kid charlemagne
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https://x.com/blephin_/status/1772747950222905613?s=20 this is version
version what type of girl do you go for
Clinamenic
Binary & Tweed
Version are you gonna reach out to her or what?
She seems sweet, but the tiktok kawaii expressions make for a challenging wank.
People are saying she's yin to army psyop girl's yang
linebaugh
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Is it because she's pro- palestine?
No, it's because she's on Instagram.
Clinamenic
Binary & Tweed
Keen to see how Version responds to this. Seems he's in a logical cage here, because to deny Dilbert would require version to post a photo of his type.
linebaugh
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Very brave of you to say
dilbert1
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I used to only go for like-minded types, some kind of similar Left or punk/alt adjacent subculture affinities. I maxed that out dating a slightly older anarchist conceptual artist and academic virtuoso for a year (long distance). After that ended painfully, I eventually arrived at the idea I’d have to abandon that rubric altogether. For example, some time later (years, if I’m being honest) I was approached by an English girl living in America temporarily, getting her PhD in sound art and experimental music. Her whole family were card-carrying socialists and she was the insurrectionary black sheep. Her bookshelf had all the ‘correct’ radical names and titles. She was sweet and ticked all those boxes, but more important things were clearly missing from the equation for me (and not just physical attraction), which made those signifiers seem so incredibly hollow. So I had to issue an uncomfortable rejection which I felt guilty for. Here’s this nice girl with similar interests, and I’d prefer to remain lonely?
So I meet another girl soon after. She reads some, loves art and film, but doesn’t give one fuck about politics or philosophy. Quite anti-intellectual really, near f-scale levels of intolerance for ambiguity. She’s loud, brash, irreverent, brutally honest, mischievous, hilarious, stylish, and incredibly beautiful and wealthy. And I loved it. But unfortunately in the end that turned out to be a massive over-correction on my part. What I had previously come to dismiss as inconsequential and merely aesthetic points of contact, reappeared in the form of fundamental values and my sense of self. Quite the shit-show. I ended up with intense anxiety and a near-identity crisis, terrible break up.
So I meet another girl soon after. She reads some, loves art and film, but doesn’t give one fuck about politics or philosophy. Quite anti-intellectual really, near f-scale levels of intolerance for ambiguity. She’s loud, brash, irreverent, brutally honest, mischievous, hilarious, stylish, and incredibly beautiful and wealthy. And I loved it. But unfortunately in the end that turned out to be a massive over-correction on my part. What I had previously come to dismiss as inconsequential and merely aesthetic points of contact, reappeared in the form of fundamental values and my sense of self. Quite the shit-show. I ended up with intense anxiety and a near-identity crisis, terrible break up.