And, let me say for the record, there is something to be said for having librarians as coworkers. Some minor excesses of cute cat stories, but nobody of the dangerous-crazy variety.

Is he Bob from the office down the hall?

And, NO, I'm not having the conversation. I fell for it when y'all needed more details about the goat, and that cost me 20 minutes out of my lunch hour. Never again.

Come ON! You cannot let this go! We need to know more.

He's the one who questioned my Firefly cred. He's the one that fed live goats to his 18+ foot snakes. He gets UV-visible tattoos. He got his porn BBSs shut down by the government. He...he...just, I don't even know.

Maybe he's discussing his RPGs?

Maybe he's discussing his RPGs?

What RPG lets you eat human flesh?

I'm thinking this co-worker makes Gus look like George Washington in comparison.

A map of the US, showing how likely straight people are to want to have a same-sex experience:

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Sullivan asks, "What's up with Oregon?" A reader responds (Bicurious Oregon):

I think the answer to your question "What's up with Oregon?" could be answered in one word: Portland. For whatever reason, it seems to be extremely sexually adventurous town. Bisexuality and open relationships don't even raise our eyebrows. Polyamory even edges into the discussion from time to time.

I wish I had some stats on why, but I can only go on my experience. I'm a (99%) straight male that's done more than my fair share of dating and I can't think of a single solidly straight woman I've ever dated here. I've even dated lesbians. How is that possible? You'd have to allow them to explain the complexities of their sexuality because I never got that one myself.

Point is, things that don't fly elsewhere in the country seem to be normal in our little bubble. Also, the percentage of young residents who use OK Cupid in places like Portland is probably much higher than Alabama, the bluest on the OK Cupid map. People tend to settle down early in those parts. The people who escape the South and Midwest (like myself) flee to the coasts - places where being liberal minded about politics, sexuality, and oh, you know, recycling a can, aren't viewed with hostility by their neighbors.

Huh.

Maybe he just means he bites his nails.

Maybe he just means he bites his nails.

Occasionally I'll bite a hangnail off and then swallow it. Wow, I'm just like him. (Now to see if my cat will eat goat.)

Long pig, baby. He was really insistent that his cubemate know he wasn't talking about anything literally porcine. And his cubemate *so* readily changed the subject.