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[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.
Scrappy, what I found in bellydance is that even the most body-conscious beginners lose that shyness as they learn to focus on function and purpose rather than unrealistic beauty expectations. You can can do it!!
Nora, thanks for sharing that recipe, looks good.
Ouch, Hil. Take care of that burn.
Cass, you might want to tuck a small tub of Damp-Rid under your sink for a week or two till the wood dries out, just to prevent lingering damp and musty.
Good call! I need to get some of that. I'll get the hangy one, I think it'll work in the space.
Sparky! Your phone isn't accepting calls, but I spoke to Whale and confirmed.
I put a cool-ish compress on the burn when it first happened, and it's not hurting too much now unless something touches it. It seems similar to the one I got last year when my arm touched the top of the oven as I was taking out some cookies. I'll keep an eye on it and go to a doctor if it doesn't seem to be healing properly.
I went to the local dance shop and got tights, a leotard and a dance skirt to wear when practicing skating. I NEVER wear short skirts. I NEVER wear tight clothes. This going to be hard.
You can do it, Scrappy! What monster said is absolutely true in ballroom as well. Once you get to concentrating on your thing and what you're doing and improving your craft/performance, you'll totally forget what you're wearing.
Thanks, peeps. I think you;re right. I see women of all sizes rocking the practice dresses on the rink, and it is about time I join their number.
Encouragement to Scrappy said, can I just add how nervous I am about my upcoming competition? I'm have faux hair! I'm going to have to spray tan! I'm going to be wearing rhinestones at 10AM! EEP!
No shit. Wow.
sj, yeah, I used to think it was my job. But it doesn't pay worth dick. And if you're not nice it gives so much currency to the Bitter Cripple thing, and argh. Sometimes I feel like giving up on meeting people in meatspace, period. Other disabled people bitch at me, and Able-Bodied People want to go over "What happened?" for the millonth-billionth time. And if I try to lighten it up by making a joke or whatever Carolyn Hax would say, all I get is the fascinating "Wow, you're sure not what I expected!" or "I think it's so *refreshing* the way you laugh at yourself."(Which,ok, are not Horrible Insults. I just wish people wanted to keep my attention the way I'm expected,almost commanded, to keep theirs.)