and honestly, even if it is a simulation, so what? do you have a way to get out? can you even exist outside of it? do you hurt or love any less knowing that? what are you supposed to do about it? give up? lay your simulation body on the simulation dirt and simulation die?
none of it really matters does it, especially because you can't know if it's possible to leave/exist outside. as far as you know this life is still the only thing that is certain
o7
from now on we should only send pacifistic asexual (sex repulsed to be specific, i know you kinky aces exist you can't hide) vegetarians to space
i got 80 :') silk slonged itself perfectly into the 10 before i go back to working and it consumed my soul during this time
i used to do that, but my sanity suffered, now i block liberally
remember kids, it doesn't need to be difficult to make to be art, it just needs to make you think of it as art
nobody remembers that trans men exist :( (apart from terfs, sometimes)
that's not flower power that's just misogyny! your husband has taught your daughter to be misogynistic towards herself. i think you need a long conversation with her, you need to disillusion her from the promises of "simplicity" of such worldview, because if anything happens to make her less than perfect for "a man like daddy" then she's going to be left helpless and unable to take care of herself in the long run. and even if she finds a man to take care of her - she will be then stuck with him no matter who he turns out to be
Ravioooli!
so spacenoodle's noodle has been in various spaces?
yup, we're right here
yes, been a fan of Camus's philosophy since i was 16ish