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As someone who likes complementing people, and I have had to stop myself from complementing someone too many times in a row; I've met many men who I wanted to complement but never did. The reason for this is because growing up I was told that complementing a guy in any way could be seen as flirting, and I've also been told I have a flirty personality. I've also grown up hearing horror stories from women in my life where they or someone they know were just being nice and a guy thought they were flirting so he would say she was coming on to him or use the "she was asking for it" excuse.

Even though I don't think I've personally met a man that would do that to me, I will never take that chance.

I just know that the dudes who make those "girls get 500 compliments a day vs. guy gets one compliment once and cherishes it for the rest of his life" memes put zero effort into their appearance. Like what exactly do you expect people to say? Wow nice plain ill-fitting hoodie, goes great with your basic-ass blue jeans and nondescript haircut. Got some real cool Grey Man vibes going on, you could seamlessly blend into any crowd ever without being seen at all.

Like nobody has any obligation to look any certain way, but you can't expect to be praised for doing something you're not even trying to do. I dress like I got tarred and feathered in a Tim Burton film costume department discard scrap pile, and someone saying they like my style is a biweekly occurrence.

Let's give mama kisses

Mother and her cub

This sketch dump is for you, Huntlow nation 🫵

misc. Spamtons and such

people are always like "Oh a vampire wouldn't get horny while drinking someone's blood, that's like getting horny while eating a sandwich" and like man have you never had a really good fucking sandwich?

Can we appreciate Agustín Madrigal? His daughter is just like "hey dad I just broke several rules, nearly died, stole a thing, now the house is falling apart and the entire town could be in danger and it might all be my fault", and he doesn't even get cross for a moment, he's instantly like "okay we can fix this we just have to hide this, let me help you hide this. nobody needs to know".

One of his daughters could be like "dad I killed a man" and he'd just be like "okay sweetie don't panic I'll help you hide the body".

Today it really hit me that I was groomed as a child

TW; talks of child grooming, sexual assault, and unacceptance from family member (?)

When I was about 5-7 was being sexually abused by my uncle. Classic am I right, little girl getting unwanted touches from uncle. I don't remember much, but what I do remember makes me never want to be with a man. I don't really know, or, remember really, how it started but he would come up to me and ask me if I wanted to play a game. Being five or six I obviously said yes. He then would show me how to give him a hand job and then I'd do it. Then when I didn't want to do that anymore he showed me how to give a blow job. I always hated those more.

When I said the 'game' wasn't fun anymore he'd say he'd give me candy if I did a good job. In my little kid mind all I heard was "candy" so I obviously said yes.

To make sure I didn't say anything he told me that if told anyone my dad would go to jail. It was bullshit and looking back I feel stupid for believing him but barely just learned my 'abc' and he was older than me. I don't think he ever did anything to me but kiss me, but if he did I might have suppressed it. I remember one specific when we passed the room we'd 'play' in and he tried suggesting going all the way, but I knew in my little seven(I think🤔) year old mind that that wasn't ok. So I told him no and went down stairs.

The sad thing is, is that I don't even think he knew he was grooming me. I can't remember how old he was but he was just starting to grow a mustache, and he was about the same age as my aunt who is only five year's older then me. I was told he was about 12-15.

It came out in second grade when I was asking my cousin on the opposite side of the family if something similar was happening to him. He might have been the same age as me(only a couple months younger than me) but he knew instantly that that was not right and told his mom. She obviously told my mom who was obviously upset. I have no idea what happened to him and was never told of he was punished

Todays the first day I've talked about it with anyone since it happened. When I was at school today the topic of sexual assault came up and me and my friend bonded over it I then went home and talked to my my about it for the first time. When it came out what was going on she would ask me what happened, I never told her and I decided I would talk about it with her when I saw her today which I did and she was proud of me. When I went home to my grandma leaving for work she asked what was wrong, cause I guess I looked out of it so I told her. What really upset me was that she just scoffed and asked why I was thinking about that. When I told her why and brought out the fact that it really hit that was being groomed some of her exact words were "you weren't being groomed, he was 12 he couldn't do that!-" "you can't even remember what happened" and she was in the kitchen so it was harder to hear her but I'm pretty sure she said "there were only three times, quit be dramatic." I only heard '-three times quit-' so I think that's what she said.

ANYWAYS- I'm done venting now bye

Happy Pride!