southsamurai

I dunno, looks like some blatant self promotion at the very least.

My kid's cat used to do that. She'd rub herself on a slicker brush forever if you'd sit and let her.

Well, it reads as just silly kid stuff. Kids do dumb shit because they're kids.

The important part is whether or not it was traumatic to you, not whether it was sexual, or abuse, or sexual abuse.

It doesn't seem like it did. It seems more like it was just weird and that was that, and that you're looking back on it as something more than it was then. This isn't to minimize your experiences, it's just saying that your phrasing and the question itself point towards it not being traumatic at the time.

Was it inappropriate? Yeah, but it's very likely nothing bad was meant by it. Even if it was sexual on his end, that doesn't mean he was intentionally breaking consent in a conscious way, or that kids making mistakes like that is inherently a bad thing overall. Something can be inappropriate, but not wrong because if someone lacks the capacity to understand that it's wrong, it just isn't the same thing as when they do, and choose to perform a hurtful act.

Me? I think I'd just let it go and not worry about it if possible. If it isn't possible, then it might mean there's issues with it that need resolution with external help, so the attempt to do so kinda serves as a self diagnosis. If you're able to easily put it aside, then it wasn't traumatic (or not enough to matter).

It may help you to know that that kind of thing is super common. Over on reddit, there was a sub called morbid questions, and I couldn't begin to tell you how often people would ask what you're asking, with the same or similar circumstances. Kids get dumb ideas, and lack the inhibition to not act on it. Kids can engage in sexual abuse, yes, but there is a difference between that and just doing something rude like slapping an ass. It's about intent, extent, and situation.

It may also help to know that, even if your friend did intend it as a sexual act, and did so knowing that it wasn't acceptable behavior, that you aren't obligated to feel any specific way about it. You don't have to feel the same as someone else might; you don't have to be okay with it because someone else is, you don't have to be upset because someone else is. Your experience is yours.

Thank you!

Much appreciated :)

I would never have thought it making that, but now I want to.

You say it's ATK mostly meatless, is their recipe specifically a gallete, or something similar?

That's a good one. I literally loled, loud enough to wake up my chicken

She really is :)

Too late.

Jizzed my pants

You know, it isn't even that far from me. I can drive there in a half hour.

But I'd still pick it over some of the fancier places I've been.

Reason being, they have the best Reuben I've ever had. Better than my own, and that's saying a lot. My Reubens are amazing.

But this deli, and finding any deli out here in the south, in the mountains, that's pulling teeth to begin with.

But this place makes their own corned beef, sources their cheese well, makes their own kraut, has the bread made locally, and just throws some kind of magic on it all. I'm drooling just thinking about it.

They do chopped corned beef, that they then lightly cook on the griddle while the bread toasts on the side with the cheese melting. Then the beef goes on the other side, they scoop on the kraut, letting the juices run freely. The the dressing and the sandwich gets closed, then moved across the griddle, picking up hints of the kraut juice and the fats from the beef.

And they don't fuck around. The damn things are dummy thick. Something like a third pound of corned beef, a cup or so of kraut.

Then, they cut this gorgeous fucking monster in half, and put it in a paper lined basket with a giant fucking pickle cut into spears right in front of you.

This is the kind of sandwich you make love to, gently, over an hour or so. This ain't something you shove in your mouth and run back to school or work. You know the itis is going to hit before the first half is finished, and you may need to just pack the second half up and go home, defeated but satisfied. But, if you planned ahead and didn't eat, and you have time to address this beauty slowly, every bite just gets better as you go.

It's the perfect Reuben, which is already one of the "perfect" sandwiches to begin with.

Like, my Reuben is fucking bomb. I've crafted my way of making one over decades, and it is amazing, but I'm limited by ingredients. I don't have the level of experience, or the room, to properly make the corned beef or kraut myself, so I can only use what I can buy. Now, I can source the cheese well, and my cousin is the source for that deli, and my own source. I make my own dressing, and I kill that. I can make bread better than what they get, though that's only been the last seven years or so.

But man, the synergy they have, and the way they cook it on the griddle, I just can't match at all. The technique, the timing, with that corned beef and kraut? I could jizz my pants just thinking about it.

Well, all the little birdies are doing well.

It's been a slow week since I keep reinjuring my back, so I haven't had as much outside time as usual. Since that's the only time I'm around all three at once, it means there's less entertainment for me lol.

Big guy is still a rock with legs and wings, regarding his brain power. The marans hen that comes inside for the evening and night is as sassy and wonderful as ever, and had a lot of fun last night.

The volunteer hen is healthy and spunky. She is, however, tired of my shit. Back before I pulled that muscles in my back even worse, I had gone into the chicken run and behind the coop without knowing She was there. This startled her (and me, she rarely goes in there), and she let her displeasure be known by scolding me severely while she waddled off into the shrubbery. Chicken scolding is always funny, but with her cute little bantam butt flicking and wiggling the entire way, while she keeps flicking glares over her shoulder at me, well, I had to sit down or fall over laughing.

She's normally such a quiet little thing. Just the sweetest buuuk-buk-buk as she pecks around and waits for treats. So her going full fury was beyond my ability to hold in laughter. She's all of two pounds, maybe six inches high between her wings, with these tiny little feet, but a tail that sticks up to maybe ten inches. And she's just stomping off with this high pitched but loud brrrrrrrrrrrk brrrrrrrrrrrk brrrrrrrrrk brkack brrrrrrrrrk she kinda coughs in the middle of it.

Since then, when I move around too fast, that's what she does. The sheer indignant rage of it is adorable. She's not scared, because I've seen how she acts when she's scared, which is running with no vocalizations to the nearest shelter. She's just sick of my shit and is not going to stand by while I monkey at her. Which makes me laugh, which makes her angrier, which makes me laugh harder, and the cycle continues until she's in her favorite tree and squawking at me from afar.

Now, my little angel, she got a new experience last night. I wrote a little story I was extra proud of and wanted to read to my wife and kid. This story had a bit of action to it, and I tend to really get into storytelling.

Baby bird had just come in from outside, and was happy to see me, so she's walking on me and buk-buking, with the occasional trill. Happy birdy is always wonderful. But I'm launching into this story, doing the different voices and gesturing when I'm not petting her.

I've never actually done that around her at all. I rarely read my stuff to my people because it means them stopping what they're doing, and I ain't about that. I forget by the time they're done, so it rarely happens lol.

But this bird got into It. She's watching me gesture, craning her neck around, she's bawking and clucking and brrrrring as my voice changes. At one point, I'm doing an alarm sound and she starts jumping around bukabukabukabukaing, then gobbles as I switched to my "robot" voice.

I finish the story, and she's climbing my chest and just staring at my mouth, waiting for what's going to come out of it next.

The story is finished, so I settle back and start sweet talking her like I usually do.

She leans in and pecks my lips and bawks. Then she waits a second and does it again. I sweet talk her and pet her, telling her I'm all done. She gets the message, walks across me to the arm of the couch and plops down with a bird sigh. I didn't even know they could sigh, and it's a little weird, but she does it, flicks her tail, gives one long baawwwwk, just quiet and gentle, then falls asleep.

Too much excitement for her little body to handle, I guess.

Now, during all of that, I'm having to pause because she gets loud, and my family are laughing at her, and I almost wish we had a camera on, because she stole the show lol.

So, the girls have had some startling exposure to sides of me they didn't know existed. The big numpty is still a big numpty, but we love him for it.

Ain't chicken life awesome?

I so feel that :)

Our birds are chickens, so they pick up the extra smells of grass and soil as well, but there's still that "birdiness" too, and I love it