I’d really rather you didn’t do unto others as you would have them do unto you if you are

  I’d really rather you didn’t go around telling people I talk to you. You’re not that interesting. Get over

I’d really rather you didn’t build multimillion-dollar churches/temples/mosques/shrines to my noodly goodness when the money could be better spent (take your pick):

I’d really rather you didn’t indulge in conduct that offends yourself, or your willing, consenting partner of legal age and

I’d really rather you didn’t challenge the bigoted, misogynist, hateful ideas of others on an empty stomach. Eat, then go

I’d really rather you didn’t judge people for the way they look, or how they dress, or the way they

I’d really rather you didn’t use my existence as a means to oppress, subjugate, punish, eviscerate, and/or, you know, be

I’d really rather you didn’t act like a sanctimonious, holier-than-thou ass when describing my noodly goodness. If some people don’t

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