Without hormonal influence, repulsion is the natural reaction regarding sex. Weird smells, orifices, fluids, grunting and sweating all up in personal space, goofy faces, the entire act is inherently gross. It takes a powerful cascade, a cocktail if you will, of hormones to induce procreation.

If you want to live by the sword, you have to be prepared to die by the sword.

Going outside

Yeah, but they’d be YouTube influencers

No, they get stronger as they modernize.

Just wait until they figure out how to get on the wifi.

Thank you for the kind words.

500 Michigans?? That’s quite a bit longer!

Personal issues got in the way.

Well sure. I started a mobile auto repair business. That’s a field that is rife with incompetents, junkies, and straight up scammers. It’s the Wild West as far as businesses go.

Unlike most of the mobile guys in town, I went all in on the professional front. Had a webpage, business cards, uniforms, took CC on the spot or online, emailed pdfs of estimates, diagnostics, and invoices, etc.

By the time I wrapped it up, I had a huge roster of clients. Years later I still get calls. I did it simply by being honest and trying to make sure my customers interests were also my interests.

I turned down work if it was outside of my abilities, I never upsold, if I broke something I paid for it out of pocket, and tried my very hardest to not recommend any repair without solid diagnostics first.

Had I wanted to keep going, I could have easily hired a crew and expanded. Once your name gets out, there’s more work than one person can shake a stick at. And expanding means transitioning from laborer to manager. Then it’s on to franchising.

When you get an LLC, the banks will throw money at you. Even without collateral. What ever you are being offered in personal loans now, times it by 10. Show a years worth of growth and reasonable fiscal management and they’ll give you a key to the vault. No joke.

So, yes, if you have a skill, you can do honest business and turn very little into a lot.

You can put a potato into anything if you’re determined enough.

I’ll take 3 Oils of the Snake!!! Finally, someone who recognizes my insight and commitment to enriching myself without all that foolish hard work or technical expertise.

Right on

Lol, buncha normies up in this thread.

Being drunk can be, and often is, a lot of fun. There’s a reason why it’s probably one of the oldest and most frequently used mind alterants in history.

That said, getting drunk by itself is a pretty neutral, if not unpleasant, experience. What it does do is make everything else you’re doing more enjoyable. The music is hitting harder, the person you’re talking to is more attractive, YOU’RE more attractive, the joke you told is funnier, etc. It amplifies all the emotions, and since it also reduces anxiety, often the whole of those emotions experiences are positive.

Creativity flows, free assocation is strong, your mood is expansive and gregarious.

As for how much control you have, it’s like a sliding scale. At the light end, you’re still pretty much in complete control of your facilities, though you may do things because your mood is better. As one becomes drunker a multitude of things happen that undermine one’s self-control until there is very little or none left and people run on a kind of autopilot that is a combination of basic human instincts and the behavioral patterns developed over their lifetime.

There is a type of mental fog that gets stronger as the scale moves farther into drunkeness. This fog begins to inhibit higher order thinking until you can’t make any decisions besides satisfying the most immediate physical needs, or deep seated psychological drives.

Anyway, it’s a lot of fun until it isn’t.

Escape the hell that is forcing you to labor.

Uh, it’s very interesting if you’re into allegorical reinterpretations of universal deism and some esoteric rituals. But, yeah, the dinners are pretty much the highlight.

The real question is “When a female transforms into her werewolf form, does she also sprout 8 more tiddies?”

Fuck 'em, that’s what I learned.

That’s a manga I would read

Meditations by Marcus Aurelius.

I saw it in the theater as a teenager. I thought it was hilarious. Saw it again 15 years later and was like “this is trash, how did I like this?” Last rewatch I was like “the camp is actually brilliant.”