DragonMando

I've never actually gone on a date. Ever. I'm too much of a chicken to ask anyone and no one's asked me.

Notice, I did say from my experience and what I had seen, not what it was for everyone. Yes, there are some things which I do realize I have no choice but to hold back on--such as the zillion piercings I drool over wishing I could have, as well as some of the tats--but those are outward things that I have control over. What I'm meaning are intrinsic things, such as personality. I have very little control over such things as the fact that I just plain don't get most jokes, just as I have little or no control over the fact that no matter how many dance lessons I attend, I have the worst two left feet on the planet. Or that I have a natural ability to draw. Those are basic things that should not and cannot be suppressed in order to fit in. However, some things can and should be controlled, such as violent tendencies and inappropriate flirtation. If it really gets to the point, though, that everyone has to be a clone of everyone else, that's something I want no part in. I like being the slightly geeky guy with a sketchpad everywhere he goes. I apologize for not making myself clear.

With what of mainstream society I've seen, I wouldn't want to be accepted into it. Mainstream society, according to what I've experienced, is full of bigots, average intelligence, no imagination, no drive, no personality, and very little hope for change. Of course, I grew up outside of the mainstream, so I've only seen it from the outside looking in. There was a time when I tried to be normal and fit in, hoping to slip into some niche within this mainstream, but the attitude was so full of hate and backstabbing even within social groups that I realized that it wasn't for me. It was painful to look at men and women that were supposedly friends stealing lovers from each other because someone bought the same shirt as the other. There is no loyalty nor love there that I have seen. So yeah, I'm totally fine without being accepted. But someday I'd like to see people like me accepted--which will never happen if no one stands up to it and takes the flak.

I grew up way in the country, the closest neighbors being a good ways off, but still... - not allowed to go outside alone - not allowed to go outside without an adult in view - not allowed to go to friends' houses unless my parents went too - not allowed to do anything remotely dangerous such as climb trees or play on ice - not allowed to go swimming outside of my mom's view - when at church, had to stay within view of parents at all times - when at the store, had to keep in physical contact with parent or cart at all times - not allowed to pick up the phone for any reason until age 14, then only if it was mom, dad, or grandma until 16, but after that all phone convos were closely monitored - not allowed to associate with anyone not from the immediate family or the family church

O_o people actually WANT me to cross-dress now? Gawd I think my mind broke. Also, seconding Lacey. I'd much rather be me and never be accepted than to give up who I am to fit in--because I'd fail at it anyway. Been there, done that, it wasn't pretty. Besides, whatever happened to the phrase "rules are meant to be broken"?

I don't think I'm even capable of true optimism lol. It's more like this is how it is, so get over it and keep moving with me.

Women who wear men's clothing are logical women. Men's clothing is generally cheaper, made of a higher quality material so it lasts longer, has far less slutty comments on the graphic tees, and are more comfortable. Even if they don't do it for those reasons intentionally, it's still a smart move. In my case...quite the contrary. I bend the lines because I can, because it's fun, and because I'm self-confident enough in my own appearance to know I can do it. Besides, it's fun to make the girls jealous when I can walking higher heels than they can and not die.

With all the seriousness starting to happen in this thread, I'm almost tempted to put on a dress and start parading pictures myself... ...but I won't, because I prefer everyone's brains to not be dribbling out their ears from the horror. Of course, if I did side-by-sides of myself as me and myself all femmed up, the brains would be flat out going supernova XD Because I'm naturally androgynous enough to pass decently as either with very little effort.

Oh wow. This one's VERY yummy. And yes, he bears an incredible resemblance to Miss Frightley

Considering I've ended up dating every single one of my best friends at one point or another...yeah, I've been there.

Pretty constantly from age thirteen through...well, recently. Still think about it occasionally, but thank whatever powers that be that I'm too chicken to try again. Last attempt was the day before my mom kicked me out (though she doesn't know about the attempt). I was going to slit my own throat with my hunting knife and I got the blade to where I was just starting to break the skin when my survival instincts kicked back in. When I got thrown out I was pretty sure for a while I'd die of starvation and/or hypothermia and didn't even care--consciously, anyway, blind instinct kept yelling at me every time I gave up though. I did the self-harm thing, too, mostly after fights with my parents. I still have scars from cutting and intentional burning and remember how scary it was to be so far into my wits end that conscious thought was completely gone and I was left rocking myself in a corner. There was also some biting and scratching when I didn't have sharper implements on hand. It's starting to ease up some, though the urge to self-harm is still there whenever I get stressed.

Sorry for the lateness, but Happy Birthday!

Almost looks like that dog's dressed up as Pedobear.

Happy birthday, Lacey!

I usually won't even pick up on a call while I'm driving and I ignore texts completely until I stop. And when I'm in the car with someone that texts while driving, I tell them to stop and I get out and walk. Yes, it's rude of me, but I'd rather be rude and alive than polite and dead.

I love GA Chat, but honestly, when there's more than four or give really chatty people in there I tend to back off because I can't follow very well any more. I'm slowly getting better at it though.

My Christmas hasn't ended yet! |D

I don't *need* a whole lot, but getting those things is hard. Someone to love on and a job that pays enough to feed and shelter myself and I'm set.

Oh gosh. If I wrote out my dreams I'd have so many novels written. Curse my lack of motivation and time! I had a dream in which I was more or less a non-substantial being watching events play out. In this event, a solar flare reversed the earth's polarity, knocking out all electronic devices worldwide, blinding the planet to an incoming meteor that was somehow bursting with microwave radiation. When this stone monstrosity hit atmosphere, everything on the planet's surface because to be cooked alive, the meteor itself striking the heart of the US, turning a good chunk of the Midwest to become a new Sahara with a massive hole in the middle. The resulting tsunami from the strike raced around the world, destroying all the coastal cities in its wake (fortunately, just about everyone was already dead that would be affected by this). But the nightmare had only begun. The few surviving people, most of whom lived in Central Russia, Western China, and parts of the Middle East. Everywhere else, all life on the surface had been destroyed, leaving only the creatures deepest in the sewers and caves. In cities like Chicago the new dominant species of the planet was already changing to become so: cockroaches. The radiation had unlocked a gene sequence causing a rapid mutation, multiplying their size and intelligence exponentially. These super-roaches eventually grew to be over nine feet tall, walk on four legs with two legs changed to arms, and they began to build. They started with what humans had left behind, such as the wheel and all non-electrical tools and appliances they could find, but slowly they deciphered the human languages of the world and made use of this knowledge, accelerating their society. But they did not use fossil fuels, solar, wind, or anything like that. They used themselves. The cockroaches, after eating everything else surviving on the planet (except for the few humans living in the desert because they couldn't be arsed to go after them) developed a caste system, the lowest rank being cannibalized for food and fuel. After the soft tissues were eaten, the carapaces were ground down to powder and mixed with an explosive secretion to form a filthy form of fuel that, while natural, would have destroyed the ecosystem, if one were to still exist. Technology boomed, somehow, and these super-roaches would use this technology to escape the dead planet, which was losing oxygen due to a complete lack of trees, leaving the few surviving creatures to rot...but they themselves would die out in the starry void long before finding a new planet to infect. _________________________________________________________________ That's the weirdest one that comes to mind right away, but there's bunches still in my head.

Depends on your definition. I eat right and very rarely deviate from my very health-conscious eating habits, though I love food and tend to eat more than I need. I work out enough that I can shove furniture around and buck bales by myself, but I'm definitely far from ripped. I guess the summary is that I'm stronger than I look, but I'm still on the tubby side.

Colours do affect my mood a bit. Blacks, blues, and greys are very relaxing for me, and I chill out best in a room full of those tones. Reds, oranges, and yellows I'm uptight and usually end up with a headache, which makes me go from tense to bratty. Bright greens make me annoyed, soft ones are relaxing but energizing at once. Purple just makes me happy. My wardrobe tends to reflect the same pattern, whether I want to be that mood or if I'm just showing how I do feel. Except I've been very careful to nix reds, oranges, and yellows completely. They look horrible on me.

My sex life is nonexistant, but I'd like to hope I'm a combination of Orange, Brown, and Blue

I'm kinda creepy, I guess... I have the bad habit of saying what things look or sound like without thinking about it and a lot of people find that very disturbing and think I need to see a psychologist about it. Case in point, giant gummy Livesavers. They look like rolled up condoms or a specific part of a butt to me, and I said so out loud at U21 a few weeks ago. Luckily the two other people I was hanging with in the corner agreed and we started a perverse game with them. Other times it's less sexual but very graphic. For example, I can't remember what it was, but I mumbled that whatever it was looked like someone had put a whole mini goat through a meat grinder. Cue sudden silence and awkward stares. ...it seems that every time I *do* actually speak it results in getting stared at.

This is hilarious XD I totally would set that up with my siblings if I could

On another forum I frequent, a user posted up this fun little brain test by BBC It measures how typically male/female your brain works. It's just for kicks, but hey, it made me feel good. How do you guys score? My score: Average male.