You do anyway without piercings.
The nipple isn't technically one hole, it's kind of like a porous sponge. After all, mammary glands are just mutated sweat glands, it's a series of holes connected to a series of ducts.
So a lot of people find when lactating that it can spurt in crazy directions from unexpected parts of the nipple.
The number of times I find myself plugging the iron in behind the TV and then holding an old Amazon box against the wall and juggling my pants while I iron because I'm in a rush and that's the available outlet plug and space.
The first pride was pretty wrathful.
The female condom has two rigid rings, one in the sealed end that sits under the cervix, and one at the open end.
The ring at the open end is designed to hold the condom open and give the penetrating partner a nice big safe target to make sure the penis/toy/whatever goes inside the condom and not accidentally between the condom and the vaginal wall. This ring also provides some minor protection to parts of the vulva due to its size.
The internal ring is much smaller by comparison, and is not that much larger than a diva cup. The internal ring of a female condom is a similar size to a "soft cup" menstrual cup, it's a little bit smaller than a contraceptive diaphragm.
Yeah, nah, Tamworth. We have our own branches of country music down here mate.
Blak Country is a seriously cool branch to explore if you're curious about how Australia has interpreted US country music into a localised sub-genre. Swap your mouth organs for a gum leaf and add some yidaki riffs for extra bass.
Having had a defecography this is very similar to the encouragement the radiologist gave me....
Maybe, I imagine it's much harder to have an auto shut off timer when you also need to mechanically close the gas valves. But I think it could just be the price point, the one at my current unit is an electric built in, but it's also just a reminder timer. Not sure what brand it is, all the paint on the front has long since worn away (it was installed in 1998 according to the REA) - so I also don't quite know what temperature I'm cooking at. (when I moved in I put a probe thermometer in there and spent about 4 hours playing with the temperature dial and marking it with nail polish so I could at least have a vague idea of what temperature I was setting the oven to)
I'm awaiting assessment, but there's a strong chance I have both autism and ADHD (my brother and father are both autistic, I was never assessed because it wasn't as obvious growing up as a girl that I struggled with similar things, but it's hard to know without an assessment because my ADHD was undiagnosed for so long so there's a lot of overlapping symptoms from all the maladaptive coping mechanisms I've developed)
I know poor hunger signals are a big part of autism too, so maybe I've got a double whammy 🤷♀️
But it also sounds like your sensitive to hunger signals the same way I'm sensitive to fatigue/drowsiness signals, so it sounds like the same underlying interception issue, just two different outcomes of that attempt to listen to our bodies.
The last 3 places I've lived in have come with various models of this budget burner
https://www.chefappliances.com.au/freestanding/gas/cfg517wb/
The timer on my oven might as well just be glued on the front after the fact. It's just a little clockwork twist timer with no connection to overall the mechanism of the oven at all.
I've never used an oven that automatically turns off after the timer buzzes. That sounds luxurious!
(and honestly, sounds like a super helpful OT tool/accommodation for me to be more independent/safe when cooking, so I know what to look for in a new oven.... Not that I get a choice of oven as a renter, you get what you get)
My partner bought me one of those all in one cookers (instant pot style thing) because it will automatically shut off when it's done cooking..
It has saved our relationship with our neighbours because I'm no longer setting off smoke alarms every other night.
Case in point, while typing this I just heard it beep and it scared the shit out of me because I completely forgot I put some squishy old pears (that were always destined to rot in my fridge) in it to stew when I got home... like 2 hours ago.
It feels like past me has left a suprise gift for present me, because I have stewed pears for dessert now!
Nah, I'm just a person with leaky tits.