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[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Jilli, is your "reaaaaaalllly" an expression of interest that FCBD is in SF, or an expression of dubiousness (dubiosity?) that I ever intend to move?
(And, totally unrelated, I *just* this moment, for no discernable reason, remembered that I haven't renewed my tags for my car. FUCK.)
or an expression of dubiousness (dubiosity?) that I ever intend to move?
Well, not an expression of dubiousness-ity, but more of a "Oh? Really? Whenwhenwhenwhen?" anticipatory sort of thing. Yes. Be moving to this side of the country. Sooner rather than later. Please?
Bellydancing sounds like so much fun, but I seriously doubt that I could get my hips to move that way. I really want to find some sort of exercise that is fun enough to make me stick with it.
It sounds like taking the summer session off is the thing to do, vw.
I'm assuming that if I were to take up actually belly dancing my body would eventually look okay in the bras. Big assumption.
I’m a little worried about being able to keep up with that and everything else.
I wish I could tell you that it gets easier, but I'm afraid life is just like that.
Also Aims, S says the pattern isn't necessary. Couldn't hurt, but not necessary.
or an expression of dubiousness (dubiosity?) that I ever intend to move?
Well, not an expression of dubiousness-ity, but more of a "Oh? Really? Whenwhenwhenwhen?" anticipatory sort of thing. Yes. Be moving to this side of the country. Sooner rather than later. Please?
Well, it's more of an idea than a plan. I intend to move out there, but I don't have an actual target date yet. I'm a turtle.
I took a belly dancing class with smonster about a year and a half ago. Smonster stuck with it (and looks terrific!) and I gave it up after 2/3rds of the class. I'm not coordinated. At all. And that, on top of not really getting the teacher's teaching style (which worked for others, just not for me), sort of killed it for me.
But I bought one of those sheer hip scarves with loads of sparkly things before I quit. Heck, pretty clothes with sparkly things was half the reason I started. OK, maybe just a quarter of the reason.
I may try it again. Maybe a different instructor would teach in a way I could connect with.
I wish I could tell you that it gets easier, but I'm afraid life is just like that.
Funny thing...my therapist said pretty much the same thing last night. Now I've just got to figure out how to get through the most difficult moments of this with urges of running, cutting, biting or, during the really bad moments, wanting to die.