 1984

3. The Sovereign Individual

4. Honoring the Self

5. How to Win Friends and Influence People

6. Lost Connections

7. When the Body Says No

8. What My Bones Know

9. How to Know a Person

10. Come as You Are

The routine for men with almost perfect skin is to simply do nothing

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Gm friends I am patching holes in the house today

"When You’re the One Who Did the Fucking Damage" By Zen Prem

I know it's a long text, but worth reading...at least I enjoyed it...

It reminds me of a situation I was in....When people don't show up for you, that is also a betrayal...I agree.

I didn’t break her heart.

I just drained her soul over time and called it a phase.

She asked for connection.

I rolled my eyes and gave her a fucking TED Talk on why she shouldn’t need it.

It’s easy to talk about being betrayed.

But what about when you were the one holding the match?

I didn’t cheat. I didn’t scream. I just withheld. I just made her feel like she was too much, too often. And then called her unstable

I was the one who made her question her sanity, not by screaming or storming out, but by going quiet.

By deflecting. By saying, “You’re overreacting,” when she was just trying to make sense of the way my eyes started disappearing long before my body did.

I was the man who said all the right things

while living like a walking contradiction.

The man who called her paranoid for checking my phone while I was out there building back-up plans on dating apps

I swore I’d deleted.

The man who said, “Of course I love you,”

but couldn’t sit in the room for five minutes when she cried.

And when she finally stopped trying?

When she went quiet?

I had the audacity to call her cold.

I used to think betrayal had to look like a one night stand. Something obvious.

Something Hollywood.

I thought I was being “conscious” because I didn’t rage or cheat.

But you can ghost someone while living in the same house

Because the truth is that sometimes betrayal is just not showing the fuck up.

It’s apathy. It’s absence. It’s the moment she needed reassurance and I gave her logic. It’s when she reached for me and I reached for my excuses.

And then I had the balls to be confused

about why she couldn’t bounce back.

Why she didn’t trust me the same.

Why she hesitated when I touched her.

But trust isn’t a switch.It’s a nervous system. And once you’ve made someone feel unsafe, you don’t get to ask them to be soft on your schedule.

You don’t get to stab someone emotionally

and then rush their recovery because it’s inconvenient for you to sit in the discomfort you created.

So if you’re reading this thinking,

“Shit. I was him,”

good.

That’s the start.

But don’t rush in to fix it with fucking flowers and promises. Don’t perform guilt hoping to speed past the part where she doesn’t believe a fucking word you say.

Don't fucking bullshit yourself.

Sit in it.

Hold it.

Earn her safety back, … if she even wants you to.

Because real repair isn’t about the right apology. … It’s about becoming someone who doesn’t need to apologise again.

And sometimes you don’t get to be forgiven.

Sometimes she heals, and never fucking looks back.

You don’t get her back.

You just get the lesson."

By Zen Prem (Noah David)

Co-author of Beyond Bullshit To Bliss

with Samantha Spiro

#FoidForThought

My husband is very much a computer nerd, but occasionally he looks at me, blinks and seems confused, and is like, "You're pretty. *long pause* Anyway, can you help me with this flowbite component?"

"Today's healthy breakfast (zero oil) was full of veggies and very tasty 😋

#foodstr #food #photo #nostr #bitcoin #india

Nice writeup. 👍

I would only add that using coconut oil instead of lube helps up, as it naturally absorbs and there is no sticky residue left as with many of the lubes.

I have an electric grinder, that keep Mrs Wedges heals smooth

I second the wiring issue 😅 I don't really see the appeal of a dom pro, save for fleeting kinky release. But that's just skin deep, the need to devote to Her is another league. Can't really imagine having a one night stand and being a good sub in that position. Sure, I could roleplay, but it would be exactly that, kinky play, not something that would actually scratch the sub itch of mine ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Want to buy feet yakuzi or how it is called. Hydrating the feet makes make-it-or-break-it difference. Still a lot things to learn :)

Self-learned or professional background in pedicure?

Just paint, or manicure too?

They definitely know what they were going with that slogan 😅

If she has to ask for these things, I am doing something wrong 😊

It's hard to overestimate what a confident woman can demand and actually receive without much fuss.

Talk about #preachingwater. Inspired by this, I asked her what would make her feel more loved. Got reminded about a thing or two. Nothing new, just stuff that is hard to keep up with while being a fulltime parent of two active kids and allowing oneself to get overwhelmed by responsibilities. 🙄

Well, it's a path 😅

This particular scenario was not a recurring thing. The petting before we got to even see each other naked, yeah, we were shy and late bloomers so were taking things unimaginably slow. For better or worse 😅

We do not like public play; semi-public adds a little taboo taste... That being said, we were young, horny, and not always lucky enough to get our own room, so...yeah we were having fun at some obscure places 😊

In a #mood to get wine & shisha & picnic cover, lay down behind some bushes in a semi-busy park, out of sight but within earshot, and relive some heavy petting sessions we were doing so often before the kids.

It sucks knowing things but not feeling them.

Sometimes it's internal. Like you know you are/should be sad, but are not able to feel it. That may be pinned to emotional desensitivity conditioned by upbringing in a society that treats males the way it does.

Sometimes it's coming from outside. Like knowing you are being loved, but not actually feeling it. That may be pinned to idontknowandiamafraidtoponderwhy.

...well, that's what a friend of mine says anyway.

Certainly! You need food, you want sous-vide Kobe steak with white pepper sauce and a dash of saffron. Like your family needs someone to protect them, take care of them, and fulfill all the other invisible male duties. BUT it wants (=actively chooses) you to fulfill that position.

You can't control the need, you choose what you want (* exceptions may apply).

As for the second question, I think there is nothing wrong with the need to be loved/desired in a specific way. On the contrary, I think the world would be a better place if everyone knew/listened to themselves about their own needs. The selfish part is to expect partner(s) to magically know what you need, not to tell (or communicate) to them and be disappointed afterwards. Or to be angry/blaming if you do manage to state your needs and the other party is disinterested/unable to accommodate that.

Easier said than done though 😅

Agreed. But it doesn't mean it is a thornless path.