• @[email protected]
    5•3 months 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•3 months 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•3 months 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•3 months 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•3 months 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•3 months 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•3 months 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.