I think he just didn't think teenage girls could have sexual desire? Either way, he was wronger than a wrong thing.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
I am the sender of the dragon art, sj.
Thank you so much, Ginger! It's wonderful! What an amazingly thoughtful gift.
From what I remember of being a 15-year-old girl, I think I had just about every feeling possible. Fifteen seemed to involve a whole lot of feelings.
ltc and I survived our first afternoon alone. Now TCG is home and making dinner because he's awesome.
I had some vegan tuna for dinner. It was OK. I didn't really expect any better than OK, but once I knew it existed, I had to try it once. Definitely not buying it again -- when I want something tuna-ish, I can mash up some chickpeas with some vegan mayo, and it tastes better and is a whole lot cheaper. Also, now my stomach hurts.
I just ordered this t-shirt, because it just called out to me: [link]
It might be the first non-superhero t-shirt I've bought in a long time. Which reminds me that I need to get a Flash t-shirt.
That shirt is perfect for you, Teppy!
Nice shirt, Teppy! Have you seen the cake or death shirt on Facebook?
We ran into the same lady who objected to us having ltc out again today, this time at the farmers market. She grabbed my mother's arm and wanted to know why she had her out. The woman is not well, I think.
Why is *she* out, is my question.
I love that shirt, Tep.
I am at the beach. It's going pretty well; would be going better if a) I weren't in massive amounts of pain and therefore not only dealing with that but my parents looking at me all sad and shit and b) having to start looking for a new place to live which interferes with my aggressive chillaxing schedule. Books are being consumed at a furious rate, which is delightful.
My mom: Every time we see you, you're in such pain.
My inner response: It's called *chronic* pain for a reason, Mama.