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I don’t think people pay attention to my likes and dislikes. I didn’t intend to body shame anyone. I’m sorry I offended you and anyone else. No ‘if’ or any other attempt to evade responsibility.

This is only tangentially related, but… Sony Playstation had a contingent in the 2019 SF Pride Parade! ;–)

Male baldness patterns are inherited from your mother. My brothers are losing their hair too. My older brother has a bald spot and my younger brother hair has been very thin for decades. Weirdly enough, my nephew (the older brother’s son) has the same problem as my younger brother. My hair has neither thinned nor gotten patchy. I attribute it to a much less stressful life with no wife, mortgage, or real career. ;–) My mother had no brothers and her mother’s only brother disappeared in Brazil during WWII.

My lack of facial and body hair is clearly genetic, although my older brother is capable of growing a mustache (and has at various points in his life). ;–)

It’s that unshaven look that resembles the stereotypical lumberjack. They probably wear plaid too.

Yeah, I think he’d have been cuter without the facial hair too. I prefer the clean-shaven look, both face and body. ;–) Considering what I happened to have seen, things get pretty messy when you combine body hair, baby powder, and diapers. I hope I never have to deal with that when I get older! But then again, I’m not as hairy as most guys (especially ‘where the sun don’t shine’). ;–)

It’s not an interest of mine, but I’ve seen pictures of a very cute (straight) male ‘baby’ with a pacifier and a trimmed beard and mustache! ;–)

What is ‘normal’ and do you want to be ‘normal’? ;–)

Unless Elves were doing the tossing, I doubt it’s possible due to their magic!

Some people toss out the first pitch at a baseball game, others toss out the trash. Dwarf-tossing is déclassé (and, oddly enough, illegal in Florida). You decide which it was! ;–)

Many would point in my direction – especially my brothers! ;–)

My therapists were another group who were always trying to figure out ways to motivate me to leave my apartment too. They saw a big difference between my online interactions and my simply getting outside. They would have liked to have seen me connect with people beyond the homeless I knew and the once-a-year festival friends who I didn’t interact with outside that context. ;–)

And if your mom doesn’t know how to make it from scratch, you probably won’t learn how to do it either. Unless you have a grandmother or other relative who takes the time to teach you. Or if you go out of your way to learn on your own using a cookbook, taking a cooking class, or watching a cooking show (America’s Test Kitchen and the related Cook’s Country are great for learning recipes that have been tested to nearly guaranty good results). ;–) My mother started out with ground beef, then added onions and bell peppers. She’d add her own home-canned tomatoes, tomato sauce, tomato soup, and canned mushrooms. She’d break up the canned tomatoes, but you definitely knew that there were real tomatoes in there. The powdered spaghetti seasoning was added and the whole thing simmered to blend the flavors. I only saw glimpses of how my Lesbian(?) Aunt’s ‘roommate’ prepared her sauce, but the herbs were fished out after they’d added their flavors to the sauce. It was very thick and smooth. A completely different style. Note: I hadn’t seen @FlyOnTheWall’s post before I wrote this. ;–)

I don’t think it’s very hygienic to dip your meat into the sauce! ;–)

That’s why I toss them out! ;–)

There are an awful lot of kids who are legally and chronologically adults… ;–)

My favorite was Classico di Firenze (Florentine-style with spinach), but it isn’t being sold in this area. I tried ordering a case of it from Amazon and they said they were shipping it, but then cancelled the order because the jars broke. For some reason, they never took that case out of their inventory and it popped up again as available. So I tried reordering it only to have them cancel the order again because the jars were broken. I finally contacted Customer Service about the issue and got them to get the damaged case taken out of inventory. It popped up in stock later when I didn’t have the money to buy it. I periodically check on its status and will try buying it again when I can. ;–) None of the pasta sauce with meat in it really have much meat in them. It’s better to brown your own ground beef and add the pasta sauce to the meat like the guys did. Or buy frozen meatballs! ;–)

One of my younger brother’s friends was playing with fire crackers and blew some of his fingers off back in the Seventies. :–(

They could plan a Pride celebration picnic for the two couples that leads something more when their elf friends find out about it and join them! And once that happens, there are a few others who would want to crash the party. There could be a magic doorway too… ;–)

Using jarred spaghetti sauce, even if it’s Newman’s Own, is cheating! My mother used to make spaghetti sauce from scratch, only using part of a package of powdered spaghetti seasoning for extra flavor – of course it wasn’t particularly authentic, but we’re certainly not Italian either! My Lesbian(?) Aunt’s Italian/German ‘roommate’ made us a very authentic Ragu-style sauce with meatballs. (I cheat and use jarred sauce myself. I like Classico.) ;–) And my father would occasionally use us to illustrate his sermons. Long after I’d stopped attending his church, I found out that he’d used me as an example of faith. We had just moved into a new-to-us house, the first (and only) house they ever owned. There was a windstorm that turned into a power outage. A skylight over the master bedroom changing area blew off the roof and landed in our next door neighbor’s yard. After we retrieved it and replaced it on the roof, my father sent me down to get the hammer and nails. We only had a 6’ ladder, so while it was easy to get up on the roof, the ladder wasn’t visible unless I leaned over the edge of the roof. I could see the ladder when I looked over the edge, but couldn’t locate it with my foot when I was on my belly trying to find it. Eventually, I had to trust that I knew where the ladder was even if I couldn’t feel it. After I got to the ground, I discovered that my mother had been there the whole time, silently pointing a flashlight at the ladder from under the eaves! She didn’t know why she never said anything while I was struggling. As my father was nailing the skylight down, I told him the story. So when we left the roof, he went first. Then he grabbed my foot and placed it on the ladder. And (unnecessarily) grabbed my other foot and placed it on the ladder too! I was furious and told him he was no longer allowed to use me in his sermons. If he’d thought about it, it wasn’t really a very good example since I did not believe in his religion. ;–)

When will Charlie, Kippy, Ricky, and Adrian celebrate Gay Pride‽‽‽ It doesn’t have to be a parade, there are communities that organize festivals or picnics. While D*kes on Bikes is the traditional first contingent in SF Pride, they’ve also had a ‘Mikes on Bikes’ contingent (with young men riding bicycles) too. ;–) Among our many other characteristics, humor is one of the features that makes us strongest. ;–)

Based on news reports, it’s not unlikely that more than 100 fires were started by illegal fireworks across California on the Fourth with several houses destroyed. Plus additional fires before and after the holiday that were also associated with fireworks. There were also EMT calls for people who were injured by legal and illegal fireworks –sparklers can cause major burns, for example. The Southern California earthquake caused several house fires.

I had one former coworker who never knew how to take my noticing his scent after he had been sitting in the sun and sweating just a bit. It was noticeable, but not particularly offensive. But it didn’t turn me on either. ;–)

I’m not the only one who’s reading ahead on the unwritten chapters! ;–)

My friends date and meet new people all the time, but I don’t. And I wouldn’t call their occasional teasing an obsession. I know all about obsessions! ;–)