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Seems to me that his attitude has to change, or your sexuality is always gonna be the elephant in the room. But you're gonna have to talk about it, one way or another. You can hang out together and remain mute, or you can bring it up only when it matters at the moment ("I've gotta jet right now and meet up with Charlie."), or you can beat him over the head with it ("Charlie has the cutest butt, don't you think?"). Option A sucks. Option C is rude. If he can't handle knowing you're seeing somebody, male or female, that's reality on the ground, and one of you has to deal with it.

When asked to do something salacious He replied, "Heavens no! Good gracious!" But the sight of his tool So induced him to drool That his view in the end proved felatious.

make the day longer

This is the first I've heard of the job. I'm so glad you found something. Being on the dole is such a buzzkill. Anything is better. All the best, as always.

If ambient noises like your house shifting cause you to wake up, you're probably not really relaxed to begin with. When I got a dog, I relied on the dog to alert me if anything was wrong, and slept better. Aside from prescriptions for Ambien C-R, no sleep aids helped me, and I hate taking pills. I don't like to drink myself to sleep, either. I go through cycles of sleeping better or worse, and average it out over time. When I sleep well, NOTHING will wake me up until morning, but I always wake up before the alarm, within 5 minutes of the same time from one day to the next. Getting some exercise earlier in the day to physically tire me out helps, as does light exercise like stretching an hour before going to bed. Quieting down with minimal stimulus within an hour of bedtime helps. Set your bedtime to allow you a full 8 hours of sleep or more. Then, there are mental disciplines you can follow: meditation, Silva Mind Control, yoga, self-hypnosis. Or you can give Rob a ball-peen hammer.

Peerless, be a courageous human being, stand up, walk over there, and say hi. Trust me, it hurts less than obsessing, and it gets easier with practice. You have everything to win. Good hunting!

"The Times They Are A-Changin'" Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'. Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin' For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'. Come senators, congressmen Please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway Don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside And it is ragin' It'll soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin'. Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don't criticize What you can't understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is Rapidly agin' Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand For the times they are a-changin'. The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is Rapidly fadin' And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'.

"Careful with that axe, Eugene."

"Dave."

Wow! Rock-hard abs.

no Double dates would be awkward.

We went through this for real a few months back, when the neighborhood was evacuated due to wildfire. My partner chose for me, and I couldn't have done better. He saved for me: a 500-year-old Persian dagger my laptop my desktop file with all my current bills in it

Why limit yourself? You gonna turn down creme brulee 'cause it's not chocolate? Not gonna dance 'cause it's not your style of music, when that guy's feet are sizzling on the dance floor, and he just turned a smoky eye on you and licked his lips?

Hi, new folks, and welcome. I hope you enjoy youirselves here.

Calmly tell him/her what I saw, and play it by ear from there. I'm not a cop, but if somebody steals and dishes up attitude over it, I might turn 'em in. Kinda depends on what was stolen. Food is one thing; diamond jewelry is another.

Better to go through life with none. Aside from the laws of physics, they usually let me down.

Gee, I don't know. Maybe I'll do something, myself, instead of watching somebody else do something, and getting all hot and bothered about it. I thought of building a ballista. Too many salesmen and evangelists around these parts. :axeman:

Happy Birthday, Bob. I hope the day is full of pleasant surprises for you.

I first read erotic fiction between the pages with the pictures, and only after the photos got stale. For the longest time, it was just sex scenes. Then, I started noticing other things crop up in the stories, like character development and backstories, plot lines and settings. I sought out gay fiction online when I got my first computer at home, and read voraciously, discovering my tastes were changing, and I craved the sex scenes less, and romance and intimacy more. And then, one day, having read every story I could stand on Nifty, I found this site. I was dumbstruck. Here, in plain view, were writings of gay sex, but with a sense of innocence and wonder. Daring to intimate that people of the same sex might actually have feelings for one another, have a desire to know one another, love one another. Be faithful to one another, develop partnerships with one another, and dream of those relationships lasting a lifetime. (And with surprisingly good grammar and spelling, I might add.) This is how it begins. This is where it all starts. In the fertile imaginations of writers, those who were once outcasts, mentally ill, called depraved, deemed incapable of lasting relationships, become normal in every respect but one, and this idea is expressed, written down, shared with the world. And we find something to aspire to - a life full of acceptance and every joy imaginable, awaiting our grasp. Not the shadowy existence of bars on the wrong side of town and one-night stands until we die, alone. And the people here! Oh, the people here! Forming friendships and raising families, living lives to be proud of, and expressing ideas bright and noble. Offering help and guidance to any who walk through this portal, whether to develop writing skills or cope with life. This is a wellspring of hope, a glimpse of what CAN BE. What a step to take.

My brother was "trained" to write with his right hand by my parents. Lefthandedness was "other" and "weird." Society has become much more accepting of natural differences in my lifetime, but there are still some throwbacks. Still some passionate people believe homosexuality can be denied, beaten out of you, prayed out of you. I'd love to see that attitude die in my lifetime. It's become apparent that some things are better accepted than interfered with. The question, "Should we?" may yet be replaced with "Must we?" I hope so.

This story makes some sort of sense. The 2 friars shared the same environment for decades, doing the same work, as close as 2 people can be, with the kind of intimacy that you only find in married couples. Quite often, married couples die within a few months of one another. These two didn't just share a life, but the same genes.

First off, anyone who says you're redundant is a twit without sufficient perspicacity to appreciate your uniqueness in the universe, so tell the buggers to just sod off! I'm so sorry the universe giving you lemons, but I'm sure you've got the makings of a great lemonade within. Sometimes, it takes anger, sometimes patience, sometimes a little of everything, but things WILL work out. Until then, and beyond, my love and admiration. You're a helluva woman, Nephy.

Andy, this isn't the end or the beginning, but it's def a turning point. Fight the pink, though, with everything you've got. It won't do any good, of course, but you'll feel better than if you just roll over. :2hands: As for a wedding, Matt may have a great idea - I hear New England is beautiful in the summer. Though you're going through the wringer now, you know hard-won victories are the sweetest, Daddy. rustle

When are people going to just ignore these media whores? That's the only way they'll ever go away.

I like the fact that you launched right into the story without preamble. The portrayal of high school seniors as opionated and aggrieved, righteously indignant young adults was respectful and insightful. Their audacity made me laugh. The acceptance these young people enjoy is heartwarming. This issue doesn't get much attention; adoption is treated as a watershed divide, with no continuity from one side to the other. Some of that should change, especially medical histories, because one thing IS common to both sides of the adoption - the child - and the child's welfare should be a concern for everyone involved. Lugh, thanks for asking me to read the story. The piece has good style and substance.