naphtha

main reason: russians really like to use telegram, including for trading. if it aint broke dont fix it

yeah i did, not sure if he was referring to me or other similar mail providers (like https://pissmail.com/)

sirs please donate sirs

based

ty for the shoutout <3

probably better

send me 10k and i'll tell you

yeah i think that's just something that hasn't been implemented yet

i think it was mainly created for people visiting stackoverflow from search engine results

there is a libreddit/invidious/proxitok style stackoverflow proxy project:

https://code.whatever.social/

https://github.com/httpjamesm/AnonymousOverflow

it's available in libredirect, which shows a useful list of instances and which ones use cloudflare

iirc it is possible it just takes some m[a/e]th

https://monero.town/c/charity

https://monero.town/c/charity

how much do they pay you?

You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.

All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.

Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably male.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.