southsamurai

On the cheek

And it depends on the drug, butt most of them won't absorb via the anal sphincter fast, so unless it's just sitting there, the hooker wouldn't get high.

You could snort a line from the crack, if the position was right though. Just need a long though enough straw. But the usual places coke or meth get snorted from are the butt cheeks, cock, and boobs (depending in the stripper or hooker's equipment.

The thing is, it's not a blanket statement of what must be done. It's a principle that is guided by the combination of logic, emotional control, and, as strange as it may seem, empathy.

It stands as a metric to process one's actions and choices. The individual vulcan accepts that the needs of all vulcans as a whole are more important than their own needs. This doesn't mean that there is no debate. It's the framework for the debate.

As the individual vulcan weighs options, they seek to determine what is the most benefit, and therefore the greatest need. They use logic to measure opposing or contradictory options, but they also consider the non physical ramifications.

Expanded into the federation, it becomes a measure for all sapient beings, not just vulcans. And that's where the empathy of vulcans comes in the clearest. They'll weigh the emotional harm to emotional beings as a need that must be factored into a decision.

But it also includes as part of their culture that no single vulcan is perfect, and that logic is a tool that must be developed. They can disagree with the decisions made about what the needs of the many are. It's just that every individual sees the logic of their own needs being secondary.

It's an expression of the vulcan equivalent of religion

Look, all I know is that if it has an ussy, I'm going to stick my dick in it

Ngl, I've had sex with female friends just because they were horny and wanted something uncomplicated from someone they knew would respect boundaries. Most often, that was going down on them, which was fine by me since I always found that to be fun. Sometimes they'd reciprocate, or return the favor later on. Sometimes not, and that was fine too.

If I was bi or gay, I'm fairly sure I'd at least be willing to give hand jobs to bros.

Not all the time, every time, but at that same level of occasional where if the need is strong, but opportunity absent, why not? Doesn't hurt anyone, and as long as everyone involved is on the same page it won't.

I mean damn, I ain't gay, but if it's worth a hundred, I'm gonna try it

I mean, it's Cameron. Great director, but an absolute asshole. As others have already said, you don't have to go for the throat to make a good biopic or semi-biographical movie like Oppenheimer. You don't have to always tell the exact same kind of story.

This is just Cameron being his usual dickish self.

That's definitely an unpopular opinion!

It's also one that is poorly reasoned. The whole "there's only two models" part is bunkum

Even portapros!

I mean, so unreal and non hetero.

Anon didn't even suggest incels and femcels trade virginity

Marmite is love, marmite is life

There isn't a single one for me.

However, I gotta put a lot of weight to the "all the way" that's pretty much the default in my area. Mustard, onions, slaw, and what's called either hot dog sauce, or chili sauce. Which, the sauce is similar to "hot dog chili", but not the same; it's a little different spices and in cooking methods. Secret family recipes abound.

It's an amazing combination when paired with any of the standard store brands, or the "red" hot dogs the are popular here in the south.

I'm also a big fan of mustard and kraut. I tend to prefer it on fancier frankfurters and other kinds of sausage, brats and kielbasa in particular.

There's the "pizza dog", aka an "italian" dog. Has zero to do with Italy anything that I've ever seen, but that's what it gets called sometimes. This is a double preparation dog. You cook the franks however you prefer (I recommend either "dirty water" or a mid tier beer boil). You then place them in buns, top them with your choice of tomato sauces like marinara, then with the usual "italian" melty cheeses; mozzarella, provolone, maybe some parmesan. Do this in a baking pan or whatever, then put it in at 350F until the cheese melts and slightly browns.

You can get fancier with that, but it's absurdly satisfying just like that.

I don't mind what I call a basic dog. Bun, frank, mustard and ketchup. That's for when you've got a really solid flavored dog that you want to savor. The acid from the mustard and ketchup cut through the fats as you chew, bringing the meat flavors back across your palate in waves. But a lot of the time, I'd rather do kraut and mustard if the dog is really rich on its own.

I fucking love hotdogs tbh.

A lot of the time, we have a lot of our identity kit tied into our work. Sometimes that also means to specific jobs/employers.

Losing that for any reason can be anything from a mild annoyance to fully traumatic. And unexpected job loss not only affects one's self view and sense of purpose, it's a threat to stability and survival.

So, yeah, it can take years to move past.

It's a form of grief, though that isn't always easy to understand, and how intense that grief is is variable even for one person in specific. But it's not at all unusual for someone quitting a job, in a planned way, to experience loss emotionally. When the loss is involuntary, that stack, then it being unexpected stacks higher. A long job hunt after adds more to the pile.

With anxiety already part of your existence, that grief is prone to hitting harder as well as deeper.

It looks like your grief has turned into depression as well. That drained, empty feeling is your brain and mind saying it/they have hit a limit to how much they can process.

I'm going to echo the suggestion that some talk therapy would be beneficial. Processing such events in life can be difficult to do alone because it's so hard to see things culturally clearly from the inside.

Don't think you're alone in what you're experiencing. It's a very common thing to go through.