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ambercrane722 said:Look, we’re sane people who aren't just slaves to our basic impulses. All that talk about fairy tales and "true love" is nothing but pure fantasy... Real love is about control, power, and dominance—it's that intense, kinky, S&M dynamic where you surrender and take charge all at once. It's the ultimate yin and yang, right?
slydrifter39 said:Kind of a bummer that we won't have those easy perks from joining the USA just because someone hits it off with a Canadian woman.
Bradley Sanders4 said:Actually, yeah, it is possible. We haven't lived under a one-party system for twenty years, and frankly, that history isn't nearly as relevant to this topic as, say, ancient Greece or some Islamic states might be. The real issue is that the go-to arguments in these debates usually boil down to "well, things were better under Marshall," which is just a nasty way of implying that gay people are all atheists or nostalgic for the old regime. Once someone pulls that kind of "logic" out of their pocket, of course someone else is going to jump in to call them out.
Stop dragging Marshall and Stalin into this as if they're valid talking points, otherwise, we'll never get any actual political discussion done. Cut the philosophy crap.
velvettrucker52 said:In the women's corner, a massive amount of stuff is allowed to pass through without any consequences.
And it absolutely does.
However, when the mods step in and tell you to tighten things up because a thread is about to face stricter moderation—which isn't something we issue every single day—it would be reasonable for you to take that to heart.
We typically drop those warnings when people start hurling nasty insults, or when participants or even just lurkers begin reporting posts for being offensive, blatant trolling, or simply being aggravating in other ways.
The women's corner is loosely moderated, but it can't be completely lawless. It just can't. Not if Anderlon has anything to say about it. Absolutely not.
You can get away with a lot more in the women's corner than in any other sub-forum on this site, but even there, you need to know when to pull back once you've been warned. I'm not suggesting you should tuck your tails between your legs and start writing like choirboys and choir girls, but the nasty insults and the trolling? That needs to stop.
To put it simply: for threads where we announce stricter moderation, we expect you to behave with the same decorum you’d use in any other part of the forum. The relaxed nature of the women's corner covers the banter, the occasional troll, the heated debates, and the general nonsense, but certain things are unacceptable even here. When a thread catches fire and everyone starts losing their minds, the moderators have to put down the drinks and step in. 😁
Look, when the mods tell you guys to chill because they’re gonna start tightening the reins on a thread, it’s not happening every single day... so it would be cool if you all just respected that...
silvergardener93 said:... I've heard most 503 errors happen when the mods start messing with things too much....
Nicholas King said:I haven't been on this forum forever, and honestly, I haven't memorized every single rule—but it feels weird that "ten people saying a thread made their day" counts as a reason not to delete something. Does that logic apply to the Politics section too? Just asking, because I could probably find ten threads there that would make ten different people's day...
Kenneth Martin said:Not too long ago, the Catholic Church suggested that hell isn't necessarily some
specific physical location, but rather a state of being—a condition of the soul where one experiences total separation from God, which is really just an isolation from love itself.
A disconnection from love, or simply, suffering.
At the time, that sounded like nothing more than an abstract concept to me.
That was before I began my slow descent into hell, becoming intimately acquainted with its sheer destructiveness.
I’ve been watching my peace and my very sense of purpose slip away day by day, sinking steadily through despair and eventually settling into a heavy, hollow indifference.
My capacity for empathy, that deep-seated compassion for others, and the genuine joy I used to feel in
helping people—it all started to wither away. That ability to lose myself in the beauty of the world, to actually feel the warmth of the Earth as the first rays of the morning sun touch the ground...
It’s all gone.
By facing nothing but selfishness while giving everything I had—clinging to the belief that love is the ultimate answer—I essentially burned myself out, destroying the best parts of my character. I found myself punishing my own soul every time I failed to communicate the overwhelming magnitude and beauty of the love I felt. It felt like I was painfully plucking my own feathers out, one by one.
Today, I feel like a void.
I’ve become a mere puppet of illusion, and with every passing day, the process becomes more agonizingly difficult: I am slowly forgetting how to love.
It’s as if five different poisons are coursing through my veins, tearing me apart from the inside.
I am powerless to stop loving her, so instead, I hate myself; I use my own longing as a way to sink deeper into
oblivion, even though I know my own ego and pride are clouding my vision. My envy fuels my arrogance, and I find I no longer have the desire to seek any kind of enlightenment.
I am trapped in a self-perpetuating cycle of suffering that offers no exit, a loop that only seems to expand.
I am fully aware of the futility of my actions, even when I consider the final end to this agony.
There is no way out; that is exactly what hell looks like.
It’s when the person you love tells you straight to your face that they don't want to see you, that they want you out of their sight, that they wish you would simply vanish from their thoughts—and it doesn't even hurt as much as it should because
you’ve grown indifferent over time. Or perhaps, the pain would be so unbearable that feeling it would be synonymous with no longer being alive at all.
That is the definition of hell.
It’s when she turns away and avoids your gaze, looking through you with a coldness that pretends you don't exist.
All you want is to hurt yourself.
When you reach the point of self-inflicted torment, that is hell.
There are countless ways to destroy oneself, but I am starting to realize that this might be one of the worst: systematically dismantling the best parts of who you are.
How do you explain to her that her behavior is cruel? How do you tell her that having compassion for a starving beggar in Africa means absolutely nothing if you are incapable of feeling the suffering of the person right next to you who loves you? It isn't enough to just perform emotions to manipulate people; you have to actually be able to feel the love and the pain of those around you—their struggles, their foolishness, their malice—and actually know how to help them. Otherwise, if someone truly loves you and is capable of feeling your essence, and you fail them, you are subjecting them to immense suffering, forcing them to live in a true and literal hell.
I can no longer look at a lush, green valley bathed in soft morning sunlight and dancing shadows.
I can no longer appreciate a sunrise on a deserted coastline, cool and refreshing after a long, sweltering summer day.
It doesn't take much effort to realize that such beauty is now unbearable to me.
So, I retreat into the nearest dark corner, trying to forget that I am even breathing.
I try to forget every shred of hope.
I drift into sleep, only to wake up in hell.
Tyler Thomas12 said:And look at Edward Green getting all soft on you. 😁 😁
He used to tell you:
"Why don't you just pee on your keyboard, send us a screenshot, and let us tell you if you're pregnant?"
goldeneagle5,
the girls over at Wannabes would love you. I'll move this thread over there, though I know you've already made yourself at home here.🙂
Brenda Perez64 said:I just wanted to hear from people who've dealt with something similar.
Talking things out with other women helps me get motivated to actually start treatment faster.
Brenda Perez64 said:I just can't seem to force myself to actually go see my doctor to get some advice and start on the pills.
stormyowl2 said:Can't say for sure if I'm officially cured yet. My doctor says we can only call it a win once I hit the ten-year mark without any recurrence. For now, I'm just sticking to regular checkups every four months...
stormyowl2 said:I had my surgery back in March 2006.
stormyowl2 said:They kept me in the dark for three years when I only had one symptom—just some itching on my arms and legs.
Grace Carter80 said:Sensitive Kind