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pedge-stuff · 11 months

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102 degrees (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked.” drop a line if you have a sug. (:

summary: maybe it's the fever talking, but Pedro might finally be ready to go public with your relationship.

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It’s not a whine, per se— more like a thin, whistle-y exhale as the press tents come into view. A noise of quiet resignation; Pedro is exhausted, and the night hasn’t even started.

There is little comfort you can offer. You’ve been careful not to touch his face or hair throughout the ride, per the explicit instructions of Mira. This has left you no option but the back of his neck, between the high collar of his overcoat and the lowest hang of his curls. You thumb rhythmically over the overly-warm, slightly damp skin. Small comforts.

Of course he’d wake up with the flu on the day of the biggest premiere of his career thus far. “Fucking shit-ass karma,” he’d groaned between dry heaves over the toilet that morning. Three negative covid tests and a house-call IV drip later (celebrity medical care is, you’ve come to realize, very fucking weird), he was semi-functional. But fucking miserable.

This once, you’ll give your grown ass boyfriend a pass for whining.

Though the windows are tinted, you are quick to remove your hand as the car pulls up. He is anxious enough about the evening, without having to worry about people seeing. You know the drill— low profile has basically become your middle name. The only thing worse than having the flu on premiere night, you muse, would probably be Pedro getting outed to the world.

“It’s going to be fine,” you insist softly, squeezing his knee. “Carpet, premiere, talkback, reception. Easy.”

He straightens out of his slump against you, taking a deep breath. “Easy,” Pedro repeated, unconvincingly. He sighs.

“Then a full cap of NyQuil and no alarm tomorrow morning.”

You dare to grip his hand, one last time, as the car slows to a stop. He brings yours to his lips, and presses a (noticeably fever-warm) kiss to the exposed skin of your wrist.

"Only thing getting me through this is the prospect of going back to bed with you tonight."

"Mr. Pascal, are you coming on to me?"

He offers a weak chuckle. "Ask me again when I'm not about to barf in the back of an Uber."

The car slows to a stop. Another deep breath, as Pedro slips an easy mask back into place. "Carpet, premiere, talkback, reception."

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There are layers to the whole thing. You don’t begrudge his hesitancy, to publicly reveal your relationship. The few times a pap has caught you out together, the TMZ byline is something along the lines of “Pedro Pascal Seen Strolling Sunset with SNL Sidekick.” Perks of heteronormativity, you suppose.

It’s all him. You’ve been out for a long, long ass time— frankly, never thought you’d go back in, til suddenly you’re signing an NDA and attaching yourself at the hip to a man whose hand you can’t hold in public.

It’s not that he’s ashamed. (He reassures you of this often.) He’s just private, and unwilling to pop a bubble he’s lived comfortably in for the better part of five decades; sometimes, his perspective on (and fear of) public homophobia speaks volumes to the age gap between you.

So you stand back, under the cover of the press tents, watching Pedro walk the carpet. You’re in good company— Mira and Coco track him beside you with narrowed eyes, vigilantly monitoring him for accidental hair touches or makeup smudges.

He sways on his feet between interviews. Your heart clenches.

The carpet is short, much less elaborate than the ones at awards ceremonies. After a few interviews and a series of photographs, everyone starts slowly making their way into the theater.

You hang back in the lobby, a little unsure of how to proceed. There is guest seating in the mezzanine, mostly for the press reporters and various network reps in attendance. It's not a big venue. The main seating is reserved, obviously, for the people actually associated with the show. And their guests. Which is, technically, you, but... Well.

You maybe should have ironed this out prior to arrival. The whole flu thing kinda took priority.

"Yo!" There is a light shove on your shoulder. Bella, flush with excitement and fresh off the carpet, pulls you in for a quick hug. "Your man is so unwell."

They are laughing, though your heart clenches. Poor baby. "This would only happen to him," you agree. "He come in already?" You'd been scanning the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. Like a fan. (A fan that spent the better part of the morning pressing a cold washcloth to his neck, sitting on the bathroom floor.)

Bella cocked an eyebrow. "You guys are so fucking weird about this shit." They are privy to the details, courtesy of Pedro. Apparently it was a hot topic of conversation while killing time on set. You'd received many a FaceTime during long stop-downs between takes; calls you'd assume were your boyfriend, but had Bella cackling on the line after you picked up.

As if on cue, a mass of black fabric appears in your periphery.

"Are you conspiring to put me out of my misery?" Pedro is still wearing his 'everything is fine and I'm doing great' press smile.

"Duh." Bella smooths down the front of their blazer. "I think it's gonna start soon? I gotta find my mom."

They wade back into the dwindling crowd, leaving you and your germy boyfriend in the corner. Pedro's eyes are closed, as he takes measured breaths through his nose.

"Oh babe," you whisper quietly. "I'm sorry this is happening to you."

He softens. "It's okay. I'm okay. Gonna be honest, I'm relieved we're about to sit down for a couple hours."

"Just a few more hours left, that's all. I'll see you at the reception?" Your eyes drift to the door upstairs, behind the velvet rope separating press and attendees.

“Are we not—“ He clears his throat, voice breaking weakly. “Are we not sitting together?”

His eyes are glassy, but lack the same fever-bright quality he’d woken up with. The crease between his eyes deepens as he frowns. This feels like the start of a larger conversation that most definitely will not be happening in the lobby of the Regency Village Theater.

“We can,” you offer cautiously. “If that is what you want.”

A large, slightly trembly hand grasps your shoulder. “Of course that’s what I want, love. ‘M sorry. It’s dark, it’s safe, I just… I’m so tired.” The last part is admitted in a pained whisper. Your heart aches. It takes a concerted effort to not reach out and touch him. (It usually does, in public. He is a tactile aficionado– preens over little touches, forehead kisses, the brush of your hand over his hair. You offer these so frequently in private, that in public, your hand twitches regularly against the impulses.)

Pedro's manager waves from the other side of the room. He musters a small smile, releasing the grip on your shoulder. "Premiere, talkback, reception. Bed."

In the stiff theater seats, he leans so far over the armrest, you know his back will be sore later. But he tucks himself into your side the moment the lights dim, head on your shoulder. The frame of his glasses digs into your neck, and you couldn't care less. Your focus is on the lines he is tracing into your palm, large hand cupping yours in your lap.

The show is fantastic. Of course. The talkback is short, courtesy of Craig, and the reception is informal enough that you are in-and-out. Pedro makes the rounds while you make awkward small talk with Bella's mom (whose name you always forget, dammit, but she's lovely nonetheless). Take two sips of some cocktail called "Look for the Light" and wait for your cue to leave. Though you remain blissfully flu-free, you have been anticipating the conclusion of this evening as strongly as Pedro.

The Uber home has to make an emergency stop, so the star of the evening can puke water and crackers on the side of Mulholland Drive. You tip well.

And then, hours after he stepped onto the carpet, the prophecy is fulfilled. Pedro is tucked into bed, dogs at his feet, empty but blue-tinged medicine cap discarded on the nightstand beside a mug of water and his glasses.

His face is smushed into the pillow. Eyelids at half-mast, as he watches you change out of your simple suit and into a pair of well-loved flannel bottoms.

You don't need a shirt. On cue, your boyfriend octopus-latches as you slide under the covers, head resting on your bare collarbone.

"You did good tonight," you say, through a yawn. Reach up to tug the chain on the bedside lamp. Your other hand cards through Pedro's hair, detangling little clumps of hair spray he was too tired to brush out. "'M so proud of you."

"I mean it," he whispers back. "It's time. I'm sick of not being able to hold your hand."

Your lips brush his temple. 'We can talk about it tomorrow."

"Plenty of time for it," he mumbles, right on the cusp of sleep. "Since we're not leaving this bed."

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cheesy09 · 1 year

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[CN] Kiro's Perception Date Preview

🌸 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for content that hasn't been released on the EN server yet! 🌸

Karma bylines: Here

"I don't mind being bound by you."

Translator: @link4eva

🌟 Perception Date Blurb

He was invited to participate in art exhibitions to create a space for self-interpretation. But instead of interpretation through words, you have to admit that sensory feedback was more direct.

Step by step, within his territory, let the fragrance of flowers embellish each other's exploration and longing.

By the time skins touch, the two hearts have long since been close.

“I just want the best you in this world.”

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc kiro

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leam1983 · 2 years

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Cyberpunk: Edgerunners - Quickie

There's something to the tone of this CD Projekt RED-produced and Studio TRIGGER-developed offshoot of a troubled AAA game that's an even better representation of the original Cyberpunk 2020 tone than V's own adventures could ever hope to be.

The first five episodes are tone-setters, and the last five are stake-builders, to the point where you don't really need to have played Cyberpunk 2077 to be able to follow along. The format may be a bit disorienting, as characters frequently exchange plot details through visually-projected conference calls (similar to 2077's, minus the animated vignettes), but it at least has the merit of laying everything out clearly. You're effectively infodumped, but provided you can keep up, the pace quickly ends up feeling natural.

What absolutely is going to be a bit odd to some is the weird juxtaposition of Mike Pondsmith's Glasgow Smile-sporting rendition of terminal Capitalism, rendered as is the case in-game with a generous dose of Californian umber tones and plenty of pink neon framing; and character designs and movement studies that are, well, effectively ripped out of Kill La Kill or Gurren Lagann. Car chases that would normally be rendered in teeth-clenching seriousness either in the game or in the pen-and-paper system here turn into automotive ping-pong, with the Anime's designers playing extremely fast and delightfully loose with the various guns' power levels.

That's without mentioning the final piece of ordnance the final two episodes introduce, which sort of rips a chuckle out of you. There is definitely a point where the script for the miniseries turns into loose bylines that basically say "do whatever the Hell you want with these characters, Pondsmith's usually-prescribed tone suggests nobody's going to make it out alive, anyway."

Not that everyone actually dies, but it's clear that TRIGGER thought that past a certain point, they were free to more or less grab the characters like a child does random action figures and then smash them together while making Mouth Explosion noises. That might seem like a bad thing, but in-context; it's absolutely fine.

So, what's the plot? Well, we open to the dreary routine of one David Martinez, seventeen years old, enrolled in Arasaka Corporation's private academy. His mother is the Santo Domingo Salt-of-the-Earth type, a Night City Medical paramedic who didn't quite make the cut for Trauma Team but who's working shift after shift in order to cover her son's exorbitant tuition and equipment-related fees. Martinez himself is the type to play it fast and loose with his program's requirements, mostly to save his mom a buck or two. It works for a while, but a mixture of his own hubris and of the academy's festering elitism sees him kicked out. Before long, you're shown that even washing machine cycles running on private laundry setups are paid-for, and that Megabuildings are mostly a place for people to squat in, as opposed to thriving in.

As you can expect, Karma deals the Martinezes an excessively crummy hand, and David soon finds himself alone. Not only alone, but also expelled from school, denied housing - and with no obvious employment opportunities. None, that is, except Edgerunning.

As a term, Edgerunning's always struck me as, well, being needlessly edgy, at the risk of feeling facile. What Pondsmith's referring to is a string of high-risk, high-reward criminal entreprises, within the scope of which a brush with death is a constant possibility. Traditionally, anyone who runs a Cyberpunk pen-and-paper campaign has to provide that extreme sense of tension, something you'd find in Dungeons & Dragons if you over-leveled your mobs or that's inherent to more masochistic game systems along the lines of Zweihander. A Cyberpunk should, canonically, always be on the run from someone, running towards something, and be led along a high-stakes tale that's less about crushing the System, and more about setting the stage so you can die trying.

In that respect, the Anime's work is flawless. What starts as Transhuman pickpocketing gigs devolves into a series of individually-small mistakes, said mishaps setting the stage for a proper settling of Cyberpsychosis as a concept. TRIGGER's tone goes from the usual bursts of jovial eccentricity you know them for and then takes a hard-left into personal trauma and all-consuming drives - and of what happens when your ambitions ultimately consume you. I'm especially surprised by the visual tells they've designed for Cyberpsychos, typically beginning as eerily fluid eye-jitters in the middle of the usual expanse of TV-grade low-FPS rendering, and then devolving into blink-and-you'll-miss-it stylistic changes and warped proportions that really sell the notion of what a proper case of psychosis is - which is a variably clean break from reality.

The pacing, however, is all over the place. The first episodes feel lovingly crafted, comfortably stretching out to let the source material breathe, while the second half spiders off into a handful of side-plots that don't all consistently lead somewhere. Some characters disappear without much fanfare and appear without much more consideration. All that's missing is one of YouTube's signature comedians known for their loud and random insertions to barge in and yell "ELLIPSIS!" during a scene change.

"ELLIPSIS! DAVID IS SHREDDED NOW, DON'T ASK QUESTIONS! ELLIPSIS! THEY HAVE A FIXER NOW, AND GIANCARLO ESPOSITO IS HAMMING IT UP FOR A PAYCHECK! ELLIPSIS! MARTINEZ IS HAVING MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES!"

On the plus-side, one of these weird jump-cuts is a rather obvious callback to the game's notorious bugginess upon release, with Martinez phasing through an oncoming car just before a sudden and jarringly hilarious four-lane car T-Bone-a-ganza occurs and sends Night City's big and chunky Chevillons flying across the screens like pool balls bouncing around.

The series acts like the viewer's just going to pick things up as they go without much lag, and expects them to pick up on concepts mentioned once and never properly framed. That leads to a situation where the preferrable watching experience is Ye Olde Netflix Binge Watch, seeing as everything can remain consistently fresh. If you watch one episode per day or week, you might find yourself asking "Who's that guy again? Why does he have four eyes? Why the Hell is Arasaka Counterintel getting involved, again? Why do people repeat words all the time?"

There's a missable bit in 2077's prologue where, after being poked about his spotless Innocent Schoolboy impersonation, Jackie Welles half-jokingly and half-defensively replies "I'm always never not nice!" That last sentence's concept - inverting values to sort of elongate a structure - becomes oddly prevalent after Episode 6, as if it had been elected as part of the lingo at the same level as preem, choom, nova and so on. It's cute the first few times, but soon becomes annoying.

Otherwise, if you've gone through multiple playthroughs of 2077 like I have, you'll realize that a lot of the Anime's set designs are faithful renditions of certain early-game locations. It's fun, but you'd figure not every Megabuilding apartment has to look exactly like V's, and that not every Scavenger den has to look like where we're tasked to save Sandra Dorsett. It's less of a problem as the series opens up, but the early episodes do feel like the producers had a field day referencing in-engine stills.

So, is it max nova, or should you ghost on it? Well, choombhatta; I'd say it depends. If you're expecting true-blue CD Projekt RED grit, you'll be left scratching your head. If you wondered what Night City would look like if the highs were so high as to turn cartoony, and so low as to make V's own sojourn feel sobering in contrast, you'll get some sense of it here.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk edgerunners #cdprojekt red #studio trigger #netflix #video games #anime #kill la kill #tengen toppa gurren lagann #review

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havithreatendub4 · 7 months

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#Dan Wootton #fired #karma

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d2kvirus · 8 months

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Dickheads of the Month: July 2023

As it seems that there are people who say or do things that are remarkably dickheaded yet somehow people try to make excuses for them or pretend it never happened, here is a collection of some of the dickheaded actions we saw in the month of July 2023 to make sure that they are never forgotten.

The only conclusion to be drawn is that nobody at The Sun has ever heard of Onlyfans given they twisted a BBC presenter using Onlyfans into “CRIMINAL CHILD PORN” and just kept at that story for the best part of an entire week, only to back down to “HE MET SOMEBODY HE MET ONLINE DURING LOCKDOWN” as if The Sun's editor wasn't at the Lockdown-breaking parties that are part of the Partygate enquiry and “HE WAS A BIT MEAN TO SOMEONE ON GRINDR” when it emerged the source told them the story was bollocks being pushed by their mother and step-father and they should pull it - only to publish it anyway, having sat on the story since May

...and why were The Sun devoting an inordinate amount of time to a non-story to slag off the BBC? Because proven liar Boris Johnson was refusing to hand his phone over to the Partygate enquiry in spite a High Court order telling him he had to do so and the deadline just so happened to be a couple of days after The Sun broke their non-story

...yet it never occurred to the BBC that, rather than self-flagellate by running the Murdoch copy at the top of all their news bulletins for days on end, maybe they should not talk about the dead cat and instead talk about the news

...while Jeremy Vine was actively telling the accused to reveal themselves solely because he didn't like people saying he was the accused. That’s right, the same Jeremy Vine who regularly tweets videos to rile up his followers about cyclists was openly tweeting about how much he wanted to throw a colleague under the bus

...meanwhile, the MENSA chapter at GB News thought they were being really, really clever by showing photos of the accused during their programming, albeit their very recognisable headshot had an emoji covering its face

...and then it emerged that proven liar Boris Johnson and his violating a High Court order to submit evidence tot he partygate enquiry conveniently bumped off the front pages, but then it emerged he sat on the news of Carrie Symonds squeezing out another one of his bastard spawn for a week so he had two stories ready to go if he needed to chuck some dead cats on the table

...and then we had Jeremy Kyle in his Talk TV bully pulpit talking about the BBC’s morals. Yes, the same Jeremy Kyle whose morning talkshow has a literal bodycount thinking he can lecture any form of life about morals

...but karma put the boot on the other foot really f’n fast, as within a couple of days TalkTV were oddly reluctant to say why Tom Newton Dunn had vanished from their output, while GB News were pretending that nobody could notice the obvious lack of Dan Wootton on Dan Wootton’s show after it emerged that Dan Wootton had a history of abusive and controlling behaviour (and that's just the tip of that particularly sordid iceberg) and yet, for some strange reason, neither channel thought that either of these cases was in the public interest

...but then GB News had the genius idea to let Dan Wootton back on the air, meaning that Dan Wootton sat there bemoaning “dark forces” which were trying to take GB news off the air - in spite the minor detail about the Byline Times investigation into his activities posing as “Martin Branning” began three months before GB News’ existence was announced

...and because Dan Wootton is a shameless grifter, his response to the second round of allegations of his pattern of behaviour going back a decade was to go on his GB News how - because GB News still let him on air, making their hysteria about the BBC accused even more ironic - and started panhandling for people to pay his legal fees due to these “leftist allegations” which, by this point, also involved News UK as they were named as paying £1m in settlements and handing out NDAs to make allegations about Wootton go away

Billionaire manchild Elon Musk demonstrated what a big business brain he has by introducing a new Twitter policy: people who aren't dumb enough to pay him to use a free platform are only allowed to see 600 posts per day, but those who are dumb enough get to see 6000, which is a very clever thing to do for a platform that requires views to get ad revenue - and all because him walling up the platform due to paranoia about ChatGPT only served to make the site DDOS itself . Also, if somebody can remind me, what did he say about Twitter Verify being a “lord & peasants” system...?

…unsurprisingly, this led to billionaire manchild Elon Musk having one hell of a meltdown when Treads went live and picked up the sort of userbase that his gaggle of incels and crypto shills could never hope to manage. So he tried to sue Threads for copying Twitter, somehow failing to comprehend that the people he sacked in mass layoffs are free to take their expertise anywhere they damn well like if there is a job offer, before resorting to posting “Zuck is a cuck” in the belief that did anything other than make it obvious just how pissed off he was

...and then it was suggested that billionaire manchild Elon Musk had been siphoning off Tesla funds to build himself a glass house, as per the Wall Street Journal, which is literally a plot point of Glass Onion

...but then billionaire manchild Elon Musk had a brilliant idea: chuck as much Twitter ad revenue as he could at a handful of his favourite fashy content creators in the belief that it made the platform look financially stable, and definitely wouldn't cause any issues like countless other content creators asking why they weren't getting the ad revenue and reluctantly having to be told that it's because Elon was throwing it at accounts like End Wokeness or beanie-wearing testicle Tim Pool to try and look successful and anybody else would have to sit there with nothing, which of course is guaranteed to never, ever blow up in Elon’s face the second people learned this and noted how much this looks like a pyramid scheme

...and then billionaire manchild Elon Musk had another one of his genius ideas, where he decided that Twitter would from now on be called X, because two decades of not just brand recognition but actually contributing to the English language is not as important as him using the name he wanted to use for PayPal before he got booted from the company for being a moron with terrible ideas

...and on the subject of billionaire manchild Elon Musk having terrible ideas, after rebranding Twitter to something nobody would ever call it, he decided to change the sign on the Twitter offices in San Francisco there and then - only to have the police show up and tell him to put it back up as he did not have a permit for all the equipment on the street because, as always, he didn't think something through

...and then billionaire manchild Elon Musk decided that a Twitter user posting literal kiddie porn was not grounds for a ban, instead their account was reinstated after the photos were removed even though Musk admitted the account had broken the law...which means, yup, go ahead and guess what the political stance of the kiddie porn tweeter happens to be

...but wait! Billionaire manchild Elon Musk had yet another genius idea, this time erecting an abysmlally-constructed X on the roof of Twitter HQ - an X which lit up at night with strobing lights...strobing lights that the apartment building across the street really appreciated

To nobody's surprise, waffling gargoyle Nigel Farage was talking absolute bollocks when raging about his bank closing his account (but not naming that bank, as Coutt’s is hardly a bank for salt of the earth people) due to his political stance, and in fact closing it because he no longer had the £3m in savings to justify it - and then he flounced off when he was offered a NatWest account

...and then ultra-relatable nice guy Rishi Sunak waded in claiming that the waffling gargoyle was being denied “basic services” as if anybody could walk into Coutt’s and open an account

...and because waffling gargoyle Nigel Farage was determined to keep whining, not least because the British press had been publishing his version of events and not reality, he continued whining on Newsnight - only to have a complete meltdown when it was broken to him that Coutt’s actually could have closed his acocunt years ago but let him off the hook as he was paying his mortgage, leaving him ranting that all bank managers are “woke” and “remainers”

...which led to Rishi Sunak effectively changing how the entire UK banking system operates in order to placate Farage, although the letter he received from the head of NatWest made it abundantly clear what Coutt’s position was - and that position was accept the NatWest account you were offered when you fell below the terms of owning a Coutt’s account or fuck off

...and then it turned out that Paul Marshall had been shorting NatWest stock. Yes, the Paul Marshall who owns GB News and employs Nigel Farage on that very same channel, who was using one of the channel’s hosts foghorning about his Coutts’s account for over a week to pocket millions thanks to the waflfing gargoyle spending over a week crying, aided and abetted by both the British media and the British government the whole time

It didn’t take long for Robert F Kennedy Jr to stop “asking questions” to sounding like a fashy little dickhead, with him suggesting that Covid was ethnically targeted to spare the Chinese and Jews - and then try and deny the video of him saying this was actually him

Unifying force Keir Starmer has yet another genius idea: elocution lessons as a standard part of the education curriculum. Of course, if he wanted to suggest young people being able to express their thoughts and feelings clearly was a good thing, he wouldn't have had a couple of young protestors bundle a pair of protestors calling him out for his green energy u-turn at the exact time he was saying how important it is for young people to express themselves...

Alleged headmistress Katharine Birbalsingh continues to be an advertisement for state education by accusing Jess Phillips of saying she isn't Asian - when the quote, making reference to the Chronicles of Narnia, was “You're not Aslan” - and, as always with Birbalsingh, rather than admit a mistake she instead went off on a meltdown accusing Phillips of systematic racism against her while also trying to say a screengrab made an L look like an I, when her “proof” is based on accusing Phillips of organising a dogpile on her 45 minutes before Phillips tweeted about her lunkheaded tweet about Ike & Tina Turner (which Birbalsingh didn't apologise for and made all manner of absurd excuses)

The worst thing about Johnny Mercer making himself the main character of the Tory party for a few days is it meant we had to watch him being such an obnoxious, bullying dick on Question Time that even Fiona Bruce was stepping in telling him to cut the shit, while his wife Felicity Cornelius-Mercer was fighting his battles for him on Twitter which mainly involved her getting insanely triggered by Carole Vorderman that she was yelling about her even when nobody mentioned her - and then it turned out that Felicity Cornelius-Mercer had been waging a harassment campaign against Vorderman since at least April

The minivan taliban that is Moms for Liberty are now openly calling for the murder of Joe Biden, which is perfectly normal and definitely not a reason for the FBI to start paying attention

Nancy Astor fangirl Rachel Reeves continued to prove her suitability for her key role in Keir Starmer’s Labour Party by openly accusing Ken Loach of being an antisemite during a Guardian interview - and when asked to back that up with so much of an atom of evidence, all she could do is stammer and harrumph

Of course it didn't occur to Bob Iger that it wasn't unions being “unrealistic” but studio CEOs such as Bob Iger (funny, that..) who were being unrealistic in thinking that their writers were happy getting residuals that wouldn't cover the bill for a meal for two, or that the actors and teamsters unions would not side with the writers union

...which led to Disney having to rope in staff form their parks to attend the Haunted Mansion premier wearing their Cruella De Ville costumes, meaning that we had the visual of Bob Iger demanding a literal Mickey Mouse outfit show up so that he didn't look like he was “losing”

...and then it appeared that NBC Universal wanted to get on board the dickhead train, as they hacked down the branches of the trees on the sidewalk outside the Universal lot to deprive the strikers of shade during an LA summer - which promptly saw Universal receive a phone call from LA City asking why they had taken a chainsaw to the branches of LA City trees

Stochastic terrorist Chaya Raichik thought she was being clever when posting a photo of an empty movie theatre for a screening of Sound of Freedom in spite the film raking it in at the box office, when what she was actually doing was revealing that nobody is paying to see the film and its box office takings are astroturfed to make it look popular when you can count the people at theatres paying to see it on one hand

...and the fact that Angel Studios have a page on their website asking people to buy Sound of Freedom tickets for Angel Studios to give away, with over 11m tickets sold, make it pretty hard for the culture warriors to claim the film’s takings aren't papered and it is playing to empty theatres which are allegedly sold out

It surely comes as no surprise to learn that Nadine Dorries is so utterly pathetic that she is badgering Liz Truss for a seat in the House of Lords in Truss’ resignation honours list, in spite never even attending Commons at any point in Truss’ premiership (or Rishi Sunak’s, for that matter), which also comes hot on the heels that her book whinging about the downfall of her pwecious wickle BoBo is set to launch the day before this year's Tory conference

Once again proven liar Boris Johnson used his Mail column to spout self-aggrandizing bollocks, this time him harrumphing about “Sadiq Khan’s ULEZ” and how he wanted to bring it to an end - which would be news to proven liar Alexander Boris De Pfeffel Johnson when he introduced the Ultra Low Emission Zone in 2015 when he was Mayor of London

In the braincells of the New Hampshire Libertarian Party it is perfectly normal to respond to Nina Turner saying insulin should be free by saying that she should be picking crops for free, and if anyone suggests telling a black woman she should be in the fields picking crops for free is racist it's perfectly normal to double, triple and quadruple down and claim they’re not being racist by suggesting a black woman pick crops for free but they’re being socialist

It hasn't occurred to Keir Starmer’s Labour Party that it might be a good idea to highlight their win in the Selby byelection, but instead they fixated on losing the Uxbridge & South Ruislip byelection by less than 500 votes by throwing Labour Mayor of London Sadiq Khan under the bus by blaming the Ultra Low Emission Zone for it to ensure the Tory press (i.e. the entire English press) had that to focus on and not the two seats the Tories lost for the weekend’s news cycle, the ULEZ brought in by Khan’s predecessor as mayor (and also outgoing Uxbridge & South Ruislip MP) the proven liar Alexander Boris De Pfeffel Johnson and extended by the transport secretary Grant Schapps, both of whom are Tories as noted by Khan when wondering what the hell Starmer’s mob were going on about, though Khan stopped short of suggesting that maybe if Starmer didn't tell the local party their choice to stand in the byelection was “wrong” and imposed the candidate on them that might have pissed off just enough people who were considering voting Labour that it could have lost them 496 votes

Remember how Colleen Ballinger caused a sizable chunk of the internet to cringe themselves to death with her ukulele nonpology to grooming allegations? She then went and released her ukulele nonpology to grooming allegations to Apple Music and Spotify, while also flinging copyright claims at any Youtube commentary channel that featured clips of her ukulele nonpology to grooming allegations which she had decided to monetise like a normal person would

On the subject of sending nudes to people, Marjorie Taylor Greene has reached the point of batshit insanity where she's now emailing links to a video showing a nude Hunter Biden to all her constituents who have subscribed to her eNewsletter, all at the taxpayer’s expense

According to Petronella Wyatt there are two women in London hospitals who went to Turkey for cosmetic surgery only to have both kidneys removed. Before boarding a flight back to London. And not dying before they got to the airport

...but because Petronella Wyatt seems to think that writing articles is in her best interests, she also accepted her Tufton Street brief to slag off Carol Vorderman and sounded like a spiteful, elitist cow - and she promptly had to threaten legal action against people who replied to her attempted character assassination by reminding Wyatt that she had an affair with the then-married proven liar Alexander Boris De Pfeffel Johnson and had to have not one but two abortions during the affair, the affair which got proven liar Alexander Boris De Pfeffel Johnson booted out of Michael Howard’s shadow cabinet when he lied about it

If somebody could explain to Ben Shapiro his hysterical screeching about the Barbie movie makes him look utterly ridiculous even by his standards, with him barbequing Barbie and Ken dolls at one point, that might help him grow as a human being - and no, I did not intend to make a pun about his minuscule height

Walking disaster area Lee Anderson though it would be a good idea to film an edition of his GB News show on the Houses of Parliament terrace - and was promptly dragged in front of the the parliamentary standards committee for breach of conduct

Somebody really should give SSSniperwolf clear and concise directions into how to take an L, because her response to jacksfilms calling her out for stealing content and getting rewarded for it, not least by Youtube making her a keynote speaker at VidCon, was to accuse him of sexism or being jealous as if Jack doesn't have a track record of calling out users who steal content going back to the bad old days of =3 or Jinx

I don't suppose that Jason Aldean has tried not singing some dogwhistling shite, regardless of the size of the town or city he is trying it in?

Remarkably pathetic display from Max Schrader during a Tottenham press conference on their pre-season tour of the Far East where he brandished a Bayern Munich shirt with Harry Kane's name on it, which got him chewed out in the press conference and his press credentials revoked the second the presser was over, which of course he whined about in a Bild column while planning his flight back to Germany several days earlier than anticipated

Failed nepo baby Lawrence Fox clearly needs the attention, because hot on the heels of waffling gargoyle Nigel Farage kvetching about Coutts closing his account at the end of June, Fox started harping on about Barclays and his account...while failing to notice the screenshot he attached was not relevant for the year 2023, but would have been in 2014...

#dickheads of the month

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Hi bb, have you read the byline times articles on DAn Wooton? Wow.

I’ve read some of the headlines but not the whole articles bb. He’s such a cretin I just wanna see his karma without having to read about it. What’s the biggest shocker?

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MLQC CN: 2021 Qixi Top-Up Karmas!

To round off the deluge of karmas that will be appearing tomorrow, we have the SP top-up event again! Not a good thing for my wallet, though.

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Karma bylines:

Zhou Qiluo (68r SR): You’re always welcome to perform in the movie that is my life.

Li Zeyan (128r ER): Listen carefully. This is my reply.

Bai Qi (388r SSR):

Leave it to me. You don’t have to worry.

I will imprint our mark on every moment.

Xu Mo (588r SP):

I want you to always be curious about me.

Every corner of this heart, I pledge to you.

#mr love: queen's choice #love and producer #mlqc #mlqc cn #恋与制作人 #top-up karmas #karma bylines

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(PDF/Epub) Download No Going Back (Sawyer Brooks, #3) - T.R. Ragan

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Author : T.R. Ragan

Pages : 283 pages

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Read Online and Download No Going Back (Sawyer Brooks, #3) .The biggest story of a crime reporter?s career could be her last as fury, vengeance, and justice collide in this breathtaking thriller by New York Times bestselling author T.R. Ragan.Some call it murder. Others, karma. The female vigilantes dubbed The Black Wigs call it justice. The victims? Sexual predators who never paid for their sins. For three months, The Black Wigs byline has belonged to Sawyer Brooks, a crime reporter still struggling with her own demons. But for Sawyer, there?s suddenly more to the story than just catching the dark web avengers.Copycat vigilantes are cornering the unchecked abusers of Sacramento and uploading the men?s abject fear to social media. The trending insanity isn?t making Sawyer?s job any easier. Neither is a new murder?another predator, but one who doesn?t fit so neatly into The Black Wigs? agenda. Something even more sinister is at play.As she follows every lead, someone with the answer is following her, determined to bring Sawyer to her knees. .

T.R. Ragan book No Going Back (Sawyer Brooks, #3).

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PDF No Going Back (Sawyer Brooks, #3) - T.R. Ragan

Read/Download Visit : https://tt.kindleebs.xyz/?book=B088FG9RB3

Book Synopsis :

The biggest story of a crime reporter?s career could be her last as fury, vengeance, and justice collide in this breathtaking thriller by New York Times bestselling author T.R. Ragan.Some call it murder. Others, karma. The female vigilantes dubbed The Black Wigs call it justice. The victims? Sexual predators who never paid for their sins. For three months, The Black Wigs byline has belonged to Sawyer Brooks, a crime reporter still struggling with her own demons. But for Sawyer, there?s suddenly more to the story than just catching the dark web avengers.Copycat vigilantes are cornering the unchecked abusers of Sacramento and uploading the men?s abject fear to social media. The trending insanity isn?t making Sawyer?s job any easier. Neither is a new murder?another predator, but one who doesn?t fit so neatly into The Black Wigs? agenda. Something even more sinister is at play.As she follows every lead, someone with the answer is following her, determined to bring Sawyer to her knees.

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79 Days Until • 李泽言0113生日快乐~ .⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

» He didn’t delay giving her the key to his house right after they began dating [P1 – 惊喜之约, 2019] 🗝️

» Neither did he delay moving in together right after they proposed to each other [P2, P3 – 摄光之约, 2022] 💍🏡

—— “I knew what the future would be like ever since I met you,” he said. 🥺💘

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the “future” line I quoted is the proposal date karma byline btw 🥹💝 man knows what he wants, and not only does he make it heard, but he puts it into action in the most effective way, leaving you no room for second-guessing~ 🥺💖

#HE 🥺🤲❤️#mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mr love victor #mlqc #恋与制作人 #李泽言 #love and producer

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Man Responsible For Chilling Free Speech Argues Stormy Daniels Is Chilling Trump’s Free Speech

Stormy Daniels

The biggest and most successful attack on the First Amendment in my lifetime was orchestrated by Charles Harder. He’s the guy who represented Hulk Hogan in his successful attempt to take down an entire independent media organization. I have nightmares about Charles Harder. He’s weaponized “dislike” into something that can break independent news through the sheer force of ever rising insurance premiums.

If you ask Trumpsters, they’ll say biggest threat to the First Amendment is people losing endorsements after they say the N-word. But if you ask many progressives, they’ll tell you that fake news bots are a “threat” to media. Both are wrong. The biggest threat to free speech is the ability of the rich to shut down actual journalism they don’t like. They can do it through lawsuits. They can do it by buying up media organizations and then gutting them from the inside. They can do it by buying up smaller organizations and then forcing them to all repeat the same, partisan rhetoric. Then can do it by letting internet service providers throttle news that doesn’t pay their fees.

The rich and powerful can bend the First Amendment right over their knees and spank it into submission if we let them. And people like Charles Harder are here to help them do that.

So, it should come as no surprise that Harder is now representing Donald Trump in his defense of the Stormy Daniels defamation suit. And it should come as no surprise that Harder’s argument is that the free speech rights of the (formerly) most powerful person in the Western world (congratulations on your promotion, Angela Merkel) are being “chilled” by a single mother who makes straight-to-DVD movies. From NBC:

Trump attorney Charles Harder asked a federal judge late Monday to toss the defamation suit, arguing that the president’s tweet is an opinion protected by the First Amendment, and said the Daniels suit “is designed to chill the President’s free speech rights on matters of public concern.”

“Politicians, in the course of public debate, are entitled to enter the debate and express their beliefs, including their disbeliefs, of the claims of their adversaries. Plaintiff is a vocal adversary of the President; she and her lawyer, Mr. Avenatti, acting on her behalf, have publicly attacked the President in more than 140 television news appearances in the past five months,” says the motion.

I literally cannot write what I think about Charles Harder, and this argument, because I am afraid of Charles Harder. MY FREE SPEECH IS BEING CHILLED RIGHT NOW IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES! I’M SO FROZEN THEY SHOULD CHANGE MY BYLINE TO “ELSA.”

[Now imagine I was white]

On the legal front, Harder’s arguments don’t necessarily help his client. Remember this a defamation suit launched by Daniels and her lawyer, Michael Avennatti. The sole purpose of this lawsuit is to get Donald Trump into a deposition chair. If Harder can’t get the lawsuit tossed, then his client has already lost.

Of the things that can get a defamation suit tossed before discovery: “plaintiffs go on television a lot,” isn’t really one of them. If Trump and Harder could argue that, you know, the things Trump says about Daniels are true, that would be one thing. But this “as against public policy” kind of argument isn’t a great way to short-circuit a lawsuit before discovery.

The courts have been… resistant to allowing Trump to change the rules of legal engagement simply because he is Donald Trump. If that holds, Trump will have to handle this defamation suit, meritless though it may be, just like Charles Harder wants media companies to: pay to settle or risk a jury.

It wouldn’t necessarily be justice, but it would be a heavy dose of Karma.

Earlier:

Elie Mystal is the Executive Editor of Above the Law and the Legal Editor for More Perfect. He can be reached @ElieNYC on Twitter, or at [email protected]. He will resist.

Man Responsible For Chilling Free Speech Argues Stormy Daniels Is Chilling Trump’s Free Speech republished via Above the Law

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I apologize in advance, but here's some Fallen Angel Kiro brainrot. These scenarios are based off of his karma bylines for the Sacred Voice Halloween Event on the CN server :>

Even as arrows rained down on him, the sharp edges fiercely piercing into the tenderness of his wings, Kiro still clutched tightly onto that little light in his arms.

He covered it entirely with his body, his grasp on it never easing, even as the arrows stabbed at him and stained his pristine white feathers a dark and vengeful red, as if forcefully trying to strip him off that purity.

His body was screaming; fiery pain coursing through his blood, rendering him breathless. Cold sweat drenched his golden hair and made it uncomfortably stick to his forehead. His eyelashes quivered with delicate fragility, yet his azure eyes remained glued to the being in his arms.

He lowered his head and whispered softly.

"Don't worry," he said, his voice gentle, his gaze a mixture of sadness and faint yearning. "You're safe here with me."

"Even if the path ahead is covered in thorns, I will continue embracing you."

"Caught you~"

The soft and sweet voice that swirled near his ear in the darkness was like a Siren's song, luring him deeper into that gentle trap that she set up. A trap he threw himself into willingly. A sailor whose heart and soul found itself bewitched by that deadly yet beautiful songbird.

"Now, let me return the favor," she sang, her moist lips touching the back of his ear. Her hands slipped around him from behind and she pressed herself against his back in a sudden embrace. "It's my turn to embrace you."

He felt their horns touch, and in that moment, it was as if he could feel what she was feeling. See it in her gaze, her voice, her touch.

The love and the yearning. The possessive desire and obsession.

She felt the exact same things he did.

"I'm sorry I couldn't purify you," Kiro murmured, leaning into her arms. Those same arms that now felt like a fetter around his heart, commanding it to beat just for her.

In response, her hand lifted and ran over the side of his face: sensuous, tempting, exploratory - as if trying to map out every inch of him. He couldn't help the shiver of pleasure that ran down his spine.

"It's okay," she whispered, her fingers softly landing on his lips, tracing them. Their pitch black wings entwined together in a flurry of dark feathers, like their souls, starved and hungry for each other. Her voice was like honey, slowly dripping onto his heart and melting it. "I'm sorry for tainting you."

He lifted a hand and held hers, their fingers lacing tightly together. There was a drunken look in his eyes, and the smile on his face was one of longing and hopeless infatuation.

"It's okay. I wouldn't have it any other way. After all..."

"My body, my soul... they all belong to you."

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc kiro #sorry if its illegible i wrote this half asleep :')#mlqc drabble #kiro drabble

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On Nicki’s Karma and Remy Ma’s Predictable Claptrap

As a long-time avid hip-hop and r&b listener, I try to keep up with the industry’s newest happenings and the beef that just exploded between Remy Ma and Nicki sure got my attention.

My take on this is that Nicki had it coming to her. Anytime you leave no room for competition, you’ll always have people behind your back raring to take you down. If you’re not encouraging others to get ahead, you’ll always be perpetuating a dog-eat-dog world that thrives on putting down others.

It’s like karma but not the Western definition of quid pro quo where you get the exact same thing you put out. I’m talking about its original Hindu meaning of accumulated karma where you’re bound to reap the fruits of your action once it has ripened. Sooner or later, Nicki’s bound to have competition because no one is on top forever. Believe that.

If that ain’t the truth.

It’s good to extol your virtues and shit. This is a rap game, after all, and a rapper’s bread and butter is to make sure they outdo others. However, anything that’s taken to extreme will always easily backfire on you.

Nicki’s rapping byline throughout her career is based on how successful she is and how other female rappers are not. She only ever supports female rappers who have a different target market than her (e.g. Young Ma and Dej Loaf). This is just sad because it promotes the typical female competitive dynamics that we often see in real life. You know, the type where girls are deliberately putting down other girls and outshining them and all for what? Just to get the male attention.

I don’t get what’s so special about getting male attention or approval. Yup, you get admired but adoration can only get you so far and waiting on other’s approval puts you under their power. I’ve always believed that there’s always room for everybody to shine and succeed no matter what the industry is if we only make it so. But as with the case of Nicki, she chooses not to. Now moving on to Remy Ma’s verse. It embodies the typical claptrap attack on females. Strike at their looks or their sexual morality. It lacks originality and is a superficial attempt at undermining another female.

My other concern about Remy Ma’s verse is that she’s quick to dispense such kind of potshots at her surgically enhanced body but is actually guilty for having had some work done on herself as well. Is this a classic case of a pot calling the kettle black? It sure sounds like it to me.

#nickiminaj #remyma #feminism #shether #karma

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Lawyers Go for the Gold in New Ace Attorney Stage Show

The heroes of Ace Attorney are returning to the stage, this time with a bigger prize than justice on the line.

Ace Attorney: Turnabout Gold Medal will see Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth, and many more prepare to face off in the Judicial Olympics. Overseeing the event is executive chairman and former champion Godot. The trial will end when one lawyer receives the event's prestigious gold medal.

A new key visual shows the main cast in costume:

Sho Kato and Aren Kohatsu take the roles of Phoenix and Edgeworth, respectively, with Nogizaka46 member Reno Nakamura as resident spirit medium/legal assistant/burger ramen-eater Maya Fey. Yuki Tomotsune plays the mysterious Godot, and former Takarazuka performer Mio Hanana takes the role of Franziska von Karma.

Several newly-created characters will also be on board, including Yoko Fukashigi (played by former SKE48 member Masana Oya) and Yorkshire Belgian (played by Koji Kominami).

Tickets go on sale this Wednesday. The show will run from January 16-21, 2019 at Theater 1010.

>> Ace Attorney Stage Website

>> Watch Ace Attorney on Crunchyroll

Source: Anime! Anime!

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on January 10, 2015, Eric Francis Coppolino’s astrology site Planet Waves reran and endorsed “My Karma Has Just Run over My Dogma: Addressing the Sexual Conflicts of Feminist Men”, an article by David Steinberg which originally appeared in his sexuality column Comes Naturally on September 25, 1998.

one version of the byline at Planet Waves describes Steinberg as “a former Planet Waves contributor and friend of Eric’s”. Steinberg is also a contributor to the men’s-rights-movement site Menstuff, where he is described as a “long-term activist”.

Unfortunately, in their early years, both the [National Conferences on Men and Masculinity] and the [California Men’s Gatherings] tended to operate in the spirit of men’s auxiliaries to the women’s movement, rather than bringing feminist men together around their own issues and concerns. The idea that (oppressive) men even had the right to have issues separate from those of (oppressed) women was considered controversial. There was a strong ethos that everything women did was inherently good, while everything men did was inherently bad, or at least severely suspect.

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I was stunned when one man tried to persuade me, in all seriousness, that all women’s anger toward men was justified, while all men’s anger toward women constituted misogyny. This was, in fact, an accepted point of view in Changing Men, the main journal of the movement.

One result of this four-legs-good-two-legs-bad attitude about women and men was strong encouragement for men to distance themselves from all things masculine. Masculinity was seen rather simply as the culture of patriarchy, the culture that enforced male dominance and the disempowerment of women. Indeed, one of the first books of essays that came out of the men’s movement was titled Unbecoming Men.

There was no sense of irony, pain, or ambivalence about what it meant to encourage all men to put themselves at odds with such a fundamental, essential aspect of who they were. It remained for Robert Bly*, several years later, coming from well outside the culture of feminist men, to point out that what needed to be overthrown was not masculinity itself, but the distortion of vibrant masculinity that traditional, patriarchal gender roles represented.

The double binds created by turning so severely against one’s essential nature have been devastating to feminist men in many ways, but nowhere as powerfully as with regard to their sexuality. Since all things masculine were to be discarded, or at least examined with extreme distrust, it’s hardly surprising that heterosexual male sexual desire was subjected to the most intense, hostile, and devastantingly literal of critiques. If the essential error of fundamentalism, as Joseph Campbell argues, is thinking of religion literally rather than metaphorically, then heterosexual feminist men were engaged in nothing less than a fundamentalist inquisition into every corner of their sexual existence.

in response to feminists’ and their allies’ “devastating” men, especially straight men, over matters of “male sexual desire”, Steinberg and a partner created sexuality workshops for men, which he goes on to recount. he and the other facilitator introduced the topic of sexual interests and invited the participants to share their sexual interests which they might be reluctant to admit to by “point[ing] out that the most common sexual fantasy among women (even feminist women) was of being raped”.

[warning: the following concerns a man’s arousal by violence against women and refers to cutting injuries.]

One man, an exceedingly gentle and well-known member of the gathering’s organizing committee, confessed with considerable agitation that his most intense arousal came from masturbating to photos of women being cut with knives and razor blades. […] We assured him that getting off on these pictures did not mean he really wanted to cut women up or see them harmed, and reminded him that no one was hurt by his fantasy.

Steinberg and his cofacilitator suggested to this participant that he “could look into it further, perhaps with a therapist”, but that suggestion comes across as no more than perfunctory when Steinberg then excuses this man’s misogynistic violent sexual fantasy (“I later learned that this man had been severely humiliated by a group of girls in his early adolescence who pretended to be attracted to him sexually only to then publicly reject and ridicule him for imagining that they would ever be interested in someone like him.”) and claims that this man’s expressing this fantasy in a group of men was beneficial for him and other participants—and that this moment immediately generated increased interest in the workshops.

at this point Steinberg writes that he shifted into “advocat[ing]” for a sexual outlook that his fellow conference leaders “disagreed with”. at one conference dinner he inspired “at least a dozen” men to try their hands at BDSM “with their women partners when they got home”.

Coppolino commented: “Yay David Steinberg! Great to see him back on the pages of Planet Waves.”

* see “Masculinity Politics” in R. (Raewyn) W. Connell’s Masculinities, 2nd ed (Berkeley: University of California Press, 2005) (retroactive misgendering at link).

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