It probably helps that OP wasn’t scared. He didn’t act like a prey animal and flee, which can trigger hunting instincts. I also can’t help but wonder if the wolf recognized a human child as being “young.” I know dogs can do that - I’ve seen them change behavior around tiny humans and tolerate things from them that they wouldn’t tolerate from adults. Granted, domesticated dogs have had many generations to acclimate themselves to us, but I wouldn’t be surprised if a wild wolf recognized that OP was a “human puppy” and not a significant threat.

Also, OP had food, and considering the wolf went right for the pop tart when it was thrown, it’s possible such a sociable, intelligent creature was playing nice in hopes of being given some all along.

Who knows? I’d say it’s definitely a plausible story. If the story had been about a mountain lion, I’d have my doubts. But wolves don’t usually go out of their way to antagonize humans. If some of them were able to be domesticated long ago, the same traits that brought them close to humans in the first place may still exist in the wild population.

I (white woman) was chatting with a black man on a dating app some years back. Everything was going well until he started talking about my skin and how excited it made him. I tried to direct the conversation elsewhere, but he kept going back to the topic. It gave me the ick and it quickly became clear that’s the main thing he liked about me. That’s when I stopped talking to him.

I think it’s cool to be physical with someone with a different color skin - it’s interesting, but it’s a small detail in the grand scheme of things. If you’re more interested in someone’s color than in who they are as a person, that’s taking it too far. Maybe some people are down for being fetishized, but I’m not into that.

But with that said, you’re probably right - I don’t doubt white men do it more often, I just wouldn’t be the target of it and thus don’t see it as much. I feel for my sisters of color. I only had the one experience (so far), but I imagine they’ve dealt with it much more frequently. It sucks when you think you’re meeting someone cool and it turns out they can’t see beyond the most superficial of your features.

From the thumbnail I thought this was some sort of baked good that got burned in the oven.

All around the body. Pretty much exploring.

100%. Sometimes words simply can’t cut it, and there’s no way an AI can capture the exact perspective I’d like to convey. I got into art as a way to communicate the way I see things, which seems to be different from how many people do. I love having a way to express abstract concepts, from the warmth I feel when drinking coffee, to the cloudiness that fills my brain when I’m overwhelmed. People resonate with the human commonality behind it all, and I’ve found that making visual representations can go a long way in helping others understand my mind.

No AI can do that. The thought of adding an extra middleman that can’t comprehend the assignment, and having to waste time prompting and re-prompting because of it, sounds like a great way to end up giving up in frustration.

Oh, and Happy Cake Day!

My first thought would be that it’s probably located in Penn Station in NYC. But walking out of the station and smelling the air, it’s possible the streets of the city itself are the toilet we’ve been looking for.

I feel the same way about my pronouns. It truly doesn’t matter to me. I’m glad people who feel strongly about it have the opportunity to make that choice, I just can’t relate to giving a damn about it. I had to call some customer service line a few times over the course of several days about a year ago, and every time I did, the agent asked the pronoun question. After like the fourth call I was getting annoyed. You’d think they’d add it to your profile after the first time, but no, even though they clearly had all my other information on a screen in front of them, they still had to ask. I don’t get that.

Unless she’s not into it, of course. I had a partner who didn’t want anything to do with her penis. Any sense of pleasure was overridden by the discomfort of her dysphoria.

As an alternative, she would love to be tied up and given sensory play. Ice cubes, wax, paintbrushes, roller pins, anything to produce a novel sensation would drive her wild. So yeah, your mileage may vary. Either way, bring some pleasure to the trans partner in your life today! :)

Drawing is fun. There’s something really fulfilling about taking an image or idea from your imagination and turning it into a physical reality in front of you. It’s a hobby humans have had since we first became humans, and I’m not about to let some machine take that away from me. I don’t care if it takes me minutes or weeks, the effort is what makes the piece mine. There’s no substitute for that satisfaction.

Whoa, that’s so mean. I’m glad it was finally realized, did he ever discover who did that? I hope he’s doing okay now.

I’m so glad to not be on other social media anymore. Posting on Facebook and having no engagement from the people you actually know and care about hurt a lot more than having a comment on Lemmy get ignored.

Then one of the commenters gets reported, and now half the comments are “Removed by Mod”

Sometimes the AI will completely fail to recognize the real question. Like if a particular mechanic isn’t working right, it will spit out the way it’s supposed to work.

Like, “Yeah, I know, and the game’s not functioning that way. Which is why I need help. Fucking moron AI, I thought I turned you off in search options, why are you talking to me again?”

Have you gone to Car Enthusiasts already? https://lemmy.world/c/cars

(I’m not a car person, so I don’t have any other recommendations. I just remember seeing posts from that community.)

Shhhh. That’s like telling someone who just quit smoking, “Look, there’s a barely-smoked cigarette in that ashtray!”

“High School Never Ends” explains a lot.

“Outlaw country!”

In high school a friend burned me a Skillet cd without me asking. Before listening to them I looked them up, saw they were a Christian band, and threw away the disk.

Sorry for wasting your cd Mike, but you knew I was atheist. There was no way I was going to get into that.

Kinda hard to do when the stovetop’s still hot.

Then by the time it cools down, I’m already 3 or 4 activities past cooking and forget entirely about it…

Jesus loves me. Jesus is inside of me. But he’ll probably be done soon because he just shouted, “Come all ye faithful!”

Jesus gets us - pregnant.

(Note: I have no idea what the original ad looks like.)