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JordanPeterson [he/him]

JordanPeterson@hexbear.net
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You know, this image reminds me of a fascinating comment regarding a musician’s post I made on this very site:

You know, this image reminds me of a fascinating story regarding a dream I had about my grandmother. It’s evocative of the duality of woman vs man, chaos vs order, grandmother vs grandson, and so on. It’s something that is truly worth exploring because if you have no heaven or hell to orient yourself within the infinite dimensionalities of truth, you may as well not have truth at all! If something’s going to bring about your destruction—which nihilism does, by the way—is it really even truth in the first place? My grandmother used to tell me, “my pubes are on fire Jordie come put them out!” but I would simply freeze with inaction and subsequently wake up in a cold meat sweat, flipping open my dream journal to jot down my thought before the beta waves subsided. Then I would kiss the photograph of mamie on my nightstand and slumber again. Talk about a dragon of chaos. Anyway, listen to this person’s music

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You see I had never considered this when I had my assistants make this account. I was merely trying to score some benzodiazepine from some postmodern-neomarxists, but I had never considered that my being famous due to refusing to be compelled to speak would be in any way unfunny. You see, I have always felt compelled to speak in fact I cannot stop. I often get complaints on my YouTube series that I talk too much! Can you imagine? The only people who tend to want me to continue speaking are the Kek boys. They often have me sign their shirts in odd places.

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Damn fuck XiZ for making fedposting cool

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In no way am I a “Chapo”

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I will talk to a few of my friends who are in law enforcement. And by “friends”, I mean “arresting officers”

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It’s really not much different for uncircumcised dicks but I’ve found that uncircumcised folks asking me how to wash their dicks tend to have been deeply failed by their parents whereas circumcised people are simply angry about their lost foreskin and are rebelling by not showering. Therefore they respond better to tough love

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Make it four

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How to wash an uncircumcised dick

You gently pull back the foreskin and on the skins that’s revealed, you rinse, lather, and rinse again. Repeat as needed until any excess mess and suds are removed and rubbing the skin feels smooth but not slippery or slimy. Do the same for the head, rubbing gently in circles with the pad of your thumb. I’m being extra specific because if you’ve never washed your dick there’s probably some nasty shit in there. You’re lucky you haven’t gotten an infection. Also, the little white nodules on the back of the head are probably pearly penile papules. They are not pimples do not try to pop them. Like, Google the papules things to make sure we’re talking about the same thing but I’m like 99% sure you shouldn’t pop pimples on your dick anyway

How to wash a circumcised dick

I dunno I’ve never had one how hard could it be just wash it

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Or make the boxes spherical to minimize surface area!

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You know, this image reminds me of a fascinating story regarding a dream I had about my grandmother. It’s evocative of the duality of woman vs man, chaos vs order, grandmother vs grandson, and so on. It’s something that is truly worth exploring because if you have no heaven or hell to orient yourself within the infinite dimensionalities of truth, you may as well not have truth at all! If something’s going to bring about your destruction—which nihilism does, by the way—is it really even truth in the first place? My grandmother used to tell me, “my pubes are on fire Jordie come put them out!” but I would simply freeze with inaction and subsequently wake up in a cold meat sweat, flipping open my dream journal to jot down my thought before the beta waves subsided. Then I would kiss the photograph of mamie on my nightstand and slumber again. Talk about a dragon of chaos. Anyway, listen to this person’s music

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