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The conclusion reached was sensational, but not good science, IMO. There's no proof of homosexuality in the remains' burial. It might have been evidence of great honor, or great disrespect. There's no context to know what it really means. But back to the question. With mounting evidence (pardon the pun) of same-sex activity in the animal kingdom, and human beings at the core being biological organisms, how can we doubt?

Wow! 21? No more slacking. You're supposed to be an adult now. Step away from the keg! (Just kidding.) Let's hope it's a birthday to remember for a very long time!

Cooking is totally believable. I've done that - usually baking something totally new and different if I'm just ill-at-ease. Like several people have mentioned, DOING SOMETHING seems to work best. If it's anger, I find hard physical actiivty helps most. Splitting firewood, bicycling, a 20-mile hike... An acting coach told me once that we had to demonstrate what we wanted to convey, make it visible. With the written word, maybe that means describing the intense control required/being used when we just want to throw the pots and pans across the room and cry.

I came close once or twice, but I sobered up.

'fraid so

Eon because I'm taking the long view. At the time, one dog was dying of cancer, and I was deciding whether or not to get another. In the end, the well-being of my other dog decided matters. I'd never heard a dog sob before, until Rachel died, and Conor was left alone. He doesn't sob any more, since we got Anuva. ******************************************************************************************************** Since writing this, I changed my screen name to rustle. It's my given name. I'm just trying to be a bit truer to myself.

Sorry I'm late to the party, but HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SKYLINE!

First off, congrats on the member of the family. I wish you all the luck in the world. Thanks for rescuing her from the clutches... If she's got white socks like the photo, you could call her Bobbie. It's an androgenous name.

2.5 days means you either stay pretty close, or spend a good deal of time travelling. Mustang Island for a quiet beach experience? Enchanted Rock is great, and has Fredericksburg nearby. Assuming you're going alone because you want to be alone, either would give you a good chance to recharge your batteries, and both would offer good nighttime skies.

Flawless logic.

Maybe on the cheek. If you make a great connection, maybe on the lips. But no tongue, unless you want to do the nasty right then.

bourbon

You write pretty well for being left-handed. or You clean up pretty good.

Rolling in the Deep by Adele

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Happy birthday, Lugh! I've still got that feather. Call me.

Steve, I've been where you are now. He came back, but didn't want what I did. I tried to wait it out. The second breakup was worse than the first. Thirty years later, it still aches. Break it off. Now. Delete his AIM contact, lose his digits, forget his FB account. You've told him how you feel about him; he's told you he doesn't feel the same. If something has changed for him, and he wants you as a boyfriend, it's up to him to say it. Clearly. No hints, or songs with hidden meanings. If you can, tell him what's going on - that you won't be happy being his friend, you want to be more, and he should only contact you if he wants to get back together. You're too invested to be able to just be a friend. Come on, you're stalking him. Unless he wants you, you're holding on to false hope, and that's not healthy. Unrequited love's a bitch. Somewhere out there is a really cute guy who will love you as much as you love him, and that's who you deserve. And Mike's right. Your English is beautiful. Good hunting.

First, I don't like the words fag or hag, and the only way I'll use either is if I'm busting somebody's chops. With a smile. Then, I expect to be called something at least as insulting. With a smile. But they are insulting terms. Sex or gender don't figure into my relationships at all, unless we're having sex.

*whispers conspiratorially* "I saw a picture of Andy once on here. He was wearing...a baseball cap." (gasp)

I'd been using computers at work since about 1981. We had a 64k mainframe. The machine would choke whenever more than one person was on it. My first exposure to online was in 1998. I thought it was "nice," but overrated. Then, in 00, I got my first computer and internet connection, AOL, for the house. My IMAC didn't work and play well with AOL, though. Online is a much better experience now, due to access and processing speeds. I do not miss dial-up.

If it walks like a duck and it talks like a duck, just don't call it a duck. Ties back in to labels again, doesn't it?

yes

This story and its characters have really matured nicely, going from perving and using one another to Dane's honesty with himself to the verge of a deep relationship. Well-crafted and natural, I love the dialogue, with all the slang and banter. At times, it's a bit of a challenge to follow the language difference between the UK and the US, but it feels real. Thanks.

Terrific book. I'd forgotten about it. The illustrations are great. Lube of some kind is absolutely essential, in my opinion. Spit works fine for me if there's plenty of it. Some lubricants can cause condoms to fail (please use one every time, w/o exception, and I don't mean one of those from a truck stop restroom), particularly if they're petroleum-based, like vaseline. Pain in some degree can happen, but if you work up to it gently, it's not so bad, then it gets better. Much better. And, yeah, thanks for asking a direct question. You're online, and nobody can see anybody blush.