Volkswagen, Toyota and Ford girl here.
So, about that "running with the bulls" thing...
Never have been swimming naked--at least not intentionally.
Did end up in a bra and panties in a pool in university after going in fully clothed after a swimmer who was doing her damnedest to drown in twelve freaking feet of water. I don't think that counts, though, and it certainly wasn't relaxing.
Definitely not from Texas, but welcome to Lush! Have fun!
Thin Mints, and then Do-Si-Dos.
Panty lines are pretty far down on my personal running list of Things To Worry About Today. So, I guess I'm in the Who Cares? camp.
Friends that I met here and continued to be friends with outside of Lush? Yes. Perhaps four. Two good, one very good. As in call me in the middle of the night to bitch about work very good.
Crush? No, not really the crushing sort. Fuck buddy? No.
Well, my birthday falls on a particularly inauspicious day in American history, so I understand when people forget it. Heck, I forget that it's my birthday.
On the plus side? Every birthday since that birthday in 2001, if I wake up, turn on CNN and nothing has been bombed, hijacked, or otherwise caused horror on American soil, then my birthday is totally made. So the bar is set pretty low as to what constitutes a "happy birthday" now.
I honestly can't think of something I truly, truly hate doing...maybe getting up on a ladder to clean the gutters?
I know I've answered this before...but swallow. So much tidier than spitting.
I think the scoring system as it currently sits is fine.
I'm sorry, I just never had the time in my day to scrutinise my timeline and correlate this score with that person. I'm not knocking authors who did do that, I'm saying that I don't understand the thinking behind doing it.
As to "low-voting" or "trolls", welp, they're always going to exist. It is what it is. Me, I either finish a story (meaning that it earns a 5) or I don't (meaning that I don't score at all).
Well, let's break this down, shall we?
One, this "gal"--like a lot of women--doesn't particularly like being referred to as a "gal". Just...don't. It's not attractive and doesn't speak to your intelligence.
Now that that's out of the way, on to addressing your question. As the unwitting recipient of multiple "cum tribute" photos, I can tell you with some authority that no, I personally do not like "cum tribute" photos and I rather doubt that there are a huge number of women out there who do like such photos.
You want to masturbate to my pic or my story? Fine. I just don't need visual evidence, okay? Not unless I know you very well and ask for a pic--which hasn't happened yet in my Lushverse.
No. Not so much because of the initial pain of the piercing, but because of the complications a piercing can cause during childbirth. Yikes. Nope.
To Kill A Mockingbird
Twelve Angry Men (yah, yah, it wasn't based on a book--it was adapted from a play. Still good.)
One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest
Midnight In The Garden Of Good And Evil
Charlie And The Chocolate Factory (both the Gene Wilder and Johnny Depp versions)
James And The Giant Peach
The English Patient
...and of course, all of the Harry Potter movies.
Mine appeared and then disappeared, as well. I think it's something to do with the manual sorting through the comps and whatnot. It's still a lovely idea even if I've not earned one yet.
I'm sorry, are you trying to ask what would happen to any given member who submitted a piece based on someone elses' personal experience(s), without the permission of that someone else?
If that's the question, the answer most likely is, probably a lot of nothing. It'd be very difficult for a person to prove that he or she (or his or her experience) was the same person(s) portrayed in a work of fiction, even if actual names were used. I'm not even sure how one would go about arguing such a thing.
That said, if you're planning to write a piece based on someone else's experience(s), and they have conveyed to you that they do not wish to have their personal experience(s) used as the basis for that piece, then you're a pretty shitty person if you go ahead and do it anyway.
Congratulations, Jeff. The award is well-deserved.
Scowling unhappily at my poem. Now it's at the "finished" point, meaning either I a) become really frustrated, say "fuck it" and trash it entirely or b) become really frustrated, say "fuck it" and submit it. These mods vetting these poems deserve some kind of special praise.
Coffee. A few bites of reheated red potatoes, and more coffee.
Nope. Probably should be, but I'm not.