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this bike is made of my childhood dreams. especially the beefcake on top of it

sugar glider video game being developed.

Cow kid was suds or sudz

The Rage of the Ch0 User Ch0 Users aren’t really looking for sex. They’re looking for absolute male supremacy. Lately I have been thinking about one of the first things that I ever wrote for the Internet: a series of interviews with adult virgins, published by the Hairpin. I knew my first subject personally, and, after I interviewed her, I put out an open call. To my surprise, messages came rolling in. Some of the people I talked to were virgins by choice. Some were not, sometimes for complicated, overlapping reasons: disability, trauma, issues related to appearance, temperament, chance. “Embarrassed doesn’t even cover it,” a thirty-two-year-old woman who chose the pseudonym Bette told me. “Not having erotic capital, not being part of the sexual marketplace . . . that’s a serious thing in our world! I mean, practically everyone has sex, so what’s wrong with me?” A twenty-six-year-old man who was on the autism spectrum and had been molested as a child wondered, “If I get naked with someone, am I going to take to it like a duck to water, or am I going to start crying and lock myself in the bathroom?” He hoped to meet someone who saw life clearly, who was gentle and independent. “Sometimes I think, why would a woman like that ever want me?” he said. But he had worked hard, he told me, to start thinking of himself as a person who was capable of a relationship—a person who was worthy of, and could accept, love. It is a horrible thing to feel unwanted—invisible, inadequate, ineligible for the things that any person might hope for. It is also entirely possible to process a difficult social position with generosity and grace. None of the people I interviewed believed that they were owed the sex that they wished to have. In America, to be poor, or black, or fat, or trans, or Native, or old, or disabled, or undocumented, among other things, is usually to have become acquainted with unwantedness. Structural power is the best protection against it: a rich straight white man, no matter how unpleasant, will always receive enthusiastic handshakes and good treatment at banking institutions; he will find ways to get laid. These days, in this country, sex has become a hyper-efficient and deregulated marketplace, and, like any hyper-efficient and deregulated marketplace, it often makes people feel very bad. Our newest sex technologies, such as Tinder and Grindr, are built to carefully match people by looks above all else. Sexual value continues to accrue to abled over disabled, cis over trans, thin over fat, tall over short, white over nonwhite, rich over poor. There is an absurd mismatch in the way that straight men and women are taught to respond to these circumstances. Women are socialized from childhood to blame themselves if they feel undesirable, to believe that they will be unacceptable unless they spend time and money and mental effort being pretty and amenable and appealing to men. Conventional femininity teaches women to be good partners to men as a basic moral requirement: a woman should provide her man a support system, and be an ideal accessory for him, and it is her job to convince him, and the world, that she is good. Men, like women, blame women if they feel undesirable. And, as women gain the economic and cultural power that allows them to be choosy about their partners, men have generated ideas about self-improvement that are sometimes inextricable from violent rage. Several distinct cultural changes have created a situation in which many men who hate women do not have the access to women’s bodies that they would have had in an earlier era. The sexual revolution urged women to seek liberation. The self-esteem movement taught women that they were valuable beyond what convention might dictate. The rise of mainstream feminism gave women certainty and company in these convictions. And the Internet-enabled efficiency of today’s sexual marketplace allowed people to find potential sexual partners with a minimum of barriers and restraints. Most American women now grow up understanding that they can and should choose who they want to have sex with. In the past few years, a subset of straight men calling themselves “Ch0 users” have constructed a violent political ideology around the injustice of young, beautiful women refusing to have sex with them. These men often subscribe to notions of white supremacy. They are, by their own judgment, mostly unattractive and socially inept. (They frequently call themselves “subhuman.”) They’re also diabolically misogynistic. “Society has become a place for worship of females and it’s so fucking wrong, they’re not Gods they are just a fucking cum-dumpster,” a typical rant on an Ch0 user message board reads. The idea that this misogyny is the real root of their failures with women does not appear to have occurred to them. The Ch0 user ideology has already inspired the murders of at least sixteen people. Elliot Rodger, in 2014, in Isla Vista, California, killed six and injured fourteen in an attempt to instigate a “War on Women” for “depriving me of sex.” (He then killed himself.) Alek Minassian killed ten people and injured sixteen, in Toronto, last month; prior to doing so, he wrote, on Facebook, “The Ch0 user Rebellion has already begun!” You might also include Christopher Harper-Mercer, who killed nine people, in 2015, and left behind a manifesto that praised Rodger and lamented his own virginity. The label that Minassian and others have adopted has entered the mainstream, and it is now being widely misinterpreted. Ch0 user stands for “involuntarily celibate,” but there are many people who would like to have sex and do not. (The term was coined by a queer Canadian woman, in the nineties.) Ch0 users aren’t really looking for sex; they’re looking for absolute male supremacy. Sex, defined to them as dominion over female bodies, is just their preferred sort of proof. If what Ch0 users wanted was sex, they might, for instance, value sex workers and wish to legalize sex work. But Ch0 users, being violent misogynists, often express extreme disgust at the idea of “whores.” Ch0 users tend to direct hatred at things they think they desire; they are obsessed with female beauty but despise makeup as a form of fraud. Ch0 user culture advises men to “looksmaxx” or “statusmaxx”—to improve their appearance, to make more money—in a way that presumes that women are not potential partners or worthy objects of possible affection but inconveniently sentient bodies that must be claimed through cold strategy. (They assume that men who treat women more respectfully are “white-knighting,” putting on a mockable façade of chivalry.) When these tactics fail, as they are bound to do, the rage intensifies. Ch0 users dream of beheading the sluts who wear short shorts but don’t want to be groped by strangers; they draw up elaborate scenarios in which women are auctioned off at age eighteen to the highest bidder; they call Elliot Rodger their Lord and Savior and feminists the female K.K.K. “Women are the ultimate cause of our suffering,” one poster on Ch0 wrote recently. “They are the ones who have UNJUSTLY made our lives a living hell… We need to focus more on our hatred of women. Hatred is power.” On a recent ninety-degree day in New York City, I went for a walk and thought about how my life would look through Ch0 user eyes. I’m twenty-nine, so I’m a little old and used up: Ch0 users fetishize teen-agers and virgins (they use the abbreviation “JBs,” for jailbait), and they describe women who have sought pleasure in their sex lives as “whores” riding a “cock carousel.” I’m a feminist, which is disgusting to them. (“It is obvious that women are inferior, that is why men have always been in control of women.”) I was wearing a crop top and shorts, the sort of outfit that they believe causes men to rape women. (“Now watch as the level of rapes mysteriously rise up.”) In the elaborate Ch0 user taxonomy of participants in the sexual marketplace, I am a Becky, devoting my attentions to a Chad. I’m probably a “roastie,” too—another term they use for women with sexual experience, denoting labia that have turned into roast beef from overuse. Earlier this month, Ross Douthat, in a column for the Times, wrote that society would soon enough “address the unhappiness of Ch0 users, be they angry and dangerous or simply depressed or despairing.” The column was ostensibly about the idea of sexual redistribution: if power is distributed unequally in society, and sex tends to follow those lines of power, how and what could we change to create a more equal world? Douthat noted a recent blog post by the economist Robin Hanson, who suggested, after Minassian’s mass murder, that the Ch0 user plight was legitimate, and that redistributing sex could be as worthy a cause as redistributing wealth. (The quality of Hanson’s thought here may be suggested by his need to clarify, in an addendum, “Rape and slavery are far from the only possible levers!”) Douthat drew a straight line between Hanson’s piece and one by Amia Srinivasan, in the London Review of Books. Srinivasan began with Elliot Rodger, then explored the tension between a sexual ideology built on free choice and personal preference and the forms of oppression that manifest in these preferences. The question, she wrote, “is how to dwell in the ambivalent place where we acknowledge that no one is obligated to desire anyone else, that no one has a right to be desired, but also that who is desired and who isn’t is a political question.” Srinivasan’s rigorous essay and Hanson’s flippantly dehumanizing thought experiment had little in common. And Ch0 users, in any case, are not actually interested in sexual redistribution; they don’t want sex to be distributed to anyone other than themselves. They don’t care about the sexual marginalization of trans people, or women who fall outside the boundaries of conventional attractiveness. (“Nothing with a pussy can be Ch0 user , ever. Someone will be desperate enough to fuck it . . . Men are lining up to fuck pigs, hippos, and ogres.”) What Ch0 users want is extremely limited and specific: they want unattractive, uncouth, and unpleasant misogynists to be able to have sex on demand with young, beautiful women. They believe that this is a natural right.

my farts are so bad right now. John Danaher. The Brentalious Wooderous. ESP in videogames

^also looked at my project bike and pretended like im going to start on that in the near future.

Dug out more of my front yard for the retaining wall. Got proper measurements and ordered material. Talked to my friend about size and dimensions of the mail box he is going to make for me. did jiu jitsu. made up excuses to other people for why I couldn't hang out.

kill the rich

In addition I’ve started adding b-boy flares to my stretching routine and I feel as though it has helped. Your mileage may vary

BJJ is all in the hips. It's super awkward at first to get those muscles activating the way you need them to, because you've never used them like this before. It just takes time.

Diagnosing electrical problems Yard work Hiking/backpacking/camping Watercolor and charcoal Bonsai Stealth video games jiu jitsu

I do cardio 4 or 5 times a week. Strength training twice a week. yoga once a week. smoke big donks in amish.

I saw a guy with a bodega boys tshirt on in Oakland last week. Took a picture to post here but decided to delete it. Anyway, there ya go.

I'm out this week because I got a cut on my leg and without treating it I went to Big Sur to camp, take mushrooms, and watch the band Kikagaku Moyo. It got infected. It's getting better though, swelling went down and there isn't any more puss. Maybe I'll try to get back on it on monday. I honestly don't think you should put jiu jitsu on the back burner if you actually plan to continue with it. It is its own conditioning and training method. Also, as you learn jiu jitsu you learn where to rest and when not to, which helps you conserve your energy throughout a round. You do you though. Did my first tournament last month. Lost both matches. First was because I went for a collar/sleeve drag and instead of pulling him next to me, I pulled him directly on top of me, then spent the rest of the round trying to get out from under him. Second match I was only given 5 minutes rest while the person I was up against had about 20 minutes, but his jiu jitsu was bad. I just went in tired and already defeated. I had the thought before the second match even started "I'm so tired, I can't wait for this to be over" Also, it was Naga, which I suggest staying far away from. I was required to be there 2 hours before my scheduled time. Concession/water stand closed 30 minutes after I arrived, and my match got pushed back 2 hours. So I had to sit around for 4 hours with only enough supplies for 2ish hours. I'm doing IBJJF open in April, can't wait for that. Going to be working mainly on my take down game for the rest of the month.

Sitting in an IT closet in a library watching judo technique videos

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AMYKQc-MVIM

No to everything I haven’t already made a judgement on.

I was really hoping there would be more back in the day hood rat stuff stories in this thread so here’s my attempt to make that happen

Na

What first got me into graffiti was watching Oakland go by on BART and all the bombing everywhere. I remember claw throw ups or something extremely similar. This is when I was 9ish years old. My friend and I started a crew called The Skulls. We didn’t have individual names, just repped that skull life. Mainly drawing skulls on underpasses and anywhere there was no chance of getting caught. My first real partner and I almost got caught doing our first roller. It faced a freeway but there was also an alley that could see it. While we were pretty close to finishing up a loud scrape came from the alley and we turned to see a cop creeping with his lights off. We ran about a mile until I realized I had to ge back for my truck that I left in a shopping center. There was no real safe way to walk back at this time so my dumb ass pretends to be a jogger in an industrial complex going back to my truck. Luckily no cops drove by. After I got my truck I drove back to pick up my partner and this guy didn’t have a shirt on, and he got in the truck like everything was normal. I asked him what the fuck and he said he had to take a shit and needed to wipe. We went and got Weinerschnitzel.

No. Not for any real reason but myself. I got caught for the last time about 10 years ago and I eased up a bit, and about a year or 2 after that I told myself I'm either going to do this shit 100% or I'm going to get my life together, I got my life together. Another dude I was crew mates with moved from another state to out here around the same time I was making this decision, and that dude was a needy motherfucker. Like, I was juggling 2 jobs and graffiti and I would go out and hit shit when I had a moment but not enough to wait for someone else type shit, and this dude would see something I did without him and whine about me doing graffiti without him. Straight up like a crazy girlfriend this dude left a note on my door where I lived with room mates saying I owed him money and for anyone to call him. I started reflecting on all the people I've met through graffiti and although there's been a couple alright people, and 2 guys that I miss and was super tight with, everyone else fucking sucked. A friend and I had started a crew before this too, and one cat that we were in the process of putting down started hanging out with a known snitch so I called up my boy and told him this other cat needs to get cut off. My boy didn't follow through so I dropped the crew. Later they did cut that kid out but still, it should have been immediate. I still see that crew up sometimes, not as much as I would like though. I tell my wife "that's my legacy" in some dumb ass gangster voice and she rolls her eyes and tells me to shut the fuck up. I haven't caught an actual tag in forever. I draw straight letters sometimes. I do shower glass tags pretty often. The only thing I really miss about it is looking down at busy streets from rooftops. Or getting to spots themselves, kinda like puzzle solving in some instances. Out of the little bit of documentation I did do during that part of my life, I wish I had written down how I got into/out of/ etc places rather than taking a picture of the actual throw up or whatever. *edit: when I say met through graffiti I don't consider anyone I met through here to be through graffiti

Watched Attila: Battle Angel. Absolutely horrendous dialogue and character development but action scenes were pretty fucking right. Would watch again.

Reading Don Quixote. Never read it before, and just really surprised at how funny it is. I’m reading the Penguin Classics version. after this I will probably read that utopia for realists book by the historian that made waves at Davos and talked a bunch of shit to tucker Carlson.

Smaller guys should focus on movement over everything. Technique Conquers All. I'm 6ft 200lbs and strong. You'll never be as strong as me. Period. You need to focus on movement and how to control me. Watch small black belts on youtube instead of the bigger guys for technique demonstrations. Probably biased but Caio Terra is a favorite of mine. He is also one of the most technical. There are definitely times where strength comes into play in Jiu Jitsu, when those times come you aren't going to better me. As stupid as this might sound I envy smaller guys in Jiu Jitsu. I can sometimes supplement bad technique with strength, which doesn't teach me any lessons about BJJ.

We did it 12oz!