Wrist tattoos sayings

Sick p0rn videos wherein dudes slap and punch women concussions are traumatizing, stories of domestic violence are traumatizing, but worse is stranger-violence on women (like the recent NYC trend of black psycho dude(s) punching white women randomly, with legal impunity), but the worst of the worst is police violence toward helpless defenceless women, and boy oh boy is there plenty in that category, and they too have legal impunity.
Makes one physically sick to think of how traumatized these women must have become of law-enforcers, of saying no (punching women if they resist arrest is very legal and encouraged and taugh to all cops as training), of touching strangers, of being drunk in public, of flirting with the wrong dude while drunk, of men in general, and even more sickening is the knowledge that they'd forever be brain-damaged and basically on a set path toward slow and painful death, and the most blood-boiling is the fact that these psychos never face any consequences.
Majority of cops are domestic abusers themselves, in fact, cops were the ones who resisted illegalizing domestic violence in the 80s the most when it was illegalized; majority of cops are psychopaths; there's literally no reason, none, zero, nil, whatsoever, to believe that cops serve the people, neither economical (they get their salaries regardless), nor judicial (cops effectively have impunity), nor moral (only psychos are attracted to job-openings for cops, the way things are).
Likewise, women who feel safe in public, in people's presence, assuming they're there to protect them, are wholly mistaken too; random street assaults on women are very legal, samaritans punished, and chivilry long dead.
Likewise, there's no reason for a woman to feel safe in a domestic setting either, because domestic violence is universally legal too (as in, the punishment for it is a slap of the wrist, if at all), and the numbers haven't changed much; it's still as prevelent as it was before.
Richard Wrangham's work on Chimps and human evol psychology is very disturbing and pessimistic too; there's literally no hope of things ever changing. Democracy is the root cause of all evil, but at least under it, there's the illusion that women are cared for and protected for, at least it sustains the fantasy of women being treated as first class citizens with basic human rights (all a lie); once the democratic house of cards built on fiat-fiasco collapses, like that Iranian girl-reddittor's prophesy, we'd be back to square one, the west would resemble the Islamic states like it did a few centuries ago, feminism would be long dead, feminists witch-hunted, and women would lose all their rights.
Trapped in a cycle of being angry, mad, sad, daydreaming of changing the laws, fixing the mess, realizing that it's never gonna happen, being depressed, feeling helpless, powerless, searching for some silver lining, binging on theoretical back-and-forth arguments, imagining an alternate society, daydreaming of changing the laws and fixing to mess to reach that alternate way of things, only to be depressed again, over and over and over.
If I could I would go undo all these memories, all this online trauma; funny that nude pics and videos are generally censored and blurred all over the internet, spoilers tagged and marked as such too, but these highly disturbing mentally traumatizing videos circulate mainstream freely as though a normal part of life, as though uncensored boobs are more dangerous to society than a sight of a woman punched and knocked out with her nose bleeding! Not surprising; we're descendants of psychopaths; most of kids' cartoon shows are pretty violent and vile too, and these kids are allowed and feel thrilled to watch boxing/wrestling matches, and with all this equal-rights-equal-fights nonsense, watching women knocked out by men is only a natural step forward; a sick desensitized society of psychopaths.
Regret is the worst feeling ever, and helplessness even worse... No way out; none.

Just curious about everyone’s thoughts on this. Let’s say your mentor held his/her end of the bargain. You learned everything you needed to build machines and tattoo a wide range of styles.
They were fair to you. Didn’t harass or demean you. Minimal cleaning responsibility. In the beginning we’re allowed to keep 100% of the money for tip only tattoos(in the beginning they bring in clients for practice. If they get tipped I collected nothing.) And then switched to a 50/50 split for the first year then 60/40. All supplies included. Yearly cash bonus as well as a full week of collecting 100% rate of the artists choice.
My apprentice left after receiving his license 5 months ago. It seems like the new generation of tattooers does not respect tradition. I’m genuinely curious about people’s thoughts on this. When I came up, the idea was you worked atleast 2 years as a form of gratitude for the license and knowledge.

Me [23M], and my partner [32F], are currently doing a month long trip in various cities across Vietnam. From the beginning we have both noticed people staring, and sometimes very clearly talking about us, sometimes even laughing. I'm aware that I look a bit younger than my age, and don't have any tattoos, whereas my partner has lots of visable tattoos. My point is that we look like we are from very different crowds, but we love one another all the same. I'm really confused because pretty much every local we've had a dialogue with come across kind and personable, but then we get people clearly talking about us or giving very obvious glares. It's starting to make us both quite uncomfortable tbh. These situations mainly occur when we are sitting down having a meal or drink. I also don't want to give the impression that the majority of people are doing this, because in reality, it's a very small percentage of people we come across that are doing this. In saying that, it's happening frequently enough for me to want to post about it. If anyone has some insight into what's going on here, we would both really appreciate it. I'm pretty sure at this point it has something to do with the age gap, but I really don't want to assume that's what's going on. I'm really hoping people are just looking at me and thinking I look funny or something haha. Regardless of these situations, both of us are really enjoying our holiday in this beautiful country, and plan to return in the coming years.

This is going to be long, sorry about that.
Hi, so I, a male (27), I have to put the reality that I have a bulged disc and have to to rest for 2 months while I get back to normal; with the assistance of physical therapist, medicine, and rest/ stretches. I have told my family but well they said “you still have to pull your weight” but that pain is an 11/10 after a while. I’m doing better now as I’m able to stand and walk longer; sitting takes its toll still. But they really don’t like me to rest. My mom (F, 52) advocates to go against PT advice and well she did that and now she has a calcified herniated disc due to her stubbornness; she didn’t want to listen to her own PT’s advice.
So my family takes these stray pregnant cat into the apartment. We noticed she has a flea collar and looked clean; but she could have been out there for months or weeks. And well the stray actually gave birth that same day. So that great right? Well on the 3rd day of having her; we were Looking for 2 kittens that ran around and we found them. However, my mom hears the dog howling downstairs and is like “if you go down there, bring him up, my poor dog is losing it”. The dog is a chihuahua / Yorkie mix that clearly has separation anxiety. So I go down there, take a break while they are upstairs and raise my legs cause pain started coming. I bring the dog back up because well she said “they’ve brought the dogs up and it’s went well”. So I bring the dog up, struggling, but I do it (I’m using a cane). We had a gate that would keep the stray in a room. As I get there, my sister (F, 25) is next to the gate. My mom says “let him down”, to which I do. The stray hears that and my sister to slow to react, being next to the gate allows the cat to shove the gate and goes for my dog. I jump into action and try holding the cat down with my arm cause well, it’s my dog; had him since a puppy for crying out loud. And I saw her stance, we own cats (for years), stray was getting ready to jump and attack my dog, so I had to jump. But remember I have a bulged disc on my right side. So I jump and she leaves me with 4 bites; deep hole in my wrist and forearm and a bunch of scratches. I mean seeing that on my body, I’ve never been so enraged. The damage was insane and that happened like 12:45-1pm. But I got up; hurting up my progress for my disc and my arm beat with holes; both on my right side, mind you. My sister and mother tell me told me to leave and didn’t thank me for preventing another attack on my dog. I went downstairs trying to calm down. My mom tried to remedy it to gain sympathy and I’m like “kick the stray out or once the babies are good, kick her out”. I felt like reprimanding the stray for how she left my body and hurt my dog. I was trying to calm down and my mother decided to blast music and I’m like “can you turn it off for a few minutes? I’m trying to calm down”. She respond with “No I want some noise, some music”. I responded with “or call animal control cause I’m going up there for quietness, it was that loud. She’s like “no and says I’ll call the police on you if you go up there”. I’m like “call them, I just took a photo of my arm and it’s time stamped before you call them because she is a stray”. I go there and just drop on the bed but my sister and mom were telling me to leave. It doesn’t stop bleeding so I call my GF (F 25) because she has had cats and dogs and saved strays too. And she also agree that if she attacked once. She agrees I did the right thing to protect my dogs and I confided in her in how I wanted to reprimand the cat because my family told me to the leave the room and didn’t help me calm down. My GF advised that I got to the ER after I told her the situation to get my rabies shot. So I went, as I’m there my bulged disc starts hurting like crazy. I try using multiple chairs to elevate my legs to reduce the pain but pain is like 8/10. I had to do scans for an x-ray and my arm I notice is still squirting and oozing and entry bite wounds are black, my wrist is swollen to the point gravity hurts it; I honestly felt like crying; back is now 8/10 in pain and wrist 9/10. The radiologist made me do poses that were uncomfortable and hurt like crazy. They do a bl$&d analysis and are like “we think we’re gonna give you antibiotics and re-administer some vaccines cause that stray looks like it had something in its bites, as determined from the entry wounds. The swelling was also another worrisome thing about it, so they gave 3 Tylenols, tetanus shot, rabies shot, and 4 antibiotics for each wound. They were painful and I had gone through so much pain for the day, I could barely walk home at this point and felt like my right arm and leg were gonna fall off my body. At this time I realized my family didn’t even offer to help me. When I got home I needed to raise my legs for a few minutes and didn’t want to be in their vicinity. As I’m still letting that help me, my sister is like “Hi, scoot over, my drink is here” and I’m like “There is an empty sofa over there?” And she says “is it even that bad?” referring to my right wrist and forearm injury from the stray. I’m like “no shit, if I got 8-9 shots, now give me a minute, I’ll move soon”. She’s like “well I want to sit here”. I’m like “how about you check on the stray you sided with while I protected our dog? And stop being a d@$&head” And she makes the excuse “she stopped or was gonna stop!” And she said “you didn’t have to stop her”. I’m like “I did something you both weren’t going to do or were to slow to do and I needed to protect our dog” and her response is “who’s gonna protect her?”. My mom smiling and laughing and I’m like “I protect our dog and not even a thank you, Screw it”. And I continued with “yall didn’t really care if I was okay not even to help”. Luckily my GF was on the phone hearing everything and as I’m talking her to make me feel less alone, my mom blasts the music on purpose so I couldn’t hear her or her me but I had earphones with a mic. We concluded that it was best to Alienate myself from my family. AITA for trying to remove the cats?
Update 1: So it’s been a week since I wrote this. We tried to have someone from a none-profit organization to collect the kittens cause the living environment that my family has them in includes housing them in a location that can be taken at anytime. Feeding them from 3-6 hours, not picking up the feces or fecal matter. We tried talking to them the day before about surrendering the cats. So I wouldn’t have to call animal control and go straight to a caring resource. My family threatened to destroy my property and things, including kicking me out to an unstable apartment or throwing my stuff out, if I didn’t return the cats. I ended up crying in the middle of a train station with my GF and made a compromise to keep my stuff until I move it to storage (like my family wanted) and live with my family once I returned the cats. So I comprised and brought the cats back.
Update 2: it’s been 2 weeks and now my family wants me to leave, even though they have the cats. And that I need to go but I don’t have anywhere to officially go. Do you have any words for my situation?

Quick rundown is that I’m an HLAB27+ 32yo female with family history of AS (dad and grandfather). Various symptoms for about 17 years but only recently saw a rheumy who is “highly suspicious” that I have AS but no official diagnosis yet. MRI did show some edema and inflammation in left SI joint but it was fairly minimal so not a slam dunk for diagnosis. Next step is trying a biologic (Humira) as diagnostic tool and pray it helps. Feels worth saying that I have an active lifestyle and exercise / eat well and drink minimally. I do have a stressful job as a junior executive at a movie studio but I manage the stress okay for the most part.
I’ve had increasingly bad flare up type experiences but without the official diagnosis I’m curious if this does indeed sound like an AS flare up to you all.
When I have multiple demanding days in a row - in this case it was flying from NY to Florida May 11-14 for a trip to Disney World, flying NY to LA May 16 for multiple 12 hour work days with lots of work socializing, and a day at Disneyland with my best friend on May 19 before flying back to NY on May 20 - I am absolutely physically wrecked after. On my flight back yesterday I cried almost the whole time. Everything hurts but the worst is my neck/jaw/face that is absolutely unbearable. Ears feel full and hurt, likely from the TMJ. Headaches all over. Low back and mid back also deeply aching and tight. Wrists and ankles hurt as well. IBS flares. Super stiff all around. And not dizziness but just feeling like I’m in a total blurry fog. If I were to describe it without knowing anything about AS, I would say it just feels like my whole body swells up with anger and everything hurts so much. I slept 10 hours last night and only feel worse. Honestly feeling like this makes me want to die in the moment but I know I’ll have good days again.
I typically manage my pain fairly well with exercise and a daily routine that works for me but the last 10 days have thrown me completely off. Sometimes I worry this is just what being run down feels like for anyone but I don’t think so?? If I had the clear diagnosis I’d be like okay this is a flare up, but I wonder what others of you think… does this sound like an AS flare up?

I F28 met this guy M38 at a pool party. We had conversation about our tattoos or mostly his. Quite flirty or just like that with everyone, not sure. He was decently drunk when we met, but when he found out I was vegetarian, he insisted that he wanted to take me out for a dinner to this vegetarian restaurant as he barely meets any vegetarians in the country we are in (both expats). He said he lived 10 years in India (but later in our sober conversation I found out that he lived in an ashram in Brazil 🙄). Since I am a Hindu, there is definitely intrigue there. He asked for insta but since I don’t have insta, we exchanged numbers and didn’t interact much through the night. He seemed like a social butterfly, probably flirting along the way. Then he texted me a day later, and we did meet. It was nice. He did suggest that he wanted a long term partner, and that he would only consider a vegetarian. He asked me about my past relationships. The next day we went to a music event with one of his friends where he suggested that my texts are quite straight forward (🤷🏽‍♀️) and then he would like to be my friend and that we could build a friendship slowly slowly. This was probably a response to me suggesting that it takes me a long time to consider someone my genuine friend beyond casual / situational friends. I left the country for a bit after but we have been texting on and off since then. I am not sure if he is being nice / flirty or is he actually interested. He initiated conversation and asked me to take pictures of every part of my life back home and send them to him asked things about me, and says things like “get back here soon” and checks in on me after a few days with good morning beautiful. He has asked for a birthday gift (I left on his birthday) when I am back next week, and would like to meet me for another dinner. I sent him a lot of pictures (which I took specifically for him) and he said he will look at them and get back to me. This was 4-5 days ago, but no response since then. I am just very confused if he is a h*e, wants to be friends, or interested in more? Also, he broke up with one of his ex because he wants to be with someone vegetarian. When he was drunk, he kept insisting that I must want to build a vegetarian family. 🤣 He also said once that all most of his friends are female. I am very confused because I feel like there is a lot of mixed signals.

Obligatory on mobile so awkward formatting and throwaway because he knows my reddit account. Long story.
I come to ask the Reddit crowd to be kind with me as I legitimately have no idea what to do. My boyfriend and I have been dating for 7 months now and are on the verge of a break-up because of several reasons.

• His long term ex girlfriend has been harassing us for 7 months. I've blocked her everywhere but she is adamant on contacting me. Her messages usually vary from asking for forgiveness, her moving on, I'm ugly and other insults about my appearance and identity, how she was the third party, how I was the third party, how desperate I am, how she cares about me, how she plans to destroy my academic and social life, etc.
  
• They had closure sex a few days before we went on our first date. In his defense, we were not exclusive back then and I told him before in the past that I'd probably find someone like him but not him specifically to date; and that I didn't date; so he only confessed because I pushed him to under the impression he liked another girl. Ex girlfriend shared some of their deleted conversation and he had been refusing to meet with her. They only met that day because she had gone to the front door of their home and up until the end of their conversation he was angry and asking for her to leave.
  
• He confessed the closure sex happened before we agreed to start seeing each other exclusively. But he didn't tell me exactly when it happened, just that it was recent to that conversation. When his ex girlfriend told me by blasting my face on social media the exact dates, he denied it happened on those specific days. He assured me for 4 months that it did not happen.
  
• According to him, she had been pestering him for a few weeks prior to that meeting and promised to stop her advances if they had one final time together. They had sex and a few days later, he told me that I shouldn't worry about her possibly pestering us because he had already "fixed" the problem.
  
• Ex girlfriend was not satisfied and kept messaging for him to go back to her with clips of her slashing her wrists, warning him that she would really kill herself, sending goodbye messages, etc. He at first would respond and tried to call her a few times to check if she was still alive but ended their conversation after he had mailed her remaining stuff back to her (a few essentials: IDs, etc.) After that, she waited for him outside his house several times to beg either inebriated or sober. Other times she would send messages through financial apps with those short messages because he had blocked her on everything even GMail.
  
• He says he doesn't want to go back to that relationship because of how emotionally draining it was. I can vouch for this detail because he had been saying this even before we liked each other, and I had seen their correspondences with each other over the years. She had an unbelievable amount of fake accounts she would cycle through because she would get verbally abusive (you're ugly, you deserve none of the success you have right now, posting his nudes, sending wrist slicing videos, you're lucky I decided to love you, etc.) and would blow up over seemingly nothing. Her own admission, she would get into fits that would end up either getting them into physical fights or him trying to hug her and sort of hold her down until she calms.
  
• He has her blocked everywhere but would occasionally view her Tiktok. He says he isn't in love with her anymore and does not desire a relationship, just that a part of him still cares for her and feels bad because he had promised that he was never going to leave but did.
  
• Up until recently, she was trying to reach out to my friends (people she does not know) and had been telling them I was a third party. She made a groupchat and asked my friends not to tell me and my boyfriend (they did tell us).
  
• She had messaged me multiple times that she knew where I lived and studied and that she was going to wait for me outside my buildings. I didn't want to talk to her before because I had already seen her tendencies based on their correspondences and her messages to me, and I still don't want to contact her even now. She talks shit about my identity, my vag*na, my deceased parents, everything she can target to get under my skin.
  

My boyfriend is adamant he does not hold romantic feelings for her anymore and that he isn't staying because I'm the safer option (in the sense that I am avoidant and have admittedly blindsided my past situationships/ partners and could very well do the same with him). He tells me he's not settling for me and that he genuinely wants to make our relationship work because he knows he only has one shot with me and that he feels genuine for me. It is easier for the both of us to leave the relationship because both are avoidant people, but he is trying to go against his trauma and avoidant tendencies to remain with me. He just fails sometimes (checking her tiktok, etc.)
Currently, we are very open with one another and have good communication (regular relationship checks, we never get into screaming matches). He has never called me names, he takes responsibility for his actions and has accepted blame for every single event that has happened (the lying, the tiktok, ex's harassment) and has not done those since we discussed each issue. Another is that he has been improving himself and his tendencies that hurt me emotionally as well (fixing problems on his own and only informing me they exist well after the fact, not sharing emotions, etc.). I have trouble vouching for this because we had just become friends later in the previous year, but from what I can logically deduce it is true.
THE PROBLEM, finally. I am losing feelings for him because I feel underappreciated, undervalued, and I genuinely feel like I was his second option. Due to the amalgamation of the things we have faced together, I am misinterpreting the pain from those into distrust for him.
To his credit, and if you remove the harassment problem, he has been a good boyfriend to me. We used to regularly go out on dates (used to because both of us are swamped with work, so now he just invites me to future plans after we finish said work), he cooks me food and pays for my meals whenever I allow it (gifts and gestures like this make me feel like I'm a callgirl so we avoid it), bringing me to events I would enjoy (movie showings, concerts, recreational parks) for free (he pays), is physically affectionate, and accompanies me in my commute everyday to and from work regardless if we have fought each other that day, would physically go to me just to talk, spends hours past his curfew if our serious conversations have not finished, etc.
I genuinely still want to work on my trust for him, I want to gain it back and move past our problems. I want to be able to support him because I do know I would also be fucked up if I came from said experience. I don't want to leave him alone because I empathize with what he has gone through and the effects they have on him, but I don't know how to help him. More importantly, I don't know how to process my own feelings about the matter.
This is an incredibly long post and I realize the easier way would be to leave. But I want to give our relationship a fighting chance before we break up. It's not the smart choice, it's not the beneficial choice either. But it's a choice I'm still considering.
TLDR: Because of harassment and other problems, I feel unloved and underappreciated by my boyfriend and am falling out of love. How do I stop losing feelings for him because of circumstances?

Tldr: I went to a fancy local barbershop and a guy there shamed me for moving into the neighborhood he called a local red zone. Lost me as a customer after only one visit.
So, I moved into what I would consider to be a decent neighborhood. (Considering where I am from)
My first home. I'm proud. So there's a barbershop two blocks down and I noticed they employ a particular kind of barber. Lots of tattoos, not alot of clothes. They call it "men's salon" So I'm sitting there, eager to meet new people and when you tell people you just move in, there's lots of options for conversations.
So I'm talking to the lady and it's typical banter, glad to be here, we love the neighborhood.
So the guy notices me talking and comes near us and starts sweeping. I mentioned earlier that I lived down the street, so that maybe they would catch on I could be a good regular. (Walking distance barber? Jackpot) nearly naked ladies cutting hair... I'm in.
So, he goes "you said you bought a house down [this] road?" I'm like yea... he says " isn't that a red zone" Now mind you... I'm originally from an actual red zone. (Long story) So I kind of got confused I mean, I met all my neighbors, all retired. They all seem to own several houses on the block so it's super quiet here. Bunch of air BNB's couple kids playing basketball.
So I said.... doesn't seem too bad. I hadn't noticed anything. I'm from an area relatively famous for car jackings, shootings and gangs... All I hear is bugs and birds.
Then he says "your daughter go to school at such and such" He looks at the lady cutting my hair and goes "isn't that a uniform school?"
So at this point I'm like fuck this guy. He starts bad mouthing the whole city, saying it's basically a college town with no college.
I felt like shit. I was 3 days into this neighborhood. I really liked it.
Why did he shit on my parade?
I haven't gone back in 3 years. I walk past there all the time and I hate them. It's like 50$ for a haircut anyway. And the lady there is a freaking wizard with a scissor. I don't see his car anymore. Maybe I will stop in again.
That's no way to treat a potential long term customer.

I am a 24 year old 5'4 women with a young looking face. When I was a camp counselor at 19 an adult mistook me for a camper, all who were 11-12. When I was 22 chaperoning middle schoolers to an escape room for work I was asked by the employee where the adult was. Same year I went to a rock climbing gym with a first date, was filling out the paperwork and was assumed to be a minor. Worker apologized but then asked me if it was a "genetic thing." At 23 I went to a concert and before they stamped my wrist to allow me to drink they triple checked my id asking me my birthdate and address. Earlier this year I was eating out with a family and all of their young children plus me were given bendy straws with their drinks but not the other adults.
Every time I get told I look like I'm in highschool or even middle school it's always followed up with "you'll be thankful when you're older." First of all, no I won't. Age is often equated with wisdom. When I'm 80 I want people to see me as that old and assume that I have lived experience that goes with it. When I'm 40 I want people to look at me and assume I have had 20 years of work experience, not 10. I don't want to work twice as hard for respect my whole life or have it debated if I'm old enough to drink at 35.
Second point, saying someone will be thankful they look young later is not helpful to someone now. If you assume someone is in highschool you assume they have the responsibility and life experience of a high schooler and treat them accordingly. Like they can't vote, haven't lived without their parents and so on. If you're trying to date in your 20s and they say you look under 18 that obviously feels weird and honestly a little gross. And if you're relating to people in a work setting your age comes up in every conversation where you're asked if you're still in school (usually college) and assumed to have no previous work experience. And there will be people who think you're lying when you tell them your age and after think it's highly original to say "You'll be thankful when you're older." It's not that it's mean. It's just not helpful and I'm tired of having to smile and pretend I haven't heard it countless times before.

Hi everybody. Probably just venting here, it's a long read and there's so much more.
I am a 35f that is living back at home due to a breakup. I have a history of depression, anxiety, ptsd. I was molested by my half brother from my mother's first marriage. He was living with his father for 10 years before he came to live with us when I was 4. He said he did it to me to get back at my mom. My mom had a bad past too. She was raped by her stepfather, and my grandmother denied it and basically blamed my mom for it even when he admitted it to my grandmother. And my grandmother stayed with him. Long story short, my parents are classic gen X thinking I'm lazy and I'm the problem. They don't understand how things are different when it comes to saving money, jobs, buying a house. They don't believe in mental health issues, that it's the person's problem. I have been contemplating sxixide a lot. Imagining where I'd do it, how I'd do it. Planning. I opened up to my mom about it and she doesn't know what to do. She is so emotionally immature and developmentally stunted she gets offended if I have stuff going on in my life and don't give her my attention when she demands it or wants it. Well, we were watching George and Mary on TV and there's a part with suicide where G is shown how to properly slit his wrists. wrists. My mom snickers. This is the second time she has laughed at something mentioning suicide shortly after telling her how I feel. The first time she said "you keep talking about it, just do it" to the TV. She is passive aggressive and crazy like this. And she will deny it if I bring it up to her. I am stuck here because in my last relationship I did everything to save it and racked up debt and lost my savings. I have nowhere to go and I'm grateful I'm able to be here. But my parents are so dysfunctional and I can't pretend to be okay with this anymore. My dad is former military. He was gone all the time and blames the military for our nonexistent relationship. He doesnt take into account that when he was not on deployment he was stuck on the computer doing whatever. He should have never had a family because he is so selfish and doesn't do anything with us. My mom acts like she succeeded in life when she's basically a mail order bride. She would have nothing without my dad's retirement. She's lazy, doesn't clean. Acts like everyone should kiss her feet because she cooks 1-3 times a week. She doesn't have a job BTW.
I am so sick of this toxicity. We can't talk about our problems because dad will just tell us to shut the fuck up. We have always just shoved shit under the rug. Both my parents are emotionally immature and stunted. I can't fake it til I make it with this. I am disgusted. I don't know what to do. I am planning on saving money to buy a rv and live in it so I can get the fuck out but it'll take a long time because of my debts.
Edit: the point being, she says she's strong and doesn't know why I am the way I am. I can remember since my childhood her always talking about herself and one day I finally yelled at her, "I AM NOT YOU"

So my bf went on a class trip recently to an amusememt park, and while he was there he got a henna tattoo which he really liked. This was like 2 weeks ago maybe? Well, today, my sister came in and told me that our mutual friend had texted her telling her that my bf had been "raving" about how hot the henna artist was. A little background on this friend, I used to have a bit of a thing with him before me and my bf got back together (we were broken up for a bit, he's cheated on me before) and this friend has done things in the past to try to break up me and my bf and also when I was in a situationship w another friend he tried to sabotage it as well. So I don't know if I can trust his word. When I asked my bf if he said the henna girl was hot (I wasn't mad I just wanted to know) he said that he didn't say she was hot, that he was talking about how his friend said she was hot and was joking that they should go back and get her number. When I asked him if he was lying he said he "didn't know" if he had said she was hot or not but that he was sure he was talking about his friend. Idk who to believe or what to do :/

I've lived very spoiled because I have always been a good kid and straight A student until adulthood. My parents would grant me my every wish. I am 30F. But only problem is they are so critical of everyone I date. They expect me to marry a good man. but they have also scared so many of the men I've truly liked. Those men who want to marry me only want me because I am a "good girl". It's creepy and it makes me feel weird.
I don't believe in relationships or love anymore. I just want to date someone they wouldn't approve of.
My background: my family is involved in politics in Mexico and I have to represent them. If I post a risqué picture they say no that's not classy take it off- even if just showing a bikini. I don't ever post bikini pictures. Once I liked a guy with tattoos and my grandmother through a fit. She screamed at me. I cried that whole day. She said I shouldn't date any men with tattoos. I am traumatized of trying to impress them. If a guy comments on my pictures someone would say, "take that comment off, he looks like a low life." My mom never allowed me to date the guy who I truly felt something for and felt the same way, she said it would "devastate my family and he wouldn't be allowed in the house. That he would only break my heart. " I've cried so much. There is so much pain in my heart.
When I went to my dream club in Mexico my uncle told my cousin and his best friend to keep a close eye on me. They hired bodyguards. We had a VIP front table and I met some actor and asked of a picture but every guy who would ask me to dance would have to ask my cousin for permission but they would leave to do c0ke in the restroom and I had my chance. but It went to the extent that if I wanted to go to the bathroom, the security said no you cant go alone. Until I told them this is enough this is too much. Let me be!. Then my cousin got into an alteration with a guy who was giving me a rose. And once his best friend asked me on a date, my cousin went behind my back and told him to "stay the fuck away from her." My cousin simply said, "he's into drugs, he is no good for you." It was an amazing night except them getting in the way of who I date! Why can't I have that crazy moment and wild moment with a guy. I met someone I truly connected with that night but my family scared him away.
all the best kisses I've ever received were there in Mexico in clubs. but then I would get paranoid and look around and thinkg what if someone knows me or my family and they talk. I am still so innocent I haven't even seen a guy naked or French kissed anyone. that is why I go for the "bad boys," because my whole life they kept trying to arrange me to date and marry men they approve of but some of them have been the worst men I've ever met in my whole life!!! I want to have an adventure with someone not have sex but just learn how to kiss and learn about men's body. But everytime I date someone I keep thinking "will my family approve of them." I care so much about what they think. But they will run their mouth anyway. And what if my type is guys with tattoos who smoke. I am tired of pretending. I want to learn how to French kiss with one of those guys. Why is is to bad
I usually cry every other night to sleep when I remember who I used to like who they didn't approve of. He's moved on but you cant help but think the what ifs. and I don't drink but I have been drinking more to numb this feeling

I've been wanting to get a japanese tattoo saying "Gluttony" in honour of my weight loss journey. Just checking in here to get a good grip on how it should be written so I don't end up with "Miso Soup" or "Doughball" written on me.

I am hoping that as a Palestinian myself, this is a space where I can be real, as the world has repeatedly denied for people like me to do just so we can make the Israelis comfortable. It would be absurd to deny a Jew a right to feel anger and hatred towards the Nazis, no?
Say what you want about how I feel about this. I don’t think I am alone in feeling this way about them. I’d even go as far as to say that I think anyone who feels this way is actually normal and in touch with reality. Not everybody deserves empathy and sympathy. I don’t think it’s evil to think this way. I think such things need to be earned, not given. The Israelis have done nothing to deserve them. Their country has done nothing to deserve them.
Giving empathy and sympathy to those who simply don’t deserve them is not cute or healthy. It doesn’t make us elevated individuals or whatever delusional nonsense they want us to believe. It makes us permissive and soft on stances we should be firm on. It makes us blur the lines on where we should stand. In this case where Palestine has been going through a gradual ethnic cleansing and genocide since the 1940s that is as clear as day, we don’t get to pussyfoot and act so confused. Either we are against the premeditated rape, murder, land theft, colonialism and imperialism, or we’re totally fine with it.
That being said, it is clear where I stand. I hate Israel and its people, not because they’re Jewish but because they have shown themselves to be a fundamentally rotten and evil society. I understand that it’s “not all Israelis” who condone this. I also understand that those who do condone and encourage what’s happening to the Palestinians are not a fringe minority, but a mainstream majority.
Many of them believe that they’re “God’s chosen people” and that they are entitled to commit the most atrocious evils in the most narcissistic, entitled, audacious fashion. Many of them believe that the destruction in Gaza is not enough. The average Israeli “civilian” acts like a psycho in the West Bank with the backing of the IOF. Most notable of all, they invaded Rafah right after Holocaust Memorial Day, of which the purpose of such day is to proclaim “Never Again” just to commit “Again” the day after. They even got their children joining in the destruction of humanitarian aid and spewing out some of the most atrocious rhetoric at hate mobs.
The Israelis not only invoke hatred within me, but also a deep, bottomless, inconsolable disappointment. Everything about them induces a visceral reaction of disgust whenever I see them and their wretched flag. It is honestly insane to me that a population can be so overwhelmingly vile and that we share a planet with them. I begin to understand why many Jews nowadays denounce and divorce themselves from Israel and its people, because it truly is a terrible time to even be remotely associated with such an embarrassment.
These “Israelis” shouldn’t have been granted a country. We shouldn’t have been forced to live side-by-side with them after what they have shown themselves to be, nor should the Jewish people all across the world feel obligated to pledge allegiance to such toxic waste.
Their country is nothing but an extension of western colonialism and imperialism that thrives off of the rape, murder, and theft of innocent Palestinians. It’s an aggressive, malignant cancer plaguing the Middle East that needs to be taken out for the sake of humanity and all that is good. We have no reason to be fine with them living with us if this is what their existence requires. They never were intent on living peacefully and it was understood since day one that to establish such country required terrorism. It was understood that their country’s founding must be done at our expense.
Those people had the nerve and audacity to come into Palestine as refugees post-Holocaust, pleading to not have their hopes destroyed. Now they claim so proudly that they’ve turned a barren desert into a thriving country, and that either we were primitive sand-dwellers who made no use of the land or we simply didn’t exist as a people. They say they beautified our land when anyone with a functioning pair of eyes can see that they’ve turned it into a dystopian nightmare with all these bleak walls, checkpoints, and settlements, inhabited by some of the ugliest people with the ugliest hearts.
They have the nerve to paint themselves as permanent victims and make it look like their ugliest crimes are simply trauma responses to the Holocaust, like the Holocaust somehow justifies what they’re doing. I’m so sick and tired of hearing about the Holocaust and the awful mental gymnastics it takes to justify the unjustifiable. I honestly just don’t want to hear about it anymore because they’ve made it a horrendously boring excuse rather than a historical reminder to bear.
I’m also sick and tired of the painfully obvious enablement of their psychotic behaviours, especially by the Western world. We’re told the encampments on university campuses make Jewish people uncomfortable, despite the fact that there are many Jews at the forefront of protests nowadays. If they are so uncomfortable by such sights on university campuses, they can look the other way like they do with genocide committed in their name.
I feel no sorrow for the Israeli people. I am honestly apathetic to the suffering they endured on October 7. Many of us saw this coming because we knew they had it coming. The international community has failed spectacularly in bringing about justice and Israel has received nothing more than a slap on the wrist when they deserve far worse for their unapologetically blatant barbarism. It is precisely the same international community that allowed for this cursed partition plan to even become a reality, which created this breeding ground for Jewish Zionist European depravity.
I don’t feel sorry for a people who didn’t care when Gaza was being bombed, when humanitarian aid is proudly being blocked and destroyed, when the West Bank is being brutally occupied by their own people with the backing of their own government. They did not care when they planned the creation of their wretched ethno-state. They did not care about the suffering they would inflict and the lives they would ruin.
It brings me joy to see them in such a terrible position nowadays. Internally, they are scrambling and fighting amongst themselves. Externally, the world is waking up and seeing the Israelis for what they really are. They see Zionism for what it really is. They do not deserve to live comfortably with us or with themselves knowing the evils they support and refuse to condemn.
Now that they’re all crying and throwing a tantrum about the rise of “anti-Semitism”, the lives they lost on October 7, the Iranian attack on Israel, they expect our tears? What do they want us to do? Do they want us to condemn the attack and coddle them like they didn’t just engineer the most inhumane conditions against us? Do they want us to feel bad for them? Do they want us to weep for their loved ones, who likely were soldiers who took part in house raids, harassments at checkpoints, kidnappings, bombings, and rapes?
The Israelis are delusional to believe they deserve any drop of sympathy. The only thing they deserve is to be hated, shunned, and shamed, for nothing they have done allows for them to be loved and embraced. May the consequences of their actions finally catch up to them and eat them alive.
I hope that the next time we claim “Never Again” that we honour it, like they have obviously failed to do so.

MY SINCEREST APOLOGIES, DEAR VIEWERS.
THIS INCIDENT ENDED ABRUPTLY A LITTLE *TOO* EARLY, THE PROBLEM HAS BEEN REPAIRED NOW.
I WILL PLAY THE LAST PART WHERE IT CUT OFF.
ENJOY!
...
THIS MOTHERFLUFFER, I SWEAR...
"That was the third violent weird guy I have killed today.. This day keeps getting better and more thrilling by the minute!"
Grabbing his phone and turning it on, The Badass Sheriff starts to scroll through random pictures that his best friend, Louie, sent him. All of them are normal and wholesome, which is nice. Clyde giggles happily while he looks at them. Then, he begins texting him, asking if there's anything exciting going on where he's at, his friend tells him no, nothing yet.. but the street vendors are giving their food away for free right now! 'Ah, neat..!', Clyde thinks, smiling cheerily. Before he gets to ask him to grab a hot dog for him, he hears a terrified player outside, screaming for help, they also sound like they're crying. The Badass Sheriff grins, it's time for more action! Not wanting to forget his shotgun again, he picks it up and then runs out of his office. He spots a violent weird guy chasing down a teenage boy in a distant, but not that far away. The poor kid trips and falls to the ground, then fearfully begs him not to kill him as he pulls his sign out. So, what does Clyde do? He takes a slightly big rock near him and then tosses it at the violent weird guy. It hits him right on the head, to which he immediately turns his head to look at The Badass Sheriff, growling angrily.
"HEY, GLITCH-FACED DITCH! Let's play..!"
Now that he's focused on Clyde instead of the horrified teen, the violent weird guy charges towards him, letting out a heavily distorted screech. The colorful badass adult waits and waits... and then instantly whacks him hard across the face with his shotgun, causing him to fall down to the ground. The violent weird guy attempts to get back up, but Clyde kicks him in the face and does the same to his right hand, making his sign fly off a few feet away. With a triumphant grin, The Badass Sheriff puts his left leg on his chest, keeping the violent weird guy down. Cocking his shotgun, he aims at his face.
"Say cheese, baby."
*BANG!*
The weird guy has been killed. The teary-eyed teenager approaches Clyde, and thanks him profusely for saving his life. Chuckling joyfully, he reassures the boy that no one would harm or kill anyone when he's around, then asks him if he wants to go to his office and chat with him. The teen's eyes light up. He says yes! Going back to the building, they start talking about things. Apparently, the boy accidentally bumped into the weird guy and thought he apologized to him, but realized he didn't, actually. The Badass Sheriff nods a little, thinking, 'Sadly, an extremely common mistake..'. A few more minutes of them simply chatting, the teen tells him that his friends are in the supermarket, waiting for him. Kind of awkwardly, he asks Clyde if he can take him there, he would love to! The boy thanks him again and they leave the office. Four minutes pass, they reach the supermarket, the teen gets out of the car, waving good-bye to The Badass Sheriff. He does the same, then drives off back to his office.
It's getting dark now, seems like a perfect time to go shopping! Clyde and Louie are heading to the largest mall in the game, StarDawn Mall. It was his friend's idea, so why not? After parking the car, the two sheriffs exit the vehicle and enter the massive building. As they walk around and talk, some players spot and greet them happily. A few approach The Badass Sheriff, asking for his autograph on their notebooks, completely ignoring Louie. The Cowardly Sheriff is sad... the poor guy. Clyde notices and comforts him, telling him that eventually, they will respect him too. But when? Who knows. Clyde then informs the players that he's not gonna do anything for them yet, as he's on a short break with his best pal at the moment. They understand and move aside for them to continue strolling. Going up to the second floor, some MORE players greet them cheerily. A little happy, Louie asks his friend if they can go and buy bracelets for the both of them, Clyde says of course, let's go there! The Cowardly Sheriff is excited!! Walking through a couple of hallways, they enter a shop. As he looks around, Louie finds a pair of matching star-shaped bracelets, he picks them up and goes to the counter, he then purchases them. He gives one of them to Clyde, who wears it on his right wrist. Louie also wears the other one, on his left wrist. The cashier joyfully thanks them for shopping as they leave the store.
They proceed to stroll through the floor, talking about stuff and sharing stories. ... Then, The Cowardly Sheriff notices something behind them, and pats Clyde on the shoulder twice, sweating nervously.
"Umm, Clyde..? There's a weird guy next to the glasses store, he's carrying a teenager. The kid looks distressed..!!"
Stopping in his tracks, The Badass Sheriff turns around to look at the weird guy, who notices him. The teen boy is struggling to set himself free. Clyde's smile turns to a frown.
"Put him down."
The weird guy doesn't do anything, he's starting to sweat.
"Put the kid down."
Still nothing. There's a broken bench leg lying next to Clyde's left leg, so he grabs it.
"I'm not asking again. Do it.. now."
The weird guy finally lets go of the teenager, his arms slightly raised, sweating profusely. The boy flees and runs to another hallway, thanking The Badass Sheriff in fear. Clyde smiles once more, and drops the bench leg. He nods once at the mute grey adult, who then walks away, trembling. Him and Louie continue to walk around the mall. Nothing much is happening right now, everything is just fine! A few hours later, they leave the building and enter Clyde's car. It's time to go back now...
They had tons of fun... and their break is over.
It's time to protect and save more players!
...
THERE IT IS, THE PROPER ENDING TO THIS INCIDENT!
EVEN THOUGH I DESPISE ONE OF THE SHERIFFS, THIS STORY WAS QUITE ENTERTAINING AND INTRIGUING, AND IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES.
ONCE AGAIN, MY SINCEREST APOLOGIES FOR WHAT HAPPENED EARLIER.
SEE YOU SOON, SWEETIES!~
HEHEHEHEHEHEH...
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General
I am looking for a lady between 28 and 35 years old, for a committed monogamous childfree relationship. My goal is to become a true team, supporting each other, caring for each other, nurturing each other and helping each other grow and realise our goals and dreams as much as possible. I'm hoping to find someone that values a relationship as much as I do and takes it seriously. It's not the only thing my life revolves around, but it's also not just something 'nice to have' for me.
I tried to be as concise as possible while still providing what details I think are crucial to know; I realise this post turned out very long, but I prefer those because I can get as good an idea as possible with detailed descriptions, bar actually talking to the person, and find that very valuable, so if that also applies to you, that would be awesome.
Basics
I am 186cm tall, slim/fit built, dark brown hair, brown eyes. Both my arms are tattooed (full sleeve), as are my calves and the areas above my ankles. Regarding pictures see below. I am a runner (ranging from 5k to full marathon), training multiple times a week. I'm also vegan. My love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation. While I am mostly securely attached, withdrawing from me triggers anxiety and I have made a horrible experience with a fearful avoidant partner in the past, so that is something I fear I cannot deal with again.
I am also an atheist.
I am a very warm, soft and sensitive person, I think I am humorous, I am self reflecting a lot and I can also be really passionate and romantic. Those are traits that also are really important to me in a woman.
I can be quite social, I am a good talker, but also love to listen to really get to know someone on a deeper level. I can enjoy an evening out with friends just as much as the silence of sitting at the shores of the river and watching the sunset in solitude (although I've been craving to watch it together with a partner for a really long time now). I can be out in a pub, at a rave, a metal show or in the stadium watching football and have the time of my life, but I cannot do these things every day; I need recharge time (on the sofa, in the woods for a run, a lazy Sunday staying in bed etc.). This should give you an idea; basically, I am a homebody that thoroughly enjoys going out in moderation.
I won't say too much about hobbies; suffice it to say I am into the dark, the obscure, the macabre, the occult, the mysterious, the erotic. It won't surprise you that I had a gothic phase in my youth, bonus points if you did too!
What I am looking for
Although similar hobbies and interests are a plus (and there have to be at least a couple things we have in common), emotional and sexual compatibility are more important to me. I am a very sensitive and emotional person (I do cry easily and by this point I don't think I'll ever be able to change that, sorry), so if you're too, we will definitely understand each other. I need someone who I can open up to (which I do rather quickly, anyway), be myself, bare my soul to and I need these things from you, too. I've had my share of emotionally unavailable women who were afraid of intimacy so I know I can't deal with that again because of the way how those things affect me. I am always emotionally invested with the woman I pursue and in those cases that was to my detriment. But my ability to feel so deep is also something I wouldn't want to change because as of yet, although it's getting harder, I haven't given up on finding someone.
With those emotional needs come two requirements that I found to be vital over the years: First, being able to be silly and cutesy together and to accept each other's inner child and care for it. I am not talking about having to deal with another person's immaturity or inability to perform basic adult skills, rather with the way sadness, hurt, anxiety and being overwhelmed manifests for me (and maybe for you, too?). I need someone who is able to comfort me, to hold me, to allow me to be weak and needy for a while until I've calmed down, and I'm more than ready to offer the same. Your inner child can come out for a while, no problem (: Also in a positive way: Thankfully, today everyone seems to be understanding of the cuteness overload cats (or any animal baby, really) can cause; I need that with a partner. I also still have plushies as comfort animals (some of which in quite a litteral sense as they make for really amazing pillows) and ideally, you do too.
There is a saying that in every relationship, one person is the stronger one. In the past, I have been with women who obviously were stronger than me, but that doesn't mean they always had to be strong, far from it. I certainly, like I said, need to be able to feel protected, but it's not like I'm a particularly needy partner, like everyone, I have my ups and downs, but I can pull my weight and have been told by past partners that I am very caring and that they felt safe and understood with me, and providing that for my partner is really important for me as well – this just to put the picture I'm (somewhat haphazardly) trying to paint into perspective.
Second, sexual compatibility. I have a high libido and I have kinks, so you should, too, in order that we can explore and enjoy them together. I found out how fulfilling living out those fantasies can be after years of never being able to try and in a relationship, sexual fulfillment for both partners is a must for me. Someone on here has coined the term 'filthy best friends and partners' which I have no shame to be stealing because it's such an apt description.
I'm looking for a balance between healthy independence and being emotionally present. A relationship where we 'get' each other; we're both each other's number one and treat each other like royalty. Where a disagreement leads to more intimacy between us as we understand better, not to resentment. Where we're comfortable baring our souls to each other, becoming a safe haven and secure base for each other. I don't like the modern notion that you 'should never feel too safe in a relationship' because that sounds like running from the mafia (and believe me, I love mafia movies); you should always put in effort, yes, but safety is one of the things I always want to experience and provide in a relationship. We shouldn't fear that a disagreement leads straight to breakup. I know ‘self-sufficiency’ is trending right now, but I feel like as partners, we’re partly responsible for each other and not our own but also each other’s happiness. Being dependant and dependable at the same time is important; making each other’s wellbeing a priority. I love the relationship model outlined in Stan Tatkin’s ‘Wired for Love’ and you should, too. If you’re not able to healthily depend on someone and their support while you’re having a hard time, look elsewhere. I know codependency is the latest thing everyone’s afraid of, but experiencing someone you’ve grown very attached to just bailing because they’re counterdependent and can’t stand working on themselves while simultaneously letting you in is something I’d rather not go through again. If I have to be afraid you’ll run at the first major problem that surfaces, even if it’s a ‘you’-problem, it’s not going to work. I think that all things can and need to be talked about. If you think ignoring someone for days is a form of communication, please look elsewhere. If you think’s it’s okay to lovebomb someone and then leave after a couple of months with the minimum amount of information and no proper conversation because you’re not ready to own up to what’s happening to you emotionally, please look elsewhere.
I am looking for someone real. We all have our problems, I don't want or need a 'perfect' person. You don't have everything figured out or 'all your shit' together. Be imperfect. Admit when you feel sad and angry, lonely, hopeless or even helpless – it's all relatable. Don't hide it. Be quirky, be dorky, be witchy, be opinionated, be yourself. Don't pretend.
I'm looking for someone to share romance with. Not great gestures, but small, meaningful ones. Poems for each other, expressing our feelings; cards with heartfelt messages that we put our perfume/cologne on, and a symbol that means something to us only, the print of your lips with lipstick, the way I sign and seal my letters for you.
Just as important to me is agreeing on living a healthy life, staying in shape both for ourselves and for each other, regularly working out and eating healthy. I am drug and disease-free and expect the same of you. I do drink as I love a good beer or glass of wine, rum or whiskey, but I've never really been drinking much and especially during the past year have further reduced it. One vice I have is that I enjoy a couple of cigars a year, but I can definitely accommodate you in this regard.
Another important point is aligned life goals: many childfree people seem to be adventurous, but that is a trait I don't associate with myself at all. I value safety more than adventure. I want to build a home together with my partner, a safespace for the both of us, where we always feel loved and protected, a place that we create together, make it cozy together so we just love to get back home there wherever we might have been, a home we decorate together for Halloween (my favourite holiday) or Christmas or Springtime, as we live in tune with the seasons, seeing them change around us, enjoying nature on a walk or the rain outside, reading in our cozy home. I value stability and harmony.
Appearance-wise, I am into ladies on the smaller side (albeit not regarding height), so I'm looking for someone petite/slim/skinny/healthy-fit. Likewise, I am not really muscular and don't have visible abs; like I said, I'm a runner, so if you're more into the gym-type, I'm not a good fit.
The natural progression for me would be to move from text to voice calls, videochat and then meeting up, all of that rather sooner than later. Not that there’s a need to rush anything, but having my heart broken because I already developed feelings due to a longer timeframe and then everything unexpectedly turning to shit is not something I want to have to live through again. I’d rather see earlier if we’re compatible or not; as someone who catches feelings fast I need to protect myself, I unfortunately had to learn that
Caveats/Possible red flags

• I don't like travelling as it stresses me out; I don't mind being somewhere else for a week or two, but the organisation part of it drains my energy very quickly and dealing with stuff that doesn't work out is overwhelming to me. Smaller trips are ok, but I'm not the right person to travel the world with.
• I am not the most awake person in the morning (i.e. I identify as nightowl)
• I need space for my own projects/time to recharge after social interaction.
• While I feel like I am in tune with my inner child and working on/with it through therapy, I realise this is something that could be a turn-off for people.
• I have been diagnosed with depressive episodes in the past and am taking anti-depressants right now. I realise that I am a work in progress, maybe more so than in times past, but I manage and the fact that I'm putting myself out here is based on me being ready to get to know someone new.
• I want to create a home together here, as I'm firmly rooted where I was born; I realise this is a lot to ask, but I have seen many people here being open to moving, so I want to at least try reaching out to them.

If you're interested, feel free to message me and include some pictures of yourself and I will reply with my own. Have a nice day (:

I am looking for a lady between 25 and 35 years old, for a committed monogamous childfree relationship. My goal is to become a true team, supporting each other, caring for each other, nurturing each other and helping each other grow and realise our goals and dreams as much as possible. I'm hoping to find someone that values a relationship as much as I do and takes it seriously. It's not the only thing my life revolves around, but it's also not just something 'nice to have' for me.
I am 186cm tall, slim/fit built, dark brown hair, brown eyes. Both my arms are tattooed (full sleeve), as are my calves and the areas above my ankles. Regarding pictures see below. I am a runner, training multiple times a week. I'm also vegan. My love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation. While I am mostly securely attached, withdrawing from me triggers anxiety and I have made a horrible experience with an avoidant partner in the past, so that is something I fear I cannot deal with again.
I am also an atheist.
I am a very warm, soft and sensitive person, I think I am humorous, I am self reflecting a lot and I can also be really passionate and romantic. Those are traits that also are really important to me in a woman.
I can be quite social, I am a good talker, but also love to listen to really get to know someone on a deeper level. I can enjoy an evening out with friends just as much as the silence of sitting at the shores of the river and watching the sunset in solitude (although I've been craving to watch it together with a partner for a really long time now). I can be out in a pub, at a rave, a metal show or at a football game and have the time of my life, but I cannot do these things every day; I need recharge time (on the sofa, in the woods for a run, a lazy Sunday staying in bed etc.). This should give you an idea; basically, I am a homebody that thoroughly enjoys going out in moderation.
I won't say too much about hobbies; suffice it to say I am into the dark, the obscure, the macabre, the occult, the mysterious, the erotic. It won't surprise you that I had a gothic phase in my youth, bonus points if you did too!
What I'm looking for
Although similar hobbies and interests are a plus, emotional and intimate compatibility are more important to me. I am a very sensitive and emotional person (I do cry easily and by this point I don't think I'll ever be able to change that, sorry), so if you're too, we will definitely understand each other. I need someone who I can open up to (which I do rather quickly, anyway), be myself, bare my soul to and I need these things from you, too. I've had my share of emotionally unavailable women who were afraid of intimacy so I know I can't deal with that again because of the way how those things affect me. I am always emotionally invested with the woman I pursue and in those cases that was to my detriment. But my ability to feel so deep is also something I wouldn't want to change because as of yet, although it's getting harder, I haven't given up on finding someone.
With those emotional needs come two requirements that I found to be vital over the years: First, being able to be silly and cutesy together and to accept each other's inner child and care for it. I am not talking about having to deal with another person's immaturity or inability to perform basic adult skills, rather with the way sadness, hurt, anxiety and being overwhelmed manifests for me (and maybe for you, too?). I need someone who is able to comfort me, to hold me, to allow me to be weak and needy for a while until I've calmed down, and I'm more than ready to offer the same. Your inner child can come out for a while, no problem (: Also in a positive way: Thankfully, today everyone seems to be understanding of the cuteness overload cats (or any animal baby, really) can cause; I need that with a partner. I also still have plushies as comfort animals and ideally, you do too.
Apparently in every relationship, one person is the stronger one. In the past, I have been with women who obviously were stronger than me, but that doesn't mean they always had to be strong, far from it. I certainly need to be able to feel protected, but it's not like I'm a particularly needy partner, like everyone, I have my ups and downs, but I can pull my weight and have been told by past partners that I am very caring and that they felt safe and understood with me, and providing that for my partner is really important for me as well.
Second, intimate compatibility. I am rather insatiable and love to experiment when it comes to the bedroom, so you should, too, in order that we can explore and enjoy together. I found out how fulfilling living out those fantasies can be after years of never being able to try and in a relationship, this kind of fulfillment for both partners is a must for me. I found the term 'filthy best friends and partners' to be a perfect description.
I'm looking for a balance between healthy independence and being emotionally present. A relationship where we 'get' each other; we're both each other's number one and treat each other like royalty. Where a disagreement leads to more intimacy between us as we understand better, not to resentment. Where we're comfortable baring our souls to each other, becoming a safe haven and secure base for each other. I don't like the modern notion that you 'should never feel too safe in a relationship' because that sounds like running from the mafia (and believe me, I love mafia movies); you should always put in effort, yes, but safety is one of the things I always want to experience and provide in a relationship. We shouldn't fear that a disagreement leads straight to breakup. I know ‘self-sufficiency’ is trending right now, but I feel like as partners, we’re partly responsible for each other and not our own but also each other’s happiness. Being dependant and dependable at the same time is important; making each other’s wellbeing a priority. If you’re not able to healthily depend on someone and their support while you’re having a hard time, look elsewhere. If I have to be afraid you’ll run at the first major problem that surfaces, even if it’s a ‘you’-problem, it’s not going to work. I think that all things can and need to be talked about. If you think ignoring someone for days is a form of communication, please look elsewhere.
I am looking for someone real. We all have our problems, I don't want or need a 'perfect' person. You don't have everything figured out or 'all your shit' together. Be imperfect. Admit when you feel sad and angry, lonely, hopeless or even helpless – it's all relatable. Don't hide it. Be quirky, be dorky, be witchy, opinionated, be yourself. Don't pretend.
I'm looking for someone to share romance with. Not great gestures, but small, meaningful ones. Poems for each other, expressing our feelings; cards with heartfelt messages that we put our perfume/cologne on, and a symbol that means something to us only, the print of your lips with lipstick, the way I sign and seal my letters for you.
Just as important to me is agreeing on living a healthy life, staying in shape both for ourselves and for each other, regularly working out and eating healthy. I am drug and disease-free and expect the same of you. I do drink as I love a good beer or glass of wine, rum or whiskey, but I've never really been drinking much and especially during the past year have further reduced it. One vice I have is that I enjoy a couple of cigars a year, but I can definitely accommodate you in this regard.
Another important point is aligned life goals: I value safety more than adventure. I want to build a home together with my partner, a safespace for the both of us, where we always feel loved and protected, a place that we create together, make it cozy together so we just love to get back home there wherever we might have been, a home we decorate together for Halloween (my favourite holiday) or Christmas or Springtime, as we live in tune with the seasons, enjoying nature on a walk or the rain outside, reading in our cozy home. I value stability and harmony.
Appearance-wise, I am into ladies on the smaller side), so I'm looking for someone petite/slim/skinny/healthy-fit. Likewise, I am not really muscular and don't have visible abs; like I said, I'm a runner, so if you're more into the gym-type, I'm not a good fit.
I’d prefer to move from text to voice calls, videochat and then meeting up, all of that rather sooner than later. Not that there’s a need to rush anything, but I’d rather see earlier if we’re compatible or not; as someone who catches feelings fast I need to protect myself.
Caveats

• I don't like travelling as it stresses me out; I don't mind being somewhere else for a week or two, but the organisation part of it drains my energy very quickly and dealing with stuff that doesn't work out is overwhelming to me. Smaller trips are ok, but I'm not the right person to travel the world with.
• I am not the most awake person in the morning (i.e. I identify as nightowl)
• I don't want children and had a vasectomy
• I need space for my own projects/time to recharge after social interaction.
• While I feel like I am in tune with my inner child and working on/with it through therapy, I realise this is something that could be a turn-off for people.
• I have been diagnosed with depressive episodes in the past and am taking anti-depressants right now. I realise that I am a work in progress, maybe more so than in times past, but I manage and the fact that I'm putting myself out here is based on me being ready to get to know someone new.
• I want to create a home together here, as I'm firmly rooted where I was born; I realise this is a lot to ask, but I have seen many people here being open to moving, so I want to at least try reaching out to them.

If you're interested, feel free to message me and include some pictures of yourself and I will reply with my own. Have a nice day (:

Finding a non-feminist woman in 2024 seemed impossible… until Hinge saved my dating life.
Hello 🙋‍♂️ Little success story here. I am 31 and politically align as a moderate. (No, Reddit, that doesn’t mean I am a Conservative.) I wanted a traditional, good-hearted woman who respects traditional feminine and masculine roles, who will step into my frame and complement my life. This is a tall order in a major progressive city in 2024.
Some women want a tall man or a guy earning six figures. Well, a traditional family is simply what I wanted. I know this because I have spent most of my life courting girls who simply aren’t what I want. It's been incredibly bumpy with a lot of tears. In the last year alone, I must have been on dates with over 50 women, 10 of which turned into something more. Some were from Hinge, some from speed dating (which I highly recommend if you are more charismatic than pleasing looking like myself).
It got to the point where I was fed up. Date after date, yeah, a lot were subjectively beautiful, but they just weren’t doing it for me. Or when they did do it for me, there was always a bombshell she dropped: either an incurable STI, completely opposing political values, or she had two children. Or, of course, she was not feeling me. There was always something, and none of these 30+ women had the appreciation of traditional values I was looking for. All identified themselves as feminists, and my last three girlfriends have been far-left-leaning social justice warriors who disagreed with my views on pretty much everything. I tried dating some conservative women to see how that was, and well, let’s just say never again. 😂
I realized I needed to get proactive, hone in, and get specific about what I wanted and didn’t want, even if it seemed like an incredibly tall order.
My list was something like:
Slim athletic figure Beautiful smile No kids (but wants kids) No tattoos Respects traditional values Culinary skills Agrees men are success objects, women are beauty/emotional objects Not politically charged Caring, loving, trustworthy, understanding Great at sex Wouldn’t mind dating a guy who’s currently earning under average, who’s a little chubby, short, and whose teeth are slightly stained yellow and brown I know, right? Seems like I am dreaming. So I decided to not actively swipe like a madman because I was burnt out. I just swiped now and again and focused on my mission/purpose in life for a few months.
And the results were insane. It’s like what your mind focuses on, you attract.
I found the loveliest, most respectful, beautiful woman with every single thing on that list. She has a genuine burning desire for me, and we are now official. This happened three months after I made that list. It subconsciously hyper-focused my energy.
So yeah, even if you feel like what you want doesn’t exist or will never be interested in you, just keep going and never give up. You know most people out there are probably not a good match for you as a life partner, but some are.
And again, despite what you guys might think, I am not a conservative, I am not red-pilled, I am not a bigot or a racist, and I strive for an equal quality of life for everyone. I just know what I want, and clearly, that paid off.
Thanks for reading my success story. Have a blessed day, all.
Happy swiping!

We dated for 2 years. She loved tattoos & maybe had 6 tattoos when we were dating. TBH, I never liked tattoos but I don't judge people's for having it. Once we had a argument on a topic that she had a tattoo right over her vag*na written as " Jame's Property" ( James is my surname ). She said she had done this for me. I appreciated her but also I told her it wasn't necessary. I told her she doesn't need to show her love by marking her body & I love her for being herself. She took it offensively & started to argue with me saying I don't love her & I don't appreciate her efforts for our relationship. He had an argument but was able to solve it & pass through it.
Then she asked me to have a tattoo of her name in my neck as her birthday present. She knew that I absolutely hate tattoos & I do participate in blood donation events so its a big no from me. I told her she can ask anything but I won't have any tattoo. She again started to argue with me but I was farm with my decision. Then she lost it. Called me names, shouted at me & accused me for using her. I couldn't believe what I was hearing from her at that moment. I realised our relationship was getting toxic. I wanted to end it but wanted to give it another go because I loved her. To my suprise, She broke up with me saying she can't be with someone who doesn't love her. Before I could do anything, I found myself blocked in her every social media.
2 years passed since then & I'm in lot better position right now. I'm doing really well & I'm earning a fair income too. I gained new hobbies. I met new peoples & became friends with them. But last night, I got plenty of messages from my ex asking how was I. I wasn't expecting this cause I almost forgot that she existed ( because of they way parted ways ) but I didn't reply any of them. In Mid Night, I get bunch of calls from her but didn't pick any of them. In the early morning, she again called me & was sending me messages continuesly. Finally I picked her call & she said we need to talk. I told her what & she Immediately said she made a huge mistake by breaking up with me. That she misses me & she wants me back. She also said she won't force me for anything again & will try to remove those tattoos if I want. I was listening her but for some reason I didn't feel anything. Its maybe because my life became more beautiful without her in this 2 years & I don't want to sacrifice it. I just said " Fuck off & never try to contact me again". Then I blocked her.
Don't know what I did was right or wrong but I shared it with some of my friends today. Some of them said I did the right thing, some of them said I was extra cruel on her for saying it because she was trying to get a chance to fix our broken relationship.
AIW?