The feeling of total exhaustion after several days of celebrating Pride as an LGBTQ+ person.
A large part of this exhaustion comes from knowing how the gatherings and marches, (especially Dyke spaces), used to look and feel, and how they have become appropriated by too many non-LGBTQ+ folks rampantly using it as an excuse to just party, without respect for the radical history and still-present need for it to continue to be a safe space for us to claim for ourselves.
(It's great to have allies, but allies need to be respectful in taking up space, and support from the sidelines.)
Seeing all these cishetbros drinking in the park and taking up so much of what should be our space is making me feel so Prired.
It is said of the situation where a person has the bad luck to make contact with his testicles against an undefined surface or object, intentioned or not.
Given the nature of the word, it is more appropriate to design cases where the interaction is made with a moving object, for example, a ball.
Although it is extremely painful for the victim, it tends to be considerably funny to people who witness it.
Today in the baseball game the pitcher took a nutshot; the baseball hit him in the nuts.
Man, I just watched the funniest nutshot video ever.