Cis is just the opposite of trans. If some people are trans then it follows others are cis.

20 years ago you’d be pissing and whining about the use of heterosexual.

Yo, what the fuck? The content mines are overflowing!!

So far, only a short pilot has been released and a constant threat that more will be made soon. There was a coupla months where people were making YTPs of it but since no new norms have materialised since, the content well sorta dried up.

I actually spent a bit thinking about this so I guess I gotta share it now, but I don’t think any of these would be quite adequate.

Firstly, 1. has the trouser seat attaching at the abdomen as opposed to the cephalothorax, essentially limiting the degree of movement those back legs can do, dressed like that, this poor spider would have to drag its hind legs behind it.

Image number 2. Solves 1’s problem by presumably coming together on the spider’s underside, this is problematic because spiders breathe via a book lung on the base of the abdomen (see below image) and dressing like this would block it.

Now let’s have a look at a spider moving around so we can get an impression of the kindsa range of motion they need.

Ok, you see those front legs, they’re probing out ahead of the spider in a way that the trouser configuration of 3. would be obstructive so we can discard that one.

Another unnecessary sequel?

I’m gonna skip this one, let me know when they put Jesus in space, or make him fight Jason Voorhees, or whatever these sortsa franchises do when they run outta ideas.

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How’s that for dead internet theory?

Huge problem imho, is that a lot of these people who rattle on about voting for harm reduction candidates go home after voting on election day and then don’t get involved politically until the next election cycle.

In these bourgeois “democracies” political parties are always going to move to court wealthy donors and thus shift right wing. If you lot over in America can’t mobilise enough people out in the street to fight for these causes, to grind your country to a screaming halt if needs be, then the Dems will be where labour is soon. Maybe not this election, but check back in with this comment by the midterms.

I guess there’s some small comfort that they’ll at least pay lip service to trans rights then.

The labour party won an election over here and one of the first things they did was stop access to puberty blockers. During the election I was told by a lot of liberals preaching harm reduction that, as a trans woman, that I had to vote for them 'cos the Tories would be worse.

I’m worried about trans people over on your side of the ocean being in a similar position where the elections are between trans exterminationist and transphobe.

Okay, can you be more specific about what they did to minimise damage? Like, did they make trans people a protected class, or relieve the bureaucracy around transitioning, or what?

Not an American, so no real stake in this but, could you tell me what the Democrats have done in the past four years to protect trans rights? Since you’re all so clearly concerned about them an’ all.

It’s the wall the Romanovs were lined up against when they were executed by the Bolsheviks.

Edit: here’s the image it was cropped from.

We need to achieve communism immediately, if only so he can spend the rest of his days pottering in his allotment and making jam instead of being dragged through the circus of parliamentary politics.

I haven’t watched it either, so don’t know if it’s any good.

Eastern Slav Republic is a fictional country from the Resident Evil/Biohazard series of games.

Earlier in the comment they say “I think RE Damnation perfectly shows how effective they are.” Resident Evil Damnation was a 2012 Resident Evil film set largely in the Eastern Slav Republic.

This is just some gamer wanking about how much better the US is than generic fictional eastern European country number 42069 from their heckin’ video gamerinos. May as well compare the US’ arsenal to Atlantis’.

ETA: commenter is also full of shit about how well America’d do 'cos the majority of the Resident Evil series is BOW attacks on US soil with huge death tolls. Multiple American cities get nuked across the series partly to stop the spread of this-or-that virus.

There was this bloke who used to sit at the train station close to the uni I was attending at the time, he’d drink cans of alcohol and do a little trainspotting. We talked a couple of times and he gave me some advice that helped me get out of my shell and talk to people a lot more. I must’ve only chatted with him, like, once or twice but I think it made all the difference in pushing me into making friends in what would otherwise’ve been a very lonely and isolated part of my life.

Not sure if I’d class it as the craziest moment of my life, but it was like a scene out of a sitcom:

When I was a teenager I briefly worked part-time at a place that refurbished various household appliances. Donations came in through the front and ended up in back with very little looking over. We took all sorts in and the workshop floor was split into various departments based on what appliances they dealt with. I was a new hire and they were still cycling me 'round various departments, my least favourite one was when I was assigned to cleaning out used ovens.

One day this box came in and, like, we opened it up and there were various electronic massaging gizmos. So, my supervisor is pulling 'em out, he passes some of 'em to me to give a lookover to make sure they’re clean and do, like, PAT tests and stuff.

I’m plodding along and he gets to work on the rest himself. I’m doing the tests on this thing that’s like a plastic plate with this piece on the top vaguely shaped like a pair of cupped hands, when my supervisor calls me over to lend a hand. He’s got this black tube that goes a bit wider on one end, about as thick as my wrist. It looked kinda like a torch but with a cap screwed over the bit the light’s in.

His hands are a bit slippy so he’s having a hard time unscrewing the cap, so he asked me to have a go. Wider end pointed away from me, I wrapped my hand around the cap and gave it a good twist. The first clue I had that something was amiss was that my supervisor went bright red. I asked him what’s wrong and just told me to see for myself, so I turn the thing in my hand and see this silicone orifice looking back at me.

That was how I learnt what a fleshlight is.

NO

Tankie has been shifting way beyond its original meaning to just be a vague leftward stab, but being an anarchist and everything I don’t think it applies to me just yet

From my own brief personal interactions with Vaughan Gething, I got the opinion he’s a bit of a dick.

I feel somewhat validated in my estimations now his sketchy political dealings have come to light.

That’s a brave person right there, to stand in front of all those tanks.

What happened next? I bet it was something terrible.

Winston Churchill ascending to Prime minister without an election and then promptly killing about 3 million in Bengal alone doesn’t count then?