Yeah, that whole documentary about them I saw 6 months ago was like something that blew my mind. That's how I remember them. Just peaceful people chanting in public with their veils and what not. I'm fascinated by how there's a temple near you of them! Some of them kept faith and continue their dedication to whatever they dedicate themselves to? I remember a loooong time ago when I was 12 I said to my mother in a heated argument, "I'm going to run away and join the Krishna people from the mall!" She won the argument (because age and wisdom) but I gave her a run for her money because she saw the same movie I did by John Waters.
They were so sinister, but back in the 80s they were just randos. There's a documentary out there about their cult. Really weird, from my perspective, because when I was like 9 years old, I thought it might be nice to be like them at the airport runnning around with a tambourine. I'm so glad I wasn't. Anyway, look it up and read about them. Then, question everything. The Krishna people, in a nutshell, were worshipping a huge drug lord and it was a mafia, that brainwashed them. Back in the 80s, and even 70s, they were just hippy dippy people. John Waters even made a film about how the daughter wanted to run away from the mother to join the Krishna people. Hare, hare krishna!
some people aren't, and they like the taboo feel. really, don't try to educate me. I know all about it. Try, instead, to be less blah. We're not talking about "some people" we're talking about men who are really into their penises. Your public service announcement, while making me yawn, also makes me think that you're really not paying attention to what I'm talking about at all! These people I'm talking about are not gay, or questioning, or curious, or obsessed over their sexual orientations. They're heterosexual. Heterosexual men enjoy their own penises. Your "intervention" is kind of stupid and uncalled for here. I'll gladly talk to you about gay rights or whatever, but this is not the place. Biologically, I'm explaining, being a man and having a penis, you basically have an easy target to get some dopamine. We are formed this way. More women might like to chime in on this conversation. Are they getting easy dopamine hits off their clits? Were they raised to do this by their parents? No. Women are still subjected to shaming for sexual pleasure. Men, on the other hand, are encouraged to be aware of their pleasure organs. I really wish I could delete your bullshit comment. It has nothing to do with what I'm talking about.
I'm totally being serious and not trolling. I don't get this whole "the wife" stuff. Where's the "the husband" stuff. Where's the memes about "put a diagram up for the husband for X?" memes? Obviously, Lemmy is husband-dominated, not much coming from the wives. And where are the wives teaching their husbands about gaming? My mom was a huge gamer. If she weren't dead, she could have made up a meme about teaching my dad about gaming. My dad was a huge gaming idiot. Stop being such I don't know... unimaginative. I just really wish I could reply with a meme about adults who were children lacking in imagination. I mean really, don't you even have an imagination now? Probably not. Which means, the inevitable thing I might say about your intelligence...
Me, as the wife, would be distracted with this huge piece of paper under the screen. I'd be looking at the piece of paper instead of the screen. It looks a lot like cruelty. I mean, this meme is just all kinds of wrong. It doesn't deserve to be a meme. It's a "my wife" meme, which shouldn't be in the year 2024. In the year 2024, wives should be posting "my husband" memes and making fun of husbands. You don't get that. Because as a child you were boring, because you had no imagination. I tell this starkly dooming fact to a lot of people on lemmy. But it seems like this is what I must face now as a lemmy user. I need to communicate with adults who were boring children with no imagination.
OK, so we'll all go to San Marino. I was basically throwing out some ideas. It's a brainstorm, not a contest. San Marino is kind of dear to my heart, anyway, because of reasons you mentioned, which I know well. Also: we need to do it now, because later we'll all be starved to death in concentration camps.
It's more valorized than you think. There are places on the internet that are very social and masturbatory. Check out bateworld. If you're single and are a male looking for a male, be prepared to be disappointed chatting with hetero males that are married that get off on jerking off with other men behind their wives' backs. That's pretty much a major sector of the population on bateworld. I'm kinda gay, but I surmise that the hetero world and marriage makes the sex for the hetero males kind of boring. I can't say why, I'm trying to figure it out. A survey, if you will. Basically, I predict that the end result to my survey will be: men really like their dicks because major dopamine. Men get bored with their wives because whatever reasons I don't know about. Men like their own dicks and somehow society has taught them to like their dicks so much, to the point that they often send dick pics via SMS or Whatsapp. So then they start liking other dicks? Explain to me, the gay man, why hetero men enjoy seeing x-rated pornography where the dick is larger than the hole that it is penetrating. Is it connected to the dopamine? Anyway, bateworld seems to prove that men migrate towards jerking off as a dopamine hit and men in particular are very interested in socializing with other men in need of the dopamine hit, all the while getting off on the taboo against masturbation. Me, being kinda old, I remember the good old days when you went out drinking with high hopes of having your penis touched by another person, if only briefly. 2024 is a new world, in which men are seriously confused about dicks and dopamine.
This could work. We could maybe take over Andorra or Monaco. They wouldn't mind because we will seduce them by being either A) shopaholics in Andorra or B) gambling addicts in Monaco. It could be like this big European Vacation that never ends (eat your hearts out, Griswalds).