Friendly Irish Kitty on Flickr.
Friendly Irish Kitty
Friendly Irish Kitty on Flickr.
Friendly Irish Kitty
Ready for a long ace-centric metaphor about sex?
Alright, so. Coffee. I don’t drink coffee. I have no desire to drink coffee. I find people who enthusiastically go on about the flavor differences of lattes, espressos, and french press brews, both amusing and mildly baffling. All the coffee ads. Coffee jokes. Bustling coffee shops. To me, all coffee is similarly bitter and unpleasant. I have been through so many “Try this, it’s sweet! You can’t even taste the coffee!” Alas, I always can. And I’m sensitive to caffeine anyway. So, I don’t really think about drinking it when I wake up or am tired.
Yet I love the smell of coffee. I love the idea of coffee. The feeling of a warm cup taking the chill from my fingers, the cozy ritual of having a drink and chat.
I might try someone’s coffee. If they ask, if I want to please them and share in something they enjoy.
I am also perfectly capable of learning the preferences of those I care about and creating a cup for their pleasure.
But I don’t want coffee, generally speaking. I will probably make a face after trying their coffee and wash the taste out with something else. They may rush to reassure me that it is an acquired taste. And I’ll have to reply that it’s a taste I don’t particularly care about acquiring in the way they did. ‘Drink it till you like it’ will never work for me.
But that doesn’t mean I am against coffee or think people shouldn’t drink it. Doesn’t mean I’ve taken a vow to never drink any. And sure, maybe if you get one of those sugar and whipped cream disasters, more of a warm milkshake than a cup of coffee, I’ll probably be happier sipping it with you. But honestly? I’d rather smell someone else’s coffee and not be expected to drink it. I’d really rather have the heat and sweetness of my hot cocoa.
I love this
The best part is it works for ALLLL the ace spectrum! Maybe you like one specific type of coffee on rare occasions! Maybe you enjoy coffee when you’re sharing the drink with someone! Maybe you can’t even stand the smell of coffee!
This needs to be on my blog.
This is it exactly oh my god.
I will always reblog it when it comes back to my dash because I am both asexual and don’t like coffee and the funny thing is that people genuinely can be most baffled about the coffee.
Usually, when I tell people I don’t drink alcohol they are fine, but when I tell them I don’t drink coffee they just stare at me weirdly. And this, in a way, can also be a metaphor for asexuality. Hopefully less so.
I SAW THIS POST A WHILE BACK AND THEN I LOST IT SO I’M REBLOGGING SO I’LL NEVER LOSE IT
Whenever Americans use Cryillic like. That. I just. Instantly shrivel up an cry
Like idk how to tell you this but ? isnt h and ? isnt n
It’s true and you should say it.
? isnt R
? isnt P
? isnt B
If you want to explain, what does it mean then? 0.0
? makes n sound,? makes ee sound, ? makes ya sound, ? makes r sound, ? makes v sound
you mean, like, ???
oh no. It can be made with Cyrillic now
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE EXPLAINED
Saying bye to Zoan Kitty for a few weeks. I’m going to miss all of them.
This is so wholesome
Update: he finally got the cat to the vet to see if she had a microchip
I was already on board with his sweet wholesome open-to-love-and-nurturing heart but I was fully unprepared for getting to that last tweet and seeing how off the hook HOT dude is
https://twitter.com/pariszarcilla?lang=en heres his twitter is here there is also additonal cat photos of his children.
CAT DAD IS BACK
aww, the kids grow up so fast. ;-;
HHHHHHHH I LOVE CAT DAD!
This is, by far, the single most adorable fucking thing I have ever seen.
I love that he kept …. All of them.
I’ve reblogged the earlier part of this thread before, and the new stuff makes it even better.
This is the Tumblr equivalent of a warm hug on a cold day.
I remember this thread, but I never saw the grown-up pics ?
This is the most pure Twitter thread in existence <3
They’re all grown up!
Elegance mystery intrigue…..
Who is that masked beauty? We shall never know…
There’s so frequently an undercurrent of ableism in cyberpunk (especially modern quasi-cyberpunk that misses the point) and it’s just as often reflected in the able-bodied fandom.
Able bodied people are always so shocked when I say I’d gladly replace some or all of my body with ultra-tech level cybernetic replacements (aka looks and feels like the real thing to myself and others or at least retains my sense of touch) if they existed now. Like why yes I would replace my arms, legs, and spinal cord if it meant being free of constant pain. This is not a hard call.
“But what about your humanity?” Not sure who decided my humanity was stored in my ass, Karen.
This is a thing in Callisto 6 – a Cyberpunk live-play RPG. Most cybernetic replacements are used by people who need it. In keeping in line with the genre, corporate rich people get much higher quality ones, but the point remains.
The campaign setting was partially written by Sam de Leve, who might know a thing or two about this. Also, the live-play is so awesome and has the best people and…
How do you get your dogs to look at you with such adoration and loyalty? Is it treats? My mom’s cats look at me with indifference and lowkey contempt.
You’ve just identified the primary difference between cats and dogs.
If it helps, I can probably help with the cat equivalent. Care for them more like you would a dog. Play with them, give them treats, challenge their minds, and always give them attention and love. While my kitties have been unusually affectionate all of their lives, I’m sure part of it was how I raised them.