I only eat fruit still attached to the plant, so I can maximise stress on the living being.

don’t talk to me until I’ve had my one per day

I could stop having one per day, anytime I want

I’m literally shaking, thinking about having my next one per day

I know everyone says it, but labels are pretty useless.

Even terms like “masculine” and “feminine” hold so much dumb baggage they’re both functionally useless.

I know guys who want to be subservient to pretty girls, and girls who want stocky girls to dominate them.

Sexuality doesn’t fit neatly into boxes, even in the best of circumstances - so much of it is contextual, and is pointless to attempt to pin down.

About your sexuality?

*screams geometrically*

Ask Ramiel you dumb bitch.

What the fuck am I watching?

Context

Spent months setting up my home server with Docker containers while learning Linux. Everything worked perfectly fine.

Then I realised Ubuntu Server is just a Debian-flavored landfill. Switched to EndeavourOS. Everything worked perfectly fine.

Then I made NixOS my daily driver and thought, “Hey, let’s ruin my weekend.” Migrated the server. Everything worked perfectly fine.

Found out I could run containers as systemd services. Replaced Docker out of sheer spite using compose2nix. Everything worked perfectly fine.

Then I heard btrfs was the bee’s knees. Reformatted my drives, migrated again, and spent a week learning why subvolumes are better than sex. Everything worked perfectly fine.

Got a free MacBook. Slight hardware bump. Migrated again. Spent hours fighting T2 drivers while deepthroating Tim Apple’s cock. Everything worked perfectly fine.

Rewrote every systemd service as NixOS modules. Why? Something something George Mallory. Everything still works perfectly fine.

Did I ever notice a difference from the frontend? Nope.

Was this a good use of my time? Fuck no.

Did it need to happen? Does the pope compile from source in the woods?