Watching a porn actor lament the lack of romance on set is wild. And it breaks my heart. It feels like a sad paradox: you choose a career based on sex, yet you're starved for genuine intimacy and emotional safety. That must be a really heavy, isolating realization.
@channelstv Deifying our cultural tokens bleeds initiatives from moves that actually matter. In the same way, fluency in a native tongue, or any language at all, is no true metric of an individual's intelligence or integrity.
We seem to have internalized the myth that deifying our cultural tokens will somehow redeem us. Yet, these symbols are hollow; they hold no mirror to the actual texture of our lives.
How many of such deeply privileged, billionaire monsters exist in our world, where the broader tragedy is that the entire world is forced to suffer the consequences of their stunted psychological growth?
@hy_wemmy In another life, we are married with three kids. Our daughter looks exactly like you, but she has my eyes—pretty eyes—and she favors me every single time. How would that make you feel?
@jayhemz I doubt we can make meaningful progress as a society if we don't elevate the level of public discourse. And given that most of theists contributions have all but served as a vehicle for propagating religious fundamentalism, I don't think atheists and their ilks are doing badly.
@Atomsmade Lol, you cite one glaring inconsistency in the scripture, and behold, Africans come charging at you like zombies. Our masters really did a good job at colonizing us.
Enzo Fernandez just walked straight into a shitstorm. It turns out the grass isn't always greener in Manchester —sometimes it's just fertilized with bullshit and sham contracts.
England lost out at the last World Cup semi-final, and it’s been a tsunami of outrage since. Nigeria missed the last two World Cups and it’s business as usual: temporary outrage, zero administrative changes, no sackings—just acceptance.
You belong to no one, least of all yourself. The wave of eternity crashes into you without ceasing, its currents weaving the fabric of your mind and soul. This existence is not a possession to hold, but a cosmic rhythm to witness and share in.
Twitter asking me to get verified feels like a police officer asking me to identify myself.
Like, I'm right here officer. You see me, I see you. What verification beats this actual encounter?
Chelsea’s DNA has changed regressively; players arrive at Stamford Bridge and immediately enter their soft-girl era. Unfortunately, you can't buy DNA—you have to build it.