This is my boat. They're part of my crew. No one's getting left. Best you get used to that.

Mal ,'Ariel'


Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!  

[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.


erikaj - Sep 16, 2005 6:39:08 am PDT #3390 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

Maybe it upsets the gf/wife, Laura. Although it would make me feel that I'd grown horns overnight, myself. Tep, yeah, maybe it's not you.(puts in Take own Advice folder) JZ, sigh. Never gonna get to leave this ugly one- buffista town, am I? We'd be happy to have y'all, till the local politics and radio stations gave you matching embolisms.


Susan W. - Sep 16, 2005 6:42:33 am PDT #3391 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

Thing is, her grandfather would have done the same thing. Left him alone in a room full of books, come back a minute later and he's reading a romance novel. With look of utter concentration.

That's nothing. While romance novels admittedly tap into female fantasies, they're novels first and foremost, and it was no odder of my dad to read a romance than it is for me to read a testosterone-laden work of military fiction. No, he proved to me he'd read anything at all back when I briefly moved home before coming to Seattle, and discovered him with a book I'd bought during my collegiate enthusiastic pseudo-fundamentalist days and left at the house one summer. A book of spiritual advice and practical guidance for young, single Christian women.

I pointed out that he was 70-something, male, and had been married for nearly 50 years. He shrugged and said the book was interesting.

ETA--and I can see myself doing something similar. It's basically the impulse that makes antique etiquette books and the like interesting even when I've no plans to use the info as fiction research.


vw bug - Sep 16, 2005 6:47:49 am PDT #3392 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Just had a very interesting class where I ended up sharing about my depression, diary cards and other treatment. Didn't see that coming out of my mouth today.


Topic!Cindy - Sep 16, 2005 6:52:37 am PDT #3393 of 10001
What is even happening?

I think there's a thrill that maybe comes from freedom, when reading a book written for Other People, Susan. You don't have to take what it says to heart, are free to critique or praise it at will.

I will also read anything.

Oh, and Laura, I am all for flirting, flirts, and anything having to do with same. My Blue's Clue was specifically for Crush(can we please-huh-huh)!Boy, in this particular situation, only.


Scrappy - Sep 16, 2005 6:58:01 am PDT #3394 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

I would like to say that the red menace struck me yesterday and I woke up this morning with the (now monthly) Worst Cramps Ever (like puking from the pain bad). I got ready to go to work and started shaking and lay down on the couch so I'd be in a fit state to drive. I thinked I moaned a little because my dog jumped up on the ottoman and put her front feet on the couch so she could come over and look in my eyes. SHe stayed there and just leaned her forehead on my head for a long time. She is a very good nurse.


Laura - Sep 16, 2005 6:58:30 am PDT #3395 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

My Blue's Clue was specifically for Crush(can we please-huh-huh)!Boy

Love the new name.


Aims - Sep 16, 2005 7:26:15 am PDT #3396 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

So, ya know what's painful?

Shutting your thumb in the hatchback of your minivan so hard that the damn thing latched.


Gudanov - Sep 16, 2005 7:27:42 am PDT #3397 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping

That would hurt.

((Aimee))


Sean K - Sep 16, 2005 7:32:22 am PDT #3398 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty

Ugh, sorry to hear about the nasty cramps, Robin.

And sorry about your poor thumb, Aims.


brenda m - Sep 16, 2005 7:33:51 am PDT #3399 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Yarrgh, I don't even want to think about that.

(Though it makes me fondly remember my nana and great aunt. Whenever anyone closed the sliding door on our van - and I mean every time - they would both jump and go "oh!". No matter where in the car they or anyone else was.)