Are we talking “nations that have an official Lemmy instance” or “nations in which some private citizen or resident just happens to host a Lemmy instance?”

I mean, sure. It’s easy to accuse me of being uniquely bad at sex, right? “Are you sure it’s not a YOU problem?”

Well according to the women I’ve slept with I’m simultaneously great and terrible in bed depending on if she was breaking up with me at the time the topic came to discussion. She’s either faking it in bed and the truth only comes out months later, or she’s having a good time in bed and trying to hurt my feelings while she’s angry at me. Which is why I brought up dick size. I don’t care if women care about dick size. I have a normal average medium-size dick and I’ve never been told that by a woman, it’s either huge or tiny depending on her desire to boost or bruise my ego. I’ve had the same woman say both.

I’ve asked every woman I’ve slept with some variation of Do you like that? What do you want to do? What’s your favorite? I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a useful answer out of that line of questioning. The most common response is an indignant “I don’t know!!!” like it’s an inappropriate question to ask at this moment. Or an “uh…yeah” or the surprisingly common continue to rhythmically moan as if no question was asked

Faking orgasms to get sex over with faster and then agreeing to have sex again with the same person is not the behavior of someone who wants to cum during sex. It’s such a dumbass way to go about achieving that goal that it’s just easier to believe the goal is something else.

She’s either got the notion in her head that there exists a man who “just knows” what she wants and she’ll never have to verbalize her wants or needs because he “just does” what she wants. Maybe she’s seen an old couple whose routines are in perfect sync and they fall apart without each other, and romcom movies have her convinced he just exists somewhere fully formed and all you’ve got to do is bend over to pick up dropped papers in front of the right business executive to get it, not spend 40 years of marriage living together, communicating, arguing, winning, losing, compromising, choosing battles and, pause for gasp, sometimes doing things for him too. So she just tries out a man, when he isn’t precisely what she has in mind she ghosts him and moves on to the next one.

Or, she’s willing to get on her back if if means a free meal at local fancy restaurant she can post to Instagram and maybe also even eat.

All sex is transactional, all women are whores and all men are johns, it’s just we have this weird cultural thing where it’s a crime to say “Look can I just Venmo you?” so we have to do things like pay for sex with flowers and chocolates and restaurant meals and jewelry and alimony.

“I faked all my orgasms” is up there with “your dick is small” on the list of “things women always say to men they’re angry at” so at some point his ability to care if its true or not burns out.

If we’re strictly speaking about “Meta alternatives” that means we’re looking specifically for replacements for Facebook, Whatsapp, Instagram and Threads. “Just don’t have Facebook”, Signal, Pixelfed and Mastodon/Bluesky are direct replacements for those. Lemmy is a Reddit replacement which doesn’t have anything to do with Mark “I am actually a lizard” Zuckerberg.

And don’t you forget it.

You’re god damn right we do.

The shithead in golf shorts in line ahead of you at Publix bitching out the cashier for not thanking him for letting her help him? The one who left where he’s from because he didn’t like it there and then wants here to be like where he’s from? That’s a Yankee, quite likely a halfback.

Everyone plays up the 3310 as a snake-playing text-messaging mjolnir but I had a Motorola Talkabout that survived being spiked into the pavement once. The battery popped out but I put it back in and made a phone call.

turns out a plastic shell with some give in the structure can take abuse more gracefully than a solid brick made of glass. and aluminum.