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Lifted from the comments, two scenes of very modern divulging. 

First up, a behatted chap informs us that “women have many features.” In describing such features, much is revealed:

“People criticize me for dating a trans woman. Saying that I am a homosexual for doing so.”

Does this make him gay? pic.twitter.com/OR1a965u6U

— AmericanPapaBear (@AmericaPapaBear) March 7, 2025

Also, the question: “You can’t push it to the side?” 

And because more can always be shared, a blue-haired mother discusses her son’s penis with a room full of strangers:

“Medically, on paper, she is girl. She is just as much a girl as any other girl in the school. So she has a penis, guess what? It’s flaccid. 90% of the time it’s flaccid.”

-Mom testifies AGAINST protecting girls sports & providing them privacy.

This really is 🤡@ClownWorld_ pic.twitter.com/uNRdoQOaUC

— Scarlett Johnson (@scarlett4kids) March 8, 2025

Readers will doubtless have noted the remarks on turgidity and percentages, and may have calculated that ten percent of twenty-four hours is two hours and twenty-four minutes, which, regarding the phenomenon in question, is not an insignificant amount of time. Readers may also wonder by what motherly means this knowledge of arousal was arrived at.

Readers may even have theories as to how the son of this particular mother, the one with blue hair and extensive tattoos, came to be so unsure of who and what he is. 

Consider this an open thread.

The machine uprising, day 9. Previously. || Incoming. || In a choice of colours. || Lively scenes. || Pineapple sea cucumber. || The quiet part. || Snow clearing of note. || Neighbours of note. || Nommy-nommy-nom. || Modernity, baby. || She doesn’t want to give birth to any little Nazis, you see. || Take Me Out to the Ball Game. || I’m just going to leave this here, I think. || Venting stag. || Honey surplus. || The progressive retail experience, parts 614, 615, 616, and 617. || Dana is polyamorous. || The Life of the Private Eye, 1966. || The thrill of osteo-odonto keratoprosthesis, or tooth-in-eye surgery. || For likes. || Eight feet. || What fetish? || Mr Magee fell four miles without a parachute. || Space-saving innovation. || Safety first. || Here, have some faeces. || And finally, fun times for the weekend.

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I bring scenes of composure, grace, and emotional maturity:

This is what terminal and peak TDS looks like:

Liberals are the most vile, hateful, insufferable and toxic species on earth. pic.twitter.com/bbYyUC6XMw

— Liberacrat™️ (@Liberacrat) March 4, 2025

And who here hasn’t spent their evenings crafting voodoo effigies of people with whom they disagree politically?

Not entirely unrelated.

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