Actual women? Or tawdry puppet women? You can be honest -- we're all friends here (and any number of us name our adult toys).
If they were tawdry puppet women, I wouldn't have a problem. Well. Not one that's anyone else's business, anyway.
Well, quite a lot of fuss. If I didn't know better, I'd think we were dangerous.
Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
billytea - Feb 22, 2006 8:16:05 pm PST #695 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Scrappy - Feb 22, 2006 8:16:28 pm PST #696 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Oh no, Missy, you're a saucy minx.
§ ita § - Feb 22, 2006 8:40:48 pm PST #697 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
No one thinks I'm abused either, Cass. Unless they're hitting on me, and offering to defend me against my next attacker.
Which prompted no thought more than "If he gave me this black eye, just imagine what he'd do to you..."
Maybe most of the onlookers can sense that response brewing.
Still, it does bother me. Because I don't think knowing how to defend yourself ensures you won't be abused.
Lee - Feb 22, 2006 8:44:27 pm PST #698 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Yay! Burrell likes my Booby!
DavidS - Feb 22, 2006 8:48:08 pm PST #699 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
....ka-skip to the end.
(but I did see that link, ita. Thanks.)
We're back. We managed to go sledding without hurting Emmett. He did make me measure his bruise from the tree-root incident (3 inches long, 1 inch wide. I didn't tell him ita would be unimpressed with that size, as I didn't want him to think of her as a bruise size queen.)
So Tep's got a fuckbuddy, Spidra lost her job, Emeline's both cute and quite bemused looking.
What else did I miss? I'm 600 back in Natter, but I figure it's probably all GA whitefont.
Somebody should name their band that: GA Whitefont.
Eddie - Feb 22, 2006 9:35:31 pm PST #700 of 10001
Your tag here.
Somebody should name their band that: GA Whitefont.
Or T-shirts: "Got Whitefont?"
NoiseDesign - Feb 22, 2006 9:38:07 pm PST #701 of 10001
Our wings are not tired
Hey folks. I'm in SF now. I'm actuallly staying at the hotel where we're having the F2F.
Trudy Booth - Feb 22, 2006 9:58:29 pm PST #702 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
So you should have time to switch rooms if its a tiny little closet!
NoiseDesign - Feb 22, 2006 10:05:54 pm PST #703 of 10001
Our wings are not tired
Well, the internet works. So that's good.
Took about 20 minutes to drive here from the Oakland airport.
Cass - Feb 22, 2006 11:53:58 pm PST #704 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
The thing with going to bed super early? You wake up. And instead of it being 3 or 4 and obviously time to be asleep so you lie in bed awake for a while until hopefully going back to sleep? Well, I'm posting...
I'm afraid to say, my daughter would probably say the same thing about me, for I am your mother, Teppy. She despairs of me.This possibly describes mine as well. But I adore her far more than I despair of her.
There is a place in LA that has a bacon, peanut butter and swiss burger called the menage a trois.
I'm sorry, but peanut butter on a hamburger just sounds like ten kinds of wrong.I'd actually ordered it to be what I thought to be saucy (I was barely 18, what did I know?) but it was good. The peanut butter was served in a little container on the side, or maybe I had asked for it that way, like ranch or something and as I dabbed bits on it on the burger? Teh yum. And thus I converted from ordering something to seem "daring" to just having a damn good burger. Which is not to convert others.
Still, it does bother me. Because I don't think knowing how to defend yourself ensures you won't be abused.I don't think women, or men, that are abused are all unable to physically defend themselves. Which means that even strong people can be abused. So it would be nice if someone asked the, "You okay?" in a real way. Unless people like my doctor are looking for other signs than just the fearsome bruises and we just don't show one of those. It's certainly not shame cause sometimes I am loathe to admit how I managed to mangle myself so well.
In what is actually other news, the last round with the creepy stalker woman made me realize that some self-defense training is something I want to try. I just have to get over my fear that I am so badly coordinated that I will fail and actually try. Because even my fears realize that I can learn the self-defensey part. I am just not sure how well I would do if I then wanted to get into actually learning it as an art. A smarter person would just go to a class and find out.
A smarter person would also be asleep though. It is pretty well established that I am not that smarter person.