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And also different point different post suck on my drunken neuticles daddy null i still love you but
I am comparing and contrasting the behavior of the obviously HSTS troons on "I Am Jazz" to these AGP troons.
Faaaabulous and horny gay men who are probably getting the D 5+ times a week versus the Eliot Rodger autists who would rather sit in their room and order shit online than interact with the apparently 11 other people on the tranch?
Like I was reading the other day about the festival of Saturnalia and how there would be a regional king appointed to oversee the debauchery.
If you had a ranch out in BFE led by Jeffrey Starr (he's gross but go with me here) and Lil Nas X, shit would happen and everyone would get laid and all the critters would be taken care of 'cause you can't have lusty cowboy barnyard shenanigans if you never go in the barn, amirite?
But the tranch sounds fucking sad. Like even in the halcyon days a year ago, how much actual sex was happening? How much actual work was happening?
I think one of the moments that would peak a lot of normies is how sad this whole venture is.
I don't want to make it sound like an equivalent venture run by any other group would be 24/7 lulz, but the point of an intentional community/commune is that you make an active choice to live that way. "Society forced us" BULL FUCKING SHIT you can go buy a mansion in Detroit and spend less money and be happier. Go buy a plot of land outside Asheville. Get a fucking shithole property near the Salton Sea. The world is your oyster.
So much of this shit seems like a monastic community hellbent on making itself suffer and making said suffering public for gibs.
You can go suffer somewhere where you're not all physically miserable. You don't have to live this way where you're all collapsing into the black hole of your own ego.
You could have fucking "Queen for a Day" where once a week one of the tranchers gets to indulge "her" personal fantasy.
Or you can go shovel alpaca shit off the road for $-5.74 an hour.
I am comparing and contrasting the behavior of the obviously HSTS troons on "I Am Jazz" to these AGP troons.
Faaaabulous and horny gay men who are probably getting the D 5+ times a week versus the Eliot Rodger autists who would rather sit in their room and order shit online than interact with the apparently 11 other people on the tranch?
Like I was reading the other day about the festival of Saturnalia and how there would be a regional king appointed to oversee the debauchery.
If you had a ranch out in BFE led by Jeffrey Starr (he's gross but go with me here) and Lil Nas X, shit would happen and everyone would get laid and all the critters would be taken care of 'cause you can't have lusty cowboy barnyard shenanigans if you never go in the barn, amirite?
But the tranch sounds fucking sad. Like even in the halcyon days a year ago, how much actual sex was happening? How much actual work was happening?
I think one of the moments that would peak a lot of normies is how sad this whole venture is.
I don't want to make it sound like an equivalent venture run by any other group would be 24/7 lulz, but the point of an intentional community/commune is that you make an active choice to live that way. "Society forced us" BULL FUCKING SHIT you can go buy a mansion in Detroit and spend less money and be happier. Go buy a plot of land outside Asheville. Get a fucking shithole property near the Salton Sea. The world is your oyster.
So much of this shit seems like a monastic community hellbent on making itself suffer and making said suffering public for gibs.
You can go suffer somewhere where you're not all physically miserable. You don't have to live this way where you're all collapsing into the black hole of your own ego.
You could have fucking "Queen for a Day" where once a week one of the tranchers gets to indulge "her" personal fantasy.
Or you can go shovel alpaca shit off the road for $-5.74 an hour.