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Cake day: August 10th, 2023

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  • A 17 year old and an 18 year old are only a year apart in maturity. It’s essentially comparable to a 17 and 16 year old. 2 years apart starts to get gray as far as morality goes. I’m against 16 and 19, but i can imagine extremely remote cases where it might be acceptable, but that is stretching my objective capabilities. 16 and 20 is too far. As you get closer to 25 and the brain is fully developed, the margins get wider.

    For instance, 18 and 22? That goes back to stretching it. 19 and 23? Back to morally Grey. 20 and 24? Fine.

    Ephebophelia definitions are meant to cast a wide net to protect as many people as possible. Just get over it for societies greater good.
















  • Late Stage Capitalism: Poverty is worse than anytime after slavery, wealthy people have never been wealthier, police brutality is at the highest since slavery, workers rights are trending back towards the second Industrial Revolution, politics recognizes corporations as people (thus robbing those who cannot compete with billions upon billions of dollars), civil rights are receding, basic necessities are becoming scarce, the environment itself is being poisoned for profit, etc.





  • Undertale: You’ve progressed through most of the game. You didn’t strike out at the monsters. You’ve done everything you could to avoid hurting those around you and yet strive for escape. Over and over You’ve been put up against a wall with your enemies striving to end you. You could fight back, you could react to this world of monsters and become like them, a monster.

    But you didn’t. You stand before a mirror in a house very similar to the one you were in at the start of the game. Looking into the mirror, you are affirmed.

    “Despite everything. It’s still you.”

    Despite everything I’ve gone through. Despite the hunger and gnawing to give in. To respond to the hatred and harm that has been inflicted on me with fury and bloodlust equal to the twisted delight others have taken in my suffering. I didn’t give in. I didn’t lose my joy in making others smile. I didn’t give up my interests and the rare and disparate moments of joy.

    Despite everything. It’s still me. I’m still here. I’m not a monster.