Yeah, things like tags and the nsfw flag makes sense. It’s a useful tool that doesn’t hurt anyone, and reduces the hassles involved in removing a post just because there were errors in that surface level stuff.

Now, editing the content, no. Hell no.

The nsfw flag is the more important one tbh.

But, tags allow users to search and sort things (or ideally would, no idea what the actual implementation might be). Having consistent tagging for that purpose is a net plus as a user because if mods can change them, then when you search or sort, there’s a higher chance that the results will be consistent. When users pick their own tags and they can’t be changed, results get messy unless a mod removes the post, contacts the user, tells them what tag to use, then watches to make sure they use it when they repost/edit.

There’s no use for tags other than sorting, searching and filtering. So a mod kinda needs to be able to change them if they’re in place at all

I tell this story a lot because I miss the hell out of her.

In 2007 I brought home a corgi. She still had floppy ears to go along with those stumpy little legs. She was being house trained, and the fastest place to take her was in the side yard.

One day, a canine buddy saw me and came jogging over. This fella was a pittie, about knee height to me. Big, brawny pooch. He was also as sweet as he was big.

My little Luna love did not know this. She catches sight of him gallumphing our way and almost jumped in front of me, between me and the ghostly white beast. She was barely taller than my ankle

Her hackles rise, and this puppy growl starts unzipping through the air.

She’s a mouthful for him, if he was that sort of dog.

But she was going to take him on if need be. He, however, sat down, cocked his head and just looked back and forth between me and her.

I take a knee and get her redirected, then calmed down enough to introduce them. Didn’t take long, since the big doofus did a play bow and snurfled her, and she switched immediately to fun mode.

So, we go in the back yard where she can be off leash, and they romp until she’s exhausted enough to fall asleep between his paws. Took all of ten minutes. He gives her a bath while I’m petting both of them.

Eventually, she wakes up, and we go in, while the hephalump meanders home.

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Music player saaaad

Look, if you’re going to be jaqing off in public like that, you gotta offer handjobs all around.

My mom was what is colloquially called a screamer. Mind you, it wasn’t actual screams, she was just really loud. More moans and grunts

By the time I was old enough to even notice that it was happening, it was just something that happened. They’d be alone in their room, making noises, then come out a little later very happy and laughing and that joy would spill over.

In other words, their good sex made me happy because it made them happy.

Now, it wasn’t too long before I asked what they were doing. They gave me the pidgin version “when adults really love each other, they’ll spend time alone together having sex sometimes.” They answered my questions about that in similarly simple terms.

By the time I really understood what sex was, it was something that when I heard it, I was still happy because it meant good things.

I also knew that my parents were willing to answer reasonable questions about sex, and that they’d give me resources when their knowledge of factual matters ended.

Now, my sister, when she was maybe 10 had never noticed it because with two kids, the only time they got to have sex was after we were both in bed lol. She’d be asleep fast, but I’d be reading.

So, one night they woke her up, and she came to me and said she was scared. I, in what was a rare instance of me getting things right as a big brother, hugged her and said it was okay, and explained things to her in the same way it had been explained to me.

And, my sister being who she was just asked, “can I bring my barbies in here, they’re too loud the go back to sleep”. So, when my parents got up to clean up and whatnot, they asked what was going on, and I explained it to them, they apologized for waking her up, and made sure she was okay, and that I was okay.

Growing up, we both tended to have very positive views about sex. It wasn’t something either of us ever expressed any fear of, or anything like that. My sister has said that, while she chose to wait a lot longer than I did to engage in anything serious, when she did feel ready, she wasn’t scared or nervous because she knew that it was supposed to be something everyone involved had fun doing. She also knew that anyone being to pressure her or anything more intense than that was not acceptable, and that my dad would gladly beat the ever living hell out of anyone trying it. As would I.

Which was also my takeaway from it. That sex was something good, and it brought joy to people. Also that it wasn’t anything to be ashamed of, though (as my parents had warned me) that not everyone felt that way. So neither of us was prone to evangelizing sex either. We were what is called “sex positive”.

My sister was an adult by the time she wanted to do anything more than kissing and maybe some over the clothes groping. I started a bit younger, what with a lot of my friends in the neighborhood being girls and me being decidedly not prone to the usual bravado and bullshit that boys get into. I didn’t enjoy the company of most boys, and wasn’t an asshole to the girls, so they liked me.

That meant that when they were feeling ready to engage in exploration, I was the boy they trusted enough to bring it up with. Then, because I was sex positive and had been very firmly advised not to pressure people into things, they would often pick me for the next step they wanted to take.

By the time I was willing and ready to engage in penetrative sex with someone, I had had access to plenty of great information on how to not make bad decisions. I knew about safer sex, I understood that if a girl said no, even if we were in the middle of something, I was expected to stop. And I knew that I wasn’t the only one that could and should enjoy it.

It was also the case that I turned down PIV sex several times before I felt ready for it. Not that I didn’t want to do it, I definitely did. I just didn’t feel like it was something I was ready for emotionally or in a practical sense. So I waited longer than I might have without the access to sex positive information, which was part and parcel of how my parents handled all of it.

Which, a shoutout to Coco, the young lady that, when I said I wasn’t ready to go all the way in response to her request, said that it was okay, just go down on her again. Zero pressure, no insults or snide jokes, just a shrug and switching activities.

As an adult, I directly credit my parents being open, honest, and positive about sex to me having had good sex. Me and my wife have raised our kid in a similar way (though we’re not as loud lol, we know how to grab a pillow before things get that good), and the kid has expressed gratitude about how we’ve handled it after hearing friends talk about how their parents address sex.

Our kid has also said that they’re glad we still love each other like that, because some of those friends have also talked about what happens when their parents aren’t engaging in a mutually healthy sexual interaction. There’s other reasons too, but those get into things that would be against the agreement with the kid about what kind of information we adults are allowed to share with others about them

So, that’s my basic experience. That the sounds of sex matter a shit ton less than how the adults handle things regarding sex. If the parents are willing to put in the work and make it a positive, it’s a positive thing, even a potentially great thing.

So, your hobby is masturbation

Nice :)

It’s mostly an English language forum. But there’s instances that are set up in German, and I wanna say Farsi (don’t hold me to that, I’m going off what someone else said it was). There’s communities that are Spanish and Portuguese based, though I can’t recall if there’s instances in those or not. I’ve seen Cyrillic posts and comments, though I couldn’t tell you anything more than that.

So, it’s not totally western world, just damn near it.

There’s a decided lack of Asian presence in years terms of instances, but there are users that have said they’re from japan, korea, and thailand (iirc).

I’ve yet to run across anyone saying they’re from anywhere in Africa.

South America, I’m not sure if you count as western or not, but there’s definitely some folks from Brazil, and I wanna say Venezuela? But it’s been a few months since I ran into that conversation, could have been something made me think Venezuela when it was somewhere else.

But, tbh, lemmy started out as, and still is, a reddit offshoot. Reddit was not only predominantly western, but predominantly american in user base. Lemmy seems a little more diverse than that, and also seems to be shifting at least more European than reddit ever has been.

I’m pulling all this from memory of seeing people talk about where they’re from, over mostly the last two years, since before the reddit debacle in 23, I maybe used lemmy a handful of times, just to keep track of how it was going.

Look, dick, you asked a question, I explained it.

I’m not the guy that made the post, but that’s the reason it was mildly infuriating. You don’t have to like the reason, you don’t have to think it’s a good reason, but there’s no good reason for you to be a dick to someone answering your question.

So, you know, fuck off

they’re showing the links, but you can’t access them.

It is the fault of the site being dicks, but the search engines make the problem more annoying

Jesus.

Jesus is always the answer

Waiiit a minute, are you a jumping spider, man?

Yup.

Don’t get me wrong, I really only use forks at this point, but that’s all they are, nor distinct browsers of their own

Yeah, that’s part of why I shifted to baggy stuff. More comfortable, easier to shop for.

It’s the smell of mucous membranes.

So, the same smell as the inside of your nose and sinuses.

Which is, essentially, the smell of slightly salty water with traces of protein. Which barely smells at all

Both at once, hard enough to shoot boogers right through the tissue with a satisfying thwack. Bonus points if the neighbors move out because of the noise

Soooo, that means there’s no good reason to not lick strangers? Sweet :)

Well, depending on who you ask, vanity or capitalism.

Women’s sizes were chosen.

Men’s sizes are typically measurements, usually waist × inseam and neck × sleeve × chest

Women’s sizes are harder because they have a wider range of measurements needed to get a good fit. Bust size, waist size, and hip size can have different ratios to each other, even when the waist size is the same. So, Wanda might have a 20 inch waist, a 58 bust and a 36 hip measurement. But her sister June might be 20 waist, 36 bust and 58 hips. Obviously, clothing measured the way men’s is wouldn’t give as reliable a guide.

So, way back when mass produced clothing came onto the scene with standardized sizes, something needed to be picked.

Turns out that a size 6 sells better than a size 20, even if the actual measurements are exactly the same. Not that men’s clothing is immune from vanity capitalism, you should see the clusterduck that is XL sizing.

But, with “dressy” clothing, mens shirts are usually going to be measured. Women’s sizing, particularly dresses and pants, they go by the fairly arbitrary numeric system based on ratios. Just don’t ask me how it was calculated originally, I never cared enough to find out.

Thing is, while those sizes were originally meant to standardize things, that no longer works. You go get a size 6 in one store, hold it up against a size 8 from another, and they’ll be the same measurements. Why? Because they’re playing a numbers game based on vanity. Some places, a size 6 is unrecognizable as an actual size, it’s just so far off from the median.

Also, I use size 6 a lot because it was, at one point, the “default” size for models and mannequins. I think that’s changed, but it stuck in my head, so I tend to pull it up as a baseline example. I know it’s usually what’s used for fitting models, which is a whole thing of its own. It varies a lot more nowadays for runway and catalog work though. Height is more important in catalog work afaik.

Anyway, tangent aside, shoes are a bit more practical. Women’s feet have a slightly different set of angles, so just a toe-to-heel measure wouldn’t work exactly the same between men’s and women’s feet. I can’t recall the exact points where measurements occur to get the different sizes, but that’s what it comes down to. You have to measure the feet differently to get a good fit.

Which is the overall why none of the clothing sizes will cross over well.

Yeah, a men’s XL is going to fit a woman with a given bust measurement about the same as a women’s xxl (iirc, don’t hold the exact conversion as fact, I’m just pulling from memory here), but they may not fit the same.

A men’s dress shirt is going to fit a woman horribly, even if it’s the right chest or neck diameter. It’ll be cut for a bigger waist, with longer arms. But a woman’s dress shirt will fit z better*, because that’s taken into account.

Funnily enough, men that lift a lot of weights end up having trouble fitting men’s clothing sizes as well. You get something that fits your chest, it won’t fit your waist (unless you’re a power lifter, where you tend to see less difference between chest and waist than in bodybuilder circles), and it may not fit your neck worth a damn. Buy for the neck size, your sleeves can be baggy.

The patterns used don’t scale up the same as the human body does as it puts on muscle. It’s still not as big of a pain in the ass as it is for women with significant differences, but it is a pain in the ass lol. I’ve never been able to buy a suit off the rack. I’ve only had a few, but they all had to be tailored.