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08-10-2018, 05:56 AM
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#43
08-10-2018, 08:42 AM
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i engage in heteronormative behavior...
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Just this weekend past, I dined upon the seared flesh of an immature mammalian prey creature. My tongue bathed in the savory succulence of its juices and I delighted at the approach of a fine set of mammaries. Pale and youthful, they danced energetically ahead of their comely keeper. The cool night air doused thoroughly with affection their exposed bits where they nestled one another. I smiled. The irony was not lost on me as I threw back a hearty draught of milk washing the masticated bits of browned, but still bloody tissues down my gullet with the very secretions that may once have nourished them. I set my glass down and leaned back, exhaling as the admirable pair of mammaries drew to a stop across the table. I peered up inquisitively from beneath a single arched eyebrow and studied the pretty face floating above them. "How are we doing?" she asked me. I smiled and before I could reply she pounced on me with another question. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" Anything else! hah! I grinned broadly and popped a cherry tomato in my mouth. My mood withered a bit as it burst between my teeth, shooting a jet of delightfully acerbic juices across my naked tongue. It was not the flavor. No, it was the circumstance. Earlier that day I had harvested this tomato myself. I heard it cry out in agony as I severed the sinewy appendage just above the fruit my palette so sought. The experience had unsettled me. I swallowed. "I am fine, thank you."
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#44
08-10-2018, 08:47 AM
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c U reel soon
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#45
08-10-2018, 08:56 AM
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Again Hal's whip fell upon the dogs. They threw
themselves against the breast-bands, dug their feet into the packed snow, got down low to it, and put forth all their strength. The sled held as though it were an anchor. After two efforts, they stood still, panting. The whip was whistling savagely, when once more Mercedes interfered. She dropped on her knees before Buck, with tears in her eyes, and put her arms around his neck. "You poor, poor dears," she cried sympathetically, "why don't you pull hard?--then you wouldn't be whipped." Buck did not like her, but he was feeling too miserable to resist her, taking it as part of the day's miserable work. One of the onlookers, who had been clenching his teeth to suppress hot speech, now spoke up:-- "It's not that I care a whoop what becomes of you, but for the dogs' sakes I just want to tell you, you can help them a mighty lot by breaking out that sled. The runners are froze fast. Throw your weight against the gee-pole, right and left, and break it out." A third time the attempt was made, but this time, following the advice, Hal broke out the runners which had been frozen to the snow. The overloaded and unwieldy sled forged ahead, Buck and his mates struggling frantically under the rain of blows. A hundred yards ahead the path turned and sloped steeply into the main street. It would have required an experienced man to keep the top-heavy sled upright, and Hal was not such a man. As they swung on the turn the sled went over, spilling half its load through the loose lashings. The dogs never stopped. The lightened sled bounded on its side behind them. They were angry because of the ill treatment they had received and the unjust load. Buck was raging. He broke into a run, the team following his lead. Hal cried "Whoa! whoa!" but they gave no heed. He tripped and was pulled off his feet. The capsized sled ground over him, and the dogs dashed on up the street, adding to the gayety of Skaguay as they scattered the remainder of the outfit along its chief thoroughfare. Kind-hearted citizens caught the dogs and gathered up the scattered belongings. Also, they gave advice. Half the load and twice the dogs, if they ever expected to reach Dawson, was what was said. Hal and his sister and brother-inlaw listened unwillingly, pitched tent, and overhauled the outfit. Canned goods were turned out that made men laugh, for canned goods on the Long Trail is a thing to dream about. "Blankets for a hotel" quoth one of the men who laughed and helped. "Half as many is too much; get rid of them. Throw away that tent, and all those dishes,--who's going to wash them, anyway? Good Lord, do you think you're travelling on a Pullman?" And so it went, the inexorable elimination of the superfluous. Mercedes cried when her clothes-bags were dumped on the ground and article after article was thrown out. She cried in general, and she cried in particular over each discarded thing. She clasped hands about knees, rocking back and forth broken-heartedly. She averred she would not go an inch, not for a dozen Charleses. She appealed to everybody and to everything, finally wiping her eyes and proceeding to cast out even articles of apparel that were imperative necessaries. And in her zeal, when she had finished with her own, she attacked the belongings of her men and went through them like a tornado. This accomplished, the outfit, though cut in half, was still a formidable bulk. Charles and Hal went out in the evening and bought six Outside dogs. These, added to the six of the original team, and Teek and Koona, the huskies obtained at the Rink Rapids on the record trip, brought the team up to fourteen. But the Outside dogs, though practically broken in since their landing, did not amount to much. Three were short-haired pointers, one was a Newfoundland, and the other two were mongrels of indeterminate breed. They did not seem to know anything, these newcomers. Buck and his comrades looked upon them with disgust, and though he speedily taught them their places and what not to do, he could not teach them what to do. They did not take kindly to trace and trail. With the exception of the two mongrels, they were bewildered and spirit-broken by the strange savage environment in which they found themselves and by the ill treatment they had received. The two mongrels were without spirit at all; bones were the only things breakable about them. With the newcomers hopeless and forlorn, and the old team worn out by twenty-five hundred miles of continuous trail, the outlook was anything but bright. The two men, however, were quite cheerful. And they were proud, too. They were doing the thing in style, with fourteen dogs. They had seen other sleds depart over the Pass for Dawson, or come in from Dawson, but never had they seen a sled with so many as fourteen dogs. In the nature of Arctic travel there was a reason why fourteen dogs should not drag one sled, and that was that one sled could not carry the food for fourteen dogs. But Charles and Hal did not know this. They had worked the trip out with a pencil, so much to a dog, so many dogs, so many days, Q.E.D. Mercedes looked over their shoulders and nodded comprehensively, it was all so very simple.
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08-10-2018, 03:13 PM
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#49
08-11-2018, 12:03 AM
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This is a useful thread because the break from engaging in seriously important discussions has allowed me to step back and reflect about what I get out of participating in this community. It’s mostly uncalled for abuse. In the trans thread a guy is telling me I won’t get hired after my education due to my “weirdo” appearance. That type of shit would have hurt the hell out of me a few years ago. Now I could care less. I could care a great deal more, too. I have flexibility these days! I could thank you idiots for that but I won’t. I learned the last time I went for it was that people are cowards irl. Yeah you see their looks. You hear their muttered insults. They won’t say shit though. Not till they’re literally attacking you. But not here. You get an unfiltered insight into the general populations’ thoughts and it’s revealing. And the big reveal is most of you are trash. Unoriginal clones whose only desire in life is to make as much money as possible and consume resources. Keep chasing those inflating dollar bills, it’s truly what life is about. And be sure to bash anyone along the way who isn’t made from the literal same mold because differences are uncomfortable to deal with and god help you if you have to look at them.
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#50
08-11-2018, 12:31 AM
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I actually don't even believe that. It feels like it's true sometimes though. For all the bad of it, this community has been a great source of support (and abuse) for me through some pretty bad years. I'm a tougher person for my time here as unbelievable as that is and I have very few fucks left to give as far as hang ups preventing me from giving my goals in life a real shot.
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