The aroace egg experience

I think it’s cool

Damn, looks like I need to cut out the MEAT (PIGEON) and MEAT (FROG).

Shame.

Have you asked yourself wether it’s truly something you want for yourself, or instead, perhaps a feeling that you’re behind on some social benchmark? I ask because I’m 33 with a relatively similar experience, but when a woman I dated told me she thought I might be asexual, when I did the research and asked myself these questions I realized I was operating entirely on the supposition that I’m ‘normal’, and not that the urges to be in relationships and have sex likely stemmed from a perceived social obligation.

Once I realized that in my heart of hearts I’ve never actually experienced an urge to have sex with another person, I embraced an asexual identity. Without sex as a motivator, I soon realized I didn’t even experience romantic attraction.

Some folks think this is sad, but in truth I’m so much happier and carefree, without the pressures to fit into a mold that doesn’t actually fit me, much less the stresses of maintaining a relationship.

Did you get that thing I sencha?

I mean games are pretty homogenized anymore. There’s strong trends and bandwagons giving rise to new genres and subgenres everywhere. The OP asked for games but I don’t think there’s a problem replying with genres.

HVAC tech. My hands would be banana peels.

1992; I’m two years old, and having an absolute blast running through the sheets my mom had put up out on the clothesline.

About a decade ago my mom and I were talking about early memories. It turns out she happened to have a disposable camera on her at the time, and there’s pictures of me, joyfully forming my earliest memory as a toddler.

Oh my god, they were roommates.

Hmp! Ooph! Unng! How are you?

Oh I get it, you’re just in denial about modern gender theory. Good luck with your rocks. The trick is to bang them together.

We literally made up Ms., Mrs., and Mr.

That’s how language works, we get to make it up as we go along.

How do you think we got here??

I like the idea and message of the first one except that I used to have an absolute asshole of a neighbor who drove a heep-ed out Wrangler with a spare tire cover which had the phrase on it. I can’t separate any longer.