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Watched Max steal a whole piece of steak. Now, we feed the bastard. He wasn't hungry. He just loves food. So we had to chase him down, get the steak back.
However, when you get close to Max when he has a big piece of food he shouldn't, he growls at you. Loud. Like a dog. And he won't let go of it when you try to take it back.

Sometimes I feel like he's a demon poorly disguised as a cat. That doesn't mean I love him any less, but damn man
 
Watched Max steal a whole piece of steak. Now, we feed the bastard. He wasn't hungry. He just loves food. So we had to chase him down, get the steak back.
However, when you get close to Max when he has a big piece of food he shouldn't, he growls at you. Loud. Like a dog. And he won't let go of it when you try to take it back.

Sometimes I feel like he's a demon poorly disguised as a cat. That doesn't mean I love him any less, but damn man
Look at training techniques about that, or it can get dangerous later on.
 
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Can we talk about bad sexual experiences here? It's been weighing on my mind lately. All of this happened >10 years ago so its kinda irrelevant but you know how sometimes there's this delayed urge to process shit.

Anyway, I went to a nightclub and a stranger put his hand up my skirt and picked me up by my vagina, like genuinely squeezed my junk for a solid 5 seconds. I ratted him out to the bouncer and he got kicked out of the nightclub, fine. I ended up flirting with the bartender and losing my virginity to him like 1 week later. It was very impulsive and stupid honestly. I just went to this strange dude's condo and consented to him fucking the shit out of me. I was 20, he was 29.

He totally could've murdered me lol, I was across the country on a co-op placement, far away from all my family and friends. But luckily he drove me back safe and sound to my campus dorm, and I went to work the next day like nothing happened.

The sex itself was very weird though. I was totally dissociated. I remember my head hitting against the bedframe, and not even noticing for ?however long, until Chad Bartender was kind enough to reposition me. I was breathing so deep and fast, not even because the experience was pleasurable at all, but just like anxiously hyperventilating, my hands became pins and needles and eventually went completely numb for a long time.

We rotated through about 10 different positions. It lasted about 2.5-3 hours. It just went on and on and on. I had the brilliant idea to fake an orgasm, thinking it would make him finish. Spoiler, it didn't work. I didn't have the words to be like, "okay I'm done". So we continued. Eventually he had me pinned in a weird prone position and he came and it was finally over.

I guess the thing I've struggled with over the years is, what can I even label this experience? I definitely consented, so it's not rape, and he's not a rapist. And I can't blame this guy for the fact that I got molested a week earlier, and I was in a bad mental headspace. I was definitely a shit sexual partner though, so like how did he not notice that I was mentally checked out and not enjoying myself?

But I've never really been able to move past the damn thing. For almost a full year afterwards, I was in this weird confused daze, like "wtf happened there, why did I do that, that was so out of character for me". I've had sex literally twice since then. No long term relationships.

Was it just... bad sex? grey zone-ish? I genuinely don't know.. it was just sorta unfortunate. I should probably go to therapy lol
As you guessed, this isn't rape, just a bad decision. I couldn't possibly divine why you chose to do that except to say it was part of a quarter life crisis. Noone ever really gets over their First anyways.

By the way, does anyone actually last more than like half an hour. I get bored after about ten minutes :v
 
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Pissy. I got a notice that pest control was coming by today (their fourth visit in as many months) but no time was specified, so I have to hang around until they get here, whenever that is. Disrupting my routine. But it's not them I'm pissed at-it's the "property management" company that can't be bothered with simple repairs. This fucking place is falling apart. The entire building is being treated for bed bugs and for roaches-that's how bad it's gotten.
 
Feel like shit. I’ve been having to sit in front of a computer all week for some virtual training at my job, and nothing gets me more pissy than sitting in front of a computer all day (my job is normally very physical and outdoors, which is great, but doing what I’m doing now is fucking soul-crushing). Thankfully my weekend should be fun. Getting an extra long one because of Labor Day, and I’m going tubing and seeing a comedy show with my friends, in addition to seeing a metal show with another. Then my current job ends next week, and I’m gonna take some time off to bow hunt elk and visit my aunt and uncle in Texas once that’s done with.

After that, I’m not sure about what’s gonna happen, and that scares me. I initially thought I was gonna go another year at my job, but I didn’t end up getting hired for another, and I didn’t plan for that (I over-optimistically assumed I would). Probably gonna go back to working a shitty nothing job to keep a roof over my head while I look for better work that’s similar to my current job and attempt to get into graduate school. Hopefully it all works out for me in the end.

On a more positive note, I’ve started doing the volunteer work I was doing before the coof forced me off of it again, and I’m definitely happy about that.
 
My parents are pestering me about coming home for Xmas. Did look a little on flights now, and last year it was allowed to use face mask of cloth. Not anymore apparently.

Feeling more like "Fuck this shit", dispensable face mask aren't cheap either.
 
Had to go out of town this week for work.

I have a 4 year old tuxedo cat (i have 3 total) whos had minor weight fluctuations and health problems literally his entire life. Weak immune system plus some other factors. Last week i noticed his weight was down again, and when i left yesterday morning (Monday) I went to give all my cats treats like I usually do.

Tuxedo cat refuses to eat. Just sniffs it and looks at me. I try wet food. Same result. Bowl of milk? Same result. This guy ALWAYS eats. Ended uo having my GF take him to the vet, $500 later we know he is severely dehydrated and has a small kidney, bloodwork will be back tomorrow.

Hoping for the best, but very worried his symptoms all these years have been caused by an underlying kidney condition and this is the end.

Get better, bubby.
 

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My wife had a miscarriage today, and we're currently still in hospital. This would've been our second child, and it's more heartbreaking than anything could've prepared me for. Glossing over the Farms from time to time has helped steady my nerves whenever I get the chance to rest. You guys are awesome. Wish I could buy you all a beer.
 
I'm great. There's a girl on my curb who's going to be arrested right now though. lol-- was talking on the phone and looking out the window when a car just rolled through the frame at about 40mph. Sideways, I mean.

Anyway, she's stoned/drunk, and bottles and a pipe fell out of the car as she was climbing out. Now she's just sitting there angry.
 
My new next door neighbor stopped emptying an entire can of bug spray every night but maybe he’s just out, I have considered climbing up and opening the skylight to let the stank out, but it’ll be my luck I’m the one who gets in trouble.
 
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