I never heard of that
Passion and Purity
book.
I have heard the story of Jim Elliot's life and death though, and Elisabeth Elliot's return to the mission field there. I think it was when I heard their story, that I begged God never to call me to the mission field.
Why didn't I have more sex?
This is an important question, which we should all meditate on.
And then celebrate the Year of the Cock. Or if you're cock-averse, you can substitute as necessary.
I think 3-5 is a perfectly good sample size for such things.
Nuh-uh! Humans are far more variable than that.
sumi, much healing vibes to your friend's mother.
I am such a twelve year old. I keep giggling any time someone mentions the Year of the Cock.
hee hee hee hee
Nuh-uh! Humans are far more variable than that.
You don't need all the variables to get the lay of the land of lay. (And really, that's 3-5 per gender, so no more than 10 total partners needed for research purposes.)
I was born in the Year of the Cock.
I think it was when I heard their story, that I begged God never to call me to the mission field.
My BF in the FAC told me we could never get married if God wasn't calling me to be a missionary in Russia. Not *just* a missionary, mind you; a missionary in Russia. Pretty damn specific, if you ask me.
sumi, I well know the joy of the waiting room. Many vibes to those that wait.
I was born in the Year of the Cock.
You're supposed to wear red all year then. For good luck. supposedly. I did it all this past year (because it was year of the Monkey and I'm a monkey). My luck...well...the year had its ups and downs. Some very good/some very bad. And maybe I wasn't doing it right. Mostly I wore red nail polish.