In mourning for Gay Pride?
(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction, In Your Pants -- Rolling Stones
Songs in the Key of Life -- Stevie Wonder
Aja -- Steely Dan
The White Album -- Beatles
Kind of Blue -- Miles Davis
Diamonds and Rust -- Joan Baez
[Things I don't own] A tuxedo and all the trimmings
[Things I do own] Black crew-neck T-shirt
Version 1: I found Lush by accident. I liked the stories and told some of the authors so. Then I discovered conversation with those authors, and that wonderful interaction keeps me here. Trading picture comments with friends is nice, but real talk is better.
Version 2: I am delighted that I can be completely open with my friends, and that they're willing to be equally open with me. [Of course, I haven't discovered any lies yet, but even that would most likely not drive me away.] The level of trust that I've found so far is amazing; I cherish that.
Version 3: I am completely captivated by the variety of sexual experience that I can read about here. I've obviously led a very sheltered life. I'm going to stay until I understand all of it.
All of those are true.
Turn to the left and cough, please.
While you're doing that, I'll resume my proper place. Which is right here. Being the sexiest.
Actually, you had this. It's mine now, as it should be.
Absolutely! It's all good, but fingernails digging into my cheeks will turn me inside out. Every time.
As for "how far should she go?", the answer is she hasn't reached the limit yet, so I can't tell.
Yes, indeed! "The Maltese Falcon", "His Girl Friday," the Tracy/Hepburn movies, the Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers movies, etc., etc.
TPBM prefers coffee to tea, and espresso to coffee.
Well, I'm back from my break. Thanks for covering for me, guys, but I'm taking back the position. There's only one sexiest, and that would be... me.