At least cats never wear drag, come over with a revolting limp-wrist, camp it up and wear drag, drink the ponciest cocktails they can find and smoke menthol lights of that weird long thin configuration.
How is that fish vs mammal thing a mnemonic? its just easy to remember without relying on a grammattical or verbal pattern. And cetaceans etc. are feck all like fish. Fish aren't nearly as tasty chopped up, pickled in salty brine and served in tin cans
(I wouldn't, I really wouldn't. I eat meat, yes, but because of necessity, and I don't eat the highest animals most likely to be sentient either, such as cetaceans, great apes (unless you count one of my ex-girfriends, an NT, but she was more of a not-so-great ape, and one that my (younger of the two) former fiancees rescued me from. Or kidnapped me and stole me from depending on the viewpoint, whilst I don't APPLY the principle to others, in that case I class consent given considerably later after the fact as consent enough. In that particular individual instance only, and do bear in mind also that the person I am implying the ex-post-trachea-licko consent GIVEN by myself rather than 'taken from' another. So I'm free to do that applied to my own body and mind as much as I like. And despite the..rather violent introduction by any estimation of the circumstances, it was....a beneficial kidnapping-assault. And I'd have her do it again any and indeed every day had I the opportunity. But the one she pretty much press-ganged me into service consent or otherwise (and I fully believe that the girl in question would, quite honestly if anything have treated any consent on my part as a handy afterthought for getting away with what she planned on doing without legal trouble. She'd have done it anyway probably and her answer to 'no' would just have been to throw me into the tree again, and as many times as it took for me to either change my answer or otherwise pass out unconscious. I prefer the going straight to 'yeah, I'm not going to report you, for what you did, actually will you marry me?' that way I get contact details and an engagement, with the hope of marriage for me and her both rather than just a sexual assault. She couldn't very well have done so a second time if we couldn't get hold of each other again after she'd done the deed if I'd been KO'ed by her using that tree any harder or more frequently. Being conscious had the advantage of being able to get her phone number and give her mine. Unless she had left a calling card on my concussed autie-tongue-choked self, and she could save me from the monster that was the girl I was basically only with anymore because I didn't want to rip up her feelings too badly ( I was a fair bit younger, about 19 at the time going 20 or so when I got caught by the younger ex fiancee) the former gf before her, she was just fucking....god I could not bear the sight of her even. I dreaded going to see her, it was an obligation then, never a pleasure for a moment until it came to 'right, bye' and my feeing 'thank fucking christ thats at an end'
Since then, never again with an NT has it been. And thats not because I have anything against them as people, we just aren't compatible as relationship partners, tolerance is about the most that mutually is likely to happen. And merely not disliking somebody doesn't in my book cut much ice when it comes to a firm foundation to build a relationship on.
A borderline tongue-based rape by a gorgeous LFA/kanner's girl who doesn't give two shits unless she's sat on the toilet bowl, on the other hand, now that is another matter. That was and doubtless will forever be, a very special girl,. with the cutest line in stimmy I've ever seen. She, she was true love from that very first pre-introduction 'you are fucking well claimed, now what is your name' choke. Oh my I can't keep thinking about it, too special a moment and too wonderful a woman. for her not to start sticking in the forefront of my brain every time I even think of her, let alone her no-holds-barred introduction, if introduction is the right word to use about what she did at all, until I prompted one out of her. (well I HAD to know who she was, somebody that fucking intoxicating, who just walked on over, shoving people out of the way, kicking one guy out fhe way unti waking up to and taking me, somebody so ...intoxicating, its the only word for what by former fiancee is.
Random, but probably not useful, to anybody other than somebody getting to know her for the first time. but in any case, her style is rather..forward, and leaves very litte indeed to need an explanation. She's a force of nature is cazzie, as un-alterable and implacable as the strong nuclear binding force, as hot as the temperatures needed to unify electromanetic and weak nuclear binding forces in atomic nuclei to a hypothesized primordial electroweak unified single force and with a pull thats as fast as gravitic interactions only orders of magnitude stronger, hell she makes the strong nuclear force look like a wet dishrag with a couple of kiddie's toy iron horseshoe magnets wrapped in it in comparison. Because fucking hell she has bound me to her, and she did it in a fraction of a second. Permanently. And that hold has never, ever weakened. Even after decades apart, missing her. Physicists are searching for a fifth fundamental natural force. Well I found it. Or rather the 'it', is a 'she' and the 'she', cazzy found me first. By the neck and the back of my head into a tree.
And fucking bugger me, I'd turn down a nobel prize for her back. I actually would melt it down for the gold to cast a wedding ring matched pair in if I could, and be her property once again, as I should be. As I was BORN to be.
