Here in the Pacific Northwest, the vast majority of people under 50 seem to be in polyamorous relationships. I’m fairly new to poly, but I’ve done a lot of reading and therapy, and it’s working out pretty well for me.

I do tend to be people’s anchor partner, so I’ve admittedly never experienced the pain that comes from being a secondary when you wish you were a primary. My anchor partner tends more towards relationship anarchy and doesn’t like hierarchical relationships, but i made it clear that my expectation is to be the priority in her life. We’ve made it work, although it takes a lot of communication.

Probably it’s more the former reason. I used to curate my experience on reddit carefully and mainly participate woman centric subreddits, and few male centric ones, and I got used to that. Lemmy looks more like what would happen if you browse default subs on reddit, which tend to be very toxic. It’s a chicken and egg problem: you won’t attract women unless there are spaces women feel comfortable, and those spaces don’t exist unless there are women there to create them.

I still find myself going back to reddit for certain niche fashion or fitness things. And when i try to get my normie girlfriends to look at lemmy, it’s hard to sell them on it. They don’t care about politics or mod drama and reddit is still better for them.

Lemmy is super uncomfy for women right now. The women i know are either still on reddit or just gave up on social media altogether.

Wildfire smoke 😭

A decade ago working at a retail store. My manager told me in a private meeting that i was expendable and he would fire me for any excuse. It’s not like i even did anything, it was just pure, spiteful power tripping. Later on i was bitching about what an asshole he is to some coworkers, and mimed him sucking the owner’s dick. I think one of my coworkers was sleeping with him, and i guess she told him. He was crying when he fired me. I feel a little bad, but also fuck that guy.

Carry on spending the weekend in peace. My gf and i had some amazing sex when we woke up this morning, went to the farmer’s market, went to some cute shops, did cute gay stuff like holding hands while we walked all around our city. I’m content, for the first time in my life. Dying now wouldn’t be so bad.

So far there is a serious shortage of scientific papers demonstrating harm from microplastics. This paper attempts to make such a demonstration, but it does so by using extremely high concentrations, far beyond what could be achieved naturally.

While the concentration of plastic used in these solutions was higher than what a baby would be exposed to by eating from a microwaved food jar in real life

This popsci article briefly touches on this, but if you read the research paper, they actually used concentrations that were orders of magnitude higher. So high, in fact, that cell death would also occur with many inert and safe substances at these concentrations.

It’s very concerning that we’re exposing ourselves to this stuff without fully understanding it. But alarmist papers like this are unproductive at best. At worst, they lead to alert fatigue in consumers, in the vein of “this product is known to the state of California to cause cancer.”

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Aww, thank you for your kind words JighlySackles 😝 I’m doing ok, all things considered. It still hurts a little, but yes therapy has helped.

I find it amusing that people keep implying that transition is an accomplishment. It’s similar to any other puberty. It sucks but all adults did it. Congrats i guess?

-A grownup trans person

No, they refuse to speak to me to this day. My gf’s family called her to wish her a happy birthday last week, and i cried quietly wishing mine did that too.

I was born into an impoverished extremist right wing family. I enlisted in the military back when DADT was a thing. I was disowned as an LGBT teenager, and medboarded out of the military after being committed to inpatient facilities multiple times. After that, i was homeless for a couple years, living out of a car and then a backpack.

I finally ended up in this little town in Georgia, got a job at a little retail store, and moved into a trailer with one of my coworkers. Her friends kind of adopted me and i felt accepted for the first time in my life. We were all broke kids, but i told them i was going to be a millionaire by age 30. I was still pretty emotionally unstable and eventually moved on from that friend group, but it gave me the hope i needed to rebuild my life.

I slowly built a career for myself after that, working 70-80 hours a week for a couple years, until i had my foot in the door. It got a lot easier after that. I didn’t quite hit my goal by age 30, but I’m close. I founded my first company at age 28, and raised a 10 million series A. My company is now worth 60 million on paper, but of course that’s meaningless until we IPO. But it’s profitable, and in the meantime, I’ve adopted a little family of people like me, and built a comfortable life for us. Life is good, and I’m content.

Sadly no, but we’re writing tons of go!

I work on software that you’re probably using right now, and my company is like 60% women. It’s wonderful. We spend a lot of our (very few) meetings talking about our feelings, discussing hair and skincare, and gossiping about each other’s love lives. The inter-team drama sometimes gets pretty funny though. We’ve been in a passive-aggressive fued with another team since some time last year.

It’s also extremely gay. Everyone always says they love working with me, but all i do is go around flirting with my work crushes and having fun.