Couple of things. One, the red "petals" are actually leaves--it's the tiny yellow things that are the flowers. Two, you don't really keep poinsettias "going" as keep them alive. Which is different.
You need to force it into dormancy--convince it that it's winter--in order for it to "bloom" again next Christmas holidays. There are zillions of ways to do this (Google is your friend here); I do it by sticking my poinsettias out in the garage, inside of a cardboard box, sometime around now. The leaves all wither and fall off. This is fine. I water the plants minimally--think once a week at most--through to about late October. End of October, I bring them, quite dead looking, back into the house (and heat, light, etc.). The plants, thinking that it's Spring, then leaf out and by Christmas I have piles upon piles of poinsettia in full "bloom".
Should add, when I bring them back in, I give them a good watering and then keep the soil semi-moist to moist through the season.
xxJennifer (aka yr helpful florist)
Every one of my stories expresses some part of my persona, so...I'm good. Thank you.
In a public gym? Not at all. In a private facility? I'm fine, I know everyone there, and if I do something stupid, it's just me being me. That said, most of my exercise is done elsewhere--running, swimming, hiking, and other activities.
So, as to the title question, if a man is bisexual or heteroflexible, that's fine--monogamy is monogamy, and if he's with me, he's with me, not with anyone else. As to the other questions, a MMF is on my bucket list, but if it doesn't happen, so be it.
Owning my house is pretty important. I could sell the one I own now for three or four times what I paid years ago, but even then I'd be priced out of the local market. It's insane.
The home I spent most of my childhood years living in was recently sold for $1.7 million and then demolished to make way for two "Queen Anne Modern" houses in Seattle. As a child, the neighbourhood was very mixed economically; among my neighbours were a Boeing employee, a U.S. District Attorney (RIP Tom Wales), two King County Superior Court justices, a crabber who spent six to nine months of the year at sea, and our mail carrier.
All are gone now, most because property taxes skyrocketed, and now the neighbourhood is almost purely Amazon money.
Mind Is A Prison/Alec Benjamin
Welcome, Bee (I am trying to follow along, I think this is member Princess).
Anyway! Have some coffee, don't mind the tarantula, he's a good boy, chase that coffee with this bourbon. I'm Jennifer, or Jen, or Hey, you!, whatever works. Bill is that guy with the glasses. The rest should introduce themselves as they stagger in this morning.
Ah, ermm...I clicked on the link thinking horses...dammit. I ride Australian, a 17.2 hh Percheron x Thoroughbred gelding, now twelve years old. Anyway. Mac would shift his weight and crush a minibike.
I think I'll have some BBB with my coffee this morning, thanks.
Canadian, of straight English and Scottish descent. I don't have much in the way of immediate relatives--my mother was an only child--but a more distant relation traced my mother's side of the family back to about 600. It is what it is.
Isn't it handy that my own pastor sorted this simply when I went to her for counsel on this exact topic a few years ago? For reference, I am United Methodist.
Anyway! My pastor pulled up the site, then read several of my pieces. Thought a bit, then said that since G-d had seen fit to bless me with a dirty mind, then I was only sharing His divine gifts by writing porn. For her, and according to the principles of the church, it was that simple.
You can be a good person and not be Christian. You can call yourself a Christian and not be a good person. And, per my my pastor, you can definitely be a a good person, a good Christian, and be on Lush.
Every day, if possible. Not going to happen, but a girl can dream.
I agree with the other posters. Submit the story. Let it clear, let it be posted, learn from the result. You can always kill it (delete it) later, if need be.
With mine, I always take the attitude of "this is maybe probably definitely terrible, but eh, it's done". And it has worked out okay, in my case. Good luck!
Good boy, clean cut, in a conventional profession...with a bit of a streak of the bad boy in bed.
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~Jennifer
