Yeah exactly, I would never ever want to cook naked.

Or try to get into a hot car. Or go hiking (poison ivy). Or go outside at all (mosquitos). Or open a fridge (it’s just cold :().

On absolutely no proof, I feel like clothing probably evolved as more of a protective measure than a privacy thing at first, regardless of the Abrahamic stories. Shit gets too hot, or too cold, or otherwise too exposed to the elements.

I thought this was an XKCD at first.

Laughed my ass off.

Thanks for sharing.

That moment when someone is trying to take control and fuck you up, and you’re enjoying it, but then you see an opening and you go for it. And you take advantage of the fact that they’re absolutely obsessed with you, entranced with you from being in love with you. And you pause, and you place your thumb in just the right place on their wrist, and you tilt your head a little and make eye contact, and you reach up slowly with your other hand to brush your fingers behind their ears. And just like that, you can do whatever you want with them. They’re yours.

And you feel so powerful, in that moment, that you feel like you can change anything in your life, control whatever you want. Not just them, but maybe even yourself.

It really is all about that loop. It feels somewhat Zen to me – something about the sound of one hand clapping.

That’s super sweet! I’m glad you’re all still friends!