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I’m a 27 year old male. The longest relationship I’ve ever been in has been 7 months, and it ended because I was bored and wanted to sleep with other women.
I have been on dating apps for as long as I can remember. I’m obsessed with them. Most of my sexual encounters are girls from dating apps. I’ve slept with over 100 women (excluding prostitutes). The problem is I am only interested in sleeping with them once, and moving onto the next chase. Once I sleep with a woman, I ghost them and have no desire to talk to them or form a connection. I truly look at women as objects.
What’s worse is that I’m too ashamed of my deepest kinks, that I don’t seek them in life with real women. I offer to pay girls on the dating apps to perform this sexual act (which doesn’t even consist of penetration) with them. I also consistently am paying girls to video chat with me while I masturbate so they can watch me come. It has become an obsession. In the past 2 years I’ve probably spent over $5,000 to women to watch me masturbate and perform sexual acts which I am only comfortable doing with complete strangers.
I’m ashamed and nervous to go out with friends in public in fear of seeing a girl I’ve paid, or offered to pay, or have said crazy sexual things to on dating apps. I’ve been banned numerous times for being overtly sexual. I can’t take any of the girls seriously on the apps, as I see it only as a means to get sex.
I fear I will never have a deeper connection with a woman because of these obsessions. I am tired of continuing to spend money on girls from dating apps.
I’m worried this will all catch up to me one day. I have no concept of how to stop. I can’t be productive at work because all I’m trying to do is find the next girl willing to let me pay them. I don’t even want to take them out on dates anymore. I need the Instant gratification.
Any help or advice would be appreciated.
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So I have a friend and next month we are headed to Tokyo. I’ve lived in Japan for a while and I understand enough Japanese to get myself by. This will be my friends first time in Japan and he is very very much into women’s kimono and accessorizing. My friend has even purchased reading materials and taken online lessons from individuals that make their own kimono so needless to say my friend understands and appreciates kimono even to a point where he has attempted to make his own. I managed to get him an appointment set up at a Kimono recycle shop but I don’t know how to bridge the subject of a male wanting to purchase women’s kimono and accessories. This is completely out of my comfort zone but I want my friend to be happy and have a wonderful time. How will Japanese people react to this? Will they try and force him to purchase men’s kimono? I remember him saying that the women’s options are so much more expressive and colorful which is why he is drawn to them instead. I understand this may be a bit of a niche question but I figured maybe someone had an answer that might help. Thank you for any and all comments.

Hello! Iam ftm and I’ve been on hormones for coming up on 6 years. And had too surgery a year and half ago. I use to be in a 5 year relationship with the first person I ever dated a girl. I have just now started dating a boy and it’s very weird and new to me. And I just got a weird feeling for the first time ever, do I regret transitioning?
It’s very hard to tell. Because I feel like me that’s never changed. I don’t want to do girly things or wear girly clothes however I guess I’m more upset I don’t look like I thought i would have as a man. And Ive got a fear of never being loved fully and accepted fully for being trans and not having a penis. Because even tho I’m dating a man now I’ve always pictured getting married to a women. I guess I just feel confused all over again about my sexuality and even gender identity now. The thing is I think I have to learn to love and accept myself as a trans man. But Iam scared because I don’t want to have doubt or the fear or “ruining” my life. I’m just a little sad about it questioning myself.

People say Meg Lanning because she won so many titles for Australia, I understand She is great leader and brilliant on field but She has the team that are almost invincible and leaps and bounds any women’s team right now. Harmanpreet is no slouch, She was always a fierce character on the field with an amazing mind but only thing she lacks that she doesn’t have a dependent death bowler or finisher on her side, On many occasion She have won the match single handily with her Batting and captaincy, but sadly people only acknowledge numbers and statistics just like Wendy Renard of Lyon Women FC team who is greatest captain in women’s FC team. I dont care anyone who says otherwise Harmanpreet is a Superwomen Captain that She proved with the recently concluded WPl even without the star studded team she won a championship with her Brilliant leadership.

My best friend when I was 17 was assigned female at birth and used she/her pronouns at the time that I knew them.
We had a bit of drama through the end of highschool and things kind of ended on a weird note.
Fast forward 3 years and we were living in geographically different places but we made amends with each other via social media. We made plans to catch up but it never happened.
I no longer had this person on social media. But from what I could see via their public profile over the next few years they came out as trans and started using he/they pronouns. Changed their name on social media, had top surgery and presented as male.
As friendships go, time and distance meant we lost touch. It’s now been 9 years since we’ve seen each other and 6 years since our last messages between each other. Last week I had 3 very intense and symbolic dreams about this person and decided to reach out to see how they were doing because I care about them. I noticed this person had changed their social media name back to their birth name, removed the pronouns from their bio, and has started female presenting again (very femme). I messaged them on Facebook and we were having a really good catch up and made plans to see each other this summer. They told me that they are going to be studying welding and so I sent this message at the end of a multi message response:
“Also hope this isn’t awkward - but are your gender pronouns she/her still? I was going to say that I love seeing women in traditionally male dominated industries! It’s the change we need and I love that its fucking happening! But the saying still goes for gender non conforming people too. We are re writing the future”
They have stopped replying and I’m not sure how to proceed or what I did wrong. I don’t want to misgender them in person and thought clarity is the best practice. I get the feeling this may have been taken the wrong way. I’m just trying to educate myself. I don’t want to assume someone’s gender but how does one know if they don’t ask?

I’m just ranting here not looking for advice or anything. Over 6 months ago I found out my husband was talking to other women, It absolutely crushed me. We took sometime apart to figure things out and decided to try to fix things. Well over the course of trying to repair our relationship, I found out it apparently started shortly after I gave birth to our first child. Not only that, I also found out that he was buying photos (which no shame to those women, get yo bread), but seeing those just made something in me break. From Sep. to Dec. I just kept finding more & more stuff that he lied to me about. I do go through his phone when he sleeps because I don’t trust him to not delete anything or tell someone to not text/ msg him after work hours. Well just a short bit ago I found hidden photos of women on his phone. Because of my mistrust all this shit & more is constantly on my mind, I just question myself all the time now. I wonder why I’ll never be enough. Why am I always a last choice. Was everything bullshit? I know if I never saw those messages that night he would’ve continued & maybe things would’ve progressed from emotional to physical regardless of what he said. I know him.

Is anyone going to the last show? I need the pro freak t shirt the one with smi and girls in the car in L and XL. Please if anyone can help I’m willing to pay a good amount of money on top. Has to be in excellent condition please no stains I need them for a gift.

Thousands of firms globally are now incorporating offshore teams in their practices. We’re fortunate to count over 650+ of those firms as our clients. And what all includes in this 4C’s need to be clearly understood to integrate our onsite team with offshore teams.
We did a small podcast in our series BKOT last week on “How to integrate an onshore team with an offshore team”. It’s available on our YouTube channel and you can watch it here.
Many a times we have seen number of firms start with offshore staffing, but later,

Give up on offshore hiring or
They lose a good onshore employee on their journey toward building an offshore team.

Though both situations are undesirable, but we come across them very often and largely because the onshore team feels insecure as soon as firms start hiring offshore staff.
What we have concluded in this podcast is that we need to manage it keeping in mind 4 C’s that play a key role in having a successful onshore and offshore team working in unison and towards a common goal that is ‘betterment of the firm’.

Change
Culture
Collaboration
Communication

And communication being the key holds the other 3 together.
Thousands of firms globally are now incorporating offshore teams in their practices. We’re fortunate to count over 500+ of those firms as our clients. And what all includes in this 4C’s need to be clearly understood to integrate our onsite team with offshore teams.

Change:

There could be two reactions, either resist the change or to embrace it. What actually happens when you start expanding your offshore team is that it invites certain insecurities associated within the existing teams. That’s because when change comes, it comes with uncertainty. So this change management is very important to give clarity to existing team members, give them security and tell them why we are on-boarding offshore team. If that is rightly communicated and that change management is handled correctly in terms of how you communicate, how you collaborate, how you have been interacting with your clients, how you have been interacting internally. In fact, clarity is also required in the offshore team on what they are expected to do, look at their individual tasks and responsibilities and then work out what your expectation would be in terms of productivity for a given period of time.

Culture:

‘Treat your onshore staff and offshore staff equally’, that’s the culture that must be brought in, first adopted by the leaders and then also by the team members.
We have a client in Orlando who are among the largest outsourced accounting firms, with probably 50 people team there and about 4–5 people team here at our office in India. On Thanksgiving day, they shipped goodies, that included t-shirts, coffee mugs, pens, etc. all the way from Orlando to India. We can clearly assume that the cost of shipping would be higher than the cost of the shipment itself, but for them it’s not about the money, but the relationship and their sentiments associated with gift wraps.
It’s important you should treat culture at the same level as those whom you’re working with. It brings the sense of belongingness that we are a part of the same team and we are working towards the common goal which is betterment of the business.
The most effective manner is to make your onshore team in person accountable for coaching and managing your offshore staff. This is often effective because your onshore team can become invested with ownership of the whole process and will very quickly understand the potential of the offshore team, therefore, realising however this is often reaching their life a lot easier.

Collaboration:

You cannot be successful yourself, unless your onshore & offshore team integrate together and join hands for the common good of the firm. So it is very important that they collaborate — professionally and personally. Bringing them all in the same workflow management, keeping the teams in Skype groups, in email loops etc will help. Organizing training for both offshore & onshore team members, bridging the cultural gaps among team members, building trust with your offshore teams, hold effective conferences, and help maintaining the collaboration.

Communication:

It holds all 3 together: Change, Culture & Communication. Without communication you will not know anything about their culture or would not be able to properly collaborate. Intertwining with communication helps in forming a relationship with the people you work with, they might be sitting thousands of miles away from your office in India. It will be an extension of your team, so you really have to get to know who you’re working with because culturally and they might be in a different time zone, they might have different holidays.
Integrating your teams is about getting to know the people you work with whether you sit down in the hall from them or across the world, so you know whether it’s being on skype or zoom or different ways to get understand the people you work with and what works for them. This is about forming a relationship with the extension of your team and you have to get to know them and understand what they’re all about and what drives them to be successful at work and you’re here to help them and they’re here to help your firm so that’s what it’s about communication getting to know your team and relationship.
Offshore staffing is a solution for a firm with the right mindset of the leadership, on how they communicate the plans, how well they understand the culture of the offshore staff and effectively integrate them into their firms. If you put the effort into it, you will see the results absolutely.

tl;dr - how to not be socially inept with women and talk to them
ok so i’m 19, and i don’t think i’ve ever been in a fulfilling relationship. I have had flings with girls and the whole friends with benefits thing going before, but i’ve never really been with someone i could completely be myself around or have intimate delicate moments or feel things intensely that wasn’t sex with. I don’t get why it’s so hard to find someone on my wavelength. I have an irrational fear of talking stages now because they’ve all gone to shit.
i’m an attractive guy, honestly. I don’t mean it in an arrogant way but for full context i am probably a .0001% genetic outlier. I have that greek god physique /symmetrical model face, and i’m tall enough. Attracting people has never been an issue for me. I’ve been told a few times when i’ve met women that i “made them nervous” from time to time. I’ve seen it first hand myself at concerts raves parties etc . but the reality of life is that being beautiful isn’t gonna take you all the way. my mom warned me about that, telling me not to rely on my looks as women are less likely to make the first move than a guy will and that i need to learn how to approach women. I’ve felt very lonely for a long time wondering why it’s so hard if i’m conventionally attractive in most people eyes but now i think it also has to do with attracting the wrong type of girl.
i’m pretty shy, especially when i see a girl who might even think i’m out if their league(it’s happened before). i can only really talk to women when i’m drunk or on recreational drugs. I have little energy to do so most times sober and it’s more about me than them. I overthink so much and it sucks because i can talk to a dude just fine. I’m always trying to be cautious of how i come off to women as a man because i really don’t want to make a bad impression and it sometimes makes me not want to even try out of fear of failure .
They sometimes show interest but i feel physically tired to try and be present in the moment to advance the conversation. Sometimes it a in part due to the setting i meet them under because as I said before i think i am also attracting the wrong type of girl. i go to raves and festivals and I do quite a bit of hard drugs so much like e others there there’s sometimes not much to even say they make it clear they want you and vice versa.
however i want to step away from all that and find someone who isn’t up that alley cause news flash a large amount of them simply are not girlfriend worthy. guys there are players and so are girls. i do not speak for all but this is in my experience at least.
i want to be able to have a healthy relationship with someone who is goal oriented that i can motivate and who will motivate me to stay focused on my journey. And i think i’d need to just meet more women and d see for myself but approaching people under normal every day circumstances is so scary. i’ve been told that i look unapproachable from time to time and i think it’s cause i just keep a stoic expression most times. But i want to do the approaching and meet these women for who they are and see them as humans and evaluate them accordingly but it’s so hard cause I just know what to say.

PART FIFTY-FIVE
[Previous Part] [Beginning]
I FUCKING HATE THE FUCKING COLD!!!
After five days of travelling in this manner, a tiny part of my brain was almost willing to throw up its hands and say, ‘Fuck it – let ’em have the stupid copper mines,’ but I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t do it. It didn’t matter if I never thawed out again. The Consitors weren’t getting their grubby little mitts on the empire. They messed up their own land, and they weren’t coming here to mess up ours.
No. Fuck, no. Hell to the fuck no. But fuuuuuuuck, I hate the cold!
It didn’t get much warmer when we reached the coast, either. Sheets of ice clung to every ridge, and the snow might’ve only gone halfway up the shins of our horses as opposed to the knee, but overall, it wasn’t much of a concession.
At least our horses had figured out that by the end of the day, they’d be inside our dome with us. And on top of the warm space, we had plenty of food for them, courtesy of the imperial palace, which meant they were probably eating better than they ever had.
The first two days had been a matter of following Milo’s lead toward the coast. After that, I dropped back, and Thalien took my place beside Milo as Polly reached out with constant course corrections based on where the Consitor ship seemed to be heading. Only once did we have to double back half a day when apparently something made the boat do a tight U-shape manoeuvre in open water. At the time, I had grumpily vocalised if it was too much to ask for a dozen sea dragons to eat them and be done with this for good, but Polly informed us on the subsequent correction that they were still inbound, which made us keep going.
Harmony, of course, had reminded me over dinner that night that if the sea dragons had managed to devour the ship (and not perished under their hideous nine-gun barrage), our entire journey from the gateway would be for nothing, and that would’ve made me even crankier.
She was right. I would’ve raged for days if we went through all of this only for a dragon or ten to beat me to our target, though if I was speaking honestly, it wouldn’t be the first time in our careers as adventurers.
By the morning of day five, we were in position on a coastal precipice overlooking what would have been a pretty bay in summer, but right now, it reminded me of a partially frozen drink I’d once had in the far northern provinces. The deep blue in the middle was a nice touch.
As soon as we arrived, we reached out to Polly and discovered that due to the shallows and the Consitors’ unfamiliarity with the underwater terrain, we were more than a full day ahead of them.
This close to the shore, Polly strongly recommended against setting up Thalien’s dome for warmth. She had explained that even though the Consitors didn’t have access to her scrying (she called it a work-net or something, but I was sticking to the term I understood best), they still had powerful spyglasses that could see far beyond what our captain’s spyglasses could see; by a ridiculous multiplier.
For the same reason, we couldn’t make a fire either, so last night, we ate whatever dry foods I had that were ready to eat (smothering dates in honey was one of the ways I made it barely tolerable) while huddling inside a canopy that Tarq and Milo had spent the day pulling together for us. A wind break at best, and one that didn’t fit our horses.
Hence, my really, really delightful mood this morning.
By the time dawn broke, despite the extra blankets and comforters, I was ready to kill everything that breathed my air. My muscles had seized up countless times through the night, and my bones constantly ached, all of which reminded me that I hadn’t died … yet.
“Emeron, you know I love you to bits,” Milo hedged after I tied my hood to the point I couldn’t see anything through the fur. He hooked both pointer fingers into the fur and worked the gap until it opened wide enough that I could see … some of his face. “But I swear if you don’t stop belly-aching about the cold, I will wring your neck and take my chances with your son’s wrath.”
Tarq snorted long and slow, making him look like an irked bull. I read a lot into that snort. It was his way of silently saying that while he didn’t necessarily agree with Milo’s threat and certainly wouldn’t permit it to reach fruition, he too was fed up with my vocal displeasure.
Frustrated at all of them, I dusted the snow from my jacket and stomped over to the horses, and together we stamped our feet and bumped our gums in noisy commiseration of ourselves.
“I’ve just figured you out, Uncle Em,” Harmony said a short time later. I shot her a dirty look that she probably didn’t see through the tiny gap after I’d retightened my hood string. Either way, she kept going. “I always thought you cooked because you loved to cook.”
“I do.”
“But you also love the warmth that the fire gives off more. You get to spend hours staying toasty warm. Even in the desert, it still gets cold at night.”
I hunched my shoulders and rubbed my fur-covered hands. “I’m beginning to think I’ll never get warm again.”
“You can thaw out once we go underground, Uncle Em.”
When we faced off with Augustin Morales and the rest of his Consitor insurgents. That had my blood heating for an entirely different reason.
My friends took turns coming over to keep me company, probably to make sure I hadn’t turned into an ice block when they weren’t looking. They did their best to keep me distracted, reminding me of some of the ridiculous close calls we’d found ourselves in that thankfully NEVER made it into Lanna’s songs.
Like the time we went after a black dragon that had supposedly been terrorising a community in the swamps of the mid-east. We found it. It was on its side with its back to us, and while Thalien neutralised its magic, we had positioned ourselves to attack from all sides. Tarq and Milo had gone frontal, and I was up on a ridge behind its back with my sword pointing downwards. The girls were ready to keep it distracted.
It was a perfect plan, with one minor exception: the damn thing had died of old age at least two weeks earlier. And when we ruptured its bloated body, it exploded like a volcano, covering us in rotting guts and an avalanche of rats that were not happy we’d disturbed their feast.
We laughed later. A lot later. Fifty million baths and just as many drinks later.
There were a lot of stories like that, many of which I’d deliberately chosen not to remember.
Four long hours later, Thalien rushed over to me, followed by everyone else. “Polly says they’re in range!”
“FINALLY!” I groused, making my way to the lookout that gave us a clear view of the bay below.
Sure enough, about half a mile past the mouth of the bay, the ship that had been about two feet long in Polly’s rendition was terrifyingly bigger in real life. Tarq handed me a spyglass, and by magnifying things, I could see what Polly was talking about in terms of age. The thing was massive and made of metal, but how it had made it across an ocean had me scratching my head. There weren’t holes per se in the hull, but the metal (something we didn’t use on ships) had rust lines over six feet wide and several yards long. Iron that badly rusted meant the pressure of a finger in the central mass would have it caving in. I could only assume some level of magic was holding it together.
As far as I was concerned, they were close enough.
I handed Tarq back the spyglass, raised my hand as high as it would reach, and then dropped it forward to point at the ship I wanted destroyed, just as Polly had instructed.
And a grand total of nothing happened.
I waited, glancing back now and then at the mountain behind me, thinking that perhaps Polly and I had misunderstood each other, and she thought my gesture was to unveil that spinning turtle shell weapon.
“Something was supposed to happen, right?” Shay-Lee asked, moving up on my right.
“Supposedly,” I said, fighting the fear and rage that had my heart climbing into my throat as the ship cruised through the mouth of the bay. We were too far away, and it was too big. I could now see the people on the top deck scurrying like ants. I’d sent the elven troops north in preparation of digging out Morales, assuming whatever Polly had planned here would work.
That assumption would get all those soldiers killed, as these Consitors would move up from the south and catch them in a pincer movement with their guns. If we were down on the ground, we might be able to take them out in a similar manoeuvre to what they’d done to my great-grandfather’s travelcade, but up here, we were woefully out of position.
I whirled on Thalien, but he was already gesturing to reach Polly in a scry. I knew the gestures. I’d seen them often enough. Not enough that I’d be willing to try them myself, but enough to recognise them when he did it. And it was just as clear he wasn’t getting through.
“Could Polly be compromised?” Harmony asked.
Lanna, Tarq and I all shook our heads. “No chance,” I decreed, not knowing how I knew that but knowing it was true nonetheless.
“I don’t understand what could be blocking a scry,” Milo frowned.
I didn’t, either. What was the point of making it to this exact spot if all I could do was stand there and watch the Consitors land?
It gutted me to see the ship clear the mouth and release the massive anchor attached to the ship’s nose, having it splash into the water. The whirring of the equally impressive-sized chain as it raced through the hole behind where the anchor had been was just as crushing.
“Damn you, Polly,” I whispered, earning similar sentiments from my friends. After everything we’ve been through…
“Emeron, I’ve got her,” Thalien said, but quite frankly, it was too little, too late.
Which was why my response was distinctly un-emperor-ish. “What the fuck, Polly?!” I snarled, not roaring at the top of my lungs just in case, like their super spyglasses, they had some means to hear me from where they were anchored.
“With all due respect, sir, there is no need to be so vulgar.”
I gestured towards the bay behind the empty room in the scry … the bay in front of me, knowing Acropolis wouldn’t see what I was looking at. At least, not through this particular scry. “Are you kidding me?!” I growled, about half a second from losing my absolute mind at the ancient structure at the heart of our people.
“I’m waiting for your order, sir.”
My brain exploded in an instant headache. “I gave that order fifteen minutes ago!” I raged, no longer caring that I was shouting. “You should have already been doing your rod of god thing!”
“Oh, that was you?” she asked, and I swear I heard a condescension in her tone I hadn’t heard in a long time where my old tutors were concerned. “I couldn’t be sure.”
And it suddenly dawned on me what she was pushing for. “You don’t … seriously … expect me to strip from the waist up so that you can see the brand on my shoulder when I make the gesture?!” My tone was so low and lethal even Tarq gave me a cautious side-eye. And he had every reason to be fearful, for I was absolutely going to kill someone over this. I really, really was. How many were still up for debate, but my starting point was triple figures. Or maybe I’d settle for just one cold-hearted bitch from ancient times. “I hate the fucking cold!”
“Sir, you’re running out of time,” Acropolis argued, and leaning to one side, I saw around Thalien’s scry to see that smaller boats were indeed being lowered into the water.
I guess I was about to find out if blind fury was a good substitute for warm clothing. And if I died, I vowed to make it my mission to haunt Polly until the end of fucking time!
“Everybody, please step away from the Shadow President,” Polly said. “At least ten paces.”
I had no idea why, nor did I care. It was taking everything I had to force myself through the unwilling step of disrobing in this god-forsaken climate! My fingers shook as I picked at the ties until I had the ones that held my hood in place undone. Then I loosened the ties that held the fur jacket against my shirt and grabbed a fistful of fur and fabric at the base of my neck. From there, I took several deep, steadying breaths, silently counting on each exhale until I reached the magical ‘three’. Then, before I could talk myself out of it, I hauled it all forward, making sure my shirt and the slatted eyewear came with it.
The cold slammed into my torso on all sides, and as much as I wanted to press the fur against my chest, I wasn’t willing to risk needing to do this a second time. If Polly required to see this damned brand, she would see ALL of it once and once only! I tossed the jacket to the ground and fisted my hands, willing the breath frozen in my lungs to move, if only to stop my teeth from chattering.
“Be Emperor Ronan, once last time, sir!” Polly shouted. “And lose the gloves!”
I was too far into hypothermia to ask why the gloves had to come off. I was already dying, so what difference would it make if my fingers snap-froze too? I gritted my teeth to keep them still and snatched the gloves off, letting them fall to the pile at my feet.
Be Emperor Ronan…be Emperor Ronan… I mentally chanted, knowing exactly what she wanted me to do—what I had to do, even though that and what I wanted to do were at opposite ends of the spectrum.
I straightened, digging into reserves I hadn’t needed in a long time. My shoulders went up and back, and my chin lifted into the stance that had been minted on coins. I glared at the invaders with everything I had left in me, and then my hand went over my head, my fingers straight like I was about to give the order to advance. I stayed like that for a second or two longer than I should have until I vaguely remembered there was a second part to this move.
Ahhh….y-y-y-yes….
I locked my elbow in place and rolled my shoulder to drop my hand forward. This time, my fingers pointed hatefully at the invaders, wishing I had the means to shoot them all dead instead of merely pointing at them.
High above, a glow appeared behind the clouds, growing brighter and brighter until fire burst through the bottom layer, hurtling towards the ship. I couldn’t lift my eyes, for they were too cold to look up. They merely glared at the invaders, burning with the depths of my hatred.
People screamed. I heard them scream from where I stood, probably because they knew what was happening better than I did. In the following seconds, the long fire streak pierced through the clouds and slammed into the vessel's centre, bending it in half with an explosion that rivalled any volcano eruption. As the air and water coiled, I saw the ship was already gone, driven beneath the waves and into the ocean floor by the force of the impact.
My hand fell to my side, and I was too cold to do anything but stare at the rolling cloud that was fast approaching me. I couldn’t change my focus or expression as much as I wanted to. I wanted to watch my imminent death coming at me, but my gaze was locked on the strike point and the subsequent white explosions surging from beneath the waves. Those weren’t light weapons being triggered. They were more … boom-ish.
The water over the wreck reached higher and higher with each new explosion, but the rolling wave of air coming at me was levelling everything in its path. Trees were flattened. Sand was collected. I’d been caught in sandstorms before, and I knew this would be so much worse than that. I almost laughed at myself when I realised I wouldn’t be cold for much longer since the dead didn’t feel the cold.
It broke the edge of the precipice before me, but something happened to the air before my eyes as it reached me. I watched as tiny, almost invisible pinhead-sized dust particles interlocked across my skin, holding me in place and somehow warming me simultaneously. My sigh of sheer delight as the rolling wave slammed into me and passed by without moving so much as a hair on my arm had me relaxing where I stood, even going as far as to smile.
Then, I lowered my head marginally and turned slightly to look at my friends over my shoulder.
“It is done,” I declared in vindication, not knowing how … not caring how Polly had pulled off the protective suit I never wanted to lose. I’d thought the elven fur was warm, but these near-invisible dots were heated somehow, and I always wanted to keep it with me. If I could, I’d never be cold again!
My friends had all been flattened and driven over thirty yards away, but we’d been doing these things like this a long time, and they were already scrambling to their feet; their expressions unified in their shock at what had happened. At me!
Then, of course, my protective shield disappeared as fast as it came, and the cold that crushed against me was strangely mitigated by what felt like fire licking from my left shoulder into my head. The combination of the two left me unable to cope, and I fell to my knees and then to my side in a bone-jarring shudder that I couldn’t control.
“EMERON!” they shouted, racing towards me as my vision warped and went black.
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Friends and Family Borrowing money from friends and family is a classic way to start a business. While it may be harder to convince investors or banks of the quality of your idea, your family and friends often believe in your dream. They may be more willing to help fund your company. If you do go to friends and family for loans, it’s a good idea to make sure that each of you gets sound legal advice, especially if you are taking the money as a loan.
Small Business Loans Some banks specifically offer loans to small businesses, but banks historically, are careful about giving money to small companies. It can be difficult to qualify. There are alternative lending companies, however, who may be better equipped to help you get your business off the ground.
Trade Equity or Services Looking to get some web design done? See if you can barter with your neighbor who does some freelancing on the side. Perhaps you’ll help him with some marketing advice down the road. In virtually every city, there are communities of fledgling business owners who can work together.
Bootstrapping One of the most common ways to get a business up and running is through “bootstrapping.” Basically, you use your own funds to run your business. This money may come from personal savings, low or no interest credit cards, or mortgages and lines of credit on your home. Getting a free credit report card will help you assess where you financially stand. Knowing this will help you figure out the interest rate you will get on loans, which can give you access to affordable credit.
Incubator or Accelerator Business accelerators and incubators have sprung up all across the country, particularly near colleges with a strong business program. These spaces are part communal workspace and part mentorship development centers. Young businesses can get a great start here while partnering with some amazing people.
Crowdfunding If you have a sexy idea and you’re great at social media, crowdfunding might be an option. When platforms like Kickstarter and Indiegogo first started, there were a number of businesses that had great success pulling together funding through their reach.
Small Business Grants The Small Business Administration as well as other organizations sometimes offer grants to small businesses that are run by women, minorities, or veterans. If you fit into one of these categories, it’s worth speaking to your local SBA chapter, or Chamber of Commerce, to see if there’s local grant money that you may be able to apply.
Local Contests Let’s face it; unless you have an incredible idea and a strong business history, you’re probably not going to make it to Shark Tank. Many local COCs and SBAs have decided, however, to run local Shark Tank style competitions. Since these are more locally focused, often requiring that a business operates in a particular area in order to enter, they may be less competitive.
Keep Your Day Job This is the suggestion no one likes. If you currently have a job that is meeting your expenses and letting you live a relatively comfortable lifestyle, don’t be in such a hurry to quit your job and follow your business dreams. Spend some time getting the business off the ground and building through the early, difficult phases with the solidity of your 9-5 job paying your bills.

My body was born male. I remember lying in bed with my mother at age 4 and telling her I was really a girl.
I always knew, but I lived my life as a fucked-up gay man. I went through periods of extreme promiscuity, followed by long years of celibacy.
I did drag a couple of times for parties, and both times, after I was ready, I wanted to stay home and just enjoy the way I looked, because I knew everyone at the party would laugh about it and I was supposed to be in on the joke. But it wasn't a joke.
So I was in a store recently, and I saw a big, feminine dress made of T-shirt fabric on sale for $5. I bought it and when I put it on, it looks ridiculous and weird, but I love the way it makes me feel.
Several years ago, I stopped cutting my hair, so it's around chin length. I have a bald spot in the crown, and my hair is thin and breaks off, so it doesn't get any longer than it is now, but it's long enough for a tiny ponytail and for me to make some swirls and flips with it.
I'm pretty sure I'll live out my life as a man, but I still know inside I'm a woman and I always have been.

How could you say I love you to a woman? I mean, I have been in touch with this great guy. I met him thru Tinder almost 2 yrs back, we fucked a couple of times maybe 4 or 5 times, and then over one year ago, I stopped seeing him because I want to workout my marriage (to those who will ask, my marriage is still rocky until now). I tried to cut the communication, but he’s still there from time to time, chatting “Hi”, “How are you?”, “I miss you”, “Can I see you?”, updates me when he’s on business trip or something.. nothing sexual.. I never saw him again. He also says he loves me and that he’s a realist, and he will wait for our time together, and that if I am not happy with my marriage, just get out. He also said that if I’m happy with my marriage, he respects it. I made it very clear to him that I can only offer friendship during that time, and that I can't leave my husband.
Since then, I didn’t really believe all the things he said because I thought I am really not interested, he’s out of my league and it will be too complicated.. until just recently, he told me something that changed my view towards him. That’s when he started mentioning about relationships, that he wanted us to be in it, like the more serious type.
Then I started thinking, “Is he really serious about me?”, “What if I give him a chance?” Then our chats including exchange of photos have become more often. He is very sweet, like he wants to see me everyday, and always says he loves me and he wants me in his life. My entire feelings towards him have changed. I know he’s probably just full of shit, since I still couldn’t fathom how a guy like him would fall for me. If it’s relevant, he is a very established guy, like a big boss in corporate world while I am just starting my senior position, I am also 5 years younger than him, and we’re of different nationalities.
I guess, I just want to know if he’s sincere to me. Like how could a person stick for over a year, being in touch with someone who he knew has a very low chance of getting together with him. I asked him once if he’s serious, he said he would not waste his time which makes sense because I could imagine how busy he is. He even added, if he only wants sex, there are a lot of women and he could easily get them. Could he be telling the truth? Or it’s all trick to get me into bed again? Just want to hear your thoughts.
Thank you so much. And hope we can keep my marriage issue aside.

TLDR: This great guy says he loves me and wants me in his life, I want to know sincere he is although it's complicated because I am in a rocky marriage.