straight men: orgasm
gay men: orgasm
lesbians: orgasm
straight women: honestly it’s no big deal i’m just here for the cuddles i don’t mind it’s okay that i don’t orgasm sex is sex 😭❤️ we’re all trying our best it’s not his fault
The research behind this is wild. A baby owl can sit and starve to death right next to a pile of food. Put a stuffed owl next to it, like in the video, and suddenly it'll eat. An Austrian zoologist, Konrad Lorenz, won the 1973 Nobel Prize for figuring out why.
He showed that young birds aren't born knowing who their mom is. In the first few days of life, their brain takes a kind of mental photograph. Whatever they see moving around gets locked in as "parent." After that, only that figure can switch on their feeding instinct. He called it imprinting.
Owls have it worse than most birds. They're born blind, naked, and totally helpless. A baby barn owl needs feeding every two to three hours for weeks. It can't even keep itself warm until its feathers come in. And right around the time its eyes finally open, between days 15 and 20, its brain locks onto whoever's been taking care of it. Miss that window with the wrong face nearby, and the owl is wired wrong for life.
Even the begging is automatic. In the 1950s, a Dutch scientist named Niko Tinbergen ran experiments with baby seagulls. He found the chicks were pecking at a specific shape. A long thin thing with a colored spot was enough to trigger the full begging routine, even when it was just a painted wooden stick. Take the stick away and the whole sequence shuts down. The chick can be staring straight at food, but if there's no parent-shaped trigger, its body doesn't know how to swallow.
There's a tiny patch in the bird brain that runs this whole show. It's the same part that learns and stores faces. Researchers at Cambridge and labs in Japan have mapped it down to the chemistry. They've even found a hormone that, if you inject it in the right spot, can re-open the imprinting window after it closes.
That dummy owl in the video carries 40 years of conservation work behind it. In 1982 there were only 22 California condors left in the entire world. The San Diego Zoo started feeding hatchlings with hand puppets shaped like adult condors, hiding the human handler behind a curtain. The condor population is now 607. The Bronx Zoo did the same thing last spring with a baby king vulture. The Barn Owl Trust in the UK feeds orphaned owls through owl puppets while wearing camouflage hoods, because an owl raised by humans can never be released back into the wild. It'll fly toward people, beg from them, and starve.
The dummy is the only signal the chick's brain still accepts as "mom." Evolution carved a very specific lock into its brain, and only the right shape fits.
صار لي موقف مع زوجي الليلة خلاني أعيد تعريف الأمان وشفت زوجي بنظرة مختلفة، كان زوجي يتكلم مع أخوه اللي زوجته ولدت جديد وكان أخوه جالس يشتكي من زوجته بسبب إهمالها في نظافة البيت.. رد عليه زوجي وقال: بعد الولادة، تحتاج المرأة حوالي 6 شهور عشان تلتئم جروحها الداخلية، وحوالي سنة عشان تستعيد عافيتها الجسدية، وسنتين عشان يرجع توازن الهرمونات، وممكن يوصل الموضوع إلى 5 سنوات عشان ترجع تكتشف نفسها وهويتها من جديد.
وخلال هالفترة كثير من العلاقات تتأثر بسبب قلة الفهم والوعي بهالتغيرات.
كون أحنّ وأصبر مع الأمهات الجدد. لأن اللي يمرّون فيه أكبر وأصعب مما نتصوره.
وأظن لو كل رجل تعامل بهذا المنطق مع زوجته اللي جابت مولود جديد، ما راح نسمع عن معاناة كل النساء هالأيام.
@flirtaeyeon BoA's Woman choreo is insane but do not forget BoA's Bad Drive LIVE performance at her concert in Japan, she outdid herself to achieve this exellency, absolutely phenomenal, incredible, so unreal 👑
The way she gave #him no other option but to fall in love with #her every single time 🥹🫠 you can literally see it in his eyes how he’s crushing at her then liking her then falling completely in love with her
Some Japanese guy (as usual) worked laboriously for years against all odds to make this amazing anime, and sanghis promptly threatened violence and forced the government to ban its theatrical release. The English dub even had Bryan Cranston voicing Rama.
I saw my husband differently after something that happened at the grocery store.
We were in line when the cashier, trying to be funny, said, “Wow, you’ve got your hands full. Bet she spends all your money too, huh?”
A couple people chuckled.
I felt that familiar, small smile forming the one women use when they’re about to brush off something uncomfortable.
Before I could say anything, my husband looked at him and said, “She built half of what we have. I’m lucky she lets me spend hers.”
It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t aggressive. It was calm. Certain.
The cashier went quiet.
He didn’t turn it into banter. He didn’t let it slide to keep things easy. He corrected it without making me the punchline.
And in that moment, I felt something settle in my chest.
It wasn’t about money. It was about respect.
He didn’t need a dramatic scene. He just made it clear I’m not the joke in any room he’s in.
And I realized, it’s one thing to be loved in private.
It’s another thing to be honored in public.
That’s when I knew I was safe.