To be fair, it can be difficult to talk about things you never witnessed.
'Beneath You'
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.
*snerk!*
Well, thanks. The sad part is that if these dudes posted in the spirit of inquiry, Dan Savage or Dr. Internet, et all might be able to help. But they always act like, when they screw, they are really looking to disprove the Loch Ness Monster or go on mythbusters. (Not that there *isn't* mythology going around about that topic, of course.) But I think it's supposed to be loving(or at least fun)
A friend of mine that I've known off-and-on since eighth grade wants to be in more touch(I don't, I think, mean porn, but she *is* hinting around about some Identity Revelations(as truthfully, when is she not? She is That Person, somehow, even if I kind of think we all should be...maybe not this much.) still not 100% sure that porn is *completely* off the table. We had a big fight during Evangelical Phase 2.0(she was being pushy and judgemental, I was too crushed-out on a guy whose feelings were elsewhere to be sensible...we apologized for that, and I got a real flash of what it might be like to be...idk, Jane Fonda's tween bff. Cause it's probably been twenty years and twenty phases.She's a good person and more fun than I make it sound,but sort of a...born convert. We were roommates during a tough time for both of us...should it be like, "We rode coal together," now. Do I have to share my phone number?
If you're having doubts about it, email is much easier to file away and come back to when you feel more capable of an appropriate response. So I'd say no, you don't have to, and youo should only share your phone number if you're enthusiastic about doing so, rather than just comfortable.
This is filtered through my own biases and prejudices, clearly.
Thanks, babe. Maybe sometime, not right now, then,ETA: Kind of feeling like she'll go chase something shiny, anyway. Although I'm happy to share that I'm not upset anymore. Mom said maybe she quit drinking...maybe, actually. Although you can see where I get my infailable-hostess instincts from.
cheerios; Think somebody at the Pyramid Collection watched Andie in Pretty in Pink cut up that prom dress even more than I have. Even though it's just a blouse, not a dress...it sort of calls that to mind.
Even though, probably nobody cares, I thought I'd explain my new tag beyond saying that I think Fiona is great. Although she is, and I'm not sure how many Bitches watched Shameless, but unlike most girls on TV that say they're messy, it's not because they aren't size zeroes or care about their jobs...Fiona really is, you know, something of a project: guardian of her brothers and sisters, spent time in jail, kind of the ultimate at being self-made, but she still has energy enough to love hard and self-love enough to make a pitch for herself, in a way I've never really heard women on TV do. I take some strength from that, right now. (sometimes my crossover brain wants to put Fiona in the mass exchange of Slayer power at the end of Buffy. I think she would find it Bitchin, to find topic for an instant. But while I'm not swamped, I don't think I have time to really do that. I think about it a lot, though.) I mean, I'm not in my ten-year-old feelings enough to think "If she can do it, too," even if ten-year-olds should watch "Shameless" which I would say "Hell no," to., but I don't know, encouragement is hard to find for me at the moment.
Now I want to watch Shameless.
It seems to be really love-it-or-hate it. My mother was kind of like "Lived the drunk-dad thing. Don't consider it entertainment." and I may not watch every episode because they are getting to that whole "Long-running drama: Let's throw things at the wall and see what sticks," kind of deal, but the acting is really great, and the writing has its moments. (Although it often comes back to repeated realizations that somebody in a really nice house usually doesn't have it more together than the Gallaghers do. That, more than copious nudity of every description is why I started it during lockdown and stuff.)