Nobody else was doing it, so I looked it up. Artist is YanaFian and this is apparently their OC named Yana.
Nobody else was doing it, so I looked it up. Artist is YanaFian and this is apparently their OC named Yana.
That’s interesting! I’ve only ever seen it as slang for boy and/or butt pussy. I will fully admit that you’re correct in that these terms tend to fall along the heteronormative gender divide and I try to keep these explanations as gender neutral as possible (though there’s only so much you can do with “boy pussy”), so I’ll keep that in mind for the future. Thank you.
Disclaimer: this isn’t really my thing, so I have kind of an outsider’s understanding and may be incorrect. I’m sure someone will be happy to correct me if I’m wrong about something.
Ok, let’s break this down a little. First of all: boy pussy, or “bussy”, is not an actual biological orifice that exists, as you may have guessed. Rather, it’s a slang term meant to convey the metaphorical sexual concept that a male asshole - usually belonging to a sub/bottom or twink (but the term can apply to anyone willing) - has become an erogenous zone, possibly (depending on usage in dirty talk) that it will never again fulfill any other purpose.
Naturally, since it is a BOY pussy, it’s not something that you would find on a woman, so the man in this story, while having sex with his wife, let slip that he was fantasizing about having sex with someone else. This does not seem to be her issue, as she mentions that they are at least somewhat in an open relationship and so him having sex with another woman would not be out of the question. However, she seems to take offense at the idea that he is fantasizing about having sex with another man, which is not something they would presumably have discussed prior to opening their relationship.
Hope this clears things up a little. Cheers!
Legit the first song I thought of. Hello, fellow old.
Do you remember the last time you were talking to someone for more than a couple minutes? Maybe they were explaining something to you, or telling you a story. You might try to remember what they said later - you can’t hear it, but your brain kind of recreates the sensation of having been spoken to even though your ears aren’t receiving those sounds.
That’s what having an inner voice is like (to me, anyway) - it’s remembering a conversation that you never actually had.
No, parrots are BIRDS. Honest mistake.
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I had originally written that, but I went and looked it up and it actually is “this”. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
DREAMS ARE MADE OF THIS, WHO AM I TO DISAGREE
It’s also an autism thing, though there is some considerable overlap there so you could be forgiven for not knowing.
Source: it’s me, I’m the autist
Where is @[email protected]? I guess I’ll have to be the change I want to see.
You’re a good sport.
Ah, yes. This thing is horrible, maybe, but what about this other thing?
What a great argument. If only there were some kind of term for it.
This has been my past four or five weekends. Can’t make myself do anything. It’s maddening.
I am ALWAYS interested in Oscar lore. Thank you for sharing.
Kids can be surprisingly coordinated. I remember one early Christmas morning, when my sister and I had gotten up while it was still dark out, and I asked her to toss me the flashlight.
The next thing I saw was a giant blue Maglite flying end over end towards my face. Luckily the impact only cut my lip, but man that was a scary few seconds.
You forgot about the part of option 2 where you realize midway through explaining that the other person either understood and you misread the situation, or they just don’t care, but now you’ve gotten too far into the explanation and you just have to power through even though literally every fiber of your being is telling you to shut up
… wait
Or they lack a shred of empathy and/or imagination.
I’ve never lived in a country going through civil war, but I don’t have to do that to tell you that it’s not something I want ever.
Well, that’s stuck in my head now. Time to go find the Metallica cover, if they haven’t scrubbed it from the Internet.
I love this movie. It’s probably one of my favorite schlock fantasy movies. The casting was way better than it had any right to be - Hugh Jackman, sure, but Kate Beckinsale? Well, I guess she was fresh off Underworld, so she was still in that headspace. And Richard Roxburgh doing the perfect amount of scene-chewing for the villain… introducing himself properly as Vladislaus Draculea… and the opening scene, shot just like a 1920s Universal monster movie! I legitimately think it’s the closest we’ll ever get to a live action Castlevania. I could go on, but I’ll spare you. Might be time for a rewatch.