I suppose it's less thud if you know I'm 23.
"I don't mind masturbation. At least I'm having sex with somebody I love." - Woody Allen.
'Out Of Gas'
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I suppose it's less thud if you know I'm 23.
"I don't mind masturbation. At least I'm having sex with somebody I love." - Woody Allen.
I suppose it's less thud if you know I'm 23.
Sneaky P-C. Be gentle, I'm still new here. So... whatcha doin this weekend?
Not having sex.
It's like smoking - smokers shouldn't impose their pleasure on people who are allergic to it
An aversion to things that look like things people used to use to kill each other -- allergic to smoking?
Medical issues are introducing just a wee bit of bias. It's a symbol he's averse to. Not a danger. Just a memory of a danger.
not weird to want a prop from your period, reasonable to want to write with accuracy, just gotsta have precautions.I soooo read this wrong on account of a threadsuck and not paying attention. But, still, props to birth control and safe sex anyway.
Well, considering what this spring's been like so far for my sinusesThis entire year has tried to kill me with the allergies. Pretty place but the bits in the air just suck after all of our rain.
I went for a new haircut this morning, then this afternoon I went and had a 90 minute facial with dermabrasion and stuff. (she massaged my hands and feet while I was masking) And I have an appointment Thursday for manicure and pedicure, and the most outragious thing, lash and brow tint. Though my hair has become darker with age the brows are as blonde as ever. I'm thinking a light to medium brown should work with my color.t loves Laura t envies Laura I need a haircut. And I want to tint my brows and lashes too. Mani and pedi is just luscious gravy. I am iffy on the facial, sensitive skin and all.
How did I skim over Erin gettin' some?She whitefonted. Go Erin ! t fans self
Ima take a little vacation next weekend. Go me!
Just searched B'craxy to see if a consensus was reached on a name for Bitches 24 and came across this:
Bitches 23: That's all we do now. Not have sex.
Hee.
Shower. Ugh. SO much better. I cleaned my office this evening, and it was pretty stinky-making. The weather is great right now; I have all the windows open and am in a sarong, and it's wonderful.
Yeah, for once in my life I white-fonted details. Someone drop dead of shock, now.
I need a haircut BAD. My split ends could be used to scrub out 20 gallon pots -- deep-conditioning treatments just get sneered at and beaten up.
While I just don't see how you can look at this beautiful thing and have the same associations you'd have with an assault weapon!
Gosh, that is a pretty gun. When I was in grade school I'd bring home from the library the big books of antique guns and swords. I think it was the decoration and the fascinating gizmo-ness of them that fascinated me. My mother was disturbed. She didn't like Daddy teaching me how to shoot the .22, which is odd because she was the only one who ever shot anything (snakes with the shotgun [she has an Extreme Prejudice policy re: all snakes and would not tolerate the idea of knowingly allowing one to live within a thousand yards of the house])
An aversion to things that look like things people used to use to kill each other -- allergic to smoking?
Medical issues are introducing just a wee bit of bias. It's a symbol he's averse to. Not a danger. Just a memory of a danger.
I'm not commenting on the merits of his opinion, but the dynamic in the relationship. To make things work in a marriage (I think) you have to concede your positive against your partner's negative. (Not always but generally) you compromise your Good Thing if it's going to be your partner's Bad Thing.
This doesn't change the fact that I don't get to have this beautiful thing that I've been building up in my mind and looking forward to for ages, but I'm only sad and not angry now.
I think this is a case of "the king may die, or the horse may die, or I may die, or the horse may talk"; by the time you've achieved your dream, your husband may well have gotten used to the idea.