I need to pronounce this as one word.
Is it bop-els or bo-please?
I need to pronounce this as one word.
Is it bop-els or bo-please?
I don’t want to fight either!
Speaking as an aromantic though, I am very heterosexual. I just don’t enjoy all the lovey dovey squishy romantic things… Holding hands is mostly ok, anything beyond that kinda grosses me out. (Kissing is so weird…) I very much enjoy most of the more intimate physical things though.
Many aromantics enjoy physical relationships, but don’t understand the more romantic aspects of them.
I’m going to open this in a way that is probably not lending credit to much, but I’m a CIS straight white male.
I’m also Aromantic.
I’m a tiny part of the A at the end of LGBTQIA+, and I have no strong opinions on being left out! I love that we are included at all!
I hit the big supportive events in my community, and occasionally visit a couple of the gay bars while sporting my Aro flag ring and dying my beard in various colors.
I can’t remember where I was going with this comment.
Also saw it for the first time last weekend, hell of a movie. Probably one of the best villains I’ve ever seen, dude meticulously had everything worked out.
You never know what malware is going to do. You could look up sandbox reports of what it did, and then end up with a modified version of the malware. Better to backup stuff, nuke the OS, and start fresh and change passwords on important stuff. Persistence can be a bitch to track down, better to nuke.
Take this as a learned lesson, and do better next time.
Back in the early 00’s I caught thousands of infections… I think somewhere around 3000 infections removed at once was my personal best. Live and learn.
Right? Is this post wash, and still looking like this, or is this pre-wash?
I am neurodivergent, and really struggle with dishes. Touching other peoples leftover food absolutely disgusts me and it takes a lot of mental effort to do a load of dishes. No one in the house cleans their shit, they just dump it in the sink, and there is nasty stagnant water, left over whole-ass meals, chunks of food floating in gross, opaque liquids…
I almost threw up just from this description.
If I do a load of dishes, I have adopted the reality that some shit will have to be ran through twice. I’m not aiming for perfect, I’m just trying to get it done.