Won't let me pull out porn

As the title suggest, she seems to care more about video games rather than me, like most of our arguments are from games.
Me and my gf have been in a long distance relationship for 1,5 years. We are from the same country, but she moved with her parents in another country when she was in middle school. We still live with our parents, but we were planning on moving in together. We mostly hang out on discord, playing video games with our friends. Last month we were playing a competitive game and a friend A was watching when we started losing and my gf started screaming at me because I was not listening to her apparently and that bothered her because when I dont do exactly what she says I make her feel as if her opinion does not matter. She left, texting me “tonight i wont talk to you”, so I did not reply to her, assuming she wants to be left alone to calm down.
We had similar arguments before but this time she started complaining to A, calling me abusive. A tried to convince her to talk to me but she didn’t want to, saying that it’s my fault because I did not text her to apologize for not listening to her, since she said that she won’t talk to me, but that should not stop me from talking to her. So I apologized to her and she told me that it is too late now.
The next day we were hanging out again with A and F. F noticed that my gf is in a bad mood so he asked her what is wrong. She started complaining about the game to F, expecting him to understand since he is very good at that game, but he took my side and told her that what I did in game was correct and she shouldn’t have made a big deal about a video game anyway. A also said that it is not fair to scream at others because of just video games. My gf started screaming at them, punching the table and calling them names, telling that their opinion was uncalled for and that F is just a “male with opinions”. My gf stopped talking to both of them as well.
The story repeated and she started screaming again, not willing to talk to me and telling me that only her friend S, who was a random guy he met on the game, understands her more than I do and I should go to him to ask for advice.
I asked A for advice regarding the second argument and she told me that it is pointless to have arguments about video games.‌ She is the one that also suggested openly communicating to my gf about how I feel. I gave up on the idea since, in the past, when I brought up something that bothered me she told me to “suck it up”. For example, my gf is bi and I have nothing against that, but she started flirting with A, telling her how much she loves her and some explicit things as well while I was around them. I told my gf that it bothers me and she just told me that I cannot control her and that I am gaslighting her. The rest of my friends and A think that my gf is abusive and she is treating me like a doormat. After I told my gf that she asked me how dare I say such atrocity since she is the one that always sacrifices time and energy for me.
After another argument I decided to break up with her. She was playing a game with S and left me on seen a couple of hours until she realized that I was serious and that is when she started crying and having trouble breathing because of that. Later on, her mother called me to tell me that “We should stop with this stupid arguments and she is in exams and she doesn't need this right now.”.
I decided to take her back, under the condition that she will listen to all of the double standards that I noticed in the relationship and avoid them. For 2 days it was fine, but soon she came back to her old self.
I started doubting myself, thinking that maybe I am wrong, but I don’t know how to fix the relationship and if I can do something about it. I don’t want to lose the time, energy and emotion I invested in this relationship.
At the same time, I always had certain expectations from the future and when we started talking about the future I assumed we would both be employed, but she told A and F back when she was still talking to them that she does not plan on getting a job because she wants to focus on college(which is fully online and she expects me to be the sole provider which would be more doable in the country we are both from but she and her mom want her to stay there and be close to her mom. Her mom also asked me a few times about marriage and she demands we get married there so I can be “legally forced to financially support” my gf if we ever divorce. Also lately every time I bring up a subject we went over before she changes her mind.)
I have my doubts that she will actually focus on studying since she is still in school now and she plays video games all night and then complains that she has a lot to study and her teachers are against her. She even asked me to talk to my boss to ask if there is a need for a graphic designer and my boss offered her a job offer that she refused because she wants to focus on studying and she is afraid the government will make her go to jail because she doesn’t know what paperwork she has to fill for income taxes. When I told A about it she laughed because she told me it is a 5 minute google search.

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Hey Bros,
I stumbled upon this hilarious article where women shared their most cringe-worthy moments. It got me thinking, why don't we share our own cringe-worthy stories? Let's have a good old-fashioned cringe-off!
Original Article: https://www.yahoo.com/lifestyle/women-confessing-cringiest-things-theyve-234630540.html
I'll start with my recent contender for the Cringe Hall of Fame. Last weekend, I was a few beers in and spotted a hot young guy who looked around 30 (for context, I'm 38). I noticed he was sitting alone and thought he might be new to the scene.
Being the outgoing person I am, I decided to approach him and be the welcoming committee. But instead of the usual "Are you new here?" greeting, I managed to say, "I see you're alone, just wanted to make sure you're not new or just sitting here alone unless you want to." The look he gave me was straight out of a horror movie.
When I introduced myself, he responded with just his name, Tim, while glaring at me like I had asked him to renounce his gay card. A part of me died inside.
To make matters worse, my friends witnessed the entire trainwreck and were laughing hysterically from our corner. Now I can't help but wonder if we've become the "creepy middle-aged gays" of the scene.
That's my cringe story. Who else has a face-palm-worthy tale to share? Let's hear it!

Well you see, nearly 10 years ago, my grandmother called CPS on my mother, for weed of all things. She was a good mother, she was nice, and CPS decided to take away her rights to me and my siblings.
I'm the oldest, I spent my life so far in 3 different foster homes, 2 mental hospitals, and 12 different schools. My father left when I was 4.
My life got fucked up, at the first mental hospital, it was like forced Christianity. They were psychotic.
Second one was my aunt and uncle's, aunt was just fucking rude, uncle was a drunk asshole.
Then a the first mental hospital, it was alright. Once got my toenail pushed in from a pull out chair there. A few days later I was tosses into an ambulance (not for the pushed in nail) and sent to another mental hospital, with a bunch of other kids up in North Dakota.
One girl there ripped her toenail off, me and another kid got someone's key card and ran to the door and nearly got out.
They got me, I had the card and they took it. Half a year later and I got let out and sent to the third foster home, good foster mom and great foster dad, and I loved my foster sister. Closest person I had. Things were great for 2 years, then a new kid game, a girl, an asshole named Marissa.
She played football, once I accidentally hit her leg, she got pissed, I ran all the way up to my room, she caught me and threw me at my wall and started just kicking me, full force. I hated her with all my being.
Then A got a boyfriend, (not even gonna censor his first name) Lee, I hated him. He drank and smoked all fucking day, and got A to start as well. S started becoming cold to me, and Bitch (Marissa) always hung out with her.
They hated me together. One day A blamed me for taking Lee's microphone for his headset, I didn't, they found it in my room. S and Bitch planted it in my room to get me in trouble. They took my Chromebook, I needed it for school work and without it I had nothing to do. And when I tried explaining why I wouldn't take it, because my Xbox controller was taken by them, they didn't care.
I ran away that day, it was raining. All I had was an umbrella, a hoodie, sweatpants, and my shoes that I'd worn all day. It was starting to become nighttime, and I had nowhere to go. So I started yelling, asking people passing by to call the police.
Eventually the cops got to me and brought me back to Hell, ("home") and I was shivering half to death, I got a warm shower, and S said "oh, so now he gets special treatment?!" By the way this was the early days of TikTok, after it was changed from Music.ly.
and BOOM! TIME TRAVEL!
A few years before things got fucked upside down and up the ass, they asked if I wanted to be adopted, I said yes. Then things got fucked upside the ass and then I didn't. The last year, okay, short part of the year, I was asked by a new social worker (old one was a bitch who cares only for money) if I wanted to go back to my grandmother, I said yes.
Then when it was time, I said my goodbyes, Sis didn't care, and A was crying, oh and Lee was gone at the time, main reason I left then was because I didn't have any reason left to stay.
Anywho, then I was back with my grandmother and grandfather, things were okay. My mom came back and I cried then, tears of joy. We all were living okay. But I still didn't get to see my siblings.
My blood sister, I missed the most. I still do. I've been here for five years... closest I've gotten was talking with her father, Steve Litzau. I remember my mother's Boyfriend (I like him, he's cool) asking him when a good time is. Steve's answer was "never, he's never gonna see her." And Steve can kill himself for all I care. Oh, and my sisters grandmother is Lori La Bey. She may seem like a kind lady, founder of Alzheimer's Speaks, truth is she's a terrible person. She's the reason I can't see my siblings, she fed lies to CPS and they believed her. Or she paid them. One of the two.
Family is supposed to help each other, so why did my aunt adopt my brothers and my grandmother adopt me?! My mother's brother died at 9 years old, hit by a train. Grandmother recently said to my mother in one of their thousand arguments, which granny cries for sympathy after each one, she said to my mom "I wish you died instead of [uncle's name here]!"
I dislike my grandmother greatly, and she's always rude to my grandfather who is currently on oxygen, he has to sleep on the couch apparently. Many inconsistencies in my life story because I've stuffed those memories deep, deep down, I'd rather not remember.
Oh, and S died in 2021. (If you want the obituary link, ask) I cried for the rest of the year. And all the ones after. (Let's just say that Pneumonia and Asthma are not a good combination) I'm still fucked up, depressed, damn near suicidal. And I feel miserable, empty. I rarely eat. I don't cry anymore.
OH! and I know why things got fucked at my old foster home. Marissa Jasso or some shit, she fucked with everything, IF SHE DIDNT SHOW HER UGLY ASS FUCKING FACE THINGS WOULD'VE TURNED OHT GREAT! I WOULDNT BE SO FUCKING MISERABLE RIGHT NOW! EVERY OUNCE OF HAPPINESS THAT I USED TO HAVE IS GONE! I'M FUCKING EMPTY! and that emptiness is overwhelming...
I visited FMom, she was doing much better, and she knows she did wrong back then, plus she lost her foster license...
Steve still hasn't gotten any reprocussions, but he will... one day.
Welp, that's my life story! Do with that as you will.
Sorry if you read this and wasted your time.
-My Life Story (so far, no TLDR) by V.

So to make a long story short, a lot of things have happened in my life recently, I lost track of a few things, my registration expired and my car insurance expired and not paid in march. I realized this and was gonna fix it all this week but my luck I was pulled over this morning. Officer was nice, he let me get my insurance back right there on the scene but still gave me citations. He even spoke to the GEICO representative to verify I got it right there on the scene. I’m reading here in the state of Ga you can face 1 year of jail, I have two kids and I can’t leave them for one year over a mistake… I have no criminal record, this is the first time this has happened, what are my options? I would assume since he let me get it on the scene everything should work out, can I just pay this or what’s going to happen? Thanks in advance for any advice.

So my best friend (35f) of 15 years has a girlfriend who, over the last two years of their relationship, has really caused a lot of rifts in our friend group. She is very controlling, they fight and break up alllll the time, and last summer she went through my friend’s phone and found something I said during one of their breakup periods. I’m not a mean person and try to see the good in everyone so I tried not to be mean in this text but I was harsh I’m sure. Ever since, things have been really difficult. Hanging out with me causes fights in their relationship, my friend has expressed to other friends that I am the biggest issue in their relationship etc etc. I have done everything I can to make peace, including a really heart felt letter to the girlfriend, and no dice. My best friend, who used to be a huge part of my life and my family’s lives, now feels more like a ghost. She only calls me when she’s alone and we rarely see eachother. Recently, she will come to my city (she lives about 1.5 hours away) and not even let me know that she’s here.
I know how deeply she loves and cares for me and I think she might think I’m ok with this “arrangement” but I’m at my wits end. This weekend she came to my city and never told me and I just broke down in tears. I know it sounds silly as a grown ass woman but my friends are my family. And this girl is closer to me than my sisters. I feel so broken down and triggered by their relationship but then at the same time questioning my right to be hurt because it’s her partner. Their relationship is so incredibly toxic and mildly abusive and it’s just so hard to watch. I feel like I’ve been trying to just “be strong” so I can have my friend in my life but I’m finding myself hurt deeply more often than not. How do people even allow partners in their lives that treat their friends so badly? How isn’t that a deal breaker?
Anyway, I guess I’m wondering what you all would do. Part of me wants to just really take some space from the friendship because I see no other option to save myself from daily heartbreak but I’m wondering if that’s immature? I need to add that this girl has never done or said anything mean to me, it’s more about her all around attitude when she’s around and the fights she causes in the relationship whenever my friend wants to hang out with me.

These are just questions I am asking myself, but would like to hear from people who went through the same thing. I could very well not be asexual, but my childhood was strange and traumatic and I'm in an awful relationship so I have no idea.
Growing up my dad was in a nursing home, completely paralyzed with MS. He died when I was 18. Around that time, maybe a little earlier is when my friends started having sex with people. I remember wanting to be like them because they seemed cool, pretty, desirable. But having sex, being intimate with guys would have been the ultimate betrayal for my dad. He's paralyzed in a nursing home, unable to parent me, and I'm out being promiscuous? No way. Then after he died, "your dad will always be with you. He's going to look down on you and be so proud"... when? all the time? that's embarrassing.
Right before my dad died I got into my first long term relationship. I was cheated on years into it, but it's because I never wanted to have sex. When we broke up, I drank pretty regularly and did hook up with guys, but never ever sober. I don't drink anymore, it was just a phase.
But im in a relationship with my childrens father and he is a drinker. Very unaffectionate until he wants sex. It's just not a good relationship. I have had sex with him once in the past year, and I just lay there doing nothing.
I'm not sure if this is something I need to work on. I don't know if this is something I need to embrace and accept about myself.
I see couples and just can't help but think how weird it is that they must have sex regularly. I think about how messed up it is that I could meet the love of my life, someone who would treat me great and love me into old age ~ but since I don't want to have sex, that person would leave me or never give me a chance. It just makes sex feel too important that I don't want to do it. Maybe resentful? If I don't want to have sex ever, I will never have a soulmate. It just makes me think that everything is about sex.
I know I'm in a relationship, I obviously would never cheat, even emotionally. I'm not a flirtatious person at all. But if I'm at work, and I see a family with a active dad, or see a guy that knows how to cook, or even just see a cute guy - I instantly think of how I could never have that because of my issue with sex.
It's just so strange to me that people want to have it. Songs are about it. People go to jail for forcing others to do it, because they want it that bad. People cheat on their spouses because they couldn't resist the urge to have it. It's so strange! It's gross. I don't want anyone inside my body, it's mine.
But I do want affection. I do want someone to love me. I do want a life long partner and a relationship. Someone I can grow old with. I want to be in love. But i can't, because of sex. Sorry for repeating myself, but it's just so gross that I cannot have a life long partner because they'll want sex and I won't. It just makes love feel cheap. Like I have to get you off or you won't love me. And it's normal. A sexless relationship is not a good relationship, in basically the entire worlds opinion. I'll never be anyones favorite because of penis and vagina.
I'm 35 and I feel so immature. Like "ew sex is gross" and I just need to grow up. But I'm also 35 and have come to the conclusion that I don't need to change things about my for anyone, if I don't consider them to be a problem. I don't know what my issue with sex is though. Something to embrace, something that makes me unique, or something caused by trauma that will make me ruin or miss out on a relationship with my soulmate that I need to fix asap.

After a nearly 20 year break, at age 46, I started playing in a local league this season. I am pretty healthy so despite my age (and the degraded speed that comes with it), I still play in the outfield and I run the bases pretty hard.
My team plays two games every Sunday, sometimes with an hour between games, sometimes back-to-back. Early season I was pretty sore the next day, but now my body has adjusted to the pattern and I am sure to get everything warmed up and loose before play with a focus on my lower half.
This past weekend, we had a 90 minute break between games and my body freaked the f out. Knees, hips, hamstrings all went nuts the first time I hit the gas to track down a liner in the gap.
I have 2 weekend tournaments coming up, 4 GG each. With more play and longer waits between games, I am not confident my body is going to hold up without employing some specific strategies and tactics to help.
What does the collective wisdom of slowpitch recommend I do to keep my body operational during these weekend tournaments?
(The answer for next season is "incorporate sprinting into my regular fitness program so your body is adapted" but that won't help me next weekend!)

He became dog selective at about 2.5 years old, no issues beforehand. He would get pretty grouchy at certain dogs following him around at the dog park, and began barking at dogs arriving at the fence so I stopped taking him and just walk him instead. He’s always been a barrier barker. Ever since adolescence he will go crazy if he gets close to a dog that’s behind a fence. We barely saw dogs on walks but he was similar with seeing dogs in the open whilst on a leash. He was attacked once at about 1.5yo, he stood up for himself and was unharmed. He didn’t seem traumatised at the time and continued socialising at the dog park without issues for another year (when he started becoming dog selective). He has lived with 2 foster dogs inside the house and was fine with them. That was before the reactivity started though.
My main issue with him now, that I’ve been working on, is that he reacts to ANY dog. ANY. And not in a friendly/excited way. He won’t bite, but one time he saw a dog right across the outside of our house, pulled so hard he escaped his leash, ran up to the dog and fiercely barked at it multiple times. He didn’t bite or harm this dog despite having the opportunity to do so, but it understandably freaked the owner (hell, even me!) out. He has never bitten another dog. Only growls of annoyance/warning and barking. He’s not people reactive in the slightest, he doesn’t pay humans ANY attention.
Why does he do that? He’s not happy. But not straight up intending-to-bite either. He doesn’t growl at other dogs on walks. He just starts getting worked up (hair rises on his back) and breathing heavy/laser focus & tries to sprint towards the dog. If I were to let him free, I think he would run up to confront and angrily bark at it until I either pull him back or it left. Why? If anybody could explain a dog’s perspective there. It’s literally as if he’s seeking confrontation for no real reason, which makes it an bit harder to train for.

38+3 currently and reaching my breaking point with everything at this point, including my husband. 35F FTM with 36M husband who just won't document my pregnancy. Had two miscarriages in the past so the fact that I've made it fullterm is incredibly special to me. I have asked him to take pictures of me throughout the pregnancy to document the journey and his response upon receiving this request each time had been something similar to: "That's just not who I am. You know I'm forgetful - I don't remember to take pictures of anything regularly." At this point in the pregnancy, my out-of-town mother whom I've seen twice during the pregnancy has sent me more pictures that she's taken than my husband has taken.
Brought this subject up again last night asking that he take pictures of me and the baby once she's born - it will mainly be the three of us spending time together and I want to remember those first two months. His response was one of almost annoyance that I raised this need/desire again. I feel like my heart is breaking. Am I overreacting? I don't know what to do. All I want is to ensure there will be pictures of me with my baby girl when she arrives.

It took me at least 6 uninstalls and reinstalls to finally understand the game but once I pulled through, I loved every second of it. This game reignited my love for gaming and since New Vegas I've been playing Fallout 4, Morrowind, a little bit of Skyrim and it's sad to think I missed out on all these gems throughout the years ! Looking forward to putting hundreds of more hours into these games :)

I had originally come to this sub-reddit after my then partner blindsided me with a breakup. You can find that post here. For the sake of brevity, I will briefly summarise that post in the next paragraph.
We reconnected in February this year after having broken up years ago on account of my toxic behaviour. Everything was going really well until one day I mentioned something that triggered memories of that traumatic past with me. After I mentioned that ‘something’ (which is factually true), she texted me that she did not want to see me because of the memories it triggered. Even though I asked her if we could speak, she said she did not want to. She also made it clear that she did not want to give me a chance and that being with me is a reminder of that time from the past and she did not feel good about it.
After that conversation, I have been largely no-contact with her except for once when I texted her to tell her I submitted grad school application. She congratulated me on that and then she told me it is not a good idea to text when I asked her if she was okay with me texting her. It broke me and I finally accepted that ‘we’ are over. I did not text her after that. However, some weeks later, she drunk called me. It made me really anxious, but I missed her so much that I stayed on the call. She told me she made out with someone and they are really cute. I was hurt, but I tried to hide it as best as I could. I understand we are broken up, but it felt absolutely mean to call me up to tell me that she made out with someone after she resolutely refused to speak to me after the break up. Eventually, I chalked it down to her being drunk. I tried not to think about it even though I felt like I meant nothing to her. It is so unlike her to make out with someone like that. She texted me apologising in the morning as well.
After that episode, and how anxious that made me feel, I felt it was time I moved on. Of course, even though I had decided this some time back it was still very much a work in progress. Then she texted me again.
When we were together, I had made plans to meet her in her country of residence (let’s call this country A) in June. My family also lives in country A. Accordingly, I had arranged for visiting country A in June. She texted me asking if I was in country A. I said I was—I had just arrived when she texted me. She asked me if I would be comfortable meeting her for drinks. This was surprising because she told me she did not want to meet me at all when she broke up with me. Despite having decided to move on, this conversation triggered in me a hope of reconciliation. I told her I could meet her if she wants to. Then she followed it up with a caveat that we are not getting back together and this meeting was just to ‘catch up.’ It had me confused and a tad sad, but I got caught up with things after that moment and did not ask her about it.
Sometime later, when I looked up a close friend who is also in country A to let him know I was in the city, I saw that the last message I had sent him was a broken link. Then it struck me: the link was a picture of my ex-partner and I. It had been shared by a restaurant where we had a really good time and I had shared it with my friend because of how much I loved that picture. She had it pulled down. She knew how much that picture meant for me. And she had once told me that she is not someone who deletes pictures from the past because she no longer talks to the person in the picture since it usually represented a really good time. Boy, did that hurt me.
I asked her if she had the picture pulled down. She said she did. I asked her why she had it pulled down. She said her best friend found about ‘us’ from the picture and he got hurt that she did not tell him we were back together. For context, he hates me. She added that she was trying to remove ‘traces of us’ from the internet: she did not want ‘us’ to exist on the internet even as an archive. I felt really, really hurt that she would have a picture of us removed because her best friend got hurt because she did not tell him about us. It was the final nail in the I-did-not-mean-shit-coffin for me. I told her it was petty and she told me did not regret it. She told me that she felt ‘ashamed’ of the picture and the fact that she let me back in her life. I told her that she would have to completely expunge me from her life then. She said she did not want to do it. After a bit of back and forth, I asked her if she does not like me.. She said she did not see me that way anymore. I told her that I like her and I will always have hopes of reconciliation when we talk. So, I told her, it is best if we don’t talk anymore. I then wished her all the best and asked her to see if trauma is something she can explore in therapy.
I did not text her after that. She texted me the next day but quickly deleted them. Ordinarily, I would have asked what she had deleted.. I did not this time. A few days later, she texted me again and asked if I would be comfortable with meeting her. I indicated I was not. Then sometime later she texted me asking for a professional help. I extended whatever I could do. She thanked me and said she would like to take me to drink for the help. I said that was not necessary. She insisted, I asked her why she would want to hang out with someone with whom she is ashamed to be seen. She mentioned what I had done in the past,, and it broke me. I have apologised to her so many times and religiously committed to bettering myself. I cannot possibly keep on trying to convince her I am a better person when she repeatedly tells me I am bad. I was done. I had tried. I was awful in the past, but I don’t think that empowers anyone to keep putting me down. I did not say anything. I walked away.
In the morning, I woke up feverish and to apologies from her. She apologised for having the picture taken down and how things ended with us. I told her that I know I fucked up in the past but it is not cool to keep putting me down. From her texts, it occurred to me that she is not doing very well. I asked her if she still wants to meet and she said yes. So we are meeting this weekend.
I know this is really long and convoluted but I would truly appreciate some insight from the more experienced folx out there. We will be spending at least twenty four hours together. She is really vulnerable right now. What are something’s things I should watch out for? Is there something I could do to make it better for her? Should I bring up reconciliation? Any insight at all will be appreciated. Thank you so much.

45, started off with women at 19 and had a few serious relationships for 10 years or so, had a bit of a dry spell while studying post graduate and at 32 ended up with a woman 10 years older than me, at 37 met an openly gay man through my business. I'd known him for more than 12 months through work and a little bit socially when he made a comment about how straight guys just love gay sex. I didn't respond at the time but I thought about it so much over the next 3 months and eventually started looking at gay porn online- my response to it was incredibly strong, but my female partner and I still had great sex. After that relationship finished I met a woman (26) and we dated for maybe 6 months before deciding to be fuckbuddies only, and that lasted for another 12 months before she went overseas; all the time I was becoming more interested in the idea of sex with guys.
Eventually I got onto Squirt and plucked up enough courage to meet up with a guy- I wasn't comfortable with him touching me. Still, I guided him into my hole and I did cum handsfree. Afterward I thought that it wasn't for me despite my response, but 4 weeks later I got talking to another guy on squirt and met him one Saturday. We talked quite a bit before clothes came off, I was excited but couldn't stay hard, we sucked each other off before he started rimming me, and I wasn't that excited by it and eventually asked him to stop. I wondered WTF was going on and dated another woman, the attraction to men didn't go away and I talked to my gay friend about it- he suggested I meet with an older guy he knew- he reckoned that if I didn't like his attention I wasn't bi or gay.
I met up with this guy (68) a couple of times over coffee and we got on very well; on the second occasion he invited me back to his place and the conversation became more sexual. I got hard quite quickly and after 20 minutes he was kissing and undressing me, no pressure- I just loved his attention and returned several times over the next couple of weeks for blowjobs and more.
I met another older man (73) through work and we started meeting on Saturdays for pleasure sex- this has been going on now for 9 months and during this time I haven't been with a woman, and recently noticed that I wasn't checking them out like I used to and wasn't really interested. I keep having sexual dreams about men and within the last 6 months have enjoyed multiple anal orgasms while being fucked; I actually feel good about it and much more sexually confident.
At what point do you know that your interest is exclusively men?

Hey guys and gals ! Just wanted to rant/talk , ever since I could remember I dreamed of just packing up and leaving with whatever I could carry . Maybe it was my upbringing how we would always be moving around . Eventually we ended up in Texas , I grew up and that thought would always be in my head . I loved the idea of it ! Guess I was just to scared or cautious to do it . So in my opinion I did the next best thing , I became a truck driver. Keeps me moving and never really know where I’m gonna sleep .
I’ve been driving for many years now , I help out hitchhikers when I see them or just sit and talk to you guys ! Now with a daughter I know I could never live out my vagabond dream ( well at least til she grows up ) lol .
Anyways guys/gals y’all stay safe out there , and if any of y’all are near south texas and need a lift or some water or food let me know !

Many praises to u/SpacePaladin15 for this universe.
Credit again to u/TheManwithaNoPlan for helping edit!
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Memory transcript: Rolem, High Magister of Dawn Creek. Date: [Standardized human time] October 3rd, 2136
When Vulen first sent his proposal to the Magister of Land and Housing, it had almost immediately been sent on to me for full consideration. It was very intriguing. Enough so that I set up an actual meeting with him to discuss. He had some legal issues he wished to deal with through this proposal. All the more reason for me to talk in person.
Which resulted in both him and Tarlim’s lawyer sitting across from me in my office. Venric’s wool had been freshly groomed, apparent by the clean lines running across his body. Vulen…less so. It’s clear that the stresses of dealing with his former partners has taken a toll on him, but yet I could still see a determination in him. I doubted even the pressure of Venlil Prime’s core could break it. “Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, High Magister Rolem.”
I bowed to him respectfully. “The pleasure is mine, Vulen. I presume the ‘legal troubles’ you spoke of in our correspondence is why Venric is accompanying you today?”
Vulen looked like he wanted to spit. “My previous… ‘partners’ were much too used to my abilities of controlling and filing paperwork.”
“Your name was still on Tarlim’s employment contract,” Venric stated. “Thus you are still legally responsible for the illegal firing.”
“Yes,” the landlord bared his teeth, “and realizing that, my ‘partners’ decided to do the business equivalent of dragging my name through the mud before I got all the contracts fully broken. I left internal maintenance services and employment in the paws of Darula when we drafted our contract. You can see how that’s coming back to bite me now.”
I flicked my ears in polite sympathy. “Still, may you two explain Venric’s presence?”
The landlord glares at the lawyer. “Part of my proposal includes a… settlement to get me off the lawsuit.”
“And my client has given me a minimum settlement,” Venric adds, “with open field for me to agree to a settlement that exceeds on their behalf.” He bowed to me. “They felt it prudent to avoid coming here in person after the last… incident here.”
Ah yes, that was truly a regrettable circumstance, especially with the hindsight I had acquired since. I flicked my ears in the affirmative. “That is completely understandable. So long as all the correct forms are filed, that shouldn’t be an issue. Now, shall we discuss your proposal?”
Vulen’s mood visibly brightened when I said that. I would certainly be looking through the entirety of this document. “Certainly. We can begin with Section 1, paragraph 1.” With that, I started reading through the proposal. What I found ranged from reasonable to absurd, and I would certainly be making my thoughts on the latter clear to Vulen in due time. Once I had made it through in a little under a quarter claw, I cleared my throat to speak.
“Okay, let’s be clear first,” I pulled up a copy of his proposal on my data pad. “You say that you have 350 empty units that you are willing to set aside as housing for Gojid refugees.”
“Yes, and please note the specifics,” he responded. “That comes out to 150 single bedrooms, 75 double bedrooms, 75 triple bedrooms, and 50 flats. With two occupants per bedroom, that’s 1,450 Gojid that can be accommodated. And if you stretch it to three per bedroom, that’s 2,175 Gojid refugees who would then have roofs over their heads.”
“Indeed. A good range,” I tapped on my pad, “and in exchange for this, you would have this district pay you one-and-a-half rotations rent for all the units up front.”
I heard Venric whistle as they did the math in their head. It appeared that Vulen’s greed hadn’t abated even a bit since we last met. And going by the lawyers wagging tail, neither had theirs. Considering the settlement he got in Glowhallow with the human, even I would have thought his lust for credits would have been satisfied for the moment.
I leaned forward on my desk. “Can you please tell me how you can justify such a payment?”
“Well, your honor,” Vulen bowed, “for one thing, our economy has been in a rather sharp downturn. For the government themselves to purchase that number of houses, it would give a baseline for rent to stabilize around. A cap on the leak, if you will. As well as allowing me to use the influx of credits to construct and maintain even more houses and apartments.”
“Really?” I give my ears a skeptical flick. “You will actually use the money to build more?”
“It’s in section four of the proposal.” He stated, “as part of the five-rotation plan.”
That was correct. Which means he actually wrote much of this out himself instead of just tossing it to his own lawyer. Perhaps I was too harsh on his character. “Indeed it is. You must understand, though, that the sum you’re asking for is no small amount.”
“Oh, I’m fully aware, High Magister,” Vulen said, “But if I remember correctly, the Exterminators Office recently underwent some severe budget cuts, did it not?”
Venric seemed equally as enthused about the prospect of a payout, as per stated in Section 5, the settlement to get Vulen’s name off of the lawsuit would be going almost exclusively to him and his client. “I’ve run the numbers, your honor, and the costs should be zero-sum in the matter of as little as three Herds of Paws.”
The lawyer stood from his seat, standing to the side of the table. “It will be an investment, certainly, but if I may speak as a salesman for a moment, the PR potential for this is nothing less than monumental. Dawn Creek, as an industrial district, has little in the way of tourism aside from the A-Grav Arcade. With this, you could kickstart an entire sub-community, complete with the economic prosperity that is sure to follow!”
It was an impressive sales pitch, I had to admit. Of course, I wasn’t about to be distracted by the absurd parts. “Yes, an impressive sales pitch, Venric. However,” I turned to look at Vulen, “I can’t help but question the logic behind your decision on what the refugees will have to pay at the conclusion of the contract.”
Vulen, seemingly prepared for this, simply flicked his ears. “And what of it? Are you referring to the 50% increase over standard rent prices? Because there is an explanation for that.”
That was one of the absurdities to be explained, but I was interested to see how he rephrased that he wants money. “By all means, explain away.”
Vulen cleared his throat before proceeding. “We’ve already discussed that Tarlim’s wrongful termination was an attempt to drag my name through the mud, but that isn’t all that the other two have done. As mentioned, employment of the internal maintenance force was left to Darula, in one of my more questionable decisions. I figured that would be one of the first things to go after I severed the contract, so I already got around to hiring a third party to replace the jobs I knew I’d be losing. Sure enough, once the contract was severed, all of the maintenance workers stopped servicing my building. It was lucky that I had the foresight to plan ahead, but it left me at a substantial financial loss. The price hike is to pay for the more-expensive, but still necessary, external maintenance services once the sum granted by this deal has dried up.”
A good justification. Well thought out, well reasoned, almost seemed to be reasonable.
Too bad for him I saw the flaw. “And if this charge is to cover the new maintenance people, how are they being paid during the contract?”
Vulen couldn’t hide the grimace. It was subtle. A slight fall of his ears, a lip curl, a tail sag, just realizing I had caught him. “Well,” he began to try and justify again, “they are being… I am…” he fell silent under my stare. It was a telling stare. Reminding him that I already had read and would reread every word of the contract. He met my eye with one of his own for a few seconds before he signed acquiescence. “Fine. It’s to increase my profit margin.” He gestured exasperatedly. “This is still a massive risk for me. People could move because of the refugees! Brahk, I guarantee there will be people who will move because of them! “Tainted this, Humans that,” I know you’ve seen the consequences of that firstpaw. Despite the credit influx, I will still have to take loans for the new buildings, and they’ll take time to build! I need proof of future income to look good for what creditors I have left.”
“Really?” I asked, “then is that future profit the reason for the proviso that these refugees would not be able to live elsewhere for the duration of the contract plus a half rotation afterwards?”
He gave a huff before composing himself back to a professional position. “Only for the half rotation. I will be honest, the main reason for the proviso is to hedge against people like him.” He very obviously gestured to Venric.
The lawyer, on the other paw, seemed rather amused by the act. “Really? May I ask, out of curiosity?”
“I am entering into a contract with the Magistratta,” Vulen stated, “I am not about to have lawyers claiming I’m not holding up my end because some Gojid decides to abandon the housing I’m offering because of…because of Tarlim and his human friend.” He massaged his snout for a moment before continuing. “If I am to offer my rooms to refugees and humans, this upfront cost is all but necessary. You can’t expect me to take on such an undertaking without a safety net to fall back on. It’s just bad business. And besides, I’m already paying a portion of that back up front to the upfront payment in the form of my settlement. That has to count for something, right?”
I stare at him, unimpressed by his attempt to use my feelings around Tarlim to his benefit. “Your dealings with him have no relation to dealings with the Magistratta, Vulen. As for your safety net, you are correct. I cannot expect you to take such a risk without one.” I watched as his ears raised in confidence. “But a safety net, this is not.” His ears satisfyingly fall again. “The numbers you have given me would result in likely twice the profit you made as your own share in the last rotation just from the simple fact you would be filling every unit you owned. That is not a ‘safety net’ to fall back on. That is exploitation of disadvantaged peoples for your own gain, and you know it.
The landlord huffed in frustration. “Fine. I can drop the half rotation binding for after the contract is done.” I squint at him. “Don’t look at me like that! I have guaranteed in that contract that every unit could be filled! I will not be accused of breaching a contract because one of the residents decided to leave early, mark my words!”
I heard Venric whistle in amusement. “The possible payout would certainly be tempting.”
Of course he would say that. I suddenly get the feeling Vulen brought Venric here for more than just the settlement.
I shake my head to focus. “That would be acceptable, however,” I swipe my pad so it showed the rent hike, “this is also to be completely dropped. If the refugees decide to continue living in your units, it shall be considered a continuation of living rather than a new contract. Therefore, any rent increase would be done at the legally mandated rate of maximum 5% already set by the Magister of Land and Housing. There will be no negotiation on this account.” I recognize the need for changing rent. At least this way the refugees should be able to afford it after the contract is up. “Of course, you will continue to have control of the rent on the new buildings when those are built. So even without that rent hike, you will still be making a profit into the future.”
Vulen looked to be about to protest, but Vernic quickly pulled him aside and started whispering in his ear. I could hear some soft exclamations from Vulen every now and again until the two finally separated from their convenience. Vulen, with a defeated look in his eyes, addressed me. “That modification is…acceptable. On One Condition.”
I leaned back in my seat and raised my ears in interest. “You’re not really in the position to be drafting terms, but I suppose I’ll humor you. What is your condition?”
“You, and the Magistratta at large, must sign a separate, legally binding contract promising compensation for the construction of the new buildings. That was already part of my proposal, but I want a separate contract for that now, unbound by any of the terms of this current agreement.” He flicked his ears uncomfortably. I could tell that he still wasn’t happy about his profit margins being skimmed down. “If I agree to your amendment, you agree to mine. Fairs fair. Do we have a deal?”
I hold firm with my gaze. “I will have to actually read this amendment to agree. But for now, state your terms.”
“I will want to be funded 50% of total estimated building costs as gauged by a neutral third party, with another half of estimated maintenance costs for the first rotation of operations, also gauged by a neutral third party.”
I quickly thought over his proposal. “Add in a clause that you will have to pay for material overages, and in return we will allow a clause that we will pay for time overages. If that’s acceptable, we will have an agreement.”
Vulen’s face showed hopefulness once again as he bowed respectfully. “That is acceptable. You have a deal!”
I give him a professional bow as I delete and edit the appropriate sections on my copy of the contract. I then sent a quick request to the magister of Land and Housing to draw up the second contract. “Then let us reread our agreement to be sure there are no more disputes.”
Vulen sighed, seemingly annoyed that we were going through the contract once more. But it was for the best. By the end, the terms were found to be either mutually beneficial, or mutually neutral.
“Very good, Vulen,” I state, “the Magistratta approves of your proposal. Venric, if you would please also sign as a witness.”
With our paw signatures all set to the screens, the deal is done. Even though a couple thousand Gojid is only a fraction of the people rescued from the Cradle, that is still a couple thousand people who have a home once more. If other districts, or if Solgalick blesses it, other species see what we have done, perhaps they too shall follow suit.
Venric placed his pad in his lap and aimed an eye towards Vulen. “Now that that is done, there is the matter of your settlement.”
The landlord huffed as they began typing on their pad. I felt a slight amount of pity for him. It was due to the actions of his previous partners that caused him to be in this situation. But the results came for the best.
With a swipe of my paw, I saved the contract and sent off a copy for our Governor to review. The UN would work with her to find the appropriate amount of refugees to send, and we would get a message on when to receive them.
I pray to Solgalick that all goes well.
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We have been together 2.5yrs. Our relationship started off rough. He was following hundreds of local women which I didn't initially have a problem with. Then I noticed he only liked all of they cleavage/nice butt photos. I mean predictably so. Even a few accounts linked to only fans. I thought if he likes me it will stop. I brought it up and he said he understood. But he didn't follow through on unfollowing them. This was two months in. He was already calling me his girlfriend. The second time I brought it up I was more stern with the fact it was a huge boundary issue for me. He did not react well. He yelled at me and told me I was being controlling. I know this is a huge red flag but he later apologized and got rid of some of them. Some. At 6mo in I noticed he was still engaging in the behaviors. I gave him an ultimatum that if he didn't give it up I was out. He apparently did soul searching and finally gave it up.
Now I have insecurities about his phone. Which surface sometimes I reach out to him for support and he gets frustrated. Saying things like "I'm not doing that anymore, we're going to have to find a way for you to get over that or deal with those thoughts". Fine. I get it, he did stop.
Other issues. He has ED from time to time which made me feel like he badly. I am a pretty attractive woman traditionally speaking. I get offers which I don't engage with and actively turn down. Even doing oral on him doesn't get it going. Which makes me worried he's masterbating too much. Maybe it's a stretch but let me continue.. next issue.
I have given this man 100s of blowjobs. Like to the point I'm tired of it. My throat is sensitive from how hard he tries to put it in. I told him this which he acknowledged and promised he'd not go so hard. The past 3 times I tried to do it without letting him go deep he pushed it and hurt my throat. He said sorry I forgot when I stopped him but I'm already turned off.
Yesterday I was telling him a very sensitive issue that has to do with my sister. I was upset. Later comes into the room where I'm resting on the bed. He was laying next to me taking a break from work. He had a boner which was surprising bc he's been having ed issues lately so I just mentioned it, like oo nice. He replied "Why don't you give it a kiss?" I said no thank you. He then said kinda aggressively "Suck my dick." Mind you I was sitting on the bed researching how to help my sister and obviously not in the mood. I even said no once. I told him it was rude and I don't want to do it bc it's been hurting my throat and he told me that, "it's not like I told you I was going to skull f*ck you." I was super hurt and grossed out by him in that moment. He is uncircumcised and hadn't event showered (we had sex the night before). Like I said no.
So I approached him once I gathered my thoughts and told him I felt like it was insensitive they way he demanded after I said no then got mad when I told him why. He could have just said sorry or made out with me before and got me in the mood. He said "I was kidding" and basically acted like I overreacted.
I'm sick of his crass insensitive nature. He knows I have a history of SA abuse and I need more tenderness. I've told him I want to go to therapy bc I'm sick of these types of this ruining our good times. He does something insensitive and I retreat then bring it up and he gets mad when I point out how those patterns of behavior are unsettling.
I made an ultimatum 7 or 8mo ago we go to therapy or we need to let it go. He said yes I may an appt and he said he wasn't comfortable with who I chose. So he said he'd look into it. He hadn't and the fights are getting more intense and I don't even want to touch him any more.
He has redeeming qualities I promise. It's just the bad are really fucking uncomfortable at this point.

Let me start by saying that I’m not mechanically inclined.
This morning, my Nautilus’s middle spray arm was partly still extended when I went to unload the dishwasher. I was able to easily just press down a little and it dropped back down, but I’m wondering if it’s safe to continue using or if I should call for maintenance. I’m able to pull up on the spray arm parts, with zero resistance, and I don’t know if that’s normal or not. Just don’t want to try to use it and damage anything further.
Thoughts?