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Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Well seeing we're going down that path and fabricunt (rekd lmao) is typing up a response I'm going to say I hope y'all get in a car crash :]

@Andreyich

oh shit u got me fuk

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

What brought this on today. Here we go again.

Sapiosexuals: A person who finds intelligence sexually attractive or arousing.

Me: Oh, so they like smart people or people that can at least act professionally.

@SleepingSilence

Intelligence, or say 'smart people', has been a factor in dating and relationships for decades, well before sapiosexual was even a thing. How many times have people said "I want someone I can have a conversation with" or some dilution of that? Intelligence is a thing many adults look for in a partner, especially someone that is looking for a serious or long term relationship. It's a factor the same as wanting to know what sort of job a partner has is a factor. Wanting your partner to be smart isn't a new or novel thing. Sapiosexuality as it's used these days has less to do with 'I want someone to talk Freudian to me' and more to do with people narrowing their own pool and being somehow more shallow than people who go for 'Chads'.

Wanting to only date people that are exactly like us ruins a good part of what makes dating an enjoyable and social experience. Stating that you're looking specifically for intelligence without actually qualifying it makes you look pretentious at best. What's the metric there? Is someone who doesn't know things about Kierkegaard unintelligent? Does it make them a pleb because they don't know Sartre from Proust? Would someone who said 'expresso' be a deal breaker? By having the metric of 'smart people only' you're limiting your dating pool.

You're not unique by wanting an intelligent partner and I sincerely doubt someone who is sapiosexual is going to suggest "Not tonight, dear, let's debate theology" when the topic of sexual intimacy is brought up. Seeing 'sapiosexual' on a dating profile is a shorthand for 'is probably a pretentious twatwaffle'.

I'd honestly love to talk with an actual sapiosexual and have a discussion with them regarding dating and such but as it stands sapiosexual seems like people wanting to hop aboard the special train to considerationville. So yes. I stand by what I said here. I'll even reiterate.

A lot of sapiosexuals seem like the worst people to date

Nah, that makes perfect sense coming from you. Don't call yourself such foul things. Because I know how you think, it's not a badge of honor.

It's only foul if it's spoken with hate. If you called me a bitch it would be foul. If I call myself a bitch then it's fine. Hell, if people in this topic called me a bitch it'd be fine. I'm sure I have been, or at least been thought of as one. I've been called worse and by nicer people. I never considered it a badge of honor until right now. It's self deprecating. That's my shtick.

I'm civil to people who are remotely respectful. But since you know best, yeah ofcourse saying "drop this please" is about the most passive aggressive, victimizing comment a person can make. I behalf apologize for clearly not seeing the error of my ways. So let me act like you now, the clearly better option.

Oh my god dude you're doing it again. The literal thing I said you have a habit of doing you're doing it. You have to be fucking with us, right? Because I can't fathom it. You know as well as I do that this

If you actually read my paragraph long comment, it would've been clear. [...] And if this somehow become 6 different replies in my inbox, I'll be done discussing with you as well. [...] Now back to anime. Have a good rest of your afternoon.

As well as other posts in similar vein that I'm not gonna backtrack for are not at all the same as going 'drop this please'. You're fucking doing it again right now with the passive aggressive shit like "Oh SURE, your way is SOOO much better".

Like shit, man. The topic had moved on. Moved on to more interesting discussions. You get on us for baiting you but you're the baitmaster and I'm taking it.

You're entire comment which didn't understand shit, made a bunch of bullshit talking points and also basically did all that you excused me of doing, made you seem like an unbelievably thick vapid cunt. For clarification, I'm not calling you that.

[CITATION NEEDED]

I'm starting to feel flattered here, Sleeping. But sorry, I don't date sapiosexuals.

Also I'm kinda spoken for.

I also officially give zero fucks how I come across to people on here, because the peaceful route hasn't gotten me anywhere. So fuck it, I have nothing to lose. <.<

I mean it would help if you ever came off as peaceful rather than doubling down on being a victim as soon as your side was challenged. You seem to take a lot of this stuff personally, man. If this is the stance you're going to be taking from now on then I reserve the right to refer to this post once you start trying to say we're baiting you and attacking you when that's just untrue.

One Piece: Eternal Pose (OPEN)

Romi's eyes flickered to the door when it was thrown open and immediately she assumed the worst. Some rowdy sort looking to cause trouble in what was normally a decent place. One night. That was all she ever asked. One night without having to throw some violent lush on their ass. One night without having to break up a fight over a rigged game of liar's dice. One night where things were simple. She was in the wrong place with the wrong profession for that, but it was something to strive for at any rate. When the boisterous new arrival demanded a table be cleared, Romi had to consider a moment. Were there any house rules about table dancing? This wasn't exactly the kind of joint that serious dancers would normally choose to frequent. So long as there was payment, which there was with the call for another round, then Romi supposed there wasn't harm in it. And if there was, she was close by.

It was only in this instance that Romi saw the downside to her job. By all accounts a show would've been a welcome change and distraction from the normal dealings, but rather than observe the dancing routine, she had to get another round prepared for sailors who were mystified. Romi had caught a glimpse as the dancer came in, recognizing the attire straight off. That was not common around here. Interesting. The bartender only managed a few cursosry glances as she went around the table exchanging empty glasses with full ones, and helping herself to the payment that marked a new round, careful to leave the tips that were meant for the current center of attention. Romi didn't know a waltz from a tango but from what she managed to see, the dancer was talented.

Back behind the bar Romi went, wiping down the returned glasses with a wet rag and a dry cloth. It came as a surprise when the dancer sat down in front of the bar, the section typically reserved for those drinking alone. "Wrong place if wine's what yer after, luv." Romi spoke to the dancer with the same coarse manner that she spoke to the rowdy pirates with, albeit with a softer intonation. She didn't want to scare or intimidate the poor lass. "But yer a fan of red, then how's this strike a fancy?"

Romi grabbed a clean glass and turned to a tapped barrel against the back wall. "How much do ya know about wine? Maybe it flows like the sands of Alabasta where yer from but place like this? Wine's a fancy lad's drink and fancy lads don't come to places like this." Romi let the mention of Alabasta hang in the air. "What I mean t'ask is: do you know what many wines use in their composition?" Romi turned to face the dancer while one hand patted the side of the barrel. "Oak and oxidation. Ales aged in a certain barrel come with similar aromatic profiles."

Romi pulled on the tap and a frothy red liquid filled the mug. "This here is a barrel aged sour ale with a savory twist. It is, in other words, a beer that tastes just like a red wine." Romi spun into a twirl suddenly and, mid-spin, slid the glass along the bartop, ending the spin just in time for her to place her palm down and catch the sliding glass; as she handed the red wine tasting ale to the dancer, she offered a friendly, grin. THe kind bartenders were known for.

"This one's on the house, luv. Consider it a gift for livening up the joint. But you look troubled and not the kind of trouble that's fixed with wine, women...men...or a fight. What's got ya down? One woman to another, is it romance woes? The guy ya came in with, ya need him roughed up a bit? No...I know that look." Romi peered directly at the dancer's face, the corners of her lips curving into a grin. "You miss something. Someone. Maybe...homesickness? Love sickness? Sea sickness? Whatever it is, I've a cure for what ails ya...that is if ya like ales, yeah."

_@Silverink

Monster Musume: Everyday life with Monsters.

I got a post up~

If anyone can guess the movie that Melissa is watching, I will love them forever.

@GarlandDaHero

starring an American musician and an American president, both of whom were supposed to be dead. Apparently there was also some sort of reanimated mummy on the loose,

@GarlandDaHero

Bubba Ho-Tep

What do I win

One Piece: Eternal Pose (OPEN)

If nothing else I've got a post dropping in the morning.

Gungho Frontier [Post-Apocalyptic Comedy Adventure]

I can get behind this

C.O.P.S. Rebooted.

Oh, I'll be a recruit. Just sayin'.

The Girl Who Escaped Reality's Dollhouse { Fabricant & Angel }

Okay, added a bit at the end.

The Girl Who Escaped Reality's Dollhouse { Fabricant & Angel }

I can add that in in an edit, no problem there!