Lorne ,'Time Bomb'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Actually, I knew someone in that show. And I met up with him for coffee afterwards. And I was really excited to see him -- he'd been an instructor of mine in college and not only did I get to see him perform on Broadway, I got to catch up on what was going on.
But I didn't want to seem like it was all to meet Alan so I didn't even ask.
THAT was true restraint.
sighhh... Alan... restraints...
Yes, I realized of that after I typed it ... thought about it for a few seconds and then thought "it's Trudy! she'll make the connection!"
polyamory isn't about sex.
It's about love.
For sex see: swinging.
Thank you, Laga. I was going to say that, but I always seem to be the poster child (or, uh, poster poster [ha!]) for nontraditional sexuality, and I didn't want to be predictable this time.
I think what Trudy meant was finding another person you love and having to go through that process again and again to weed out the ones that you couldn't/wouldn't.
Either way? Whole bunch of dating. Agh!!!!!
Signed: Please let it stop, oh God, make it stop.
[Edit: Yeah, what Aimee said. My personal objection is not a matter of morality, simply of fatigue.]
not a matter of morality, simply of fatigue.
One of the things that keeps me married.
Please let it stop, oh God, make it stop.
I fixed that problem by marrying my Tivo. He's the best thing that ever happened to me.
t /no really, I'm not pathetic
One of the things that keeps me married.
Well, that and he's smokin' hawt.
I fixed that problem by marrying my Tivo. He's the best thing that ever happened to me.
My current fix involves kicking and hitting of pads. And then when class is over having, um, vivid thoughts about my various instructors.
Not during class, however, because during class I'm a) too focused on not getting kicked in the head and b) hating their guts.
Last night, for example, the hating involved "Ok, tonight we're going to do ten push ups, ten crunches, ten jump squats. Let's see how many sets you can get through in three minutes. When the bell rings at each minute that just means push harder."
I keep wanting to say "I'm a fat girl! Stop doing this to me!!!!"
Do you know how long three minutes can last? A long long time.