Up Front: Same as it Ever Was
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I find it easier to love my man and buy furniture instead. This is the next little beauty I am after.
sexy things
And then a friend of my Dads has made this one. I wouldn't mind this one either. -
(moans discreetly - I luurrve good furniture/glassware/crockery/linen et bedware et al-)
Lotto Will Help Us All!
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This is the next little beauty I am after
Wow. Furnporn.
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O I knew there a word for it Sacha!
(Back today from a druggy dentist encounter, but reloaded camera will operate apopo - and then people can drool over some my ANZ handturned...specimens...) -
I love your badge, Islander. Fantastic. And as for that chair, Sofie - a lovely red clitoris in your lounge. I can so see it!
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Thanks Jackie! You come for the Okarito meetup, I'll wear it loud & proud (and make you an appropriately changed copy!)
And yep, that chair is a rosy-clitoris. As in, after that deepvelvetty-petalled red rose entitled "In Loving Memory"...
Have half a dozen from my mother's gardens - blooms that is- scenting the air just now-
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@ Islander,
Did you get the snail mail?
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Sofie - not yet. Checked in before the bus got through tho' - and one of my neighbours is, even now, navigating the river that is the road to here-
did you get the snailmail?
Cheese part coming after I head south through Geraldine this coming week- delicious wee numbers they are too!
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There was a wonderful concert at bodega last night.
Johnny Chal, Chris Cope Trio and Sacha Vee really rocked the house. What a jazz night !!! -
did you get the snailmail?
Got the rock and one piece of Kauri. Waiting for the other Kauri to begin the project. Guess we all wait for Monday.
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As you now know - snail mail gloriously arrived - and I'm gonna snuggle under that throw this night! Thanks mates!
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Ahh, just for you to know, 26.5 degs inside with door open 23 degs in the shade. Did you open the paper bag?
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My fingers are very large - so the ring just fits to a second joint - and it's wonderful blue planktonic flicker fits to a second joint-
and the brooch - I still think in fibbonaci progression - is so-how do you fellas weld/meld hard metal so?
It is all a joy-
17 inside - 19 outside
humidity 81 -
Needs more cow bell :)
I'll sort that out for you. Wont tell all the secrets but it is soft metal initially. Starts as brass, chromed process. -
Am truly impressed!
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@Islander.
Certainly was all good for me.
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Craig... I'm just dying to know what point 2) is? :)
No you don't. Trust me on this.
Oh, I love safe flirting, I do it all the time. And it isn't quantifiable, I don't think.
No it isn't -- but in a funny way, it's like a mental one night stand with no bitter after taste. Believe it or not, I've been told I can be awfully flirty with women for an old poof, but that's just because I find them interesting; and just because I'm not into lady bits sexually speaking doesn't mean I can't frankly appreciate a beautiful and fascinating woman without being creepy about it.
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Believe it or not, I've been told I can be awfully flirty with women for an old poof, but that's just because I find them interesting; and just because I'm not into lady bits sexually speaking doesn't mean I can't frankly appreciate a beautiful and fascinating woman without being creepy about it.
Craigs best post yet.
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Not nearly rude enough.
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Not nearly rude enough.
Needs more cow bell!
Somehow it is certain descriptions that Craig comes up with, that sorta gives the garden the much needed blood and bone composting that shows PAS what this man can be, and he wins many times over. so yes, that last one wasn't in the running. :) -
Regarding Jack's remark about the putative sleaziness of middle-aged men who might announce they're "poly", meh, I find it's a label that most people don't dick round with past A Certain Age. Yeah, sure, there are people who self-describe as poly who mean it as "I like to screw around with no thought for the consequences", but I've met them in both gender-flavours.
As for the poly, but no orgies plz, yes, "traffic control" is a good explanation. As is, now I think about it, my being incredibly squicked by witnessing people having sex, whether aurally or visually. Obviously I haven't been outright squicked in my group sex experiments, but my lack of enjoyment of it probably isn't unrelated.
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Okay, I'm going to let this thread keep running (obviously, as is my wont) and make the call on the story on about Tuesday.
And Tom is right, I'm surprised we've got as many as we have, walking that line between not being too squicky or upsetting someone else, and still being entertaining. So I've been scouring my memories for a story that makes me look worse than it does anyone else, yet doesn't involve me doing something that I shouldn't have been doing due to someone else having dibs on me.
Let me tell you about Dan. Not that Dan, the other one. I went out with him for about three months at the end of 1990, for the entirety of which he was sleeping with his ex-girlfriend, Jane, who was going out with another one of my friends. I eventually broke up with him, but didn't stop sleeping with him for several months. He might have been a dreadful human being, but he was Good At The Sex.
I did manage to stop doing this, and then one afternoon he phoned me, because I wouldn't let him in the house any more. He loved me, he said. He'd been out with four women he hadn't told me about in the six months or so since we'd broken up, and he just couldn't find what he was looking for with any of them. Possibly because he was trying to find it in my vagina. Ergo, it must be me he was supposed to be with. He was having a party that night, and I should come over and talk about getting back together.
So I suggested that perhaps, given her faultless - nay, mindless - devotion to him, perhaps Jane was what he was looking for. Perhaps he should try going out with her again. And he swore blind that it was me he loved, and please, wouldn't I just come, and give him a chance.
And because I am an idiot, I went. And to this party, he'd invited me, and Jane, and this other girl he'd been out with after me who had purple boots. He was completely trashed by the time I turned up, and very happy. Because you see, it turned out I'd had a fabulous idea. I'd been right. It WAS Jane he was supposed to be with, and they were already back together. Wasn't that nice?
Anyway, that saved me having to make any kind of decision. But I went back about a week later, and had sex with him, just to prove that she had no greater hold over his penile loyalty than I'd had. That proved, I walked away, and never saw him again.
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Anyway, that saved me having to make any kind of decision. But I went back about a week later, and had sex with him,
As ya do, I actually think the only reason I walked away from relationships is because they screwed around. No other reason. Many a lesson learnt in trying differing approaches of leaving though, and don't have any regrets. There has to be always, the going back to make sure fer yerself just one more time but. :)
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I actually think the only reason I walked away from relationships is because they screwed around
Unless I'm misremembering I don't think I've ever had a relationship end due to someone screwing around (though screwing around was a feature in a few of them).
I had one partner who split up with me on a near weekly basis, for several years and always, always came back who was a bit surprised when I broke it off (I still loved him but it just wasn't working) and meant it.
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