Does blue sky have a Mastodon account they post on?

Because they aren't otherwise directly compatible. I think there's bridges to get them that way, but they aren't by default

Ebay, or through local forums, message boards, etc. Still a small enough town that if you post a flyer at the grocery store, you'll get calls.

True, true.

Damn. Not gay, but probably fake

Well, they've been pretty damn normal. Which is abnormal, and has me concerned!

Not really, but all the little feather dusters have been chill and a little dull this week. I mean, obviously I'm talking by our standards of dull. There's still plenty screaming and boking and buking and bawkawking, as well as power slides and scolding when we do not obey our gallan overlords.

As of this moment, as an example, the rooster is sitting in the window planter outside my dad's window, crowing non stop. There's nothing wrong, he's just in a mood. I've checked three times.

I suspect he's annoyed that nobody has brought him treats in an hour or so.

Spoiled chickens are still wonderful.

As an example of the normalcy of oddness that is pet chickens, baby girl, our little marans hen, comes inside a little before sundown.

First stop is the kitchen for ice. I drink ice water all day, and most days I would refill the ice in my tumbler after we brought her in.

Well, cracking the ice trays one day, some small fragments came loose and fell to the floor. She was startled, but quickly decided to try this manna from above. Thus began her love affair with ice.

At first, she was just following me around the house and if some dropped, she would jump on it. After a few weeks, she would follow me around and jump up and down when I would pull a tray out of the freezer.

A few weeks of that and she began sweetly requesting ice shards. And by sweetly requesting, I mean "brrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawk" repeatedly until I find some little pieces and drop them for her. Some days, the screaming is interspersed with walking on my feet, or pecking them gently, or pulling at my pants. Other days, the pecking is not gentle.

But it is certain that if I crack a tray of ice, she will come running for her due tithe.

Then, once the ice goddess has been appeased, we will hie to the couch where she will walk back and forth across my lap until satisfied. What she's satisfied about, I have no idea. But at some point, she will decide she is, and find a spot to settle down.

Well, as long as she has been sweetly praised. See, I sweet talk the birds, even volunteer hen that isn't exactly friendly. I have a different pitch and cadence for each of them. No baby talk, but a higher pitch and sweet words. All of them like it to some degree, but baby bird revels in it. And she will not settle down or be happy until I have sung her praises in her voice.

Often, she'll stop walking and preen before settling down all the way. It is my job to continually praise her beauty and elegance as she does so. And she will absolutely check to make sure I'm actually paying attention and not just talking while doing other things. If she pauses her preening to check, and sees that I am not worshipping her properly, she will scold me until I resume veneration.

See? Perfectly normal, for a given value of normal.

In my mind, though I don't share the fetish, it's no different than enjoying any body part. I have no idea why people get bothered just by the fact of someone being into feet. Yeah, fetishists can sometimes be jerks, but not to a higher rate than anyone else.

It sure as hell doesn't hurt anyone.

Generally, you'd want to check if it's on a streaming service you already have access to. That's the fastest way.

Then, check your library.

If both of those fail, you run into choosing to hunt a copy down, or sail the seven seas.

Stuff like Kurosawa has a big enough fan base that you're very likely to be able to find used copies fairly cheap. The more obscure the movie, the harder it will be to find, and prices can vary depending on how much of a cult fan base it has. Sadly, eBay really is the best option in that regard. So you don't always have to pony up for the more expensive editions.

Since you don't like accumulating plastic, you can always resell, or donate to your library, depending on how willing you are to lose money on the swap.

You can check local message boards too. Sometimes folks will give stuff like that away. Pawn shops still occasionally have DVDs around. If you can find film buffs in your area and make friends with them, you may be able to borrow stuff, or have a movie night. Those of us with big collections do tend to like hosting movie nights to share the fun, though you have to rely on making connections with people that happen to have stuff you're interested in.

And, yeah, there's file sharing options as well.

The deep south.

We our own brand o' country up in hyuh.

At one point, I got on the Facebook bus. I regret it for multiple reasons, but the recommendations are what made me jump ship years ago.

See, they would throw up recommendations of people that were "friends" with my actual friends and family. Which meant that most of them were also friends and family, or at least people I knew in real life.

At some point though, Facebook decided that sending requests to people was not acceptable, I guess, because they suspended the account. It was temporary, but what the fuck? Like, I had the same last name as 60% of the people I was connecting with. The other ones were often people that used to have the same last name but got married. As in relatives. The rest were school friends and such.

So, I just said fuck it. Only time I'd mess with it at all was when someone would send me a link to something there. Eventually, I got sick of that too, posted a message saying that anyone who wanted to contact me after a week should let me know so we could exchange emails or whatever, then after a week I deleted the account. I do, technically still have one that was set up for games only, but I can't remember the password, and don't give enough of a fuck to reset it.

The equivalent resolution of film is roughly 6-8k, assuming they're going from the masters. Easy to transfer it to 4k, which is realistically so high a resolution you aren't going to be able to see the detail it can deliver at home.

He did a recent q&a for dogma, though I'm not sure if it will be in the package or not. https://youtu.be/uL0eBZajQYo. It was for the 25th anniversary.

I thought he did one for chasing amy too, but that it was only on one specific edition of the dvd. Maybe I'm misremembering, I dunno.

Nobody has a perfect, definitive answer. There's a lot of theories regarding how paraphilias form, but limited data, and no real way to prove anything with the data that is there.

The most common theory is that, at some point, the person gets exposed to whatever their "thing" is at a time when arousal is heightened, and the exposure becomes linked to the arousal. Which is pretty fucking obvious, and not exactly a real answer, imo. It's probably correct, but it doesn't provide anything useful.

Allow me to paraphrase a story I read in a book about sexual fantasies, that included fetish.

A kid is often tagging along with mom, as often happens. He's small at first, and just climbs under dressers and into closets to play while she's getting ready for whatever. One day, little Jimmy is down under a table while mom is getting ready, but it's for a party at home, and some of the guests are also getting ready.

So, our young fella is seeing all kinds of ankles and shoes, and feet, and occasional flashes of women's lower bodies. This is an awakening for Jimmy, and he feels the first rush of interest and arousal. Not necessarily an erection, or even a direct sexual sensation. But there's a heightened awareness that he's seeing something important.

Now in the original story, Jimmy just developed a general voyeurism and an enjoyment of feet, shoes, and ankles that was higher than usual. It wasn't a full on paraphilia, nor was it essential for his sexual interests or arousal. But without some variation of that stimulation, he didn't enjoy sex as much, and his fantasies were more about seeing feet from hiding than actual sexual activity.

When you have a sudden arousal combined with something that's not really sexual, but still delivers a hit of brain chemicals then you've got the recipe for a fetish. It won't happen to every person because it does take more than one factor happening to build that connection. But when you start looking at anecdotes of people that do know where and when their fetish started, there's a very high degree of similarity in their stories.

Foot fetishists often talk about feet in the same way others talk about breasts or legs. But there's also a segment that crosses over with submissive cravings, and there's a segment that crosses both of those that's tied strongly to feet being "dirty". Not always in the literal sense, but as in taboo because feet are often considered dirty in the literal sense.

Because feet get literally dirty, there's a rejection of them as part of our sexual selves I'm some people. And a lot of fetish builds around taboos.

Which, assuming all the theories hold water, it's no wonder that foot fetishists are so dedicated. They've got an unusual interest that still manages to not be so unpleasant as to render them pariah.

Ngl, I'm easy to please in that regard.

"Come in me" is going to get me there if I'm even remotely close.