I have no problem banning you now

[Ello Sailor]

naked willies and johnsons.

At what point does a willy become a johnson? Are we talking length? Girth? Both?

Surely this will dicktate the length of Dime's ban.

[spike]

96up shouldn't be banned though. and dev is borderline.

[Ello Sailor]

Dudes just need to start foe-ing/battle rapping.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

We've figured out dime was banned for posting naked willies and johnsons. Why was dev banned, what did he do?

Rebels unwelcome.

[E.H. Ruddock]

While I completely understand the impulse to empathize without anyone who is marginalized, I think there's a pretty clear and consistent benchmark of dime being very antagonistic himself, as well as leading the charge on "gay humor", however you might define that.

1. Agreed
2. Agreed
3. I think there is a difference in whatever I have seen him post about it, more self humor. Lighthearted. Positive.

Even #3 that were true, the hardcore gay sex pics will make it difficult to tow that line going forward.

The pic was not 3, it was an angry response to being offended, and the mods doing nothing about it.

Did nothing about it? He was posting when no mods were around. I was traveling Yesterday and didn’t see any of it until today. Then i took action. What didn’t i do?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

While I completely understand the impulse to empathize without anyone who is marginalized, I think there's a pretty clear and consistent benchmark of dime being very antagonistic himself, as well as leading the charge on "gay humor", however you might define that.

1. Agreed
2. Agreed
3. I think there is a difference in whatever I have seen him post about it, more self humor. Lighthearted. Positive.

Even #3 that were true, the hardcore gay sex pics will make it difficult to tow that line going forward.

The pic was not 3, it was an angry response to being offended, and the mods doing nothing about it.

Did nothing about it? He was posting when no mods were around. I was traveling Yesterday and didn’t see any of it until today. Then i took action. What didn’t i do?

Take action yesterday.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

While I completely understand the impulse to empathize without anyone who is marginalized, I think there's a pretty clear and consistent benchmark of dime being very antagonistic himself, as well as leading the charge on "gay humor", however you might define that.

1. Agreed
2. Agreed
3. I think there is a difference in whatever I have seen him post about it, more self humor. Lighthearted. Positive.

Even #3 that were true, the hardcore gay sex pics will make it difficult to tow that line going forward.

The pic was not 3, it was an angry response to being offended, and the mods doing nothing about it.

Did nothing about it? He was posting when no mods were around. I was traveling Yesterday and didn’t see any of it until today. Then i took action. What didn’t i do?

I’m so confused. Who was posting when no mods were around?

Ruddo and dime.

[spike]

Dime posted the cock pics when it was the middle of the night in America.

The criticism of the mods not doing anything is more so related to months/years of letting 96up post homophobic stuff. It’s certainly possible they have taken some action behind the scenes, as 96up had been letting up in that some.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[spike]

Dime posted the cock pics when it was the middle of the night in America.

The criticism of the mods not doing anything is more so related to months/years of letting 96up post homophobic stuff.

I wonder how many people ever took 96’s posts as homophonic, and how often they were reported — by anyone generally, and by dime specifically.

Personally, I thought it was a bit much, but I don’t report posts or support his banning.

I doubt Dime reported anything. As mentioned, he wanted to be banned from the board (I think he knows it’s best for his mental health, but he also knows he can’t stop himself), so his outrage at the gay stuff, while warranted, was also just an excuse to post cock pics and get the sweet release he’s wanted for a bit.

[BurtReynolds]

There was also some butt stuffing involved. Let's not overlook that detail. Not just wangs and/or johnsons.

[E.H. Ruddock]

I almost deleted all of GD this morning when i was getting rid of all the gay pr0n threads.

[BurtReynolds]

Its a shame he didn't post it in News and Debate.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tommy]

If it truly was suicide by mod, then reinstate 96!

And not Dev?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[E.H. Ruddock]

If it truly was suicide by mod, then reinstate 96!

And not Dev?

Nah

[BurtReynolds]

The slight chance of dev posting is the only reason I still come here!

[E.H. Ruddock]

The slight chance of dev posting is the only reason I still come here!

You’ll be fine