Mayor ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
[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.
Bless you, sweeties. Please don't feel sorry for me. I stand firm on the foundation of...even with all that, I became me, and that's not bad.
It's just, every few blue moons, as you say amyth, with no apparent cause, I just sort of deflate.
Honestly, I really wrestled with saying anything at all because I don't want to be that ugly wet blanket. But I couldn't shake it...and this is one of the safest places on earth to be me.
I couldn't shake it...and this is one of the safest places on earth to be me.
Those are both excellent reasons to speak up here whenever you need to. And I'm so glad you became you in spite of the godawful path to get there.
Brackets and ma are because it is not a good day, but really you are a strong, successful, warm human being. I'm sorry you had to have a hard route, but you did do it.
and ION, I made a pound cake from this recipe today
It smelled really good before it went in the oven . smells so good now
I hope I can send brackets anyway {{Bonny}}
bonny, you're not a wet blanket! I'm glad you feel safe enough here to say anything. And thank you for saying it.
Now I feel all sniffly (thanks for the warmth) and am having a mad craving for pound cake. Go, powers of suggestion!
I think I'm going to slide right off my fairly successful diet (1200 calories per day) and go get some of the kettlecorn I like so much...watch some Primeval and go to bed early.
Yep. That's the ticket.
Oh, Bonny. So sorry about the trigger.
I was wondering what caused 150 posts. Who knew, the birds and the bees.
Dad gave the talk as he dropped me off for college, half out the door, he said "oh, and don't forget, if you go to a party, wear a party hat. See ya at Christmas". I looked quizzical, and then he gave the "you know..." look, and then it all made sense. He smiled, and drove back to New York. Thankfully, my step father had the Playboy channel, and tons of porn paperback novels.
As for school. My 6th grade year, a fellow 6th grader was pregnant, so they decided to start health class in 6th grade instead of 8th grade. Like others, it was the STD/AIDS/contraception failure rate stuff. Which scared the beejeebeez out of me. Worked. Far better than "don't do it!" speech. Alas, We then had health class 6th, 7th, 8th, and half of 9th grade. And since I moved in 9th grade, I had to take the half in both my schools. I was so over that class, it wasn't even funny. I remember one year a student asking "when are they going to teach us how to actually do it?"
if you go to a party, wear a party hat. See ya at Christmas
Just me, or does this sound vaguely like getting The Talk from Roger Sterling?