LousyCornMuffins

it’s not a sounding tool, it’s a “i have significant trouble getting or staying up, or significant trouble with urinary continence, or both: and have a penis, and do not want to use a traditional catheter” tool. dad used them when he was dying and losing control of (all of) his muscles so he wouldn’t wet the bed at night at 65. it’s basically a condom that, instead of having a little bubble for semen at the end, it has a non-inserted catheter, so you can urinate into it. they make at-home catheter management a lot easier, as foleys only safely last a month to my knowledge.

We love our screamy furballs huh. I haven’t had one that screamed all day for fun until this current one (both my wife and I are singers, so I always just figured he’s joining in or singing his own songs).

You can train that “meow to poop” behavior. All of my cats do it. It’s because every time I go to the bathroom, I say to the house in general (okay to the cats) “gotta poop!” And well, you know how cats copy.

I grew up in a cult. After I got out, my experience generally mirrors yours but damn I have some family members.

When I came out to my wife, that was her reaction. I picked damn well

I wish I had the whole story, but Gramps divorced Grandma and moved to San Francisco. Joined a band. Did a little drag. Found a wonderful partner we all knew as Uncle [Harvis] and they were together forty years before Gramps passed (cancer. None of the polycule were HIV+ through some “small” miracle). When I was in high school Gramps came out, and we were all “thank you for trusting us enough to share this with us, but like we kinda figured what with you only having one bed” Then they added a clown (who was also an excellent cook, not using clown as an pejorative here) to the relationship. And then a failed businessman who got eaten by Amway. And then a former preacher. I had seven grandpas when Gramps finally passed and I was 15 before I realized my family was unusual.

I don’t tell my other two (cishet. Feels kinda weird that I have to specify but the other 5 are not) grandpas, but the ones in the polycule have always been my favorite, especially Gramps. They knew healthy ways to feed my transgressivosity gland. My favorite holidays growing up were the ones we spent at their house, even though they didn’t have all the fancy toys. No, they gave attention and treated like real (though little) human beings without fail. Actually listened to the words coming out of our mouths instead of tuning us out.

So I get you were probably hoping for a different perspective, but I think they had a great relationship and they helped me figure out how to be a good spouse by mere example.

Hey, don’t forget those of us who like to complain for complaining’s sake. My poor aching scarf.

The musicians I know who aren’t closet nerds are vocal nerds. We, uh, had to do something with all that time alone

I dunno dude. Seems you wouldn’t be getting this upset if my original comment weren’t right on the mark. Also, you too ≠ you first.

Fangirl: ^{let me get my saddle}

i’m pretty sure beans will never die

if you need a translation for how everyone reads this conversation:
“all these people (not me) need to go do something about it!”
“which includes you”
" stop projecting"

uhhhhhh sure dude

and i’m certain you have a detailed plan that involves you staying put behind your keyboard.

me last night reading the news as i’m trying to go to sleep

then:

we talking about the furry or jesus

i saw a shitton of deer on my bike ride tonight.

i wasn’t kink shaming i was kink sharing theres a fine difference