Someone is clearly getting into the Spirit of the Season: [link]
Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
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 used to get tickets to concerts in the Kennedy Center's Concert Hall, in the obstructed view section (way at the top at one end of the row) and there was a couple who'd be there every week making out.
I'd have what she's having. I'm torn about the sound effects, though...have sort of found it a strike against me that, well, privacy has always been at something of a premium and/or maybe I've never had anything good enough not to be thinking of...whoever who's down the hall.(Both could be true...surely nobody here is surprised I'm erotically remedial, right? Although I used to think I did a better job distracting from it.) Sometimes people have wanted, well, not quite commentary, but...and life has taught me to be quick and quiet. (Of course, if that happened at a concert, I could probably make everyone apologize to me because of, you know, involuntary movements and such.)
Although I feel like I have to say that, though I love the theater...I don't think I love it carnally.
I wish my relationships with other disabled people(mostly the women, but I've heard about Letting The Side Down from men, too, on occasion, in one case at a time when a lady doesn't want career advice) could be less competitive. I'm proud of myself for not giving in and trying to find things to rub their faces in, too, and not just because things are feeling slow right now.
Go Erika! That kind of restraint doesn’t come easy.
Well, thanks. (does it still count if you think it might be a reach to have tried anyway? But I could've come up with something, given that there are *two* fake contests that I have entered without my knowledge) It's okay, though. S. can be The Cute One and R. can be The Smart One...I don't really care.(Except for one thing...not sure how I always end up the sidekick so often in my relationships with others. I mean, it's one thing with these women because they've known me forever---I probably was more of a zeppo.) And I don't need to be Martha all the time...just not that thrilled by a lifelong future as a Vandella, every time I might make a friend or something. Honestly, it wouldn't kill me if S. or R. could see me differently, either, but I'm not sure that ever really happens.
Well, if you wanted to know, this seems to be humanity's first recorded kiss ... perhaps Ea Nasir spending some copper?
Looking at the Related Stories at the bottom of that article...somebody on this website REALLY doesn't like kissing.
I know...what a drag, right? Might explain why they haven't got better ones.