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'Cuz why not?

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It's been a really long time, let's get a sissy captions thread going again. I'll start.

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Both Belarussian and Ukrainian nationalism are so misguided. They side with the Western, Latin occupiers (Poland, Lithuanian, Austria-Hungary) and ignore the fact that Belarussians and Ukrainians are part of Rus. They have more in common with the so called "Great Russians" of the Russian Federation than with Westerners.

Why is this? Why do they love their myths so much?

Nationalists lie, and one would be remiss to think that Russian nationalists are immune. But through a purely historical analysis, one can see the holes in the nationalist movements of Ukraine and Belarus. The departure from Rus which is present in both is not only a betrayal of ancestors but a change of identity. Ukrainian and Belarussian nationalism are far more Polish, far more Lithuanian, far more Austrian, than they are Ukrainian and Belarussian.

Ukrainians and Bealrussians are in fact Russians who lived under Western European rule. That is the only difference between them and Muscovy. Why embrace the foreign chains? Why deny one's identity in favor of a foreign force? Why seek to create weak, poor states continually begging for alms from the West? Why not re-unite with the Russian Federation to restore Rus?

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Happy Valentine's Day, John. For the first time in quite some time, this time of year means more to me than just another tick on the calendar, and uninteresting as it is I figured I'd write to you about it.

I planned a date for last night. We were going to go to a fancy ramen restaurant, but chickened out at the sight of the large crowd and opted for a cheap chinese place further down the street. We spent a few extra hours in my apartment, lounging on my bed and reading a book. The night concluded with me walking her back home, and doing something entirely outside of my comfort zone--against all odds, I kissed her goodnight.

I'm a very slow-moving man romantically, and believe it or not this simple evening was a huge milestone for me. I've never broken that kissing barrier myself before, in the past I've been much more likely to be kissed than to kiss first. The future here is completely unknown, and it's a situation that enthuses me as much as it concerns me.

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Hi all. Can you suggest an effective remedy for allergic rhinitis? My doctor is prescribing me ineffective medications

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Paintings, drawings, etc with a similar vibe to this?

Hello all!
I have never posted one of my stories before and thought it might be nice to share one and see what people think. I don't write much but tend to enjoy it when I do. Depending on what people think of this one I might continue it tonight. Please give it a read and let me know what you think, and if this break any rules, I do apologize.

I'll use the tags I think pertain to this story are: ped, lesbian, voyeurism, incest, masturbation

Disclaimer:
This story is a work of fiction and should be considered as such. If you are offended by any sexual depictions of minors please stop reading now. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. I do not advise or condone any sexual activity with children or anyone who does not or cannot give proper consent. I do not condone abuse or neglect.
That all being said, please enjoy my very first story:

Her breath came in short spurts and tiny gasps, her little hand touching and teasing in ways that she had only just discovered. Charlene Mason, age 12, laid on her bed, only partially covered up in her bedspread as she explored the warm and moist treasures between her legs. She found that touching herself induced a pleasure she had never experienced before and had found entirely by accident. One morning in the shower she rubbed herself while cleaning up and found that she got a spark and a warm feeling between her legs. Ever since then she'd tried to replicate the accidental burst, but had failed until this morning.

Last night she had a dream about something she had only heard about in the whisperings of her friends at school, a penis. She had never seen one before but from the descriptions she was getting from her friends, it was certainly something she wanted to find out about. Her mind spent the full day wondering what it would feel like, taste, and smell like to have one in person.

In this day and age of the internet, Charlene knew that it would only take a cursory internet search to find out what they looked like. She also knew that doing that at school would get her talked to by the administration and her father. Looking that up at home would have also been a no-no since she didn't want her father to catch her and his was the only computer in the house other than his phone. There would be no way to get her hands on the phone and no alone time with the computer.

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