In middle school I know I read Clan of the Cave Bear (I think) and Stephen King was REALLY popular and everyone was reading his books. I think IT was the one that got talked about the most.
And I read a lot of Flowers in the Attic and related things. Plus I would just roam around the public library and pull books at random. I read one book (I wish I remembered the title) about two sisters and a brother living in some kind of house and I think something happened to one of the sisters and the other didn't realize anyone was aging and stayed mentally a child. ANd there was incest.
Mom was pretty liberal about the movies she'd rent for us, although occasionally she'd bring home the wrong one. Like the time she meant to rent Empire of the Sun and came home with The Last Emperor. She didn't turn it off even when it was clear a threesome was going on but that wasn't what she expected.
Casper once thought that the penis had to stay in the vagina for the entire duration of the pregnancy, but she was 6 at the time. We have the really great kid-sex books, It's So Amazing (for the early elementary school set) and It's Perfectly Normal (for pre-teens). Also, lots of Nature documentaries. Sex - it's actually Science! In our house at the moment, anyway.
Casper once thought that the penis had to stay in the vagina for the entire duration of the pregnancy, but she was 6 at the time.
Well that would be awkward!
I just tried on all my shorts/capris (...living in Seattle, I only have two pairs of shorts. A few capri pants. Mostly I wear them on vacation) and am frustrated because they seem to either be skin-tight, or so loose that they settle low on my hips and come right off if I tug on them. ...and that seems to have nothing to do with size, as some of the tight ones are a larger size and some of the loose ones a smaller size! Grr.
Casper once thought that the penis had to stay in the vagina for the entire duration of the pregnancy, but she was 6 at the time.
Like a plug?
Did she think it detatched?
And there's already an offer out for the Bay Area position. Oh, well.
I have an awful headache that came on last night and I'm probably getting sick, so that's contributing to my feeling of hopelessness about finding another position at my company. And also my bitter resentment that I've got a fire hose of work pointed at me.
As a kid, I was confused about cow sexuality, but that was because of all the cow-lesbianism I saw.
We didn't have bulls on our farm because they were dangerous. Which meant we had to determine when a cow was in heat before we'd call a breeder who's use a plastic glove that went up to his armpit and... you can guess the rest. My dad would stress to us the importance of telling him when a cow was in heat because if we missed it we'd have to wait a month until they were in heat again and we'd lose out on a month's milk production from that cow.
What we were told to watch for was when a cow was "riding" on another cow as if the first cow was a bull. This was called "bulling." If two cows were bulling and the cow on the bottom stood still, this meant the cow on the bottom was in heat and that the breeder needed to be called.
So for example, I'd tell my dad, "Number six was bulling number 37." My dad would ask, "Was number 37 standing still?" and I'd say, "Yes." That was it as far as I was concerned--I didn't' understand the reasons the cows behaved as they did.
Audition~ma in abundance, ND!
