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so i just finished watching "The Only Male At The Big Tittied Catgirl Sex Slave Academy" and, while the show does deliver on its premise i found it incredibly shallow and lacking in its exploration of subject matter.

every episode seems to just have been focused on the protagonist accidentally getting his face stuffed between breasts and thighs, every other shot is some variation of an upskirt or bouncy cleavage exposition and, while the show is delivering on its "big tittied catgirl" promise, the "sex slave" aspect is mostly limited to the catgirls wearing collars and calling the protagonist "master". i feel this is a massive missed opportunity and its downright disgraceful how the show refuses to comment on or further explore its titular themes. the catgirl slaves could've been cleverly used as an allegory to comment on the inhumanity of slavery and and explore how the catgirls are intersectionally disadvantaged and exploited by being not only slaves but also demi-humans.

Um, hi. I just recently saw your post about wanting a bf? So maybe I'd give it a shot, I mean you're really cute and friendly. I really like anime like you do! So, um.. Can we date? I'm sure we'll be the best otaku couple! We can listen to anime songs and maybe watch some Naruto and Dbz. Do you like those animes? It's okay if not.. Maybe we can watch something much more like hentai or not. I don't want to seem like your horny average guy, so we can watch something innocent. Maybe bleach.. Heh. You're so kawaii, y'know? I just want to kiss your face and call you my kohai. Would you like me to be your senpai boyfriend? I think it'll be really kawaii. I think I love you, kohai. Please make me happy and date a fellow otaku

The experience and emotions tied to listening to Kid A are like witnessing the stillborn birth of a child while simultaneously having the opportunity to see her play in the afterlife on Imax. It's an album of sparking paradox. It's cacophonous yet tranquil, experimental yet familiar, foreign yet womb-like, spacious yet visceral, textured yet vaporous, awakening yet dreamlike, infinite yet 48 minutes. It will cleanse your brain of those little crustaceans of worries and inferior albums clinging inside the fold of your gray matter. The harrowing sounds hit from unseen angles and emanate with inhuman genesis. When the headphones peel off, and it occurs that six men (Nigel Godrich included) created this, it's clear that Radiohead must be the greatest band alive, if not the best since you know who. Breathing people made this record! And you can't wait to dive back in and try to prove that wrong over and over.

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