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The period of the shows run-time from October 11th, 1969 until "sometime in 1974" perfectly corresponds to the period beginning with the last confirmed murder committed by the Zodiac Killer of Paul Stine on Saturday, October 11th, 1969 until he stopped taunting police and the public by mail "sometime in 1974," with his last confirmed taunt letter receive on January 29th, 1974, and three letters of questionable authorship arriving in February, May and July of that year. (The only later taunt ever received, in 1978, was a hoax).
The break-down of Zodiac's confirmed victims, by sex, is 4 men and 3 women. Other than Wally, there are 4 male characters and 3 female characters. Zodiac's stated reason for murdering his victims was that he wanted "slaves in Paradice." (his misspelling, not mine). It doesn't take a genius to see that when this thing takes a turn for the dark-side, Wally will be the owner of the 7 Neighbors, and may want one more final slave ("you.")
"Mail-in-Time Day" is an allusion to Zodiac's preference for mailing taunt letters to the police and newspapers for years after the murders (again, a period that perfectly corresponds with the shows run-time).
The Question/Answerer is going to be Wally, as a stand in for Zodiac.
Zodiac's taunts were essentially a real-life, over 4 year long horror ARG, filled with clue drops, cryptograms and cryptic bs straight out of an ARG. People are still intensely fascinated by the crimes and the taunting behavior decades later.
Me-thinks the Clown decided he wanted to package Zodiac's crimes, taunts and screwed up headspace with Children's Television Workshop/Jim Henson Studios/Sesame Street and see if he could extract some awesome from the combo.

O’Grady had an eight-year residency at the famous London gay club as the inimitable Lily Savage, his catty drag persona with sky-high boots and towering blonde hair.
He was on stage in full drag the evening of 24 January, 1987, when a troop of 35 policemen raided the venue and carted customers into waiting vans outside. It being the height of the AIDS crisis, they wore rubber gloves to ensure they didn’t touch those they arrested. O’Grady recalled the raid in 2021, as he commented on a Royal Vauxhall Tavern Instagram post.
“It was 34 years ago when the cops raided the Vauxhall,” he wrote. “I was doing the late show and within seconds the place was heaving with coppers, all wearing rubber gloves. I remember saying something like, ‘Well well, it looks like we’ve got help with the washing up.’
“I was in quite a few police raids all over the country at the time. I was beginning to think it was me – in fact the South London Press in an extremely homophobic article called Lily ‘a lascivious act’ which I was very proud of.”
Lily Savage’s role in the “rubber gloves raid” became legendary, from her quick-thinking wit when the police stormed the stage to her flippant attitude after she was arrested.
When ordered to give a name to the desk sergeant, she told him simply: “Lily Savage”. The officer pressed for a ‘real’ name. “Lily Veronica Mae Savage,” came the reply.
Read more: https://www.thepinknews.com/2023/03/29/royal-vauxhall-tavern-lily-savage-police-raid-paul-o-grady/

My (18M) boss (48M) called me into his office today. I was immediately nervous, because he is very handsome and I’m a gay virgin. Gulping and steeling my resolve I manage to knock twice at his door. “Come in,” his deep, sonorous voice called through the hard oak. I almost fainted. Trembling slightly I push past the door and take a tentative step onto the office carpet. Oh my god. I see him there, standing beside his hard mahogany desk. And I couldn’t help but stare at the outline of his magnificent package bulging through his tailored Italian suit pants. Beginning to sweat I approach this GOD, how am I worthy to breathe the same air as this man? He said, “OP, please take a seat here,” gesturing towards the empty chair in front of his desk, pine upholstered in leather. Dying, I recline. Father have mercy. My boss takes me through the latest work, but I don’t take anything in. I am aroused to the point of ecstasy. Nodding, I say “thank you boss”. But I mean “fuck me daddy”. He points out some things I could do differently on some files, then indicates that the meeting has come to a close. I leave, with a growing wet patch barely showing through my dark suit pants.
Do you think he noticed? I’m scared I’m going to get fired. Please help 😭

For as little as I talk about my sex life I sure get invited to a lot of swingers “dinners” like today. Damn I was excited to get the invite for dinner. This guy Moto Moto!! But there is a catch. His beautiful GF will be there. I thought he was talking about a puppy lol I didn’t know he had a gf. But shit if she wasn’t as hot as him. I’m single I can do what I want and at least this guy is 100% up front with me and ya know what? Why the fuck not!!! NOW why I’m really here…….Reddit is a sham. My ridiculous, self absorbed piece of trash garbage dicked ex , let’s call him Ben. is all over this site with 100’s of profiles with his “wife GF SO partner gay bro trans cis bottom” lmao he says he is autistic and dyslexic and gay bi trans depressed forever alone suicidal loyal empathetic, schizophrenic, bipolar, BPD, high on mushrooms, bdsm and I’m sure many many many more. And sure with his 450,000 multiple personality disorders he probably has most of those but he also loves gaming Syfy crypto Legos, Star Wars transgender’s BBW anything gay, rape, fantasies, hentai anexity anything that has to do with hating women because he does because of his mother and anything you tell him he has or will become. Whatever you are. He is. He is everyones twinflame. Everyone’s soulmate he says he is M(24) all the time on here.he sells his hot 🤢wife’s ass to anybody on here🎥🎬. Careful she has herpes. He is 46 lives at home with his mom and dad who are perfectly healthy and can take care of themselves way better than this junkie of methamphetamine and alcoholic, hard-core alcoholic, porn, addicted, hooker, addicted, sex addicted, video game, addicted, gambling addicted, lying addicted, thief, addicted, and when I say porn, I mean he cannot stop watching it. He cannot stop making it as shitty and stupid as it is he pulls people off of tinder Facebook, dating grinder and any of my friends or exes. He could find that will fall over with their butt holes in the air. He filmed them without their knowledge and put it on the Internet and makes money off of us, without our knowledge or permission. I caught him in the act because his girlfriend was catching a live stream and started posting on Reddit about it about him, complementing me and her telling him you don’t have to complement her. You don’t have to flatter her……She lets call her Tina,is just a big of a pig as he is she’s at home masturbating to her boyfriend having sex with me, what a fucking sicko. What the fuck is wrong with you I grew up with you you nasty cow you’re fucked in the head and I hope you’re miserable every day. I hope you stay as miserable as you are today because I know that you know that you’re disgusting and filthy And it’s because somebody fucked with you and you can’t let it go you can’t get help enough that’s how fucked up you are that you continue to put it on other people and I know that U2 go below 18 you’re filthy you’re disgusting you’re both pigs and you will get caught Because there’s people watching you know how do you like that did you ask to be watched no the fuck you did not. Did you ask to be filmed? No the fuck you did not. Did you ask to be recorded? No the fuck you did not, but guess who doesn’t care the motherfucking FBI U2 idiots have ruined Reddit I’m out
PS. SUE ME IF IM WRONG

Platform(s): PC/Windows.
Genre: I'm not sure but it was a top-down game.
Estimated year of release: 2000 or late 90s, maybe.
Graphics/art style: Green background (grass) and a small (red?) truck/car. Very similar to the layout (not the colors) of Digging Jim or Bomberman.
Notable characters: That tiny truck or car that I vaguely remember.
Notable gameplay mechanics: I believe it was something similar to Digging Jim. The vehicle would only move up/down and left/right on/through the grass collecting things. If I remember correctly, one of the things it should collect was fuel cans otherwise it would run out of fuel.
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Edit: I think I remember that the car would place time bombs (and possibly other types of bombs) to blow up walls or other barriers. That's unless I'm thinking of the wrong game here. Sorry, it's too hard to remember.

Hello I'm a 21 year old trans woman and it's hit me that I know basically nothing about LGBTQ+ history. I was never taught anything about gay history in school and I want to be informed. Recently I've started transgender history by Susan Stryker but I want to know more. What are some actually informative books about gay history I should read?

So basically I am planning on coming out to my mother as bisexual and a femboy.
Bit of backstory, I wanted to buy a necklace and she said that it looked gay and asked me if I was, to which I said no. Cause it was on the car ride to school. Then she said that she wouldn’t have a problem with me being gay or anything like that and if I was I should tell her.
So that’s what I am going to do.
But I have 0 clue how I am going to explain being a Femboy. Can anyone give me advice on that?
Thanks in advance :3

Im F32. Partner M30. my relationship has been pretty rock solid until a week and a half ago when I seen that he had messaged his daughters kinder teacher telling her that he was almost done with me. This was simply because he said he needed a massage as his neck was sore. He felt as though I cracked it and wouldn’t let him. I did not do either of those. I actually laughed and made a joke at the end saying we’ll get some oils and massage one another. Anyway, we’ve been off since then. Last night I had this feeling he was hiding something from me but he kept saying no. I didn’t want to go through his phone but my curiosity got the better of me and I did just that. What I found was that he is on this, REDDIT, and has been uploading pics of his dick and bum and videos of him getting himself off. These were uploaded to bi or gay pages, one of which is a hook up page and hes been working back a bit lately. When I tried to talk to him about it today he told me he doesn’t have the app on his phone, so to make me feel crazy. I didn’t back down but then he tried to convince me by re-downloading it and conveniently couldn’t get in. I said he had posted stuff 11/12 days ago of his dick. He’s sweating black and blue that they’re all old and that it’s not him posting, someone has taken his photos and videos and is pretending to be him. I don’t believe this at all. Mainly because one of the last photos that was posted was off his dick with our bathroom mat on the floor. I know this isn’t old because the bathroom mat hasn’t been wrecked for all that long. I’ve only spoken to one of my friends and she says that it’s red flags and I should leave. My issue is that we have a baby together. I really don’t know what to do. Is it possible someone has taken over his account? Because there were heaps of messages between him and guys on there and he still denies it’s him. I’m at such a loss.

Im typing this at almost 2am on a phone so whatever standards ya have lower them to the fuckin floor. This shit's gonna be all over the place. No this isn't feel pity me or "im not like other girls" i just need to get all this shit off my chest.
The night before i turned 12 my mom had told me i could grt whateber haircut i wanted and she'd let me. This meant the world to me, i absolutely hated(and still do) having long hair. I had really long thick hair with natural highlights and it went way past my shoulders before i got it cut. Ever since i was little i remember constantly getting told that people paid hundreds to have it, i couldn't give a shit less and still couldn't, so, i got the levi ackerman haircut with a side part- the only time i had short hair before this was when i was a baby and it was growing. I was so excited, i felt so happy and proud because i was finally able to somewhat express myself. I was mainly excited to see what my papa thought/said though, he never told me happy birthday because he couldn't, like, he was too sick and physically hurt too. It hurt, but i understood. The day after my birthday aka the day after my haircut he passed away. I didn't get to talk to him or even say anything for about a week or more prior. That was last year, my birthday is coming up. Im not sure how to feel. I was excited to see what he had to say since he is/was rhe only positive male rolemodel in my life, he was like my father figure since my actaul dad is a peice of shit that should've left a long time ago but sticks around like a fucking leech or parasite. I've always been the bud of the jokes in my family since as long as i could remember, immediate and extended on both sides. I remember getting made fun of for being ,fat" when i was a toddler and it never stopped and still hasn't, in kindgergarten i developed a eating disorder that im still trying to get over. My family loves to say family is important yet the second one of the family members gets out of earshot they immediately start talking shit about them until they come back. When we got the call my papa passed we headed over to say our goodbyes, everyone complimenred my hair and we(me and my brothers) were trying to lighten the mood. We came back a little over a month later and my aunt and her kids were there. My cousin kept talking to me about my hair, they said "uncle (name) said you were probably gay" or "grandma says you look like a boy" and many other things along those lines, including thise exact things. What the fuck? I literally just got a haircut. My sexuality is and none of their fucking business. Especially not because of a haircut. I'll admit, im queer, that still doesn't make it ok for them to talk about me or anyone like that ever. They, and my own immediate family, are literally the reason i was only excited for my papa to see it
I remember being told if my papa had a favorite grandkid it was me. He bought me my first real bike, got me my first real fishing pole, taught me how to use those long stick styled knife sharpeners from when he owned a butcher shop, and sooo many other things i can list. You know those boxes of Raspberry filled powder donuts? He'd get those and give me one or two(at dif times obviously) and tell me to keep it a secret since it'd sometimes be before dinner. I remember he used to babysit me when i was little. I remember everything we did together, how on Saturday's he'd cook breakfast and save me a peice of crispy bacon and watch cartoons with me, how on a couple occasions i put face paint on him, another couple occasions i did his hair, and sooo sooo much more. In summer we did yard work, winter we helped put up christmas decorations(he loved to go all out and we accidentally started a little bit of a contest for a few years with the neighbors), and later in the summer we'd have(and still have) beach family reunions for four days at the campsite we've stayed at for years. And for my 10th birthday he got me my own box of Raspberry filled powder donuts, which i had to wrestle out of my brothers' and cousins' hands on a few occasions, all the same day. Now every now and then my uncle and/or gramma get me my own box.
I really miss my papa. All the great memories we had and made. I wish i could tell him about all the new things in my life since he passed since so much has changed. I got a puppy since she was rescued, my other dog is taller then me when she's on back legs, im going to a new school, i have great grades and got into leadership, im starting track, and so many other little things like the recipes I've tried/or made that i know he'd love, I've gotten counseling, and all the really stipid and funny things i do at school. All because he's the only one who'd every actaully tell me he was proud of me, the only one who was actaully excited and happy for and with me. Like yeah other people would get happy and excited too, but at the same time it feels like it's something they expected and it was just a fake. And the only other time i get told someone's proud of me is whenever it's a joking type of mood, all i want is for someone to tell me they're proud of me and it not be fake. My papa made a very specific type of potato salad, I've never had anything like it and nothing better then it. He said his secret was cream cheese and love, along with whatever else he had put in it that you wouldn't typically put in potato salad. I used to get huge servings of it and would always go back for more. My uncle and gramma have tried to remake it on a few occasions, i either mever ate it or ate a small amount. Everyone agreed it was different even though they'd followed the exact recipe. I miss it as stupid as it may sound.
I haven't cried about his passing but as i right this i feel like i might cry, or sneeze, i cant really tell yet they feel the same to me when the come on lol. I know this was a lot and i doubt anyone actaully read it all, but if you did thank you.

Hi Reddit,
I’ve been wanting to talk to some complete strangers about the situation I’m in.
Exactly one year ago, I met my boyfriend. We fell madly in love with each other, he just came out of a 14 year marriage - which should have been a warning maybe. Three months into us seeing each other (to be fair, it wasn’t defined yet, no label yet, but we were seeing each other couple times a week, madly in love) he met a guy in a bar, kissed, exchanged numbers and texted for a while. I found out after a while and it completely broke my trust, it hurt me, because it was in the midst of us being madly in love with each other.
Throughout the year, this event has been shadowed over us, because I never completely trusted him anymore. I caught myself turning into a person that I didn't like. Being jealous, being suspicious, being mean to him because I didn't trust him, because I was still in pain.
Now, exactly one year later, I found out that he has been texting with several guys. One guy in particular hurt me, because I’ve been seeing his text coming in and when I saw them meeting each other at a party, I felt there was something going on between them, I asked him back then, and his reaction was super aggressive. “Why are you sabotaging our relationship with these thoughts?” I tried to explain that he’s creating an environment where I cannot expressive my feelings, that if I feel a certain way, I need to express that or say that.
Now I found out they’ve been texting for over a span of three months. I found on in a very ugly way; when I had his phone in my hands, I just went to the WhatsApp and checked the messages. It was ugly, but I had to know.
Since then he’s been going through hell, saying he’s embarrassed, saying it’s also a ‘relief’, since now he can be completely honest, that he is admitting he has a problem and needs therapy. From now on: ‘no more lies’. This, until I asked about the specifics about this online-flirt, and I realised he kept lying. When I asked to show me the chats, he didn’t want to, I said I needed complete transparency, to be freed from lies. I threatened to block him if he wouldn’t send them. So he did, but he clearly deleted certain parts of the conversation, still hiding things from me. Apparently he said things this bad, that he still couldn’t be honest. I still feel we had a chance before this, because he seemed genuine to be honest from now on. But now, it felt like the final nail in the coffin.
What do you think? Am I overreacting? Shouldn’t I have asked for the screenshots in the end, forcing him to send them? Am I making big things out of an online thing, which is just a fantasy? He kept making me belief that this is normal for 'gays', to flirt online, or for his generation (10 years older than I am)
What would your reaction in this situation have been? Have you been through something similar? Is this betrayal?

I'm a 35 year old MOSTLY gay man; pretty much only been with men with the exception of a few girlfriends back in HS and college when I was still questioning. I'm of Levantine heritage, no family history of any major diseases but full disclosure, my grandfathers on both sides of my family did die from alcoholism. I am a multiple degree-holding professional.
What I am looking for is an individual or young-ish healthy couple who is looking to conceive that I can remain on friendly terms with. I previously performed closed-donations in order to help pay for graduate school ~10 years ago, but I'm currently looking for something more "concrete" in that not only am I requesting to perform the insemination, but I'd also like to see the "fruits of my labor" in that we hang out maybe once a month so I can see you "grow", and possibly be present at the birth. After that, I am not looking for an active role direct role because for all intents and purposes they are now your child. I can be introduced as "Uncle" if you'd like me to still be involved somehow, but I only ask that I receive a picture every year on their birthday.

I'm a 35 year old MOSTLY gay man; pretty much only been with men with the exception of a few girlfriends back in HS and college when I was still questioning. I'm of Levantine heritage, no family history of any major diseases but full disclosure, my grandfathers on both sides of my family did die from alcoholism. I am a multiple degree-holding professional.
What I am looking for is an individual or young-ish healthy couple who is looking to conceive that I can remain on friendly terms with. I previously performed closed-donations in order to help pay for graduate school ~10 years ago, but I'm currently looking for something more "concrete" in that not only am I requesting to perform the insemination, but I'd also like to see the "fruits of my labor" in that we hang out maybe once a month so I can see you "grow", and possibly be present at the birth. After that, I am not looking for an active role direct role because for all intents and purposes they are now your child. I can be introduced as "Uncle" if you'd like me to still be involved somehow, but I only ask that I receive a picture every year on their birthday.

So, I just remembered this webtoon I was super invested in. From what I can remember, it was a boy love that took place in college. It was mostly about this rich(not super sure), Edgy, gay dude who lived with his friend who was a super homemaker type in their apartment. Anyway, this gay dude fell in love with this straight guy with a decently toned body and red hair, major Himbo type. And the 3 of them plus a girl would meet up in the library to study. Let me know if any extra details are needed I can try to remember a bit more.

Did we know Collin was gay before the latest episode? I thought he was closeted before “Alright, you convinced me. I’ll have sex with Zava.” Anyone know?

First-time poster here. So relieved to find you guys! My head is a mess, any advice would be amazing.
I'm 37, married to a guy, we have a son. Been together 10 years. My marriage has been fine but fundamentally lacking *something* for a while now. Last year I met a woman and it felt like something cracked open inside me and everything made sense. It's impossible (she is gay but she's married and works at son's preschool) but every time I'm around her it's just.... chemistry. I've never sparked with anyone like this in my life. For months I feel like we've been skirting round each other, lighting up when we see each other, trying to keep conversations going as long as pos. It might all be in my head, I don't think so, but you can never really know. I know I need to let this go. But the thought of walking away from that feeling is like, I don't know, like I can't breathe. Those of you who have fallen for impossible catalysts - how did you move on? Where do I go from here?
Part of me wants to leave, knows this is about more than her. But my son is happy, his dad is a good father, he has security. I earn a lot less, have no family and would struggle to offer him that security on my own. And in the back of my mind is, what if I walked and it was a mistake? What if it's just her and I'm just a straight woman with a crush? I feel like I'm going mad.

Hi Reddit,
I’ve been wanting to talk to some complete strangers about the situation I’m in.
Exactly one year ago, I met my boyfriend. We fell madly in love with each other, he just came out of a 14 year marriage - which should have been a warning maybe. Three months into us seeing each other (to be fair, it wasn’t defined yet, no label yet, but we were seeing each other couple times a week, madly in love) he met a guy in a bar, kissed, exchanged numbers and texted for a while. I found out after a while and it completely broke my trust, it hurt me, because it was in the midst of us being madly in love with each other.
Throughout the year, this event has been shadowed over us, because I never completely trusted him anymore. I caught myself turning into a person that I didn't like. Being jealous, being suspicious, being mean to him because I didn't trust him, because I was still in pain.
Now, exactly one year later, I found out that he has been texting with several guys. One guy in particular hurt me, because I’ve been seeing his text coming in and when I saw them meeting each other at a party, I felt there was something going on between them, I asked him back then, and his reaction was super aggressive. “Why are you sabotaging our relationship with these thoughts?” I tried to explain that he’s creating an environment where I cannot expressive my feelings, that if I feel a certain way, I need to express that or say that.
Now I found out they’ve been texting for over a span of three months. I found on in a very ugly way; when I had his phone in my hands, I just went to the WhatsApp and checked the messages. It was ugly, but I had to know.
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Since then he’s been going through hell, saying he’s embarrassed, saying it’s also a ‘relief’, since now he can be completely honest, that he is admitting he has a problem and needs therapy. From now on: ‘no more lies’. This, until I asked about the specifics about this online-flirt, and I realised he kept lying. When I asked to show me the chats, he didn’t want to, I said I needed complete transparency, to be freed from lies. I threatened to block him if he wouldn’t send them. So he did, but he clearly deleted certain parts of the conversation, still hiding things from me. Apparently he said things this bad, that he still couldn’t be honest. I still feel we had a chance before this, because he seemed genuine to be honest from now on. But now, it felt like the final nail in the coffin.
What do you think? Am I overreacting? Shouldn’t I have asked for the screenshots in the end, forcing him to send them? Am I making big things out of an online thing, which is just a fantasy? He kept making me belief that this is normal for 'gays', to flirt online, or for his generation (10 years older than I am)
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What would your reaction in this situation have been? Have you been through something similar? Is this betrayal?

TLDR: just faced some depressing things
20M I'm on my second year in university. In these two years my life changed a lot. As I entered uni I decided to change myself, be more social, have more friends. It was easy at first, I found some friends, was successful at studying and these changes felt so good. I even found a gf (I had relationship at school but it ended traumatizing so I was happy to start something healthy in this way). And after that everything became awful. Last year of my life was an agony. I found out that one of my university friends was into my gf and she chose him. Never thought I lose a friend and a gf in one day. It was hard af. Then I knew he treatened her and broke up one day. She felt awful and I wanted to at least be a good friend and help her to suffer a little less at least. I told her about my feelings and she said we can try again. What a mistake. We talked much less and I felt like she doesn't need me. Because of that I avoided her more and more. I didn't attend lectures, spend time mostly at home, felt really bad. One day I decided to enter our local board game community and met an amazing girl. I felt bad that day so I told her about my problems. She told me about her ones and we spend a lot of time together. All developed fast and, as I was afraid of one more relationship, I quitted again. I'm still not sure about quitting it, but that's done already so one more broken heart here. Gross. And yesterday it seems like I lost the last person who helped me to get through all of that. I have a best friend, we've been together from our first day in university. He always helped me to get through my stuff and I tried to help him too. He gave me pushes whenever I needed, so at least I didn't have much problem with studying. But now I'm going to be expelled from university cause of bad marks and whatever. I always shared my feelings with him, sometimes it seemed to be romantic in some way. I knew he isn't gay, my country is homophobic af. So I didn't bother him with that. But I really afraid of being expelled and I'm literally panicking these days, so I told him too much I guess. Expelling for me is the end. I'll come back home, won't have the life I had here (except relationships I'm in love with the city where I study and live rn) , won't have such a good friend. So my friend told me he won't talk to me anymore because I ticked him off with my constant sadness and depression. Fair enough, he was listening to it for a year, but now I feel really lonely. I'm fighting to stay in university but I lost everything and everyone who I loved and appreciated. idk should I even try to stay here, never felt SO alone

I'm currently 22, 23 in a week, and a little while ago I was gifted a shooter of Jim Beam Bourbon. I don't like alcohol, not the taste nor the smell, but this tiny bottle has been sitting in my room and I figured it was time to do something with it.
So here's the question: What's a simple drink with bourbon that doesn't taste like alcohol?I don't have other liquors to mix with but I have a couple soft drinks, grenadine(for baking mostly), lemon juice. Things that I've seen in drink recipes so far, if you think of a drink with an ingredient not on the list but common in households, drinking or not, feel free to suggest it and I'll see if I have the ingredient.
Thanks for your help!
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TL;DR: What's a bourbon recipe that doesn't taste like alcohol with ingredients from a non-drinker household?

I have desired multiple, consensual relationships since I was old enough to want a relationship beyond friendship. However, I find it hard a lot of the time. I am autistic, intersex, and trans. I also live with well managed mental illness. I find I'm often fetishized or tokenized. For me this is done more often by afab people than amab people. I find I am more accepted by the gay, bi, and pan men, amab, and masc people in the poly community than others. It hurts, I don’t want to feel unsafe, but I often do. I am pansexual and I love the men, amab, and masc people I meet, but I really want to be able to connect with afab people, women, and fem people too. Yet, I'm often met with rejection on the basis of my anatomy and this is from bi and pan fem and afab people and women. Or worse I'm treated like a fun, curious object, they want me because I'm different not for me as a person. It's just frustrating and I needed to vent.