So I was hanging out on Bluesky earlier, like I do, when I came across a post where a lady was complaining to “men” about the harassment she suffers on a daily basis.
So for balance (uh oh) I replied with a call to women to stop flipping out when men say no to sex.
Obviously not speaking for myself. If a lady offered me sex, she would have to be entirely without gaydar and probably secret quite ambivalent about sex in general.
I can relate.
No, I was basing my reply on some Reddit threads I have seen about the subject. Apparently some straight dudes (and presumably the occasional fag) have endured some quite catastrophic reactions to turning down a lady for sex.
And I get it. For some ladies, the patriarchy has left them so in conflict with themselves that it’s like crawling over hot coals just to get to the point where they are capable of saying yes to sex at all, and to be turned down at that point must be incredibly upsetting. Galling, even.
Because men are supposed to always want it and be ready willing and able to fuck any woman at any time and anywhere. Right?
Anyhow, I posted my little comment and that ignited a very unexpected massive shitstorm down on my poor head.
People were heaping abuse on me left and right and calling me all kinds of horrible things and wishing grievous harm on me and general being awful to me.
And I…was… LOVING IT!
It made me so happy! I finally managed to spark discussion and cause controversy and with what to me was a pretty innocuous equivalent statement.
I was accusing of belittling the original post (how?) and detracting from or even opposing the original post’s message (nope) and of being an incel (wrong on at least two levels) or an Andrew Tate follower (god no, that man is atrocious) and I was replying to each and every abusive comment in my usual inflammatory style and the whole time I was happier than a pig in oak barrel aged shit.
I must have been doing that for at least an hour, maybe more, before the shitstorm died down and I ran out of steam.
So it turns out that I do have a limit as to how much I can argue. Good to know.
And when I say “my usual inflammatory style”, I mean I was accusing people of the exact kind of hateful behaviour they presumably rag on the right wingers for doing and trying to burn me at the fucking stake and pricking their consciences (or maybe just being a prick) and pointing out to them that they were reacting to things I never said because, presumably, why let the facts get in the way of a good ol hatefest.
God was that fun. I was in full on trickster mode, mocking people’s hypocrisy, holding up a mirror to the monster inside them, and laughing at their rage.
Boy does that make me sound bad. Oh well.
I am still quite confident that I was (and am) in the right. They attacked me, after all. All I did was counter said attacks and maybe throw in one of my own here and there.
But I have a clear conscience because nothing I said in reply was even half as heinous as the shit they said to me, and my stuff was way more on point.
I got to witness first hand how people will deliberately misinterpret and project their own wishes onto an innocent (ish) person like me in order to twist things into whatever is the most fun to get mad about.
And I am more than happy to point that out each and every time it happens. I thrive in opposition to what I know to be wrong. The more they abused me, the more I reveled in it because clearly I had struck a nerve and now I was drilling down into it.
It’s mostly died down now. Which is good because if it was still going I probably would have dropped dead from exhaustion by now.
All in all, it’s been a very fun day.
I wonder how I can get myself in trouble again…. 🙂
More after the break.
Prepare to have your heart severely warmed.
Pixar has the magic Disney once had.
That’s why Disney had to buy it back from them.
Chip who now?
Turns out we have a Chipotle in the area!
And I am giving them a try tonight.
The menu immediately won me over when I checked them out on DoorDash because they have my beloved carnitas.
Basically Mexican pulled pork. It’s SO damned good.
They also have beef barbacoa, which is Spanish for BBQ beef. I keep seeing it on Mexican menus but I always end up ordering something else.
Like taco beef. God do I love taco flavoured ground beef.
So right now I am eating a burrito bowl from Chipotle. It’s got the carnitas, sour cream, red salsa, lettuce, black beans, corn, and for some reason green pepper.
I don’t recall asking for green pepper. It seems to have come with the lettuce. Good thing I like it.
And for an appetizer, I got chips n’ salsa. Both are quite good. I am impressed with how fresh everything is.
Patient readers know how much freshness means to me. The fresher the better, whether it’s produce or air.
So yeah, I think I’m a Chipotle guy now. Sorry Quesada, your stuff is good, but not THIS good. Plus Chipotle is a little cheaper.
There was some bullshit when the delivery arrived and I picked up my phone and it immediately died. I guess I thought I had put it back on its base but I hadn’t and so it did not recharge. Oopsie!
Oh, and Demon Hunger update : I just ate a big burrito bowl AND some chips and salsa and yet I am still fucking hungry.
I wish I could just hit up a buffet place and slay this beast.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.