But I knew that whatever care and tenderness and empathy I put into it, the more respect for the partnership of man and machine, the better it would perform for me. Was this blender built to last? Or was it doomed to an early grave in some distant landfill by the genetic disorder of planned obsolescence? I didn’t know, and was far too high to make an educated guess. Strawberry slurry leaked out of it like the blood of a slain animal. I remembered the smell of acrid smoke and decaying rubber that filled the kitchen in the break room the last time I tried to make a smoothie at work-the motor overtaxed and melted, the gasket cracked and brittle. I have used them so roughly in my haste for high-density smoothies, pushing them to their limits and occasionally breaking them. They are hard laborers taking on a thankless task. Something strangely vulnerable.Īs I stood there, turning the pieces over in my hands, I thought about all the things we ask of blenders. You’ve got to dissemble them piece by piece, groove by sensitive groove, taking care to lavish the spinning blades with cautious attention. You can’t just scrub ‘em and rinse them down like any other piece of shit dish. One of the most complicated denizens of the kitchen. You ever clean a blender? It’s a shockingly intimate act. I was partway through cleaning the blender when it REALLY hit. Seeking a surrogate act of humble service through which I might be redeemed and made human, I turned to unwashed dishes in the sink and took up the holy weapon of the sponge. I was thwarted on my journey towards nirvana only by the fact that I ran out of paint. I realized that painting the wall fulfilled my entire hierarchy of needs, and was absolutely sure that I was on track to escaping the cycle of samsara if I just kept at it a little longer. My friend heard me make a noise and asked what was wrong-I explained that I had just fallen through several portals. I say “accidentally” but it was really more of a “my friend held it out to my face and I impulsively swallowed it like a python”, which was technically on purpose but still an accident in that my squamate instincts acted faster than my ability to assess the situation and ask myself if I really wanted to get Atreides high or not.Īnyway. Last week I accidentally took an edible at 10x my usual dose. We’re all normal because no human that exists can be unnatural :) No sexual behaviour or lack of makes you a freak. So yeah no amount of sex makes you dirty or keeps you clean. I think people talking about their kinks will hear similar things the other way around.Īlso the whole concept that “sex is dirty” leads to people seeing someone who doesn’t have sex as very innocent and pure which is again the same problem the other way around. People will tell you that it is very weird to not like sex and that they could never do that. Because if you don’t want to have sex society will also treat you like a freak. I’m ace and I feel like it makes sense that a lot of (sex repulsed) aces are allies to extrasexual people and don’t kink shame. I’m always really moved by sex-repulsed people who are still able to be allies to extrasexual people. I promise to always cheer for you and support you, to love you unconditionally, to share in every experience with you, and to celebrate with you as my wife.Also nudity is not inherently sexual OR evil, y’all really need to learn to unpack that Christianity shit that’s been so enmeshed in our (Western) culture. Besides being your partner, I now promise to always be your best friend, champion, and biggest fan. It serves as an inspiration for those that follow. Our love is unconditional, unreserved, and without boundaries. In this marriage, there can be no second thoughts. Together, we'll make a safe place filled with love and understanding, where our spirits can grow and our souls can fly. I vow to always be by your side, whether it's to toast your success or console you in your failure. I found comfort, understanding, and steady support in your arms.Īs I hold your hand today, I promise to respect and love you for the rest of my life. From the first time I met you, I knew we had something special, a bond that goes beyond words. Today, my heart is full of joy as I stand before you surrounded by love and watched by everyone who cares about us. Lesbian wedding vows promise love and honor (Kirsty Mackenzie Photography)
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