I can't enjoy yuri because my brain reminds me they can't make a baby and that real life lesbians have the highest rate of domestic abuse.
I appreciate its existence, and understand those that enjoy it, but it makes me sad in an irrational way.
I feel like this kind of comedy is going to be painfully common over the next two decades. The world shrinks in wealth and population, and so happiness must be found in the crevices of the hole you find yourself in.
A bit of a note, strawberries of that size and supposed sweetness would not occur until a Spaniard(iirc) made a chance crossbreed between a cultivated European strain and some fostered New World species.
Feels weird for him to flip from sadism to emotionally dependent. Like the system is rigging his affections.
Did she break things by spamming the pencil gift?
Always a treat to see this. Much the same vibes as BLAME! and that authors other meandering works. 'What' 'why' and 'how' are all sidestepped by an overwhelming need to survive the moment or reach the next destination. The very moments of an apocalypse, as the setting digests itself, and the...
She's being an asshole to individuals. Lon is being negligent to her race.
It's like that car jacker that found a baby in the back seat, with the windows up, in summer. Guy drove the stolen vehicle back to drop off the baby and chastise the mother.
Two different scales of wrong.