KJames

It's just another example of society's having fixed their morals in our brains, even when they aren't really applicable to the situation.

Visualizing this myself, I busted up laughing at the looks on their faces once they realized what they had done! If that's what Matt looks like, I'd love to have him here next to me...slutty or not, he's gorgeous!

Well...he's already been excommunicated from the family, fired without references, told to leave, and is living alone--without Cody visiting him--much to his own disappointment. And all of this just from outing Matt to his parents. My guess is he'll go back home to his adopted parents, and hook up with Cam Heely...who will find out what Brian did to Matt, and beat him nearly to death and without any evidence to tie him to the crime. After the beating because of things said (with disguised voices) while he was being beaten, he will apologize--sincerely this time--and attempt to redeem himself to Matt and the family, after which his behavior will remain consistent in that track and he will become happy with Cam back east, never knowing it was Cam that beat the crap out of him--although Matt and either Brad or Robbie (my vote would be Robbie because of what he did to Neil) would find out through a letter from Cam, which they would decide between themselves to keep secret and burn the letter in their fireplace. Eventually, after seeing Cam and Brian together, and experiencing a verbal apology (since he had already written) from Brian who breaks down during a hug (because of his beating and subsequent issues concerning his own mortality) and discloses to them that he was severely beaten--not knowing Matt, Robbie and Cam already know--Matt and the family accepts his apology without actually warming up to him as a family member again, at least not right away. While Brian will be depressed because of this begrudging acceptance, it will strengthen his personal relationship with (addiciton to?) Cam, and his behavior will settle down, he'll keep working on his relationship with the family, which will eventually warm, although not to 'intimate' levels but cozy social levels (being able to get together, socialize and have fun without trouble). Eventually he'll end up working with Crampton Construction, the Cramptons won't ever know of this illegitimate son of the patriarch although they'll notice the physical resmblance in looks and think of it as just a coincidence, hired into a branch office in Western Pennsylvania and living with Cam, a successful, 'Out' public official. We then won't hear from them except during holidays. Eventually the two of them will adopt several gay children and live, happily, if not a bit hectically, ever after.

That's just bizarre...

You could always get them flavored condoms and chocolate body paint...

Shame on you...intense training and a lot of human socialization will rid the little furball of most of those animalistic terrorist tendencies...also, another cat around would help with this--especially one already socialized to humans--as cats will learn behaviors from other cats much the way human children do.

Rob & I have baked and made candies for the last 4 years... The last time we went to the malls and shopped on any Christmas shopping sales he was literally walked over by not less than 5 people, each of whom tripped, then tried to blame him for it. We have never regretted changing our gift giving habits.

Happy Birthday, both of you guys!

That could very well be why my handwriting (with my right hand) is so very sloppy...I have a very weak, distant memory of having used my left hand in Sunday School...and the teacher tying it down at my waist, forcing me to use my 'right' hand...

Ya really can't go wrong with a nice box of chocolates (unless they're allergic to chocolate or nuts), or just plain assorted hard candies.

Oh really?!? I wouldn't hurt a...anyone...but I won't finish the other statement, I don't like flies... Sexual assault. (but hard to prove if you can't rape the willing)

The wonderful 'religious right' decided to raise a ruckus...probably the same one that didn't raise a ruckus when Madonna and Ms. Hilton kissed on the air...

Except that Hannukah ends the 18th this year...

Wonderful, classic Disney animation--something that is still unmatched to this day!

Even my own Hero was starting to scratch and bite during even gentle play, so the corrective action was to bite him back enough to get his attention. To this day, his bites don't break skin, and don't leave a mark, and his claws--all 22 of them--never scratch.

Impersonating a cleric for purposes of abusing a position of trust and authority over minors. (Now I'm shuddering to think of what others will think of me...)

We have to presume that you are talking about the act of intercourse... Be f**ked. I used to be a bottom, and only top since Rob can't do certain things I like having done...I miss it. Would you rather: Have someone perform intercourse on you, multiple times all night long, never withdrawing from you until morning? or: Have someone perform intercourse on you, taking a break between each orgasm?

Christmas for me is much the same, activity-wise, but my grandmother has been bugging me about what I want for Christmas since before my birthday (which was in July!) so she can do her catalog/mail order shopping... We, 4 people, usually eat enough for 10-12, hopefully none underdone or left out too long (as grandma did a few years ago--everyone give one bow to the Gods that created Compazine), open gifts, laugh at some of them then settle down for a nap, then pie and coffee before waddling out to the car to go home...

So he was a feral kitten...difficult, but not impossible. Cats domesticated themselves, we just provided additional training to speed up and enhance the process...give it time and effort, he may end up being your best cat yet.

Happy belated B'day, both of you!

Looks like a take-off on the basic idea behind Disney's 1971 movie Bedknobs and Broomsticks.

Was the cat born of a litter in your mom's house, or did she--possibly--get it from someone else when it was too early to separate it from its mother?

Yes, I've known for some time that sweet potatoes come in all those colors....Hawaii's produce markets are quite educational...who ever thought of a purple sweet potato? They're yummy....just like the regular ones here in the continental United States. Generally, my family refers to the longish dark orange potato with the bright orange insides as 'Yams' to distinguish from sweet potatoes, as they don't require sugar to taste sweet by themselves...although it is irresistable to add with lots of butter... One of the other little genetic tricks of late is what is known as the 'Yukon Gold' potato--it tastes buttery, without adding butter! They genetically engineered this potato for taste!

All night? Multiple times? Oh, goodie! Someone who can finally keep up with me! Even if your more current pictures make a better avatar for you...

James, James, my dear beast....one thing about cats is that they are sociable creatures--yes, sociable. Growing up in a litter of cats presents them with housemates while maturing. What your mother has in this little gray ball of fluff is an, as yet, unsocialized kit. It needs to be held, petted, played with, and trained. (YES, CATS CAN BE TRAINED!) Cats cannot grow up around older folks, they have to be played with, and if you don't declaw them it can seem rough at times. I have had my current cat, an only survivor of his litter (more later) for 16 1/2 years this week (a commitment gift), he's a siamese mix, or burmese possibly--it would explain his heavier build--with tabby, the mother was a calico. We got him at weaning at 6 weeks, and he wasn't exposed to other animals for several months, just me and Rob (mainly me). Here's the socialization: The litter had milk fever, including momma, 9 cats died there, plus an additional 5 in the house of the person we got him from. I medicated him three times a day and fed him liver paste through a syringe 5 times a day for 3 weeks until he got his strength back. Now, he follows me around like a puppydog, yowls when he doesn't know if we're home, and rolls on the floor like a kitten when he knows we are. We had another cat who was a door darter and managed to get out, probably caught by animal control and given a new home (hopefully). Prior to these two, my mom and I had a cat for 6 years before he was eaten by coyotes, then another one for 18--she ended up being mom's cat and got old enough to be put down a couple years ago because of recurring CHF. My last pair of cats were of the same mother, and were with me for 10 years before we gave them away in 1978--we moved to a place that didn't allow pets. Long and short: You can't expect your cat to know what you expect of it if you aren't willing to work with it, play with it and teach it. (Now do you see why people refer to their pets as, "Their kids"?)