Oh ew. That's far from true. If you accidentally slam your junk on a hard surface you aren't going to be happy. I've done that a few times while riding a horse. Shit can hurt bad.
Wazzamatter
joined 2 years ago
Ya I would never be able to reclaim it for myself. For my whole life it was used only as a strong negative.
It's the same for my wife and queer. It's a word she can't use to describe herself without thinking of old mystery books. "Well that's quite queer"
As a furry, this is unfortunately a large problem in the fandom as of now. We are constantly searching for these fuckers to get them banned from social media sites and conventions. It's practically impossible to keep up on twitter, nevermind if they find out you have a report page for others to know about them.
Having to report people for posting bestiality and csam is the easy part. It's disturbing how much these people will argue day in, day out how these topics don't affect anyone. There's been an uptick of minors proclaiming they're zoophiles. Most following these content makers.
It's an uphill battle for us...
When I was in middle school a friend of mine used to dress up and call herself a gypsy. Due to where we live, we didn't know that word was tied to a real life culture. We thought it meant fantasy-like hippies.
Years later I found out the actual meaning behind it and freaked out. Sadly I wasn't still in contact with her by that time, or I would've told her. Though her parents would've complained about it...
Roasted or fried chicken. Something about the strong smell just whips my brain into anger and disgust. I can't think, talk or smile once I smell it. Especially in a enclosed space.