The Finnish, Hungarian, and Estonian languages are closely related to each other.
The last thirty-six hours have already made me utterly happy, but on top of that I'm home again!
No, what crap it would be to feel that way. My wife had a radical mastectomy eight years ago, and although she feels herself to be less sexually appealing than before, I still think she is 100% the woman she was. (She has had a hip replacement, too, so she has some very serious scars; I don't care.)
I myself had a radical prostatectomy in 1994 and have been totally impotent and somewhat incontinent ever since. In my case, it's not that I fear that I'm sexually unappealing, I am absolutely unappealing, at least as far as my genitals are concerned. I live with it, flirting like crazy and acting on nothing. I have my fun.
Having dinner with very old friends, going to a show later on tonight, museum tomorrow, and another show tomorrow night.
I AM planning for the next few days, which will be a frenzy of going and doing.
I am amazed. Also appalled, disgusted, and astonished. Repelled, too. Oh yeah, nauseated.
If I give you my towel voluntarily, can I have back when you're done with the inspection?
Isn't the floor just the biggest shelf?
My "best" experience? Telling someone a fantasy that I'd never even put into words before that time, and getting a friendly, respectful, honest, and sexy response. I'll admit it: I was relieved. It opened the door for me to become a new man -- after my 67th birthday!
Once again, I would love to have a conversation with her -- and of course it would be intelligent!
...and then things went all pear-shaped.
This eyeball is glass. See?