No such thing as a “real man”.
It’s just a social construct. It changes over time, it differs from country to country, from social group to social group. It’s super arbitrary.
All men are real men.
'All stand for Their Majesty, Ruler of the Seven Continents, Sovereign of the Three Moons, Protector of Freedom, Emperor Kĥalɨd, the fourth of this name!’
Fanfares resounded and all hundred forty-four Senators (what an unusual attendance!) rose from their seats as the Emperor entered the Senate Plenary Hall, followed by a dozen generals. Well, “crawled into” might have been a better word to describe it, but since that was the ordinary for their species, I guess just “entered” is fine. The point is, even though for humans it might have looked sluggish and repulsive, for mendrɨans the whole scene looked ultimately royal and dignified as fuck. The Sovereign Senate doesn’t invite the Emperor that often. Whatever is happening, is gonna be huge.
‘My dear Senators’, started the Emperor after reaching the podium, ‘this war is unwinnable’. There was a loud gasp. Even though they knew that the immense power of their Empire is nothing compared to what the invaders from Earth can unleash, they were still holding on to their hope. Does it mean there’s officially no hope anymore?
Kĥalɨd continued: ‘but if we don’t win it, our entire species will perish, our Beloved Planet and its Three Moons will be destroyed to pieces. So we cannot lose it. It’s unwinnable, but we have to win it.’
Their voice started shaking. ‘What the fuck do we do?’, they cried.
Today I realised how two completelly opposite techniques can be used together to manipulate people in a really consistent way. That’s what the Catholic Church (and religions in general) do: they make complex issues look simple, but they digress for ages about really simple stuff – overall turning the reality upside-down.
I need to rant.
I’ve had enough of Germany. I know, I know, it’s given me opportunities that I could never expect in my homeland of Poland, I’ve spent amazing three years here, I married the love of my life here... But now it’s not time for good stuff. Now it’s time for a complaint.
Here’s (some of) the reasons why I want to move out from this country.
– Morning! How was your weekend?
– Morning! Well, we went do Poland to visit my boyfriend’s family and we...
– Oh, so you have a boyfriend? That’s ok. You know, I have gay friends.
– Erm... OK... So what? I have gay friends too. And straight friends... What’s your point?
I’ve been to so many weddings in my lifetime! Yet only one of them was not in a church, and not a single one was same-sex or performed in Germany. My first one is gonna be my own.
And I’m kinda scared...
The concept of sin is scary for believers, but for non-believers – it’s just foolish. Sinful is not the same as wrong, evil and immoral. Why not?
Podchodzi do mnie starszy koleś w różowej sukieneczce i podaje mi do zmacania kawałek szmatki z garderoby trupa. Wierzy bowiem, że ten amulet oraz wymamrotane pod nosem zaklęcie sprawią, że dobre mzimu będzie mnie bardziej lubiło.
Ta sytuacja miała miejsce naprawdę, lecz większość świadków zapewne opisałaby to inaczej: katolicki arcybiskup usiłował mi pobłogosławić za pomocą relikwii drugiego stopnia św. Jana Pawła II.
W niedzielę byłem na Karneval der Kulturen, zajebistej imprezie z udziałem imigrantów z całego świata, w tym muzułmanów. Było świetnie! I całkowicie bezpiecznie.
Nie ma się czego bać, tchórze! Ja wiem, że sam do zbyt odważnych nie należę, ale przynajmniej boję się realnych zagrożeń. Za to prawicowe “samce alfa” srają w gacie ze strachu, że gdzieś w okolicy znajdzie się człowiek wierzący w inną bozię niż oni 😂
To those living in technologically advanced countries it might sound strange. But yes, here in Germany people do have a noticeable fear of PayPass.
I moved here two years ago and during that time I’ve witnessed a huge revolution in the field of payment methods. A revolution that is still way behind where Poland (Poland!) was already five years ago!
Ich liebe, wie die Deutschen nicht prüde sind, wenn es um Nacktheit geht. Sie haben sogar eine Dating-Show, wo man ein Date nur darauf basierend auswählt, wie es nackt aussieht – und es gibt fast keine Kontroverse deswegen. Sie haben die Nacktheit sogar zum eine Art der Kultur gebracht – es nennt sich zwar FKK, Freikörperkultur.
Ich habe es immer genossen, nackt zu sein, sei es mit anderen Leuten oder nicht. Und von dem, was ich gehört habe, für einem FKKler gibt es nur wenige (oder keine) besseren Länder zu leben als Deutschland. Aber trotzdem gibt es einige Dinge, die ich nicht mag...
I love how the Germans are non-prudish when it comes to nudity. They even have a dating show, where people choose their dates solely based on how they look naked – and it sparks next to no controversy at all. They’ve even created a kind of culture around being naked – that’s actually how they call it in German: FKK, Freikörperkultur, Free Body Culture.
I’ve always enjoyed being naked, be it with other people or not. And from what I’ve heard, for a nudist there are very few (or no) better countries to live than Germany. But still, there are some things that annoy me about it...
Ludzie zdają się mieć jakiś dziwny przełącznik w głowie, który aktywuje im się, gdy tylko słyszą słowo “ISLAM”. Wtedy wyłącza im się racjonalne myślenie, a zostaje tylko głupi strach.