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Telling me to move is something liberal elites say to make themselves feel better.

No, MissT. Nobody's "telling" you to move; nobody on the Left or even in the mouse-urine-stained Liberal Center is enacting a great conspiracy against oppressed people.

The suggestion is that rather than beating your head against the wall of having the worst people on the planet as your neighbors, there are far better places, with far better people, to live. And it's not a matter of moving to the East Village or the Tenderloin and paying $6k a month for a closet. Essentially, any urban place in any state is better than any rural location in the US which isn't dominated by a college. An urban location in the reddest state will have better people and a more healthy place for a worthwhile and happy life among humans than a rural place in the bluest.

It's not a matter of being an ally. It's a matter of making an objective judgment about who lives where. Palookaville sucks. It may have been not as bad once, but in the last fifty years it's turned itself into Mordor, by choice. That isn't where the fight is happening -- the fight already happened there, and the good guys lost.
 
I have a tattoo of an orchid blooming out of a cinder cinder block on my left shoulder blade for a reason.

Thriving queers piss these people off more than anything. And to be a loud and visible queer in a deep red area takes a special courage.

Moving isn't going to make anything better here. And I don't run away like a punk bitch. It's not pretty, either. I still have scars from August 19, 2020, and I'm willing to earn a few more if it means queer kids can have a future.
 
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Wait what?
Unlike marijuana at the time (2005), doctors could prescribe cocaine.

in my case, the doc prescribed a small amount, which I could only pickup 30 minutes before the procedure to unfuck my nose after I took a softball to the face. He placed the coke into a vial, mixed with a saline solution, and stuck it up my nose via a long swab, and swirled it around a bit. After that, he then left the room for 15 minutes and returned holding a metal bar. He stuck the bar up my nose, re-broke it and then reset it. I felt nothing. I heard a lot.

the come down was worse than the high was good. No likey.
 
I feel like a lot of people don't know that coke is still only Schedule 2 because of its local anesthetic properties, even though it's largely been replaced by lidocaine and other topicals that don't get you high. Makes weed being Schedule 1 look even more ridiculous than it is.
 
I feel like a lot of people don't know that coke is still only Schedule 2 because of its local anesthetic properties, even though it's largely been replaced by lidocaine and other topicals that don't get you high. Makes weed being Schedule 1 look even more ridiculous than it is.

It's ridiculous, isn't it? The FDA has a lot of problems.
 
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Actually, I think there is causality, here. Once women had dominion over their bodies, they had the power to start telling guys to fuck right off. Incels have always existed, but they used to be able to get married by force.
 
Unlike marijuana at the time (2005), doctors could prescribe cocaine.

in my case, the doc prescribed a small amount, which I could only pickup 30 minutes before the procedure to unfuck my nose after I took a softball to the face. He placed the coke into a vial, mixed with a saline solution, and stuck it up my nose via a long swab, and swirled it around a bit. After that, he then left the room for 15 minutes and returned holding a metal bar. He stuck the bar up my nose, re-broke it and then reset it. I felt nothing. I heard a lot.

the come down was worse than the high was good. No likey.

Jesus Christ.
I can't. I'd beg for general.
 
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