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StrangersInTheNight
Dec 31, 2007
ABSOLUTE FUCKING GUDGEON
people who think it's bullshit the dude name always gets passed on by default and who are willing to put their money where their mouth is with their feminism and allow the person who actually has the baby get the dynasty do indeed exist.

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Everett False
Sep 28, 2006

Mopsy, I'm starting to question your medical credentials.

RenegadeStyle1 posted:

I don't quite understand taking the wife's name in relation to marriage. I totally understand not taking the husband's name and in fact me and my ex wife didn't change either of our names and it worked out very well since we got divorced but I've never understood taking the wife's name. If you think it's bad to get rid of your identity by taking on your husband's name why is it good for him? Unless you're on the run or don't want to get searched, but I imagine that's a very small amount of people. Im also not saying it's wrong, I'm genuinely curious as to why you would do it.

Making a new name entirely is also an option, but sometimes someone really likes their wife's family and actively wants to feel a part of it.

RenegadeStyle1
Jun 7, 2005

Baby Come Back
I can get behind the picking a new name but I've looked into changing names before for someone else and I feel that it'd be an insane amount of money to both change your names for something pretty inconsequential.

Barudak
May 7, 2007

Neito posted:

Wasn't this specifically a plot point in Eva or soemthing? Gendou had some other last name and took Yui's last name IIRC.

Name changes are automatic in Japan on marriage, someone legally must switch, and him taking his wifes name in a society where 95%+ of marriages the wife switches her name was a tip off that maybe we shouldn't let him be alone with the robot

Xachariah
Jul 26, 2004

jazzyhattrick posted:

Is it really so hard to just not gently caress somebody else? Like if you love your partner and don't want to hurt them, can't you just gently caress them instead of some random skank/fuckboi?

Like even if they're not available and you're really horny, why not just have a quick wank, as opposed to loving a stranger and nuking the relationship?

I dunno guys, these affair things seem really dumb and bad to me. Does anybody get why they're so popular?

Why do serial killers or paedophiles do what they do in spite of either of those being even more destructive than cheating? These things being taboo is part of what makes them sexually arousing for people who get off on depravity. Plus they're narcissistic and don't care about harming others in pursuit of their own satisfaction.

I'm not saying cheating is on par with those but the same principle applies I think, you know it's wrong/risky but that just makes it hotter. They also think they're smart enough that they'll never get caught, and they've been rehearsing their excuses for so long they either think they can talk their way out of it or they even start to believe their own rationalisations.

kimbo305
Jun 9, 2007

actually, yeah, I am a little mad

RenegadeStyle1 posted:

I don't quite understand taking the wife's name in relation to marriage.

I know a guy who married into a billionaire family and I guess wanted to cash in on that for himself as well as their kids.

OhAreThey
Oct 12, 2012

I like your nurse's uniform, guy.

jazzyhattrick posted:

Is it really so hard to just not gently caress somebody else? Like if you love your partner and don't want to hurt them, can't you just gently caress them instead of some random skank/fuckboi?

Like even if they're not available and you're really horny, why not just have a quick wank, as opposed to loving a stranger and nuking the relationship?

I dunno guys, these affair things seem really dumb and bad to me. Does anybody get why they're so popular?

I think it's some combination of people being selfish and taking their partners for granted and many people not being suited to long-term monogamy. We all know that sexual desire tends to fade the more familiar you become with your partner over time and there are a variety of ways to address that issue, but I think a lot of people just bury their heads in the sand.

I don't know what the solution is. It's probably a different solution for different people. But I think putting marriage and strict definitions of fidelity on a pedestal don't really help address the issue.

Mustang
Jun 18, 2006

“We don’t really know where this goes — and I’m not sure we really care.”
Cheating on a partner is morally repulsive, the integrity of any cheater is non-existent. If they're willing to betray the person they supposedly love more than anyone else then who's to say they aren't willing to betray their friends if it becomes personally beneficial for them to do so?

I end friendships if I find out they cheated on a partner, there is not a single good excuse and I'd rather surround myself with higher quality people.

Not cheating is incredibly easy, do these people not have any self control? Anything remotely resembling long-term thinking? Cheaters come across as both lacking any kind of consideration for other people as well as just really loving dumb.

therobit
Aug 19, 2008

I've been tryin' to speak with you for a long time

Neito posted:

Wasn't this specifically a plot point in Eva or soemthing? Gendou had some other last name and took Yui's last name IIRC.

No idea. I just remember meeting a couple guys who did that because we were in farm country and the old guys have to have someone to pass their land to.

OhAreThey
Oct 12, 2012

I like your nurse's uniform, guy.

Mustang posted:

Cheating on a partner is morally repulsive, the integrity of any cheater is non-existent. If they're willing to betray the person they supposedly love more than anyone else then who's to say they aren't willing to betray their friends if it becomes personally beneficial for them to do so?

I end friendships if I find out they cheated on a partner, there is not a single good excuse and I'd rather surround myself with higher quality people.

Not cheating is incredibly easy, do these people not have any self control? Anything remotely resembling long-term thinking? Cheaters come across as both lacking any kind of consideration for other people as well as just really loving dumb.

I can't say I agree with you, but your opinion is definitely a popular one.

I agree that cheating is wrong--and it's the lying that is the wrong thing, not simply the act of having sex outside of a relationship. But I also don't think it's remotely as evil as people make it out to be.

All of this said, cheating is definitely something people should have hard, honest conversations about going into a long-term, committed partnership. I think some people believe the very act of even *talking* about the possibility of cheating suggests someone doesn't have "integrity", but I actually think it's good to talk about these things and to be clear about boundaries. Some people would dump a partner of 20 years if the other person so much as kissed someone. Other people wouldn't. Everyone has different boundaries.

Baronjutter
Dec 31, 2007

"Tiny Trains"

I've known some folks who have cheated, but the were in really lovely abusive relationships they didn't feel safe escaping. I can't fault people in that sort of situation.

Soylent Pudding
Jun 22, 2007

We've got people!


I used to know folks who cheated on spouses deployed to Iraq. Is this praxis?

OhAreThey
Oct 12, 2012

I like your nurse's uniform, guy.
I also think the details matter.

loving multiple people behind your partner's back and lying to them for years? Absolute deal breaker.

Having too many drinks and copping a (consensual) feel of someone's boob at a wild party and then telling on yourself the next morning? Not a dealbreaker (to me).

Some people think masturbating is cheating and I'm sure most people in this thread would agree that's loving absurd. But to the person who genuinely believes it's cheating, it's not absurd. Same with porn, etc.

WoodrowSkillson
Feb 24, 2005

*Gestures at 60 years of Lions history*

OhAreThey posted:

Having too many drinks and copping a (consensual) feel of someone's boob at a wild party and then telling on yourself the next morning? Not a dealbreaker (to me).

In this case, this falls into the realm of you don't confess. If you truly made a simple mistake and never crossed the line into full blown cheating, and have no intent to repeat the behavior, you loving keep it to yourself and deal with the guilt. Confessing that is just offloading the anxiety and stress onto your partner and telling them to deal with it and forgive you.

therobit
Aug 19, 2008

I've been tryin' to speak with you for a long time
If you are in a relationship you are already cheating on your true life partner Rosy Palms.

Halloween Jack
Sep 12, 2003
I WILL CUT OFF BOTH OF MY ARMS BEFORE I VOTE FOR ANYONE THAT IS MORE POPULAR THAN BERNIE!!!!!

Soylent Pudding posted:

I used to know folks who cheated on spouses deployed to Iraq. Is this praxis?
Jody is a comrade.

I feel a twinge of...pity mixed with contempt? at the guy who apparently carried on a years-long affair because he was too ashamed to tell his wife about his kinks. It's probably something really lame.

Long-Time Lurker
May 20, 2021

readin'-but-not-postin'-jones

OhAreThey posted:

Some people think masturbating is cheating and I'm sure most people in this thread would agree that's loving absurd. But to the person who genuinely believes it's cheating, it's not absurd. Same with porn, etc.

My partner once asked me what do I think of when I masturbate, I told them my fantasy involving a celebrity. They didn't get mad but instead got incredibly sad and said I might as well cheat if I can already think of having sex with someone other than them.

OhAreThey
Oct 12, 2012

I like your nurse's uniform, guy.

WoodrowSkillson posted:

In this case, this falls into the realm of you don't confess. If you truly made a simple mistake and never crossed the line into full blown cheating, and have no intent to repeat the behavior, you loving keep it to yourself and deal with the guilt. Confessing that is just offloading the anxiety and stress onto your partner and telling them to deal with it and forgive you.

This actual situation happened to me (I was the "cheated upon" person) and my partner confessed...and I told him that I really respected him for telling me, and immediately forgave him.

But that was also when I started to realize I don't feel a lot of sexual jealousy, so your mileage may vary. I think it's important to know whether your partner would appreciate being told more than not.

Absurd Alhazred
Mar 27, 2010

by Athanatos
I'm staying single.

Cerepol
Dec 2, 2011


OhAreThey posted:

behind your partner's back and lying to them for years?

It's this past that i find morally repugnant. Cheating can happen, humans are imperfect emotional brings that love to consume mind altering substances, but own up to your fuckup and dont deny your partner the respect to make their own choice based on your actions.

OhAreThey
Oct 12, 2012

I like your nurse's uniform, guy.

Long-Time Lurker posted:

My partner once asked me what do I think of when I masturbate, I told them my fantasy involving a celebrity. They didn't get mad but instead got incredibly sad and said I might as well cheat if I can already think of having sex with someone other than them.

Yeah, this genuinely nuts to me. I think this is what happens when we fetishize ONLY being attracted to your partner forever and ever amen.

OhAreThey
Oct 12, 2012

I like your nurse's uniform, guy.

Cerepol posted:

It's this past that i find morally repugnant. Cheating can happen, humans are imperfect emotional brings that love to consume mind altering substances, but own up to your fuckup and dont deny your partner the respect to make their own choice based on your actions.

I agree with you there. Being lied to and/or gaslit would be a deal breaker to me, regardless whether it's about cheating or something else.

Cthulu Carl
Apr 16, 2006

Neito posted:

When I worked at the helpdesk at my college during my degree, I regularly had to help a "Dr. Dragon", and we all agreed that names don't get cooler than that.

A company I worked out once had someone in the org whose last name was Warrior.

Sisal Two-Step
May 29, 2006

mom without jaw
dad without wife


i'm taking all the Ls now, sorry

jazzyhattrick posted:

Is it really so hard to just not gently caress somebody else? Like if you love your partner and don't want to hurt them, can't you just gently caress them instead of some random skank/fuckboi?

Like even if they're not available and you're really horny, why not just have a quick wank, as opposed to loving a stranger and nuking the relationship?

I dunno guys, these affair things seem really dumb and bad to me. Does anybody get why they're so popular?

listen, he had a kink,

Xachariah
Jul 26, 2004

Cthulu Carl posted:

A company I worked out once had someone in the org whose last name was Warrior.

First name Ultimate? Did you work for the WWF?

Baronjutter
Dec 31, 2007

"Tiny Trains"

Cheaters I've known:

-Happy couple, both successful academics. Picture perfect Instagram couple who loved to travel together. Eventually had a baby. Turns out the dude was loving a german academic in his field every time he traveled. Had a whole secret 2nd life where he'd meet up with her. He instantly turned the whole thing around on her saying it was just so gosh darn hard since they had the baby and the sense of *adventure* in the relationship had diminished. It also turned out like half his trips abroad were not even conferences, they were just gently caress sessions with his mistress which left his wife home alone with the baby for weeks at a time. Also he had spent all their money on international travel and luxury accommodations for his affair trips. most of their lovely friend group sided with him saying she just didn't understand what it was like being a successful academic forced to travel a lot.

-Dude who married a fairly chill seeming lady who either hid or later developed severe mental illness after having a kid. Refused to get any treatment, became an abusive and terrifying presence. Dude's can't be victims of abuse and he had a kid with her (which she always used as leverage, saying she's report him for abuse and make sure he never saw their kid again) so he felt locked in and forced to make it work. An emotional affair at his work turned into a full on affair, but his affair partner was a huge positive influence in his life and a constant sanity check against his abusive wife's gaslighting and general fuckery. Affair partner set him up with a good divorce lawyer, therapy, and helped him out of his relationship and with sole custody of his daughter. They now are married and have a kid together along with her kid from a previous marriage and seem to be doing super well.

-A friend of mine who went on a few casual dates with upfront clarity that this was a non-exclusive hookup sort of situation. Unknown to my friend, this lady was married with a kid and for her this was an exciting life-changing affair. She declared my friend her soulmate and that she "agreed" to run away from her stifling marriage and motherhood to be with him as was clearly his offer and intent by hooking up a few times. Lost her mind and became an on and off again stalker for a good number of years when he said no thanks and didn't want anything more to do with her. Her husband got involved too and of course put all the blame on this seductive cad that seduced and used his wife. Every time she'd go through a month of obsessively trying to contact my friend her husband would then contact him after to threaten him and demand he stop contact with his wife, just an insane situation.

DemoneeHo
Nov 9, 2017

Come on hee-ho, just give us 300 more macca


Soylent Pudding posted:

I used to know folks who cheated on spouses deployed to Iraq. Is this praxis?

It's worth getting them the bumper sticker, at the very least






My (30F) Fiancé (33M) started withholding affection to get sex and wants me to leave him if he becomes bedridden, and said he’ll do the same with me. Wedding is in June. Should I cancel?

quote:

Me and my partner has been together for 5 years. He is very affectionate, loving, gentle person although at some point of our relationship he started withholding affection to me when he doesn’t get any sex. I work in IT industry and the stress and workload really had me exhausted that when I get home I’m not really into the mood for sex. It happened for months although we still have sex, just not as much as he needs.

We got engaged September last year and I was very happy. We were making plans and at the same time and having discussions about future plans. We were talking about our sex life, how as much as he wants children in the future but indirectly told me that “you being pregnant would mean lesser sex and giving birth would take time to heal so sex is still not possible”. He then told me that as much as he’s looking forward to our marriage he is hoping that it will not be a sexless marriage. Lately he’s been talking more and more about sexless marriages and it concerns me so much because we’re having more sex than the previous year, it makes me feel that I’m still not being an active partner when we’re having sex 6-10 times a week in average. To the point that he told me if he were to be bedridden then I should leave him because he didn’t want me to stay in a sexless marriage. He then told me he’d leave me if I became bedridden as well. Keep in mind we both have no family medical history of anything that would make us bedridden early in life, unless accidents happen. This whole conversation made me realize it’s all about sex to him. He tells me he truly loves me and all that but it seems that love is sex to him and I don’t function the same. I love this man so much but it seems that he doesn’t love me enough to build a home and be with each other through sickness and in health. We’re almost 45% done with our preparations for our wedding this summer. I’m honestly shaken to my core. I felt something in me broke. How do I address this to him? Should I tell my family? I’m close to his mom, should I let her know or not? I need advices.


TLDR: My fiance started withholding affection to get sex and wants me to leave him if he becomes bedridden, and said he’ll do the same with me, and it seems to only be sexually driven.

Imagine that I spammed :redflag: 500 times

Barudak
May 7, 2007

Ah, New Gingrich

Quackles
Aug 11, 2018

Pixels of Light.


Ghost Leviathan posted:

They wonder why nobody wants to go to church once they stop being physically forced to when they spent a century turning it into the most agonizingly boring and tedious thing imaginable.

Well then, that got me to dredge up this.

The 1969 Easter Mass Incident

quote:

When my dad was a young man and still a practicing catholic, he participated in a small church communion that nearly got him and six other people excommunicated.

Father Patrick ran a small church outside of California Polytechnical and tended to be… rather more liberal in his interpretations of scripture than most of the church was, which made him something of a hit with the local students and liberally-inclined populace. Pat went to all manner of civil demonstrations, condemned the poo poo out of the vietnam war and the politics that lead to it and so on. In January of 1969 a series of incidents lead him to start exploring “nontraditional” means of holding Mass as a means of reaching out to his community and exploring his own faith, which ultimately culminated in the 1969 Easter Mass Incident.

For those of you who weren’t raised catholic, Communion is this ritual where you become one with Jesus by eating a really horrible bland wafer cookie and taking a shot of wine (called hosts), which then *literally* become the flesh and blood of jesus in your mouth, allowing him to become one with you. It’s big McFucking deal, and you have the opportunity to take communion at every mass. All this had to be explained to me second-hand because after this and Dad’s 51 days in the army, Dad decided he wouldn’t inflict religion on any children he might have in the future.

*

“Hey dad,” Six-year old me asked the first time he told me this story after my practicing friends were talking about getting wine at church. “Isn’t that cannibalism?”

“We’re getting to that.” He waved.

*

The First Incident in January when, due to a serious cock-up by the church, all the hosts Father Pat received were moldering and spoiled and probably would have killed someone if he’d actually fed anyone them. But it was the first mass of the year, when a peak number of people came in after vowing to got to church more for new year’s. He couldn’t NOT have communion.

“I’ll bake.” offered Maria, the parish secretary and probably the best baker in the county. “So we have hosts. Jesus will understand.”

Father Patrick, not one to pass up the chance at Maria’s cooking, immediately agreed.

A Host is supposed to be composed solely of unleavened wheat flour and water, which is why they taste terrible. It’s a theological point of some importance relating to Exodus or something but Maria had an important theological counterpoint: Jesus both divine and loves all his children, ergo, Jesus would neither be a nasty bland cracker nor want his children to suffer as such and so instead, she made Mexican wedding cookies.

They were a SPECTACULAR hit. Many praises were heaped upon father patrick for the Much Better Wafers and that they’d be sure to show up next week as long as Maria kept making them. Father Patrick figuring that hey, anything that gets people in the doors is good and really, if it was turning into Jesus once inside the parishioner, did it really matter what the wafers were made of? So he continued to let Maria bake the Hosts, and encouraged her to try out new flavors, like nutmeg and cinnamon.

This went on swimmingly for a few weeks until The Bishop showed up for a surprise visit the same week Maria decided to experiment with rainbow sprinkles.

Dad remembers hearing the bishop through the windows roaring “THE HOLY BODY OF CHRIST DOES! NOT! CONTAIN! RAINBOW! SPRINKLES!”

The matter went clean up to The Archbishop, who decided that while Pat was probably right to not feed spoiled hosts to his parish, he should attend some remedial classes to remember what Communion was all about, so that if it happened again, he’s come up with a more suitable substitute.

Father Patrick returned in late March, full of spite and some fascinating new ideas.

*

“Is this where the Cannibalism happens?” Six-year-old me asked, eager to get to the good parts.

*

At his remedial classes, the teacher had stressed the importance of transubstantiation, aka “That bit where the wafer and wine, Actually, Literally, become the flesh of Jesus Christ and we expect you to swallow.” Also on the syllabus was understanding the importance of Christ’s suffering and sacrifice.

“So, I was thinking about Easter Service.” Said father Patrick one afternoon while dad was doing his computer science homework at the church because his dorm was a barely-standing fire hazard and the library was where you went to have sex.

“Well, we do re-enactments for christmas. Why not on easter? Why not re-enact the crucifixion of Christ right here? Make it real for everyone. Trauma’s great for bonding a community together.”

“Who’s playing Jesus?” asked Maria, always one for a good laugh.

“That’s the thing- A Host, it doesn’t look much like flesh, right? Doesn’t look like much of anything, really. Not great for reinforcing one’s belief.

What if, instead, we- and I mean you, Maria, I can’t cook to save my life- make a man-sized loaf of bread, maybe in the shape of a T, and we have some of the boys dress up as romans and whip the bread and we pour the wine on so it’s bleeding and them- then we make a big wooden cross and actually nail the bread to it with, I don’t know, railroad spikes, more wine all over. And we raise the cross, all while telling the story of the crucifixion.”

He paused to take a drink, Maria slowly crumpling onto the floor in horrified laughter and Dad now thoroughly distracted from his homework.

“Then we lower the cross, and invite everyone who wants to take communion up to tear a hunk of Jesus off. Just descend into his corpse like vultures. I think that’d really be a good bonding experience for the church.” he nodded thoughtfully. “The hard, part, I suppose, will be finding enough romans.”

“I WANNA BE LONGINUS.” bellowed my father, barreling into the room.

And so, the plan was hatched. Dad hit up every other guy in the Church and eventually rounded up four more romans, three of them from the Education Department of Cal Poly, and one guy from Chemistry, who just liked to watch things burn.

This, being a play, naturally meant that there was a rehearsal, and test Bread jesus. Maria had decided that if they were going to start being extra-literal, she needed to make the most lifelike Bread jesus possible, and made a distressingly buff and human-proportioned Jesus by Advanced bread-braiding, complete with plaited hair, quail’s-egg-and-raisin eyes, bready muscle groups, and an eight-pack because why not make the lord completely shredded?* She also made the important theological decision that since Jesus loves everyone and was happy to die in spite of all his suffering, he should be smiling, and had a toothy corn-kernel smile. He was Wonderful and Terrifying all at once.

“Maria,” asked Father Patrick after a few minutes of delighted and horrified cooing over Jesus’ toothy grin and abdominals. “Why is he wearing a tea-towel?

“Well, he’s the Son of God. A Man. With all that entails.” She said, pointedly staring at Father Patrick while everyone stared at the suspiciously lumpy tea-towel. “And he might have… burnt, slightly.”

Everyone nodded and agreed that the tea-towel was the best course of action. The rehearsal goes splendidly and everyone agrees that this is the most delicious Jesus they’ve ever had.

*

Easter Sunday arrives and the Church is PACKED, from the more lapsed Catholics showing up for a high holiday, parents visiting for spring break and a whole horde of newcomers who had gotten wind that something was up and they ought to come.

Dad is a lanky as hell 21-year old composed mostly of technical jargon and acne but he is STOKED to be playing Longinus, the roman that speared Jesus on the cross, because he gets to do the BEST technical effect in the whole parade. Since he came in at the end me missed a good portion of the sermon, but did hear the “oooh” from the crowd as the massive cross was dragged in by the other Romans, followed by horrified gasps and high screams and a discernible “What the gently caress” as they brought in Bread Jesus 2.0, whipping him enthusiastically, and hammering him into the cross, the sound of wine splashing onto the floor loud in the terrified silence of that Parishioners.

Finally Father Patrick gets to the part about Longinus, and Dad comes sprinting down the aisle as hard as he can, because in order for Bread Jesus to be seen by everyone, his middle had to be about 10 feet off the ground, so Dad had to run, shrieking latin curses, down the length of the church, with a big honking spear and take a flying leap at Jesus in order to spear him in the gut.

Please take moment to imagine you are some normal god-fearing catholic who has decided to visit little bobby or maybe patricia at college and you’re all going to church together like a nice family and this loving madman has decided to go all Silence of the Lambs on mass and now there’s some sort of underfed translucently pale man in ill-fitting Roman armor and cape flying at a horrifying glutinous effigy of your lord and savior, with an actual loving spear, screaming like a madman. Don’t you feel yourself drawing closer to God already? Defensively, perhaps, like an octopus trying to ooze itself into a crevice against the horrors of the ocean.

However, two things happen that were not planned on

1. Dad misses. In his defense, Bread Jesus is close to but not quite the size of a man- more like the size of a doughy teenager, and his middle is a small target 10 feet up in the air and dad is has a computer science minor, not an athletics scholarship. He misses by about 8 inches and instead very solidly stabs Bread Jesus right through the groin, leaving a big hole in Maria’s tea-towel and the spear jutting out at a decidedly… attentive angle, as Bread Jesus’s Bread Dick drops to the floor with a splat. Nobody notices this, however because

2. In rehearsal, Dad had managed to get the spear right in jesus’s navel but neither Father Patrick nor the other romans could get the wine up there to make his middle appropriately bloodied.

Maria come up with the Genius solution that since wine is made of grapes and Jam is made of grapes, she could make a jelly-filled Jesus for Dad to stab. There was a normal-sized test loaf and when dad stabbed it on the table, it had a nicely gooey dribbling effect.

However, this time the loaf was torso-sized, still hot from the oven and upright, so when dad speared the very end of the loaf, all the steam-pressured jam had collected at the bottom and a spray of lukewarm smuckers exploded out from bread jesus, turning the first three pews into a splash zone of symbolic entrails.

There was a hot, sticky minute of complete silence in the church after that.

Then, Father Patrick indicated it was time for the cross to be lowered, and continued on with the normal preparations of the Host, he himself covered in hot smuckers, as though nothing particularly ordinary was occuring, quietly kicking the bread-dick under the altar. At the end of it all, Father Patrick and invited everyone up with the Last Oration:

“Thou, O God, has kindly allowed us to have a part in this Holy Sacrifice; for this we give Thee thanks. Accept it now to Thy glory and be ever mindful of our weakness. Amen.”

…And everybody came up, shuffling like terrified zombies, pinching off tiny bits at first but then the madness took them and they began tearing apart bread jesus by the handful, weeping as they partook, scattered prayers and begging for forgiveness. The whole congregation was kneeling about the altar, tearful and united in their guilt and their need for God.

*

“IS CHURCH ALWAYS LIKE THAT?” six-year-old me asked, absolutely stoked. I’d convert on the spot if I got a show like that.

“No, it’s normally bland wafers and lots of chanting in latin.”

“Well that’s boring as hell.” I remember muttering and Dad snorting the coffee he was drinking out of his nose.

*

As people filed silently out of the Church to a gloriously sunny California afternoon, faces wan and smeared with wine and jam, Father patrick turned to Maria and asked “You don’t think that was too much, do you?”

“No.” Said Maria with a sarcastic deadpan so intense it was hard to tell from sincerity.

It was the exact same tone she used when the Archbishop and Six other high clergy showed up, clutching a letter someone had written, Livid and almost foaming at the mouth, demanding to know if such blasphemy had transpired.

“No. That’s crazy.” She said, staring down the archbishop like he was an idiot.

“Such imaginations some people have!” Said Father Patrick, much less convincingly.

“And you- you didn’t… Spear an effigy of our lord and savior?” the archbishop demanded of my father.

“Do I look like I can jump that high?” Dad asked, having in the interim been drafted for 51 days then nearly died of pneumonia from it, and therefore no longer afraid of the Church, the Law or God.

Somewhat relieved that he’d only received the extremely detailed ramblings of a doddering parishioner, the Archbishop sat down and complemented Maria on her most excellent Mexican Wedding Cookies, may he please have another plate for his nerves? Perhaps the ones with sprinkles?

Dad went on to help build the internet, Father Patrick converted to Buddhism and Maria became a Nun.

*For those of you wondering, Jesus was made of Challah.

Lone Goat
Apr 16, 2003

When life gives you lemons, suplex those lemons.




RenegadeStyle1 posted:

I can get behind the picking a new name but I've looked into changing names before for someone else and I feel that it'd be an insane amount of money to both change your names for something pretty inconsequential.

Curious what country this is and what the rates are because my name change was under two hundy Canadian, a perfectly sane amount of money to avoid getting hassled at the airport.

Soylent Pudding
Jun 22, 2007

We've got people!


Quackles posted:

Well then, that got me to dredge up this.

The 1969 Easter Mass Incident

:perfect:

Brawnfire
Jul 13, 2004

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DemoneeHo posted:

My (30F) Fiancé (33M) started withholding affection to get sex and wants me to leave him if he becomes bedridden, and said he’ll do the same with me. Wedding is in June. Should I cancel?

Imagine that I spammed :redflag: 500 times

Jesus Christ

It's probably good for this guy to be aware how central sex is to his life

It would probably also be good to not get married and make someone else's life miserable over his sexual needs, instead of just engaging in mutually sexual relationships.

Hughlander
May 11, 2005

Everyone remember beloved? rear end in a top hat spouse cheats on wife with a poly couple, kicks wife out, moves couple in, commits suicide and poly couple insist the house is theirs because wife left the house?

Smirking_Serpent posted:

Title: Navigating Estates, Tenancy, Discrimination, and Grief in North Carolina. [NC, Landlord/Tenant, Estates, Discrimination] [TW: Suicide]

Well someone strung together some other posts that may be from the wife or the whole thing may be one handed typing either way it's amusing.


Helped my wife transition and now she calls me "some d*ke" and files for divorce

quote:

I never imagined I would end up married to a woman. When I met the person who is now my wife (who I am going to call Paula because that is not and has never been her real name), she was a man (who I am going to call Paul for the same reasons). Two years into dating, Paul told me he was bi. Two years after we were married, Paul came out as trans and chose the name Paula for herself.

I am not going to pretend that Paula's transition was easy for her or me, because it was not. There are people who will say it would not make the slightest bit of difference to them if their spouse or partner suddenly transitioned, and there are people for whom that is even true, but I am not one of them. But I've tried, goddamnit. I am trying. I went to couple's therapy with her, I went to her own therapy sessions when she asked, I got a therapist of my own. I read books, I reached out to other people with similar experiences, I stood by her when her family and people who'd been friends pushed back, spoke out against my friends' and family's transphobic comments when they came up. I stared dumbly as three different therapists heard my story, tut-tutted, and called me bigoted to my face and said I needed to either get on board or get divorced. So I got on board. We burned our wedding album because she couldn't bear to look at her past self in a tux.

And I did so, so much more, and I am not saying that because I want or expect any kind of kudos and I DO NOT FOR ONE SECOND IMAGINE that, relative to other cis spouses of other trans people, I have done anything noteworthy or had a more-difficult-than-usual time of it. But. I. loving. Tried. And I did it because, while the person I loved was no longer a man, she was still the person I loved. And I did all of it while strangers and people I loved attacked me for being the transphobic one if I ever expressed a moment of shock, a moment of hesitation or uncertainty, or a moment of "Oh my god, this is a lot of change all at once, can I please sit down for even one minute so I literally don't collapse from the panic attack I am literally having literally right now?"

And then, this week, at 10:45 am on a Tuesday, there's a man in a suit and a Hippler haircut at my cubicle, handing me a stack of papers that say "Separation Agreement" on the top. He's whisper-shouting at me that I need to sign "right now or there will be consequences," and he will not agree to take this to a private conference room away from the lookie-loos. I tell him to wait while I call my wife, and she lets out a long, exasperated sigh when she picks up. I tell her about Hippler man and she says he's legit and, with one sentence, does her level best to tear my heart out and throw it into a fire.

"I just can't stay married to some loving d*ke," she said.

And when I came home, all of my things were packed in suitcases by the front door and so very many of "our" friends were there to support her. "I think it's easier this way," she said. She works from home, you see. Totally logical. So she gets my support, our house, and our friends, and I get called "some loving d*ke" and thrown out on the street by a gang of people champing at the bit to dogpile on me if I am anything less than one thousand percent supportive of the person harassing me at work and kicking me out of my own home.


I finally have my house back, but my life will never be back to normal.

quote:

Eight-and-a-half months ago, my wife sent one of the men she’d been cheating on me with to my job with an illegal divorce decree to sign. That same night, the rest of her harem threw me out of my house and moved themselves in.

Five months ago, she killed herself, and the two dipshits-in-chief who’d made themselves home in my house refused to leave, claiming the house was theirs. At the advice of my lawyer, I put on a magic hat that said I was a landlord and they were month-to-month tenants who wouldn’t pay rent and did the song and dance routine of evicting people from my house.

This was right around the time my state implemented a moratorium on evictions. So now in addition to being the kind of rear end in a top hat who would evict someone, I was the kind of rear end in a top hat who had to have laws passed to keep me from doing harm. And the dipshits in my house reveled in that. They were living for free in my house, that I was still paying the mortgage for, sending me regular death threats, while they hadn’t even finished moving in all of their stuff from their old apartment and I was living in an unfurnished 1BR and sleeping on a pile of laundry because between all of the current and new expenses I couldn’t afford a mattress, but I was “that b!tch” and “that d¥ke” and the evil capitalist.

And it want just them saying that or making the threats, either. It was their friends and family, people who I’d thought had been my friends, random looky-loos who saw their social media posts about it, and every now and then a garden-variety rear end in a top hat who was passing by.

I cannot begin to describe how much it hosed me up to have an eviction under my belt, during a pandemic, as the evictor. I cannot begin to describe how much it hosed me up knowing the only way I could enforce the eviction order would be through calling the cops, after George Floyd. Or seeing the damage those two dipshits had done to my home. Or the utter shitshow that actually getting them physically out of the house turned into.

I have my house back. The people who took it from me are gone for now. Things are not and never will be back to normal, and in the end it almost certainly won’t have been worth it, but this was the outcome that would have hurt me the least.

Even if it is fake it's an interesting weird story.

Tarkus
Aug 27, 2000

I think that when they have sex bots for sale and in common use there is going to be a lot of really lovely people removed from the dating pool.

Halloween Jack
Sep 12, 2003
I WILL CUT OFF BOTH OF MY ARMS BEFORE I VOTE FOR ANYONE THAT IS MORE POPULAR THAN BERNIE!!!!!

Hughlander posted:

Even if it is fake it's an interesting weird story.
If we could invent an engine that runs on pure shitthatdidnthappen.txt this story alone could allow us to break the lightspeed barrier.

Nancy
Nov 23, 2005



Young Orc

Hughlander posted:

Even if it is fake it's an interesting weird story.

Is it really cause it kind of just seems like another boring trans scare story.

sullat
Jan 9, 2012

Quackles posted:

Well then, that got me to dredge up this.

The 1969 Easter Mass Incident

Jesus Christ

Halloween Jack
Sep 12, 2003
I WILL CUT OFF BOTH OF MY ARMS BEFORE I VOTE FOR ANYONE THAT IS MORE POPULAR THAN BERNIE!!!!!

Charles Get-Out posted:

Is it really cause it kind of just seems like another boring trans scare story.
At the advice of my lawyer, I declared myself a landlord. It's much easier to evict tenants than to evict houseguests of your dead spouse who have no claim to the property whatsoever

Brawnfire
Jul 13, 2004

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Charles Get-Out posted:

Is it really cause it kind of just seems like another boring trans scare story.

No I'm willing to believe literally everyone she knew was first virulently transphobic and then, just afterwards, again everyone she knew would call her transphobic at the drop of a hat

That in no way strikes me as inconsistent and invented

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Cthulu Carl
Apr 16, 2006

Xachariah posted:

First name Ultimate? Did you work for the WWF?

Looking through my current ticket queue, I see a Biggerstaff, a :shlick:Schlick:shlick:, and a Mr. Hands.

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