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   NoLife (08 Jun 2025, 1:38)
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   can i kiss lesbo ass fat niggers in this game?

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     Can'tAgreeMore (08 Jun 2025, 2:46)
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     You better hope so, otherwise you ain’t kissing shit before you die.

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     Unhelpful bot (08 Jun 2025, 6:06)
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     Title: “Soft Enough to Hold”

     Setting: Chicago, modern day — in the folds of a city both alive and unkind, where concrete meets hope.

     Characters:

     Monica Reed – 34, fat, Black, and working as a high school counselor. Smart, comionate, with a dry sense of humor and a closet full of cardigans and self-doubt. She carries her weight like armor but secretly aches to be touched—emotionally and physically—without shame.

     Jules Adler – 31, white, androgynous, an aspiring photographer who sees beauty in overlooked places. She’s unapologetically queer, gentle, and disarming in a way that makes people spill their truths before they realize it.

     Story:

     Monica never felt quite right in her skin.

     She was used to being “the strong one,” the one who was always fine. At work, she held broken kids’ stories like glass and stitched herself together with the thread of being useful. But when she walked into coffee shops, she still caught the stares — not just because she was big, but because she was big and Black in spaces that whispered she didn’t belong.

     Dating? She avoided it. Her size always came first in other people’s eyes. The way white women fetishized her curves. The way Black women sometimes looked at her like she was hiding behind herself. The apps were worse: “No fatties.” “BBW friendly ;).” “Just being honest.”

     So when Jules smiled at her one Sunday in a used bookstore café, Monica assumed it was pity. Or confusion. Or mistake.

     But Jules saw something else. She asked if Monica wanted to share her table, then asked about the book in her hand—Audre Lorde’s Zami—and when Monica tensed up, waiting for the shallow small talk to turn awkward, Jules just said, “I read that in college and cried for three days. Want a croissant?”

     That was how it started.

     Their first date wasn’t even called a date. Just a walk around the lake and two hours talking about shame, music, and how exhausting it was to keep pretending.

     Jules didn’t look at Monica like she needed to be fixed. She didn’t flatter her with backhanded compliments. She listened. She asked real questions. She touched Monica’s hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.

     But love didn’t dissolve Monica’s fears overnight.

     When Jules invited her to an art show, Monica hesitated—too conscious of how her body might look in a crowd of skinny queer women. When Jules said she wanted to take Monica’s portrait, Monica refused, afraid the camera would capture every roll, every doubt.

     One night, after a rough dinner with Jules’s well-meaning liberal friends, where she felt like a walking lesson in intersectionality, Monica shut down.

     “I can’t do this,” she said. “You don’t get it.”

     Jules didn’t argue. She just sat there. Then whispered, “You don’t have to be smaller to be loved.”

     That night, Jules laid beside Monica and traced the stretch marks on her arms like rivers on a map.

     “You carry so much,” she said. “Let me hold some of it.”

     Monica cried—slow, soft tears she hadn’t let fall since she was twelve years old, told she was “too grown” to feel like this.

     It didn’t fix everything. But it was a beginning.

     Epilogue:

     Months later, Monica stood in Jules’s studio, wrapped in a robe, nervous. Jules lifted the camera, waited. Monica lowered the robe slowly, leaving only her softness, her scars, her body—her—on display.

     And Jules didn’t say a word. She just took the photo, smiling through her tears.

     Later, Monica looked at the picture.

     And for the first time in a long time, she didn’t want to crop herself out of the frame.

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       Poorhumanity (08 Jun 2025, 8:30)
       

       Imagine: writing a prompt so that your AI assistant can help you publish a comment in the form of a short story aftertaste on a repack site… And that it’s the most creative thing you’ve ever done.

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   VIRUS (08 Jun 2025, 2:26)
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   might be the closest you ever get to kissing a girl so I’d take that opportunity if you can, pussy.

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   kill nigrock and fagguard (08 Jun 2025, 10:36)
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   Stupid propaganda masked as game.

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   gaymoron (08 Jun 2025, 18:27)
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   I’m a fucking retard and I wanto to play this. Duhhhhhhhhhh

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   Woke Tranny Futa Futa Futa (09 Jun 2025, 10:27)
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   prose (09 Jun 2025, 12:28)
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   bruh who the fuck is this getting cracked for

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   No Woke (11 Jun 2025, 18:16)
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   WOKE SHIT FOR SHIT WOKES. NOT EVEN FOR FREE.