Milo? It’s Barb, isn’t it?

I ead the community as hifofeaven and I got very confused for a minute

You know, they’re not even that noticeable on your face

Sandwich²

Aren’t we all

“I just think they’re neat”

Hello from Belgium 👋

Relax, guy

What’s a wish?

Same, I find this one very pleasing

Evil genius has a soundtrack that fits it perfectly. That game has such a good vibe, like playing The Incredibles if they were trying to take over the world

Ahh that’s so much better, thank you

Ma! There it is again!

This illustration should be on a bank note

Maybe there’s a pie in the bush?

It doesn’t have to be black and white. This is something you discuss together, to see where each partner stands and where the relationship will go moving forward.

Have you been dating long? Something strikes me as odd that you would eschew your entire relationship because your partner now identifies as a woman.

She still has the same personality, the same quirks that you fell in love with, no?

It just seems weird that her gender would supersede the relationship you built together.

I’m seeing your message to her, and what I see is you taking the easy way out of this relationship: you’re a girl, I don’t like them. You’re rejecting her for the one thing she can’t help, problem solved.

If you really want to end this relationship, then I would recommend you think about how you’re feeling right now and be honest with yourself, and then be honest with her, about the real reason you’re ending this relationship.

I was 11 or so, on holiday, went horseback riding wearing shorts and thin socks. They set up my stirrups too low and as I held on to the saddle for dear life, one stirrup kept bouncing on my ankle for the entire afternoon.

My thighs chafed pretty bad, and I got an open wound on my ankle about the size of those souvenir pressed oval coins. I don’t know what my dad was thinking, but he treated my wound with some cream and then wrapped my whole calf in plastic wrap every day for about a week.

The wound turned into an ulcer, I couldn’t walk without limping. I had all these little pockets of pus on the edges which my dad had me squeeze to try and make them smaller. It did nothing except be painful.

I eventually went home to my mom - a nurse - who took one look at my leg and rushed me to a doctor.

The doctor then proceeded to vigorously clean my wound before dressing it. It felt like hot barbed wire, that really sucked.

I still have the oval scar on my ankle.

“What’s the deal with wooden piers?”

It’s OK to admit it, this is a safe zone