Spike ,'Selfless'
[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.
It makes me think of my Finnish ancestors when they moved to the US. The first thing they'd do with their land is build a sauna. Then they'd live in (and use) the sauna while they built a house and barn.
Mine did the same thing! In fact, I believe my grandmother was born in the sauna, either because the main house wasn't done yet or because it was a good source of hot water.
Mine did the same thing!
Where did they live? My grandparents had a dairy farm near Alexandria, MN. My great-grandfather worked in the mines in Minnesota (I think) to raise the money to bring his wife over from Finland.
I love that I've been disappeared for the better part of two weeks and when I come in, we're talking sex toys. Love. It.
Know what else I love, since it's all about me? Teaching. Or at least I love the little bit of it that I'm doing. I'm happier in the past six days of this job than I was the last six months at Old Job.
t sigh of relief
Yay, Aims! That is wonderful to hear.
Teaching can be an utter joy sometimes.
David, I don't want to make this a huge thing but I also don't want to just ignore it. So I am saying something.
When you said earlier "Oh fuck off." to someone and I commented with "The hell?" What I should have done was quote the Etiquette page "The Buffistas are an inclusive, welcoming, and flame-free community. Play nice, and you've found a home away from home. If you make personal attacks or offensive posts, or try to start a fight, you will be shunned." because your comment was really uncomfortable to read even while not directed at me. It wasn't something appropriate to this community.
Cass, it bugged me too, so I'm glad you said something. I was trying to figure out a way it was meant in jest but, you know, there's no tone on the Internet.
I had a mother who wouldn't let me have tampons in the bathroom. I couldn't even have them out in my room. I had to hide them. So, you think that I would leave sex toys out? Oh, hell no.
PERIOD PERIOD PERIOD.
(I love stories about your dad, Vortex.)
Thanks, P-C. I don't want wank. But it made me uncomfortable and my brain never stopped feeling that way even when I kept trying to stop thinking about it.
I found Trudy's comment to be personally insulting and purposefully provocative. In other words, she offended me.