Does anyone know of a UK based (or low shipping costs) company that sells cute socks for large feet? I have Mary Jane shoes and want ankle or short socks that go nicely with the shoes. Like for example ones with ruffles. Any time I find any like that they're smaller than even the standard size.

I'll try to make it as short as possible,
So one day i randomly got a message from a girl in my college and then we just continued talking and yeah we clocked pretty.
So it continued for 5-6 months and I fell for her ,i didn't tell her or anything but we both knew and noone was courageous,mostly we talked on WhatsApp as our classes were different but everything was going good ,but yeah after that it just went downhill in February for numerous reasons and we were not talking for a days now when we once were talking on daily basis.
So it just increased and the last time I messaged her on 29 April.
But yesterday she out of nowhere send me around 20 photos ,I was shocked when I opened them ,they contained out chat screenshots ,like we used to make stupid stories and do our stupid talk and she used to save them .
So yeah I said that ,haha ,idk why I was acting like that and various things on those photos.
And her reply was ,
'It was so cute and funny , i wish we could do that now' and various things ,
So it's just ,now I feel like she yk kinda wanna talk but I really don't want to as there were few reasons why our friendship went downhill and ik i can't change anything about it so , I am just stuck on What should I do now.

i've been struggling with something for a while and was hoping to get some of y'alls personal experiences/advice maybe. i have been a masc lesbian for as LONG as i can remember and have never had any issues about it (personal/family/friends/etc). but for a while now, i have started questioning my gender. because i dont really feel "at home" in my body.
i've always picked the male option in games, i wear only men's clothes, have a short haircut and always go by a different name (the one my parents chose for if i was a boy, coincidentally).
i am just very uncomfortable that im not as manly as i'd like to be. but, despite this, i dont exactly HATE my chest. i'd want it to be smaller, but not necessarily gone. same goes for the downstairs part lol.
i just don't feel like i am really me in this body, physically and mentally and i am just generally confused.
please let me know your experiences, because i feel so alone at times.

Hoy maginoo na hindi bastos! Bakit ang bagal mo ha! Alam mo bang sa dinami dami phase ng dating baka mag shortcut na ko nyan. Just Kidding! In his perfect time pa din ako medyo atat lang.
Lord hindi ako sure if nasa favorite list mo ko pero sana maging favorite ako dito. Gusto ko lang maranasan manuod ng fireworks sa MOA after mauso ng lobo na ilaw ilaw na hindi ko naranasan. Birthday ko naman next month kaya bigay nyo na to saken.
I suffered a lot this month pero hindi pa tapos yung buwan kaya bigyan nyo ng twist ito. It's me and my always susubok muli era.
About me: ♡ Small girlie, 5 flat ♡ Working ♡ New hobby ko swimming ♡ Normal built ♡ Can cook ♡ Organized ♡ Hygienic ♡ Family oriented ♡ Cute
About you: ♡ Taller and older than me ♡ Working ♡ Hygienic ♡ Around cavite or manila pwede din batangas ♡ Mature enough ♡ Financially capable and ready to settle down
Sign mo na siguro to para imessage ako ng pang malakasan mong intro. You can also include some of your selfies.
If you are looking for someone na pang hookup at short term lang mas bukas ang DM ng iba, thank you!
Pakisagot na din nito para may pagusapan tayo. "What are you willing to offer para sa love?" Idk kung normal ba na there are some guys na willing to offer something para sa love even without label pa. Isa lang din pala naging ex ko kaya I'm curious and galing ako sa long term relationship.

“We’re a meat family,” my dad would proudly tell strangers. He’d wait for the quizzical look, then launch into detail, starting with how many freezers we had, how long we could sustain ourselves on the contents. It was just his way of starting a conversation, which made sense when you considered that raising and home-killing animals for food was, for want of a better term, his life-long hobby. His prize possession was one of those industrial-sized vacuum sealers: you could put half a pig inside and wrap it in plastic so tightly that every wrinkle and skin fold waxed unreal with shiny detail.
If we hadn’t lived in a rural area, albeit semi-urbanised, I guess it would have been pretty weird. But the mostly farming-stock locals only found his extra enthusiasm a little bit odd.
When he wasn’t being a bit embarrassing talking about it, I never really paid much heed to his hobby. I had a child’s vaguely grateful awareness that though our family went through some lean financial times, our stomachs never suffered like some of the families around us. All the beef, pork, ham and bacon in those big old chest freezers passed down from his dad really could have fed us for years.
I should preface all this by saying that I wasn’t a particularly bright kid, though neither was I dumb. I didn’t fail badly at anything in school, I just never achieved beyond a pass. I didn’t know it yet back then, still quietly dreaming about being a ballet star or a dressage champion, but mediocrity was my destiny. And I think that’s why I got on so well with my Aunt Liz.
Liz was my dad’s live-in youngest sister. She was one of those women who get described as ‘bubbly’ — not really pretty, not really smart, not a lot going on besides just being… well, all Liz. But she was salt of the earth; kind, caring, and great with kids. She was the only person who would willingly mind my two older brothers, who fought like hellcats and caused more trouble than the whole last generation of my family combined. People would privately lament to my parents that it was a shame Liz didn’t have kids of her own, but dad would just shake his head and say Liz liked it that way – that all the fun of looking after kids is being able to give them back to their parents.
I guess she was like me; nice, but mediocre. Lovely, but somehow forgettable when she wasn’t doing something for you.
But when Liz left us, I couldn’t forget her.
In hindsight, it was pretty weird timing that we had a big fortieth birthday party for Liz right before she disappeared. She was radiant that night; she’d hired a local girl to do her hair and makeup, and it was honestly the first time I’d ever seen her look pretty. She’d even worn a push-up bra under a tight red dress, which flattered her very plump curves well enough that the neighbour’s farmhand was spotted disappearing into the woolshed with her for a snog. In my dawning awareness, that gave a plain girl hope: if Aunty Liz could get a guy at forty, maybe things would turn out okay for me.
Anyway, I couldn’t forget how her pink cheeks, her eyes, her whole self, glowed that night before Liz went to bed. She said it was the best birthday ever, and that she was very much looking forward to the next stage of her life.
Would I have done anything different, if I had known? If I had realised what, exactly, that next stage was?
The week after the party, Aunt Liz said she was going on a little holiday up north, to visit some old school friends. She packed her things – she didn’t honestly have that many – and drove her little orange mini out onto the main road. And with a wave of one fleshy hand, she was gone. Nobody really thought much of it when she didn’t call, because nobody rural had cellphones back then. And Liz was, as I said, somehow kinda forgettable when she wasn’t right in front of you.
When we hadn’t had contact for six weeks, Dad tracked down the land line numbers for their old school buddies. They were surprised to hear from him — Liz had never arrived, so they had just assumed she’d cancelled her visit. No-one had thought to check. I eavesdropped on the conversation, and it sounded for all the world like *they* had forgotten about Aunt Liz, too.
From there it became a missing person case. The local cops came and talked to all of us; the farmhand who’d been seen snogging her was briefly detained, then let go, dad got grilled at length, even my hellion brothers were questioned thoroughly to see if this was one of their wild and dangerous pranks gone wrong.
But everything was a dead end. Nobody knew where Liz was, or what had happened to her.
The remains of her old mini were found halfway across the country, burned out on a beach, on a derelict stretch of ragged, rocky coastline. The police assumed murder and combed the area for remains. But even the most expert divers couldn’t conquer the incredible undertow and fast-shifting seabed of that coastline to look for evidence, so none was forthcoming.
Eventually the cops collectively shrugged and said that there was really nothing more they could do unless more information suddenly came to light. The locals knew nothing, no witnesses had come forward, and the trail was cold. As far as anyone knew, poor aunt Liz had been murdered on some desolate beach, far away from her home.
It didn’t feel fair to me. She’d once mentioned wanting her remains buried on our farm, in the graveyard plot beside grandma and grandad.
So, in my grief, I went into her room to look for something of hers to bury beside them.
Like I said, Liz didn’t have many things. Her room was pretty spartan, and her wardrobe was mostly sensible farm stuff. There was one exception: she, like me, did like to read, and she had a pretty good collection of well-thumbed books. I think it’s the escapism – even the most mediocre girl can lose herself in the plot of some trashy romance novel, imagine there’s still hope of being swept off her feet by that handsome stableboy, his inexplicable yearning for chubby plain girls.
So I set myself the task of going through the books, to find the right one to bury in the graveyard plot.
Most of them were exactly what you’d expect, but some of them were racier than I was used to. I felt various parts of my body flushing and tingling, as I read breathless prose about calloused hands touching the softest flesh of the protagonist. Okay, if I’m honest with myself, I might have got a little *too* invested in my project at that point. But that was also why I persisted going through her entire collection, until I found the ragged paperback from 1970, entitled Tawny Sands. And inside that trashy cardboard romance cover, I discovered not the tale of Tawny Sands, but some carefully hand-cut, stitched-in pages. A handwritten story in my Aunt’s rounded penmanship: Memoirs of a Long Pig.
I read her story twice in a row, utterly gripped.
Aunt Liz was no Stephen King – heck, she wasn’t even the Goosebumps guy – but her story was gripping and compelling, and I couldn’t put it down. Even if I hadn’t known her, I think that would have been true.
The gist of it was that Liz, when she was sixteen, had discovered that our family had a very long history of eating what she described as ‘Long Pork’. It’s an antipodean term, anglicised from the Pacific Islands: human meat.
Like me, young Liz still had some hopes and dreams. In one of her many failed attempts to find a special talent, she’d taken up cooking as a hobby. Naturally, with our family’s overabundance of meat, she’d scoured the freezers in the shed for ingredients: the racks of ribs and stacks of pork chops, butcher-paper wrappings all neatly labelled with the first letter of the name of the animal they came from.
She found familiar meat from Rodney, one of the pigs that had been recently slaughtered, emblazoned with an ‘R’ in her father’s strong, blocky lettering. There were cutlets labelled ‘M’ for Mary, from one of the lambs she’d hand-reared, and ‘F’ for Ferdinand, the steer they’d killed the month before. But she couldn’t explain the many, many curious parcels of meat on one side of the huge freezer, all labelled ‘J’ – at least, not until she took it all out and assembled it as well as she could on the scoured concrete floor of the killing shed. A big, frozen jigsaw puzzle without the box, her best attempt to discover what kind of beast the pieces had come from.
The animal, she quickly realised, was a Long Pig. Her own Aunt Jenny, who had died the month before – just after her fortieth birthday.
Fortunately, or perhaps not, for Liz, her father entered the shed right at that moment and realised his daughter had discovered the family secret. He sat down calmly on the lid of the freezer, and explained to her that this was a long-running family tradition, dating back to at least before his grandfather had been born.
“There are always people in life, Liz,” he’d said, “who won’t really amount to much. They want to be useful, want to be more. They strive and they strive, trying job after job, hobby after hobby, trying to hit on something they’re really good at. Something that makes them special. Those people can waste their whole lives, chasing dreams that never come true. Eventually they die unfulfilled, knowing that all their time has been wasted. That what they leave behind will fade quickly.”
His voice was oddly gentle as he leaned down and patted one of the neatly wrapped cuts of Aunt Jenny, still sitting frozen on the shed floor.
“Your Aunt Jenny was one of those people. So was my Aunt Irene.” He paused to gaze at his daughter, his next words peppered with emphasis. “But you see, my sweet Liz, they did find a purpose in life. They did find a way to be special, and they left this world utterly certain of their gift.” He stood up, stretched his back. “Let me show you.”
Liz waited while my grandad meticulously stacked the meat back into the freezer, all but one J-marked parcel that looked for all the world like a thick venison steak. He took her back to the farmhouse, and reverently unwrapped the deep red, heavily marbled meat to let it thaw. Then he laid it in the family’s ancient, cast-iron pan, basting it with butter and rosemary until a heavenly scent filled the kitchen, and Aunt Liz couldn’t stop her mouth from watering.
“Just try it. Let her show you. You’ll see exactly what I’m talking about.”
Even though she knew it was her aunt, Liz couldn’t stop herself from taking that first bite. There was something transcendent about the smell, overriding her natural revulsion that this was human meat, not one of their farm animals. For the first time, she truly realised it: we’re just another kind of animal. And weren’t her memories of Mary the lamb almost as fond as her memories of Aunt Jenny?
Liz explained then, in her curly handwriting, the explosion of taste that had assaulted her when she tried the steak. It was tender, it was succulent, it was rich beyond imagining. The fats melted on her tongue, lingering somewhere between pork and beef, but oddly neither. The flavour of the meat defied identification; something familiar, yet not.
But one thing she couldn’t deny; it was the most delicious thing she had ever eaten. Tears dripped onto her plate, mingled with the juice, the grease — not grief, but a pure, real, giddy delight.
“You’re tasting your aunt’s love for this family,” my grandad explained. “Her entire life was carefully curated, to eventually make unforgettable moments for us, just like this. This was her way of being special. This was the greatest gift she could possibly bring to our world – and because she realised that, she died with not a single regret. She knew her life had purpose. She was perfectly, completely fulfilled.”
I felt those words. I felt them lodge in my own belly, settling uncomfortably deep. I knew Aunt Liz, probably better than anyone else in the family. I’d seen how fucking happy she’d been on her fortieth, how goddamn fulfilled she was, despite apparently being a *nobody* and achieving *nothing*. Somehow, in the space of a single day, she had gone from being a forgettable background character to becoming the *main character*, immortalising herself in our family’s history with her sacrifice. Quite literally becoming part of all of us, forever.
I went to the killing shed after I finished with the book. I looked inside the freezers.
But there were no vacuum-sealed packages labelled ‘L’, no matter how deep I dug into the frozen stacks of plastic-wrapped flesh. Panicked now, not sure if I wanted to connect all the dots or unconnect them, I tried to think back over the last few months, recall any meals that had been unusually good. A few Sundays ago, we’d had a stew that really hit the spot and left me craving more. And I realised that the family had a really good night that night; my brothers behaved themselves, my parents didn’t fight, and grandma and grandad had been there. Hadn’t they looked far more… expectant than they should have?
I strained my brain, trying to recall if I’d seen the homekill bag on the kitchen bench – if I’d registered what letter it was. I knew it wasn’t an L. I would have remembered if it was an L.
And then it hit me, the memory, the connection, sizzling as if branded with a hot iron.
It had been an ‘E’.
E for Elizabeth. Not for Edward the pig.
I snorted at my own stupidity – of *course* Liz was short for Elizabeth – and as I comprehended my lack of smarts, I felt something give inside me.
I wasn’t clever, and nothing, nothing would ever make me smart. I had no big talents. I wasn’t beautiful, or even cute – and even if I had a million plastic surgeries, it still wouldn’t fulfill me. It wouldn’t be real.
I was a Liz.
I was a Jenny.
I was whoever the first aunt had been, the aunt who had dedicated her life to making her flesh as delicious as possible, who had worked every damn minute to be the best Long Pig she could ever be.
I wondered how many magical family evenings had been spent eating Aunt Jenny. How many glorious, satisfying, memorable dishes had been made out of her.
And… I wanted that. I wanted to finally know I had a *purpose* in life. One so simple, and so easy to achieve.
I wanted what Aunt Liz had.
***
It's my fortieth birthday today and I’m so fucking excited. For the last twenty-four years, I’ve dedicated myself to this moment; I’ve eaten exactly what I needed to, I’ve exercised just enough, but not too much, to maintain that perfect balance of marbling vs tenderness. I’ve relaxed and meditated to keep all those amazing flavours inside of me. I’ve researched all the greatest meats in the world, from prime Angus beef to A5 Wagyu. I really think I may have outdone myself.
I’m having my hair and makeup done at the local salon this afternoon, and I’m going to look so pretty; all prize piggy on show at the fair. I’m even going to have a big red ribbon in my hair, in memory of Aunt Liz.
Maybe there’ll be a cute boy I can snog in the wool shed, maybe there won’t – I don’t really care; because the most important, most certain thing is that I’m going to be the most delicious Long Pig in the history of our entire family.
I’m going to make everyone so damn happy, and I’m just so glad I can share my story with you all, instead of hiding it in a grubby book like poor Aunt Liz.
My only real disappointment? That you won’t get to taste me.
Reader, I have loved, loved my life. My Long Pork will be out of this world: once tasted, never, ever forgotten.

Long Post!!
I (F25) met this guy (M32) on a dating app. He’s cute and ganda ng katawan kaya napaswipe right ako. I actually wasn’t expecting anything to happen because of our age gap. (7 years)
The first time I met him in person, very disappointed ako kasi I made an effort para mag paganda and all tapos he showed up wearing shorts and crocs. 😭 So, I said to myself na lang na okay lang, I enjoyed the free drinks and food naman tsaka first time ko ulit yun to go out on a date. Ayun, akala ko yun na yon. Kaso lang after a few days, he messaged me and asked me if pwede daw ba niya ako puntahan sa place ko mag dadala lang daw siya ng coffee. I said yes naman pero sa labas lang kami. Syempre, taong bahay lang ganap ko kasi ineexpect ko ganun lang ulit getup niya. BOY I WAS WRONG. New haircut, may suot na perfume, nakapants na this time, pero nakacrocs pa rin, at dala ang big bike. Ang pogi shet pero syempre act normal and kalmado lang ako. We talked for hours. Nakatayo lang sa tapat ng 711. Pasikat na yung araw nagkkwentuhan pa rin kami. Very wholesome yung naramdaman kong vibes between us that night kaya I gave it another shot. No expectations pa din syempre.
Hanggang sa every weekend na kami nagkikita, nagoovernight na siya sa place ko. Para na talagang couple yung ganap namin, minus lang the label. 😭 Naging routine na talaga na every friday night, sabay kami mag didinner at diretso na sa place ko for overnight hanggang sunday night. Walang palya to for 2 months. Kilala na ako ng kapatid niya as “bagong ate”, kilala siya ng mom ko and most of my friends, ako naman wala pang namemeet na friends niya kasi ayokong sumama sa mga ganung invites niya, nahihiya ako kasi ang layo nga ng age gap and hindi pa rin naman ako sure sa feelings ko towards him. May times pa na kahit busy ako with my stuff pupuntahan ako para lang sabayan ako mag dinner after kong gumawa. Ang tibay ko pa nga nyan, two months in na ganto setup namin. Paginaask ako ng friends ko ano na ba ganap, sure pa rin ako sa sagot ko na hindi pa ako ready mag commit. Happy single naman ako, kaya rin siguro hindi ako ganun kabilis naattach sa kanya?
Yung third month talaga something changed, nandun ako sa point na willing na ako itry pero hindi pa 100%. if that makes sense. Dun pa biglang nawala. Ang nakakainis pa, hindi ko nga matawag na ghosting kasi nag paparamdam pa. Lulubog lilitaw na siya nung 3rd month. Hindi ako nag habol, hinayaan ko lang siya. Kahit explanation hindi ako nanghingi. Siya na mismo nagbibigay. Pero kasi I can sense the bullshit behind sa explanations niya so I acted casual na lang towards him. Hanggang sa tinamad na lang ako kasi, medyo nafefeel ko na yung pagkacheap na im always available na lang every time mag memessage siya. So, I stopped replying sa mga paramdam niya this was around January this year.
Nagka-moment of weakness lang ako last March. I went out drinking with friends. Sabi nga nila diba, drunk words are sober thoughts. Syempre nag imy ako sa kanya. yuck 😭😭😭 He replied naman kinamusta ako asked me if I was okay. THANKFULLY I was too drunk na to reply baka nauwi pa sa booty call yon if ever 🙊 Kidding aside. Pagkagising ko, I said sorry lang and that I was drunk and nvm what I said ganong eme. After that, wala na ulit.
Eto naman kanina lang he messaged me “???” like wtf? so sinendan ko lang rin siya ng “?” tapos sabi lang “Just checking in on you” 😤
Gusto ko lang ‘to ilabas dito kasi I genuinely have no idea if I was (or still am)heartbroken or bruised lang yung ego ko. Kasi I never cried naman because of this, may times lang talaga na hindi ko maiwasang maisip siya or what could’ve happen if naging okay nga kami.

After Luds comment on his last stream I did a quick Reddit search and found this post from 9yrs ago in sex by U/LudwigAhgren
Note: It was a funny read and definitely in his charming grammar style.
Note 2: Some of things do not work anymore but, a few still do.
“The Ultimate Guide to Shaving Your Pubes for Beginners (Men)
If you have a bush like Brillo^© , or just want to trim up the forrest so others can pass safely, you're in the right place.
I split groin hair into 5 different groups. Below I have listed the difficulty of each area as well as what kind of shave each area shall receive.
This is what we want the end product to look like. (His pubes look like the mustache of almighty Zeus himself!)

Pubic Hair	Ball Hair	Taint/Gooch Hair	High Thigh Hair	Shaft Hair
Easiest to shave. Needs to be trimmed down (No new-born baby penis look)	Scariest/Most Difficult to shave. This will be a clean shave.	Moderate difficulty. Up to shaver, but I prefer a clean shave.	Easy to shave. This will be a clean shave.	Nicks can happen here easily. This will be a clean shave.

Tools Needed: Shaving cream (MUST - Practice before which shaving cream works best! Sometimes Conditioner can work better),
electric razor (The side that pops out I will refer to as buzzer and the side with the guard I will refer to as electric razor from here on out)
A Women’s! shaving razor (women’s razors have a much higher guard and will protect better than one for men.
 
*PLEASE BE PREPARED!* I mean it’s your balls we’re talking about here…
 
Step 1: The first step will be to shave the pubic hair. Depending on how much hair is down there, you have the option to go at it with scissors like a harbor before throwing the buzzer down there. If you have an average amount (2”>x) then go at it with the buzzer. Hover your family jewels over the toilet, you may even choose to sit like a cool substitute teacher. Brush the square side of the buzzer backwards across your pubes vertically. It may seem as if it isn’t doing anything but trust me you’re losing hair faster than LeBraun James. Continue this until you deem it short enough, I like my pubes around 1/2”.
Note Make sure the pubes length is even throughout, focusing on areas that with longer hair to insure optimum symmetry, bitches love symmetry. Use a mirror!
 
Step 2: Now you’ll want to ‘square’ out your hair and completely shave off any outliers around your pubes. Perhaps you have a leaky happy trail? Or maybe your pubes are ‘fading’ in. Either way you’ll want this instead of this (not penis don’t fret) Use a mirror to make sure it’s not lopsided.
 
Step 3: Here we are going to tackle that upper thigh hair that encompasses the whole male crotch area. Now get all nakey if you aren’t already and hop in that shower. Make sure the water is warm because you’re going to be in there for a while. Whip out you’re shaving cream of choice, I use this because it makes the blade glide across my nuts (phrase of the day!). To be fair I am more metrosexual than most gay men. Anyway(!) lather that shaving cream on to you’re upper thigh, above the pubes and right around the taint (make sure the water isn’t washing it all away) and start shaving those areas. The shaving razor will insure that these areas are hair-free.
Note Make sure the blade follows the surface of the skin. You want max blade to skin contact.
 
Step 4: Here’s my favorite part. Shaving the shaft. Why is it my favorite? It adds an inch to your perceived dick length (now your dick will look like it’s an inch long^rekt. Extend your dick by pulling out your head. It will give a similar surface on the base of the dick to an erect penis. Now with the shaving cream and razor, shave the front part of the base, while always making sure the base is flat. Then do each side, trying your best to make the area being shaved flat. A flat area not only allows the razor to get more hair, it also prevents little nicks that can occur. I’ll refer back to Davidfor how far down the base you should shave.
Note If you look at the pic of David, you’ll notice he shaved the area to the right and left of his penis. That is totally you’re call, I have no opinion I find both to by stylish in their own penis way.
 
Step 5: The balls. AKA Holyshitiamsoscarediamgoingtochopmynutsoff. You may be tempted to skip this part, but trust me, hairy balls do not look good when the rest has been shaved. If you start this, you must to finish it. You are the chosen one. You are supposed to bring balance to your pubes, not leave them in darkness! Do it for the (potential) children.
Back to the balls. We’re going to first start with the outside balls. To do this get in your best captain stance which creates a nice U shape between your thigh and outer left/right ball. This is the kind of U Brett Farve has been talking about. Now, using that handy shaving cream and razor, this should be quite easy. Gently go up that are and always going along the grain. Don’t switch up directions here, that’s too ballsy.
After that’s done we’re going to drift away from the pubes for just a bit. Throw some shaving cream on the taint (this is the area that prevents you from shitting on your balls) and you’ll want to shave from your asshole to the base of your balls. Always going in that direction. IMPORTANT If you touch your taint (ew you’re gross) you’ll notice there is a line. Kind of feels like hair running from your asshole to your balls. It’s actually a vein that controls your orgasms. DO NOT SHAVE ON THIS VEIN Shave to the left and right of it. Don’t go directly on it. I don’t think anything will happen if you do… but better safe than orgasmless.
 
Step 6: Back to the balls and the last part of the shaving in the shower. This part is difficult and to be honest I’m not sure of the best way to approach this. Balls are weird and that they have no fucking shape and 2 million wrinkles. I like to first take my electric razor and use the buzzer part of it. Then I just air swipe my balls getting all the hair about 1/4” short. Then I take the shaving cream and focus on specific parts squeezing my balls to get maximum surface area. This seems to work out for me, but keeping it 1/4 of an inch isn’t that big of a deal. Hair that short is difficult to notice and ladies/men will still suck your nuts.
Note Loosen up before shaving your balls. Take deep breaths and relax. Make sure your asshole isn’t clenched because that raises your balls. And if you’re down there shaving with a clenched asshole, and for any reason your asshole unclenches, you’re balls will drop (again) and hell will break loose. It is better to shave them while they are low and have them clench upwards.
 
Step 7: Clean up all the pubes off of your body. This is no simple task. Water is an adhesive so you’ll have to detach the shower head and put that all up in your business. I like to turn on the bath and use that heavy rush of water to cleanse my body of those clingy cutoff pubes. Hop out the shower, dry off and look at your masterpiece Michelangelo. But you are not done yet!
 
Step 8: Similar to barbers, you will have missed a few hair and you’ll probably have a few 2 inch hairs amongst you’re gently coiffed pubes. Grab a pair of nail scissors or whatever tool you prefer and chop those suckers off. The majority will be on your balls. A fun thing I like to do that is totally fucking weird, is pulling long pubes on my balls and plucking them off. It is surprisingly easy to do so because of the loose ball skin. Don’t yank it out like a band-aid though or you’ll need a band-aid (Ha Ha.. I’m not funny)
 
Voila, you’re done. Get some aftershave on those freshly shaven balls to disinfect your nicks and make those meaty knockers smell like a man. Congratulations and I hope I was of some help!
 
Edit 1: Let't talk about asshole hair, (what a great conversation start^{furiouslyjotsdown)} that area can be shaved and it can look/feel good! But personally, I like to keep my Brown Eye of Sauron to myself. No traveller has dared venture down so I feel no need to shave.
Edit 2: One of my ball shaving colleagues has alerted me that the 'taint vein' is actually, "[A] scar, from where the skin fuses before birth and is called the perineal raphe." (Google it for some nice visuals)
 
Thank you all for the great response! Being on the front page of sex is something all my future employers will be impressed by. I recently shaved and I seriously mistook my junk for King David's jewels (obviously he is miles bigger) and I thought I'd right down exactly what I did.”

On December 30, 2023 I took my mom to the hospital because she kept falling and hit her head, after hours of waiting for results we found out she had a brain tumor. After many doctor appointments, my mom decided she didn’t want to do treatment because of where the tumor was and because her nephew passed years back from the same thing. She didn’t want to put us through that. On January 26, 2024 at 8:45a God called her home. I’ve never been so heartbroken in my life. I feel so lost without her. I’m trying to be strong for my daughter but it’s hard. I just want my mom. She’s already missed so much in such a short amount of time. My daughter’s 1st birthday, getting teeth, and her first steps. My heart breaks knowing my daughter won’t know her Gammie besides stories I tell her. She was an amazing mom, Gammie, and aunt. No one could ever compare. I start to call her and break down when I realize she’s not here to answer or I send her pictures/videos when my baby does something cute or silly. It’s just hard…💔

Hello autistic lesbians of reddit! First off, if minors are not allowed on the subreddit I do apologize. I also apologize in advance if this is too long or has grammar issues, part of my autism is a written language disability.
With that out of the way, I have some questions about getting my first short haircut. I have had very long hair my whole life, not because I liked it, but because I was afraid to change it. I hate it so much, It feels way too feminine and gives me sensory issues. I'm changing schools after going to the same on for 9 years, so I don't have to worry about peoples reactions to the change. So the end of this school year, I getting off my ass and getting my hair cut.
For one, should I go to a barber or a hairdresser? because I have so much hair (waist length) I'm not sure if a barber would know how to handle that. Should I just hack it all off first? But I'm concerned about a hairdresser just giving me an ugly pixie cut, or trying to push me to do something more girly.
Second, my hair texture. My hair is mostly very straight (the only straight part of me) but all of the shorter areas of my hair have some pretty strong waves. My curly/wavy haired friends said that if I cut it shorter, it will likely get wavy, and think that due to the wavy parts, and the way my hair acts the straightness is just the length weighing it down. Is this something I should be mention to a barbehairdresser, or factor into what hair style I'm getting.
Third, hairstyle. I'm thinking about doing something like a fauxhawk, but I'm very open to suggestions/ideas. Something lower maintenance would be awesome, due to haircuts being autistic hell, but not necessary. I would definitely like something shorter around the sides. I have an oval face shape, if that matters. Honestly If I cant decide, I might just buzz it. Maybe I'll dye it green too so I can be a tennis ball...
Forth, if I do go to a barber should I ask them if they cut women's in advance, and if so how should I phrase that. And should I notify them that I have autism, I don't want them to think I'm rude (when I'm overwhelmed I'm very curt and blunt) but I don't want to be turned down or infantilized.
I would really like to know exactly what I want and how to phrase that first, haircuts are already stressfully, the effort of having to decide something while I'm there would likely be to much to handle. I cant really get advice/help from parents/family on this because my dad knows nothing about hair and will let me do whatever, and my mom/sister are trying to push for me to not do it, or get something more girly.
Thank you so so much for reading all that, I hope you have an great day!

Hello lesbians of reddit! First off, if minors are not allowed on the subreddit I do apologize. I also apologize in advance if this is too long or has grammar issues, part of my autism is a written language disability.
With that out of the way, I have some questions about getting my first short haircut. I have had very long hair my whole life, not because I liked it, but because I was afraid to change it. I hate it so much, It feels way too feminine and gives me sensory issues. I'm changing schools after going to the same on for 9 years, so I don't have to worry about peoples reactions to the change. So the end of this school year, I getting off my ass and getting my hair cut.
For one, should I go to a barber or a hairdresser? because I have so much hair (waist length) I'm not sure if a barber would know how to handle that. Should I just hack it all off first? But I'm concerned about a hairdresser just giving me an ugly pixie cut, or trying to push me to do something more girly.
Second, my hair texture. My hair is mostly very straight (the only straight part of me) but all of the shorter areas of my hair have some pretty strong waves. My curly/wavy haired friends said that if I cut it shorter, it will likely get wavy, and think that due to the wavy parts, and the way my hair acts the straightness is just the length weighing it down. Is this something I should be mention to a barbehairdresser, or factor into what hair style I'm getting.
Third, hairstyle. I'm thinking about doing something like a fauxhawk, but I'm very open to suggestions/ideas. Something lower maintenance would be awesome, due to haircuts being autistic hell, but not necessary. I would definitely like something shorter around the sides. I have an oval face shape, if that matters. Honestly If I cant decide, I might just buzz it. Maybe I'll dye it green too so I can be a tennis ball...
Forth, if I do go to a barber should I ask them if they cut women's in advance, and if so how should I phrase that. And should I notify them that I have autism, I don't want them to think I'm rude (when I'm overwhelmed I'm very curt and blunt) but I don't want to be turned down or infantilized.
I would really like to know exactly what I want and how to phrase that first, haircuts are already stressfully, the effort of having to decide something while I'm there would likely be to much to handle. I cant really get advice/help from parents/family on this because my dad knows nothing about hair and will let me do whatever, and my mom/sister are trying to push for me to not do it, or get something more girly.
Thank you so so much for reading all that, I hope you have an great day!

Hello butches of reddit, First off, if minors are not allowed on the subreddit I do apologize. I also apologize in advance if this is too long or has grammar issues, part of my autism is a written language disability.
With that out of the way, I have some questions about getting my first short haircut. I have had very long hair my whole life, not because I liked it, but because I was afraid to change it. I hate it so much, It feels way too feminine and gives me sensory issues. I'm changing schools after going to the same on for 9 years, so I don't have to worry about peoples reactions to the change. So the end of this school year, I getting off my ass and getting my hair cut.
For one, should I go to a barber or a hairdresser? because I have so much hair (waist length) I'm not sure if a barber would know how to handle that. Should I just hack it all off first? But I'm concerned about a hairdresser just giving me an ugly pixie cut, or trying to push me to do something more girly.
Second, my hair texture. My hair is mostly very straight (the only straight part of me) but all of the shorter areas of my hair have some pretty strong waves. My curly/wavy haired friends said that if I cut it shorter, it will likely get wavy, and think that due to the wavy parts, and the way my hair acts the straightness is just the length weighing it down. Is this something I should be mention to a barbehairdresser, or factor into what hair style I'm getting.
Third, hairstyle. I'm thinking about doing something like a fauxhawk, but I'm very open to suggestions/ideas. Something lower maintenance would be awesome, due to haircuts being autistic hell, but not necessary. I would definitely like something shorter around the sides. I have an oval face shape, if that matters. Honestly If I cant decide, I might just buzz it. Maybe I'll dye it green too so I can be a tennis ball...
Forth, if I do go to a barber should I ask them if they cut women's in advance, and if so how should I phrase that. And should I notify them that I have autism, I don't want them to think I'm rude (when I'm overwhelmed I'm very curt and blunt) but I don't want to be turned down or infantilized.
I would really like to know exactly what I want and how to phrase that first, haircuts are already stressfully, the effort of having to decide something while I'm there would likely be to much to handle. I cant really get advice/help from parents/family on this because my dad knows nothing about hair and will let me do whatever, and my mom/sister are trying to push for me to not do it, or get something more girly.
Thank you so so much for reading all that, I hope you have an great day!

Platform(s): Likely a PC game, slight feeling it could possibly be a flash game, maybe not.
Genre: Competitive Party game of sorts, no real set gameplay. 2 players vs one another.
Estimated year of release: somewhere around the early 2000's? thinking 2008-2010. That is somewhere around when I saw the game being played by Pewdiepie back in the days.
Graphics/art style: The art was very bright and colorful, vibrant and trippy to an extent. Characters were colorful and neon, with a lot of crazy background patterns whilst the characters and assets were mostly detailed and cartoony.
Notable characters: Characters were just two buff muscular guys, weird looking and had unnatural skin colors. They likely had different hair styles to tell who was player 1 or player 2.
Notable gameplay mechanics: Game is a rather short VS. game, you and one opponent friend. First minigame was I guess a workout session with your buff character? After that ended, a voice went "What a workout~!!" and we cut to the second minigame, where your buff characters pose romantically and extend their tongues at each other, reaching for food rising up the screen. You had to eat fly-ridden sweets for points, and avoid vegetables because it made your character sick and cut points off. Afterwards, the final minigame had your characters heads suddenly flying off their bodies and rising to the sky, with a climactic singing in some?? language, then the heads start blasting rainbowish lasers from their mouths, and now you and your opponent had to try and maneuver the heads to destroy one another, and dubstep music played loudly. Whoever won the battle had their character's floating head quickly land over a detailed skull, and grin widely.
Other details: The one game I could compare (that was also played by Pewdiepie at the time) was "Muscle March" on the Wii, which was similar due to the characters being these muscular dudes. This game may have been seen in a one-off video? I can't find it on his channel even when I look up "weird/cute/kawaii" whatever game, may or may not be from a deleted video. This is the best info I can give.

I'm white and I've been dating my girlfriend (Asian) for a year now. She's always talking about wanting to get married and have "cute mixed babies" in the future, but I'm not feeling it.
Particularly it weirds me out that my son would be (half-)Asian. Like we all know the stereotypes about Asian men being short, ugly, feminine, have a small dick etc... Even my girlfriend says she's not attracted to Asian men and I look at her features and can't help thinking that they'd look really really bad on a male. AITAH for not wanting my son to be that?

I met a girl back a few years ago. The second I saw her, I knew I was head over heals for her. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I dreamt of dating her and doing all these fun things with her. But after that year, I began the think I could never get with her. So I gave up and stopped thinking of her as much as I did. But about a year later, my mom got remarried and I had a step brother that was a bit younger than me. He had been in some relationships before, and I thought he could give me some good advice. He did have good advice, and even convinced me to confess to this girl. I was still terrified of her, so I asked her out over text. That was the first mistake. Long story short, she said yes after I asked her to be my girlfriend. I was overjoyed that I had managed to get with my dream girl. I texted her everyday. But there was one red flag that I didn't catch at the time. She never texted me first. But when I asked her out, it was early summer. He hung out once over the summer and that was to go roller skating together. But I missed another red flag. She invited friends to go with us. I wouldn't be just us. That was the only time I saw her that summer. Finally as August rolled around, school was getting back in. I saw her everyday and we even had some of the same classes together. But there was one small problem. We never talked to each other. A few mouths of texting her everyday, but not saying a word to her, I thought it would be a good idea to text her "I love you." She never responded to that. I do admit, that was my fault for telling her that even though we never even say hello to each other. But I thought it was right at the time since we had been dating about six mouths at this point. Sometimes I would tell her how cute I thought she was, but I never got anything back, which did make me a bit sad, but it's whatever. After doing all of that, I thought it would be a good idea to talk to her in person about our relationship. I asked her why she never said anything back, because I was tjay dumb back then. But all I got for a response was "I'm a shy girl." I feel like the least she could have done was said something to contribute to the conversation. But I think she realized that I was in the relationship for something a bit more serious. She was just there to try it out. since then, she avoided me, and I her. Finally, I got sick of it. I talked to her one last time. It was to break up with her. I have a speech about the things that I did wrong and I was hoping for a conversation between us since it was the end of our relationship. All she said was "I understand." But in a cheery way. She was happy that I did that. Later that day, I was talking to one of my friends about what had happened and he happened to be close to my ex. Not so close that he was wanting to date her though. He knew what she was thinking the whole relationship. She only said yes at the beginning to be nice. She never had the same feelings for me that I did for her. I had never felt that amount of love for anybody in my entire life before. The way she acted around me also made it seem like she hated me. I loved her so much so this breakup really hurt me. But I knew I had to do it to make her happy. So I did. But ever since then, I've had a mild hate for her. I don't know why. I think I'm mostly in the wrong for this. But now I can t stop thinking about her. I think about her the way I thought about her when I first saw her. I can't get over her no matter what I do. So I turn to reddit to ask for advice to get over.

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I'm short on cash till my next pay, would appreciate if someone could lend me $100 till next Friday so I could cover the following expenses (gas, laundry, haircut, milk)
thank you in advance.