Fuck cancer. Fuck it right in its ugly little ears.
Xander ,'Lessons'
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.
Oh, fucking hell, Connie. I'm so sorry.
I'm tired of having to be strong.
You don't have to be, here.
That's right, Connie, weep, wail, swear and rage here. We'll be doing it with you.
Man Connie. Take the time you need from work - as much as you can allow.
Arms wide open, Connie. Like Scrappy (and everyone else) is saying...Right here with you.
I hate telling meat people these sorts of things, because they gush at me in my personal space and I have to deal with their dramatic reactions in real time instead of being able to make announcements and then retreat into the shadows for a couple of minutes while the reaction takes place and then settles. And then I have to reassure *them* that I'm coping etc.
It may be that I need a better level of meatspace companions.
And then I have to reassure *them* that I'm coping etc.
Wow. This resonates so much with me.
Not necessary here, thank goodness.
Oh, Connie. I'm so sorry.
I'm tired of having to be strong.
I feel you on this one. I didn't have to be here, and it saved my sanity. Do whatever you need to in this space. We can handle it.
This place has gotten me through a lot. Having a place to be able to react or just be is important.