• @[email protected]
      5•13 days ago

      I’m effeminate. I drank an appletini out of a cocktail straw while I changed the oil in my motorcycle the other day.

      • @[email protected]
        3•13 days ago

        That sounds like a really good way to accidentally drink antifreeze.

        Not that I’m judging. If antifreeze weren’t secretly delicious, then why do they color it like Jolly Ranchers???

        • @[email protected]
          2•12 days ago

          Air cooled, I’m safe this time!

          Wanna come ride with me? I promise I probably won’t take you to the murdering woods!

          • @[email protected]
            2•12 days ago

            I don’t ride things with motors and fewer than 3 wheels.

            It’s not the motorcycle that’s untrustworthy, it’s me and my highly questionable choices. When I was young and riding my bicycle, I became curious enough to stick my foot on my front wheel to see if I could manually brake like that. Of course I instead got my foot lodged inside the yoke and ended up limping my bike home with a concussion.

            The concern is never if I’ll let the intrusive thought take over, it’s merely what will the context be.

            • @[email protected]
              2•12 days ago

              I remember having that same thought the first time I was going faster than 35 on my scoot. I had to fight that intrusive thought.

              • @[email protected]
                2•12 days ago

                Drinking gives me nightmarish acid reflux, so I’m always absurdly sober. Obviously alcohol is your superpower.

                My superpower is taking enough medications and talking to enough therapists that I don’t act on every intrusive thought and stopped actively trying to kill myself.

                • @[email protected]
                  2•12 days ago

                  But not on the motorcycle! That terrifies me. I’ve watched people have a few and hop on and I’m scared for them every time. Been that way since I was 16.