Honestly, I kind of agree. Don't get me wrong, love my pets and would throw myself in front of a moving car to save them, but the whole "fur baby/pawrent/pet parenthood" culture ignites a visceral cringe in me. Pets are great but don't treat them as a substitute for an actual child, you know?
I wouldn't want my penis cut off with just prop or ketamine on deck. That sounds awful. That *sounds* traumatizing.
I don’t think any of us here are plastic surgeons to be able to answer this question if it was a regular breast reduction even, but this surgery is being done by an SRS butcher, so anything’s on the table as to how he’ll do it. If he cares about his results, he’d need long incisions to get all the fat tissue out from her armpit over to her back fat. He’s an SRS butcher so what am I saying, of course he won’t care about the actual results. J may end up looking like dumpling woman. IYKYK!
It's the best she's ever looked in her life. J has talked about having a foster family pay for Weight Watchers meetings and refuse to keep junk food in the house to the best of their ability all in an effort to give J a fighting chance at getting to the size of a regular human being. Of course, J has rewritten this period to be some kind of horrific abuse that traumatized her. But tbf, that's probably the strength of cope required to bear acknowledging that period in her life and how much better she looked and felt vs what it is like as a butter golem who draws constant negative attention to herself while being handicapped by the weight of her own bulk.
Sitting next to J is worse than any of the situations you're thinking of, though, because people like her manage to offend nearly all of your senses the entire time while a screaming infant or tall guy tends to only really affect 1 or 2. Tall people might require you to sit a little awkwardly or uncomfortably, but that's not the same as being literally crushed by the weight of the stinking sweaty flab pressed against you for long periods or the greasy residue and odor that clings to you for days afterwards. A screaming infant might fall asleep eventually, but the heavy wheezing, complaining, chomping of snacks, grunting, and other bodily noises emitted by a giant lardass whose physical presence on a flight has on the verge of death isn't a whole lot better (and given how poorly they can manage the bathroom situation, won't be much more hygienic about it than a diaper-shitting child). I don't even need to talk about the Christ-awful smell. And of course the potential for flight delays due to their physical difficulty boarding or the likelihood of havoc caused if one of them has a medical event, or the possibility of them buying one seat when they require 2 or 3 and getting people bumped from the flight altogether. A waiting room you can just get up and move or leave, rudeness be damned, but it takes a literal saint of a human being to manage masking all evidence of distaste in situations where you can't.
Oh whatever. I am sick to death of this performative pet-owner bullshit. A dog is a dog. You’re actually saying you would potentially give your own life or spend your remaining years permanently disabled in constant pain if it meant you temporarily delayed the death of a pet? That’s ridiculous. Humans are more important than animals. Dogs are not children.
I have relatives who are food addicted. They would also interpret this treatment as abuse. There is probably no secret cognitive dissonance. She was probably jonesing the entire time.
Jokes on you, I’m a misanthrope who utterly hates other humans, so your moral posturing doesn’t work on me.
To be fair, I'm working under the assumption that you'd prefer not to have your penis cut off at all.
The one posted previously in the thread where she’s trying on bikinis- it’s horrific.
It was a crime, at some point.
