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Grace
Over 90 days ago
Lesbian Cis Female, 76
United States

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No, but it's a thought.

Have you ever thought there was something seriously wrong with you physically but it was a false alarm?
Several, mostly against the Vietnam war and the draft.

Have you ever been recognised by your community?
Baby, it's cold outside. Dang water's froze up.

Coffee, please, cream no sugar.
How the hell am I suposed to know what the damn question is?
I think long for the most part, but some women look stunning with short hair.

Lions or tigers?
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...to the point of not answering the question or asking a new one....


Exactly.

Burritos.

Cold in front of a fire or hot with AC?
My friends denied all knowledge, but I'm pretty sure they arranged it. Have you ever woken up to an orgasm? That was my first.
Mine is mostly hidden most of the time, but she will come out to play if asked. I figure fairly average.

I've never personally met an exceptionally large clit, but I would have no problem with one. All women are beautiful, and all women's parts are beautiful. Even me and mine.
It just occurred to me that men don't actually have trouble finding women's clits. The fact is, some men are under the impression that clits are like fish. Under a certain size, they throw them back.
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i'm willing to provide a testimonial.


I need further verification.
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just guessing here, but I would say 2,682,391


I've had that many perform oral on me. I'm reasonably sure I missed some.
Pussy, definitely pussy, but I do miss having the occasional cock in my throat.
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Hope things will be okay.

Good so far, have to start a new antibiotic I’m a bit worried about. Has bad side effects.


It's okay. I suffer from CRAFT disease, so I have no idea what I was worried about.

I wound up in hospital because of an antibiotic. I also met my first husband, so overall that was a definite win.
Where I am. Watching my husband and critters sleep while I mingle with my friends.
(Likewise, not caught.)

Yes. I was hitchhiking to San Francisco and the owner, a perfect gentleman, let me take the yoke for a while.

Have you ever hitched in an unconventional manner?


For Vanessa and LikeToWrite. I tried to find an actual Jimi Hendrix version, but no luck.

Terri, this comes to mind:


"There was once an old sailor my grandfather knew
Who had so many things which he wanted to do
That, whenever he thought it was time to begin,
He couldn't because of the state he was in.

He was shipwrecked, and lived on an island for weeks,
And he wanted a hat, and he wanted some breeks;
And he wanted some nets, or a line and some hooks
For the turtles and things which you read of in books.

And, thinking of this, he remembered a thing
Which he wanted (for water) and that was a spring;
And he thought that to talk to he'd look for, and keep
(If he found it) a goat, or some chickens and sheep.

Then, because of the weather, he wanted a hut
With a door (to come in by) which opened and shut
(With a jerk, which was useful if snakes were about),
And a very strong lock to keep savages out.

He began on the fish-hooks and when he'd begun
He decided he couldn't because of the sun.

So he knew what he ought to begin with, and that
Was to find, or to make, a large sun-stopping hat.
He was making the hat with some leaves from a tree,
When he thought, " I'm as hot as a body can be,
And I've nothing to take for my terrible thirst;
So I'll look for a spring, and I'll look for it first . "

Then he thought as he started, " Oh, dear and oh, dear!
I'll be lonely to-morrow with nobody here! "
So he made in his note-book a couple of notes:
" I must first find some chickens "
and " No, I mean goats . "

He had just seen a goat (which he knew by the shape)
When he thought, " But I must have a boat for escape.
But a boat means a sail, which means needles and thread;
So I'd better sit down and make needles instead. "

He began on a needle, but thought as he worked,
That, if this was an island where savages lurked,
Sitting safe in his hut he'd have nothing to fear,
Whereas now they might suddenly breathe in his ear!

So he thought of his hut ... and he thought of his boat,
And his hat and his breeks, and his chickens and goat,
And the hooks (for his food) and the spring (for his thirst) ...
But he never could think which he ought to do first.

And so in the end he did nothing at all,
But basked on the shingle wrapped up in a shawl.
And I think it was dreadful the way he behaved —
He did nothing but basking until he was saved!"

:AA Milne


Oh course, if you have a better idea than basking I'm willing.