Find it vastly annoying to be confronted by other people's belief system when you come on to sites like this one? I mean, come on guys. I got enough going on without having to dodge it here.
I think it is great you believe the way you do, but I don't need to hear about it.
FoFor awhile now, I've been wanting to do a "AMA" much like how Fet does it.
(I'm not paying them 5 bucks a month just for that feature though )
I do get a good deal of messages asking about various things and always happy to answer them. The people asking don't always get the answer they like though.
So I thought I would take up the Challenge and see what people ask.
Email me here, Bond me, or comment on this and I will make a new post tomorrow with the top 10 questions (if I get that many) with the answers
Questions will be posted anonymously
Have at it!
You all pissed and moaned and laughed at my
choice of the Lord of the Rings
for my scening music
So I went out and got something new.
Enjoy this, bitches:
The orange Pain in the Ass is back home again!
So after spending the night at the Vet's under observation, they decided he was fine and had no idea what was wrong. He is eating fine and now hiding out in the house, because he is mad at me for taking him and leaving him there.
Thank you all for the kind words and thoughts :)
Fuck, I feel like 10 pound pile of shit in a 5 pound bag.
Yesterday morning, one of my cats started puking. Which is a normal cat thing.
Til he started puking blood.
Of course on a Sunday, when the vet is closed. So spent the day keeping an eye on him. He slept and went to the bathroom, but didn't hide.
Course you other cat lovers know those are good signs. Spent the day yesterday looking after him
Spent the night getting up to check on him. Still not hiding but moving around to different sleeping spots, so a good deal of hunting.
Get to wait til the vet is open and then have him x-rayed.
I hope every one else's day is going to be better.
I guess it is more about your chest than mine
He wandered into the bookstore without realizing it.
He had started out his day as he normally did. Showered, shaved, dressed. But, as he stepped outside, he felt like this wasn't a normal day. Something was different, but he couldn't tell what. So he locked his door and began his walk. Up and down streets he knew, and some he didn't. Through alleys and tunnels. When he got tired, he found a door and opened it.
On the other side was a room with shelves and shelves of books. He barely heard the tinkle of bell on the inside of the door, or even the "Hello! How may I help you?" from the woman behind the counter. He simply was in awe at the books! Big ones, slim ones. Tall ones and skinny. Spines and covers of all the colors in the rainbow and more!
Some of the books whispered to him, others screamed. "Come, take me home! Read me, READ ME NOW!" They all chorused as he wandered around the place. They all wanted his attention, they all wanted to be owned and cared for.
But the man was particular. Even more so than the average reader. He had heavy expectations of the books he owned. Not everything was up to that challenge. Not every book was worthy of reading, sometimes. But still he searched the room. Surely there must be something here, he thought.
That was when he shifted his gaze. Lifting his eyes from his normal view, he spotted something on a higher shelf. A shelf out of easy reach. Beyond the grasp of everyday. Looking around, the man found a stool to stand on, and with an extended strech of his arms and legs, he placed his fingers on the book he knew he longed for.
The man saw the leather cover was shiny. Not new from a fresh press, but still gleamed in the light. He saw prints fore and aft, from others who mishandled the book. But, he thought, these could be buffed out, with a little love and caring. As he gently turned the book, he spyed the gilted page edges, gleaming under the store's lights. Along the top, yellowed book marks stuck out in two or three places.
These he pulled and tossed to the floor. He didn't care where others had read before.
With the book firmly grasped in his hand, he approached the woman behind the counter. When he handed it to her, she looked at him over her glasses and told him that volume held a hefty price. He locked stares with her and replied with all the good ones do.
He left the store, leaving The Price lay upon the counter. He wanted to go home and begin his journey with the book. He knew it was going to be a tough read but he wanted to devour it.
One Page at A Time
Or is it just lust...
Most of us here can spot things that just scream FAKE! when we take the time to read another's profile. Certain actions someone makes that lend credence to the idea they are not being truthful about what they are here for.
But God Damn!
Some of those stolen photos are hot as hell! I do wish I could get to know the person in the photo, provided of course they were interested in the lifestyle.
I wish I was better at cyber stalking
(Disclaimer: Not everyone who choses to keep information about themselves are fake. Everyone has the right to choose what and what not to disclose. While there are some indications fake profiles give, not everything others do should indicate they are having a fake profile)
Look,
You asked about my refection
About being submissive in the Bedroom
I Don't know why you got so mad
when
I said
"That is just being a bottom, which is fine for some people"
An All caps reply and then blocking is a tad over dramatic
