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mrsoulstice9 months ago
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Chef Lovely鈥檚 eye contact got me hungry 馃構 and horny 馃槢
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veronicathegoddess3 months ago
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thigh kisses 鈾 thigh bruises 鈾 thigh bites 鈾 thigh grabbing 鈾 thigh humping 鈾 thighs 鈾
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dragonbearyscarpel7 months ago
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I don鈥檛 think there鈥檚 ever been a scene that better summarised Best Friend Squad and their dynamic than this.
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anxietydepression-hd3 months ago
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Just a reminder that if you're disabled, neurodivergent, mentally ill or otherwise "othered" by society it's okay to just be average. You don't have to have a hidden talent or be a savant to be worthy of love and acceptance. Just being you is more than enough, you're absolutely perfect and wonderful the way you are
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m3x1can02 months ago
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From Anthony Bourdain:
Americans love Mexican food. We consume nachos, tacos, burritos, tortas, enchiladas, tamales and anything resembling Mexican in enormous quantities. We love Mexican beverages, happily knocking back huge amounts of tequila, mezcal, and Mexican beer every year. We love Mexican people鈥攚e sure employ a lot of them.
Despite our ridiculously hypocritical attitudes towards immigration, we demand that Mexicans cook a large percentage of the food we eat, grow the ingredients we need to make that food, clean our houses, mow our lawns, wash our dishes, and look after our children.
As any chef will tell you, our entire service economy鈥攖he restaurant business as we know it鈥攊n most American cities, would collapse overnight without Mexican workers. Some, of course, like to claim that Mexicans are 鈥渟tealing American jobs.鈥
But in two decades as a chef and employer, I never had ONE American kid walk in my door and apply for a dishwashing job, a porter鈥檚 position鈥攐r even a job as a prep cook. Mexicans do much of the work in this country that Americans, probably, simply won鈥檛 do.
We love Mexican drugs. Maybe not you personally, but 鈥渨e鈥, as a nation, certainly consume titanic amounts of them鈥攁nd go to extraordinary lengths and expense to acquire them. We love Mexican music, Mexican beaches, Mexican architecture, interior design, Mexican films.
So, why don鈥檛 we love Mexico?
We throw up our hands and shrug at what happens and what is happening just across the border. Maybe we are embarrassed. Mexico, after all, has always been there for us, to service our darkest needs and desires.
Whether it鈥檚 dress up like fools and get passed-out drunk and sunburned on spring break in Cancun, throw pesos at strippers in Tijuana, or get toasted on Mexican drugs, we are seldom on our best behavior in Mexico. They have seen many of us at our worst. They know our darkest desires.
In the service of our appetites, we spend billions and billions of dollars each year on Mexican drugs鈥攚hile at the same time spending billions and billions more trying to prevent those drugs from reaching us.
The effect on our society is everywhere to be seen. Whether it鈥檚 kids nodding off and overdosing in small town Vermont, gang violence in L.A., burned out neighborhoods in Detroit鈥攊t鈥檚 there to see.
What we don鈥檛 see, however, haven鈥檛 really noticed, and don鈥檛 seem to much care about, is the 80,000 dead in Mexico, just in the past few years鈥攎ostly innocent victims. Eighty thousand families who鈥檝e been touched directly by the so-called 鈥淲ar On Drugs鈥.
Mexico. Our brother from another mother. A country, with whom, like it or not, we are inexorably, deeply involved, in a close but often uncomfortable embrace.
Look at it. It鈥檚 beautiful. It has some of the most ravishingly beautiful beaches on earth. Mountains, desert, jungle. Beautiful colonial architecture, a tragic, elegant, violent, ludicrous, heroic, lamentable, heartbreaking history. Mexican wine country rivals Tuscany for gorgeousness.
It's archeological sites鈥攖he remnants of great empires, unrivaled anywhere. And as much as we think we know and love it, we have barely scratched the surface of what Mexican food really is. It is NOT melted cheese over tortilla chips. It is not simple, or easy. It is not simply 鈥渂ro food鈥 at halftime.
It is in fact, old鈥攐lder even than the great cuisines of Europe, and often deeply complex, refined, subtle, and sophisticated. A true mole sauce, for instance, can take DAYS to make, a balance of freshly (always fresh) ingredients painstakingly prepared by hand. It could be, should be, one of the most exciting cuisines on the planet, if we paid attention.
The old school cooks of Oaxaca make some of the more difficult and nuanced sauces in gastronomy. And some of the new generation鈥攎any of whom have trained in the kitchens of America and Europe鈥攈ave returned home to take Mexican food to new and thrilling heights.
It鈥檚 a country I feel particularly attached to and grateful for. In nearly 30 years of cooking professionally, just about every time I walked into a new kitchen, it was a Mexican guy who looked after me, had my back, showed me what was what, and was there鈥攁nd on the case鈥攚hen the cooks like me, with backgrounds like mine, ran away to go skiing or surfing or simply flaked. I have been fortunate to track where some of those cooks come from, to go back home with them.
To small towns populated mostly by women鈥攚here in the evening, families gather at the town鈥檚 phone kiosk, waiting for calls from their husbands, sons and brothers who have left to work in our kitchens in the cities of the North.
I have been fortunate enough to see where that affinity for cooking comes from, to experience moms and grandmothers preparing many delicious things, with pride and real love, passing that food made by hand from their hands to mine.
In years of making television in Mexico, it鈥檚 one of the places we, as a crew, are happiest when the day鈥檚 work is over. We鈥檒l gather around a street stall and order soft tacos with fresh, bright, delicious salsas, drink cold Mexican beer, sip smoky mezcals, and listen with moist eyes to sentimental songs from street musicians. We will look around and remark, for the hundredth time, what an extraordinary place this is.
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pirateherokilliana month ago
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I know, I know, I know what you鈥檙e trying to say - HARLEY, WHY NOT JUST LEAVE?! AND I鈥橠 SAY WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING AT ME?! I鈥橫 NOT DEAF, I鈥橫 STANDING RIGHT HERE! Then I鈥檇 say when your taste in men is as bad as mine, they don鈥檛 just go away quietly. They... slash your tires, and they kill your dogs, and tell you that the music you like ain鈥檛 real music at all and... all the cruelty... tears you apart after a while.
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