I've never really got near many men, so I don't know what my preferences are, but I do know that if I liked a bloke, I wouldn't mind if he had hair or not, as long as I liked him as a person.
I don't know if I will always think like that, but I hope so. People cannot choose the bodies they are born with, and whilst they can do things about some stuff, to me, the body is just a shell that houses the person I like. Anything else about them physically we find attractive is a bonus, in my mind. If the bloke prefers to keep his hair, who am I to say he shouldn't? I would rather he was comfortable and happy with himself than worrying about what I thought.
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Gingerbread Lover
You can get bras with a deeper support to them. I only ever wear one style, Triumph Doreen. At 40J, I need proper scaffolding, and out of all the ones I have tried as I grew up through puberty and to date, that is the only one that actually supports and shapes me well, and feels comfortable. I have the normal one, not the one that hugs the ribs too ("longline", I believe it's called), but if the corset is helping, maybe that will too.
It probably isn't at all what you want, but desperate times, etc... fficial&client=firefox-a&um=1&ie=UTF-8&hl=en&tbm=isch&source=og&sa=N&tab=wi&ei=9fQ_T7iOLYPNhAe327nqBQ&biw=1015&bih=590&sei=_PQ_T-iMIMnN0QXo7NWPDw" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer">http://www.google.co.uk/search?q=triumph+doreen&oe=utf-8&rls=org.mozilla:en-GB
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It may be worth going and getting a pro to listen and measure for you, if you have been doing it yourself. Every site and chart is different, but every woman is different too. Perhaps ask friends to recommend a shop or pro fitter if you haven't been before? They may be able to help you better, as you can explain the issues - they've heard it all! Good luck!
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Gingerbread Lover
Thank you so much, everybody.
I feel a bit better; I've written something I feel a lot more comfortable with now. Oddly, I shared vulnerable truth in it that I shared with exactly 2 people before, and nobody else, but I feel easier sharing that with the world than the made-up something I started this thread about.
Again, thank you, and especially for the PMs (you all know who you are), I found them of great comfort.
I feel a bit better; I've written something I feel a lot more comfortable with now. Oddly, I shared vulnerable truth in it that I shared with exactly 2 people before, and nobody else, but I feel easier sharing that with the world than the made-up something I started this thread about.
Again, thank you, and especially for the PMs (you all know who you are), I found them of great comfort.
Gingerbread Lover
Quote by Buttermelt
Its ok for those blessed with Cleavage
It's really not that great - you squeeze past people in a busy shop (like where I work), or get squashed up against strangers on a packed bus, and they all think you're 63 times friendlier than you really are! Plus, when I hit puberty, I couldn't play the piano the way my teacher wanted me to because they grew too big for my short arms to navigate round, so I had to bend my back to reach the stupid keys properly! Positives and negatives for both kinds, I think!
Gingerbread Lover
Quote by Mazza
Daisy, I've read MF's story, it is VERY good...
For one about fish, check this out - it's really very clever:
http://www.lushstories.com/stories/voyeur/how-humans-do-it-a-fisheye-view-of-sex.aspx
Yup, fish, sex... WHat more could you ask for!!
Gingas!
Off to read me some stories, thank you.
Gingerbread Lover
Quote by Magical_felix
First off, I'm going to say that I think the "vanilla" label is stupid. If you want to write about missionary sex, boy meets girl and they have loving sex, or anything else that some may think is vanilla then that is their problem, not yours. The site would be pretty boring if all the stories were the same. So if I were you, I would keep writing about whatever you have the most fun writing. Writing what you enjoy will most likely transfer from your brain, through your fingers and into your computer the best, creating better writing, most likely.
I have gotten rejected a couple times too. Mostly for using words that are banned and once for a non consent issue. These kind of thing shouldn't detour you. In fact, it gives you another chance to re-read your story and improve it. If it is an issue with your entire plot then take the best bits of your story and just try to rearrange it into a story that will be accepted. It's a fun challenge.
Also, I am ashamed of about 95% of the things in my stories... I find it more fun for myself to write about more ridiculous situations. I mean, I have written about the devil puppeteering a young bride into having anal sex with a priest in a confessional... Not everyone is going to find it as amusing as I do but who cares? Just write what you like to write.
Be different, don't conform to what you think people want to read because you will find that you can't please everyone anyway.
Happy writing!
Linkage or title, please.
That sounds brilliant! Thank you very much for your reply. I don't really know what I want to write about, I just know I love doing it. I won't make this particular mistake again, though.
I might write about gingerbread couples trying to have smoochies and then a mutant fish comes along and totally noms on them. That's two of my favourite things right there.
*Edit: "Cookie Carnage" *
Gingerbread Lover
Quote by gypsymoth
Hi Daisy,
I'm the Moderator who reviewed your story. I won't go into a lot of details here, but if you wish to contact me by PM, please do so.
You write very well. Your story has a lot of potential, and could be edited so it meets our guidelines.
Write for yourself and what you feel to be true in your own moral code. Don't feel you need to write to someone else's expectations, especially if by doing so you feel uncomforatble.
Personally, I do not feel I need to write for the expectations or common tastes of readers here or elsewhere. There are more than enough writers to satisfy those readers and their expectations, and I am not suited to writing that way. For me, it is liberating to know I do not need to write yet another version of a story that has been written, rewritten, rehashed, and served up again. If it isn't a subject or theme I want or need to express myself on, then the pressure is off. Someone else can rehash the same old stuff, not me.
Honey, then in that case, don't ever do it! This isn't an obligation or punishment, not should it be. Give yourself a break, you write well, be true to yourself, and no-one else.
Again, be true to yourself. At this point, it sounds as though you have been beating yourself up over it. Try and step back, get some distance, and leave it for the time being. Don't berate yourself over it any more, please!
I don't know how to make you feel better about yourself in terms of the effort you put into your story, but all I can tell you is it wasn't as bad, terrible or horrendous as you think it might have been to read it. Your own moral aversion to some of it, however, is entirely up to you to resolve. Write for yourself and your own moral code and expectations. Ultimately it is with yourself you have to live, so be true to yourself.
You're an excellent writer. This is a rough patch you have to work through, but it does not mean you have done anything wrong.
Take care,
Gypsy
Thank you, I appreciate that very much.
Gingerbread Lover
Sorry, I know this is Ask the Guys, but... 
I fell in love with someone (long, messy, ridiculous story), and then found out the truth about him. It was only after he broke my heart that I actually knew I was in love with him.
The reason it hurt so much was because the person I fell in love with never actually existed - therefore, it was a grieving process, a bereavement even though nobody had died (even though I wished I could).
That's the reason I'm replying: having one's heart broken is a death - the realisation that a person is somebody else, or that they will no longer be a part of our life, is a bereavement in its way.
I wouldn't wish what I went through on anybody, except the knobhead who purposely hurt me, and I know for a fact that the woman - amongst others - that he cheated on me with makes him as miserable as he makes her. It's brilliant.
The bit I especially relate to in this heartfelt comment is that we Can't truly love those who don't love us back... We merely imagine we do. In fact, we fall in love with an IDEA of the person, not with who they really are....
My heartbreak was called FXXXX, we lived together for four years before circumstance forced us both to other countries, other lives.... When we both returned, years later, seperately obviously, to Ireland we began dating, just as friends.... But in truth, I still loved her... And we'd do dinner, movies and theatre or concerts and we'd stay over at each other's houses and we'd sleep together, but just for cuddles and comfort.... No sex. And occasionally we'd date other people, properly date, I mean, and I would be deeply hurt when that would happen, and, in truth, she Hated it when I had a girlfriend....
But we'd always end up back in each other's arms, her being comforted over her latest bastard, me waiting for her to come around....
And then she fell in love with someone else. Really, in love.
And the shock of that almost killed me.
I had never, ever seen her happier. Not with all I'd ever done for her or however much I loved her. And that hurt me.
Until I realised that she wasn't the girl I had loved all those years ago, of course, she had changed, I just never allowed myself to see or accept that.... You Know, for YEARS, I waited on a girl who only existed in my dreams.
Silly fucking Boy.....
We don't speak now. I met someone else too, eventually, because I allowed myself to, and oddly, that irks her.
But I remember loving her.
And I'm glad I was lucky enough to do that.
xx SF
I fell in love with someone (long, messy, ridiculous story), and then found out the truth about him. It was only after he broke my heart that I actually knew I was in love with him.
The reason it hurt so much was because the person I fell in love with never actually existed - therefore, it was a grieving process, a bereavement even though nobody had died (even though I wished I could).
That's the reason I'm replying: having one's heart broken is a death - the realisation that a person is somebody else, or that they will no longer be a part of our life, is a bereavement in its way.
I wouldn't wish what I went through on anybody, except the knobhead who purposely hurt me, and I know for a fact that the woman - amongst others - that he cheated on me with makes him as miserable as he makes her. It's brilliant.
The bit I especially relate to in this heartfelt comment is that we Can't truly love those who don't love us back... We merely imagine we do. In fact, we fall in love with an IDEA of the person, not with who they really are....
My heartbreak was called FXXXX, we lived together for four years before circumstance forced us both to other countries, other lives.... When we both returned, years later, seperately obviously, to Ireland we began dating, just as friends.... But in truth, I still loved her... And we'd do dinner, movies and theatre or concerts and we'd stay over at each other's houses and we'd sleep together, but just for cuddles and comfort.... No sex. And occasionally we'd date other people, properly date, I mean, and I would be deeply hurt when that would happen, and, in truth, she Hated it when I had a girlfriend....
But we'd always end up back in each other's arms, her being comforted over her latest bastard, me waiting for her to come around....
And then she fell in love with someone else. Really, in love.
And the shock of that almost killed me.
I had never, ever seen her happier. Not with all I'd ever done for her or however much I loved her. And that hurt me.
Until I realised that she wasn't the girl I had loved all those years ago, of course, she had changed, I just never allowed myself to see or accept that.... You Know, for YEARS, I waited on a girl who only existed in my dreams.
Silly fucking Boy.....
We don't speak now. I met someone else too, eventually, because I allowed myself to, and oddly, that irks her.
But I remember loving her.
And I'm glad I was lucky enough to do that.
xx SF
Gingerbread Lover
I don't know if I'm posting this in the right place, so I apologise if I'm not.
I also apologise for how much I'm writing - it just comes out. I will put the important bits in big writing at the bottom so you can choose whether or not to read the rest of the waffle.
And if you don't like sad people, consider yourself warned!
The Background:
Talking about sex (rather than listening to people talk to each other) is very, very new to me. I was brought up in a particular way, and I never had chance to experience anything for myself until the last couple of years. I'm always getting told off for innuendos, but in reality, I don't really know my areole from my anus (and I don't know if I used the correct form of "areole"!). I joined Lush because I was curious and wanted to learn and ask stuff, which I've started doing.
I read a few stories, and wondered if people would like to read a couple of my memories. It turned out they did a bit, and usually up for a challenge and to stretch what skills I might have, I branched out a little and wrote a story purely from my imagination. I gained a bit of confidence afterwards, because whilst I found it difficult to write about something I have never experienced, it was good to try and make my brain imagine things.
After asking for some constructive criticism on the three stories I had written, I was told that they were very "vanilla" as far as Lush goes, which is true. I decided I wanted to attempt thinking more like I think other Lush readers might think. If you know what I mean.
I did manage to roll that story out, and when I read it back to myself, I could see one character playing out my exact writing process during the story! It was quite amusing to me, in a way.
Where I Am Now:
More recently, I thought I needed to try and put my squeamishness and embarassment aside, and really try to meet some of the most common "tastes" of Lush readers, purely in an exercise to see if I had the ability. There is one particular subject I just cannot reconcile within myself, although I can sort of understand why other people might like it. But that one was out, although I played around with the implications of the relationships of certain characters for the less-observant.
I chose to go with three particular aspects that I have noticed Lush readers like, and I tried to fit those elements within my story. As I wrote the story, I really struggled with "getting inside" those elements. I do have an overactive imagination, and my emotions are very directly linked to it. I actually found myself feeling physically sick over a couple of them.
There are a few things going on in my life at the moment that make certain things very difficult to deal with, but I really wanted to try and meet this challenge to myself. Normally when I write, I sit down, and I write. Sometimes a thought will have taken shape in my mind, and grows, and other times it just rolls out from no where. But this time, I had to really force myself to think about it, and the process was very long (compared to what I am used to).
I found, during this writing process, that I felt both ashamed and sickened at myself. This is partly, I'm sure, due to how I was brought up, but also because morally, in my own mind, there are certain things one does not do, and characters within my story did. I worried and worried about the story, finally losing sight of why I was even doing it - I guess I wanted to prove something to myself, but I'm no longer sure what.
This Morning:
After submitting my story last night, I checked in this morning to find the story had been rejected. I was absolutely gutted. I had, stupidly, managed to break site rules. I feel like a complete piece of poo, partly because I forced somebody to read something that would never make it to publishing anyway, and partly because I can't believe I was capable of writing stuff like that. All I've done is dwell on it for days in a negative sense, and I now feel incapable of getting past it (like I said, there are other things going on, I know this shouldn't be such a big deal). To some people, it may seem pretty tame and a ridiculous thing to get upset over. Others might feel as I do about. But either way, I feel like poo.
Here is what I would like to know from you, if you want to share:
Have you ever written anything you were ashamed of?
Why?
If so, how (if at all) has it shaped your writing and/or your writing process?
If a story gets rejected, do you work on it until it gets accepted, or put it aside under "unfortunate" or for later work? Or does it depend on what the reason was as to how you deal with it?
Thank you very, very much for your time, and if you actually read all that crap, blimey, well done! Big Gold Star for YOU!
Love Daisy.
I also apologise for how much I'm writing - it just comes out. I will put the important bits in big writing at the bottom so you can choose whether or not to read the rest of the waffle.
And if you don't like sad people, consider yourself warned!
The Background:
Talking about sex (rather than listening to people talk to each other) is very, very new to me. I was brought up in a particular way, and I never had chance to experience anything for myself until the last couple of years. I'm always getting told off for innuendos, but in reality, I don't really know my areole from my anus (and I don't know if I used the correct form of "areole"!). I joined Lush because I was curious and wanted to learn and ask stuff, which I've started doing.
I read a few stories, and wondered if people would like to read a couple of my memories. It turned out they did a bit, and usually up for a challenge and to stretch what skills I might have, I branched out a little and wrote a story purely from my imagination. I gained a bit of confidence afterwards, because whilst I found it difficult to write about something I have never experienced, it was good to try and make my brain imagine things.
After asking for some constructive criticism on the three stories I had written, I was told that they were very "vanilla" as far as Lush goes, which is true. I decided I wanted to attempt thinking more like I think other Lush readers might think. If you know what I mean.
I did manage to roll that story out, and when I read it back to myself, I could see one character playing out my exact writing process during the story! It was quite amusing to me, in a way.
Where I Am Now:
More recently, I thought I needed to try and put my squeamishness and embarassment aside, and really try to meet some of the most common "tastes" of Lush readers, purely in an exercise to see if I had the ability. There is one particular subject I just cannot reconcile within myself, although I can sort of understand why other people might like it. But that one was out, although I played around with the implications of the relationships of certain characters for the less-observant.
I chose to go with three particular aspects that I have noticed Lush readers like, and I tried to fit those elements within my story. As I wrote the story, I really struggled with "getting inside" those elements. I do have an overactive imagination, and my emotions are very directly linked to it. I actually found myself feeling physically sick over a couple of them.
There are a few things going on in my life at the moment that make certain things very difficult to deal with, but I really wanted to try and meet this challenge to myself. Normally when I write, I sit down, and I write. Sometimes a thought will have taken shape in my mind, and grows, and other times it just rolls out from no where. But this time, I had to really force myself to think about it, and the process was very long (compared to what I am used to).
I found, during this writing process, that I felt both ashamed and sickened at myself. This is partly, I'm sure, due to how I was brought up, but also because morally, in my own mind, there are certain things one does not do, and characters within my story did. I worried and worried about the story, finally losing sight of why I was even doing it - I guess I wanted to prove something to myself, but I'm no longer sure what.
This Morning:
After submitting my story last night, I checked in this morning to find the story had been rejected. I was absolutely gutted. I had, stupidly, managed to break site rules. I feel like a complete piece of poo, partly because I forced somebody to read something that would never make it to publishing anyway, and partly because I can't believe I was capable of writing stuff like that. All I've done is dwell on it for days in a negative sense, and I now feel incapable of getting past it (like I said, there are other things going on, I know this shouldn't be such a big deal). To some people, it may seem pretty tame and a ridiculous thing to get upset over. Others might feel as I do about. But either way, I feel like poo.
Here is what I would like to know from you, if you want to share:
Have you ever written anything you were ashamed of?
Why?
If so, how (if at all) has it shaped your writing and/or your writing process?
If a story gets rejected, do you work on it until it gets accepted, or put it aside under "unfortunate" or for later work? Or does it depend on what the reason was as to how you deal with it?
Thank you very, very much for your time, and if you actually read all that crap, blimey, well done! Big Gold Star for YOU!
Love Daisy.
Gingerbread Lover
Quote by nicola
Sometimes there's a glitch in the software, and their actual post appears below.
Sometimes it's an IUI problem (insufficient user intelligence)
Say hello to Chippy Minton for me, he was good with his hands...
He certainly knew what to do with a big piece of hardwood...
Thank you for the replies.
Gingerbread Lover
On a regular basis, sometimes every day, sometimes every other, but at least two to three times a week. I was on meds once that totally turned me off doing anything and it was rubbish.
But I have discovered that the more people on here ask me if I have or when I'm going to, or to think about them as I do it, the less I actually feel like doing it. I have no idea why! It's getting to the point where I feel I may even need a break from Lush for a few days just so I feel like having some Happy Time!
But I have discovered that the more people on here ask me if I have or when I'm going to, or to think about them as I do it, the less I actually feel like doing it. I have no idea why! It's getting to the point where I feel I may even need a break from Lush for a few days just so I feel like having some Happy Time!
Gingerbread Lover
Quote by chefkathleen
Good one Knight.
I think it's for the kids more than adults at times. I remember having the little cards that everyone got in class and the little candies with cute sayings on them. Teenagers and teddy bears, sparkly cards and boxes shaped like a heart. Cute but not for me.
I remember everybody else getting them.
Gingerbread Lover
Quote by SteelCity
I just was told by a really old friend that i wasted worth there time because how nice, open, loving i am towards everyone in my life. I guess i let too many people use me or what not but kinda hard when your rasied the right way
Do you mean you're "one of the nice guys"? The kind who lasses always say of, "Why can't I meet a nice guy like you? Why isn't ___ more like you?", and you're there going, "What ABOUT me?!? Why NOT me?!?"
If so, I can only say that one day all the stupid, short-sighted selfish people will wake up and realise the one constant in their life (and by that time, I hope it's too late for them to be graced with the love of somebody so kind).
I have a lot of male friends, and quite a few of them are like that. And the truth is, I really don't know why lasses don't go for them, but they are worth much more than being overlooked for the idiots some of my female friends go for. I do know that a lot of those women are very selfish, and tend not to look at what is in front of them, kindly and happily waiting to listen and share, but they are in it for what they can get out of other people in a more "dangerous", "exciting" way. The stupid thing is, they never stop to wonder if they could get that from the guys who always mop up their tears when they have another break-up and want sympathy. Perhaps, subconciously, they are holding back from treating you like a piece of poo - maybe there is a shred of decency in them after all. I like to hope so, anyway.
But perhaps you are like some of those lovely lads, and think the opportunity to be treated like a piece of poo would make a nice change? If so, act like a complete arse - it works for others in the short-term. If you want a lasting, equal relationship, I'd say keep doing what you are doing - some of us value you!
*EDIT* Just as an after-thought, is your friend meaning you are too kind and open to others, to the detriment of other relationships? That you drop everything and everyone without thinking of who you're ditching to be a hero? Because that's not fair to those you are ditching.
Maybe you could clarify, please?
Gingerbread Lover
Sorry if this is the wrong place, and sorry if it's glaringly obvious and I've missed it, but...
What are blank posts about? I understand if somebody has their question in the title and therefore feels no need to put anything else (which I find very annoying).
But what about other blank posts? It's not those incredibly amusing people who use the white font colour (because I check). Is it that the thread/previous posters are not deemed interesting enough to warrant actual typing in reply? Is it sarcasm so subtle that I have missed the point? Have they been modded for inappropriate content and the site default doesn't show it's been modded? Is it that the words have gone on holiday, and if I bookmark the page and return at another time, they will be there waiting, all suntanned and happy? Have they sneaked out behind the bike sheds to make baby words?
Or...?
I would be very grateful to anybody who can shed some light on this matter for me. Ta.
What are blank posts about? I understand if somebody has their question in the title and therefore feels no need to put anything else (which I find very annoying).But what about other blank posts? It's not those incredibly amusing people who use the white font colour (because I check). Is it that the thread/previous posters are not deemed interesting enough to warrant actual typing in reply? Is it sarcasm so subtle that I have missed the point? Have they been modded for inappropriate content and the site default doesn't show it's been modded? Is it that the words have gone on holiday, and if I bookmark the page and return at another time, they will be there waiting, all suntanned and happy? Have they sneaked out behind the bike sheds to make baby words?
Or...?
I would be very grateful to anybody who can shed some light on this matter for me. Ta.
Gingerbread Lover
Quote by koolboy
yup u are right.. i dont know why it wasnt geting posted completly..
I think you probably tried to put it all in the subject title, which is why the first post is blank. Normally, the titles have a very small character limit, as opposed to the post field (the bit you are reading this in now).
Perhaps you could just ask if they want it back? You could do that by phone, letter, e-mail or in person. If you don't feel you can ask, but you are worried, you could perhaps post it, or leave it with a mutual friend for them.
And if you are not sure, as somebody else said, stick it in a cupboard until you know what you should do with it.
My brother's ex has left three large bags of books here, from before they broke up. I can't throw them out, obviously, and as she turned out to be a psycho and my brother has avoidance issues (and a new girlfriend). So if it's something big and annoying that your family have to put up with, please return it just to get it out of the way!
Gingerbread Lover
Believe it or not, I was just about to start a thread about this very thing! I could waffle on for ages about why I hate it, but all you who hate it too probably think the same as me. Any of my already disgustingly braggy mates who post more than they usually do are going to be permanently status-hidden on Facefudge and resolutely ignored.
I wish all of them would end up with their own appendages stapled to their faces with a bag of spanners shoved up their bums. It is at the point where I hate it so much that if any miracle actually did occur and somebody liked me enough to give me a Valentine, I would end up throwing it back in his face screaming and crying about how he didn't know me at all*.
*On second thoughts, perhaps they all know me very well.
I wish all of them would end up with their own appendages stapled to their faces with a bag of spanners shoved up their bums. It is at the point where I hate it so much that if any miracle actually did occur and somebody liked me enough to give me a Valentine, I would end up throwing it back in his face screaming and crying about how he didn't know me at all*.
*On second thoughts, perhaps they all know me very well.
Gingerbread Lover
Taking pictures of things I see on a walk and rushing home to look at them.
Wandering the moors and woodlands of Yorkshire on my own.
Wandering in my own imagination.
Putting together little gifts for people who need a smile and sending them secretly.
Fishing, alone or with mates.
My own space.
A cuddle with somebody special.
Wandering the moors and woodlands of Yorkshire on my own.
Wandering in my own imagination.
Putting together little gifts for people who need a smile and sending them secretly.
Fishing, alone or with mates.
My own space.
A cuddle with somebody special.
Gingerbread Lover
I would like to say thank you to those who have welcomed me or replied to me - either in threads of by PM.
Lush can be an incredibly intimidating place (okay, it is, for me), for various reasons. I'm one of those people who lives in their own little world, and posts because something makes them giggle or genuinely would like to say something (and if it amuses or contributes to those reading it, that's a massive bonus).
But what I have valued most is those who PMd me to welcome me and encourage me, because the forum, like all other forums, has its own little climate and community, which is natural. Like a village or town, sometimes, newcomers feel it easier to be invited for a cup of tea to start off with, as opposed to a boogie at the local nightclub.
Sorry, I've just confuddled myself with my own analogy. But what I'm trying to say is, it never hurts to remind ourselves of how we treat others, on the internet or real life, and I am grateful to those who have welcomed me here. Ta.
Lush can be an incredibly intimidating place (okay, it is, for me), for various reasons. I'm one of those people who lives in their own little world, and posts because something makes them giggle or genuinely would like to say something (and if it amuses or contributes to those reading it, that's a massive bonus).
But what I have valued most is those who PMd me to welcome me and encourage me, because the forum, like all other forums, has its own little climate and community, which is natural. Like a village or town, sometimes, newcomers feel it easier to be invited for a cup of tea to start off with, as opposed to a boogie at the local nightclub.
Sorry, I've just confuddled myself with my own analogy. But what I'm trying to say is, it never hurts to remind ourselves of how we treat others, on the internet or real life, and I am grateful to those who have welcomed me here. Ta.
Gingerbread Lover
I say "sorry" constantly, even when it clearly isn't my fault, or there is nothing to be sorry about. I'm always getting told off for it. 
I keep turning my alarm off in my sleep (I have 8 that go off, with one across the room - I get out of bed, turn it off, and get back in bed again without remembering it).
I can't sit anywhere that people are behind me and I refuse to go through a door first. I have to have a "safe" corner to sit in at the pub or restaraunts, and even mates' houses.
These are the most prevalent amongst many other things.
I keep turning my alarm off in my sleep (I have 8 that go off, with one across the room - I get out of bed, turn it off, and get back in bed again without remembering it).
I can't sit anywhere that people are behind me and I refuse to go through a door first. I have to have a "safe" corner to sit in at the pub or restaraunts, and even mates' houses.
These are the most prevalent amongst many other things.
Gingerbread Lover
Quote by wolverinejr25
thank you everyone.....all really good post....I do think that ladies should just be more open with their farts..... whether from the front or back...lol....its a natural thing( my opinion)....lol....cuz we all do it....from humans to animals....im also saying that women apologize more then men for farting.....like their sorry for ever doing the deed(they just cower in fear or cringe in fear) i.e. being disgusting by the act.....when its not that nasty(just my opinion)
so ladies shouldn't have to always walk away just to fart. I mean make it worth your trip lol....
please get the comments coming...I want more woman to be able to come clean with their farts and the fact that they fart too......
maybe if they open up here....they will be able to come clean with their partners or some of their (male or female)friends that they fart......
Are you wanting people to write you sexy fart stories? Would they go in the Fetish, Anal or Audio section?
Gingerbread Lover
I happen to think trumping (my word for farting) is hilarious, and I can even beat my brothers at it. The world should enjoy them more, it's a joy to be able to do it. Imagine the mess if we couldn't and exploded!
Agreed there are times and places where you should hold it, but in general, trumping should be enjoyed as much as possible, in my opinion. I'm shy about some things, but not that!
Perhaps this is why I'm single...
Agreed there are times and places where you should hold it, but in general, trumping should be enjoyed as much as possible, in my opinion. I'm shy about some things, but not that!
Perhaps this is why I'm single...
Gingerbread Lover
I just got told by somebody who knows that the amount of juices/cum a lass produces depends on her body size. Thinner lasses produce less than thicker lasses.
Not that I'd ever thought about it, but my instinct would be to say everybody is different, no matter what their size.
I am sure more of you are much more qualified than I am. What say you, please? I apologise if this has already been asked before.
Not that I'd ever thought about it, but my instinct would be to say everybody is different, no matter what their size.
I am sure more of you are much more qualified than I am. What say you, please? I apologise if this has already been asked before.