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But they are in costume. They are dressed up as a$$holes.

Is that what I should have been doing???? Ooops, my bad! :phanvan

They say: a dog has a family, a cat has servants.

Haha.... I used to say the same thing as your sis did to my mates. And as for boarding school, I was always in trouble and then I got expelled in my final year before univ for smoking dope. It was a real scandal at the time. My parents wept during the drive home.

Elena, it sounds like you have a very sensitive understanding of this sad business and thus you are able to help your friend. You knew her mother and so you really can assure your friend that although her mother should not have forced your friend to abort her babies, she made her mistake out of love and concern for her daughter. And you can urge your friend to get in contact with the address supplied by Gadget.

Phelps and his band of sickos hate Canada (an ungodly country ) because same sex marriage is legal up here and they have been blocked from coming north of the border in order to protest this under our legislation. You see, freedom of speech up here stops when it consists of fomenting hatred against other people. They used to have a bitch page about Canada on their home website which was pretty funny. I don't know whether it is still there.

Grrl, you are gonna love it! :whoo:

No, I have never, ever regretted my choice and, like your sister, I was always meticulous about my birth control practices. I also made it very clear to any man with whom I was involved that I never wanted children. The irony in my life was that I kept getting involved in serious relationships with men who did want children and who did believe that they would be able to change my mind on this issue. It sure would have made my life easier had I been gay though many of my gay friends - men and women - face the opposite problem: they are anxious to have children. As you know from a post I made on a different thread, I didn't enjoy my own childhood much. This may have played a role in my decision. As for sex, before I was placed on the Prozac clan of antidepressants my sex drive was simply far too high for me to abstain. I wanted my father's life and was grief-stricken when I was a young child that I had been born a girl. My father was self-employed and did a fine job of supporting his family. He had enormous personal freedom, had a rat-pack of cronies with whom he hung out, came and went as he wished; my mother was completely subordinate to him. Then, when I was 10, they shopped me, the only girl, off to boarding school, a place where I didn't want to be. For me having a child/children signalled the end of freedom and, well, choice. This is one of the reasons why I am very much pro-choice on this issue. This is a long and personal post and Marjon is correct when he notes that we should leave this type of material out of this discussion but I personally find it interesting when this is interwoven with more objective arguments. It is interesting to understand where we all come from, I think.

Only one actually said something about it. LOL He said something along the lines of I didn't so much give an actual blow job but kind of visit the region and absent-mindedly graze, kind of like a cow.... And it is true. I get bored really quickly and my jaw cramps up :phanvan and I am either unco-ordinated or have no sense of rhythm because I keep changing my approach to the biz. :omg: Ugh! Once I tried humming while I was doing it. I thought maybe the vibrations might add an interesting twist. Sadly though, the guy was a musician and I don't hum in tune. :heh: He found it very distracting. :rolleyes We had a good laugh about it. He was the one who told me that I gave head like a cow. It didn't really bother him; we were together for 7 years and I was the one who dumped him (a number of times). We are still friends. :biggrin1:

Well, for what it is worth, I think I had my abortion somewhere around the 7th week after the ball got rolling (as it were). I do find these websites which display foetal development to be very interesting albeit on a largely academic level. I suppose I keep poking my nose into this debate because I feel that I am in the way of being your token pro-abortion baby-killer grrl. I was not a victim of rape or of incest. My physical health was not threatened by this pregnancy. I was a well-educated, healthy, and responsible woman in her early 30s who had made a point of being extremely careful about her birth control practices because she knew that she never, ever wanted to be pregnant and that she never, ever wanted to have a child. I was living with a man who did want the child and who was, moreover, excellent genetic material in, oh, so many ways. The issue was me.

And, oh yah, I give a truly lousy BJ. LOL

Nina, I would love to meet you and your munchkins, and the mate, too. I find the glimpses which you have provided into your life to be utterly fascinating. And this is why I will go on to describe a little more of my own life. I will tell you and the rest of the LBT gang that neither of my parents were alcoholics but my father was much more pleasant when he had had a few. He was emotionally very unreliable when he was sober and living with him was like walking over mined territory. One simply never knew how the man would react. That his violence always took the form of psychological abuse was arguably worse; the victim never had any bruises, cuts or broken bones, nothing concrete to point to, just a dreadful sense of self-damage, and the feeling that she might have hallucinated the whole thing. For many years I used to joke that I wished that my father was an alcoholic. My father fit the classic abusive profile: when he wasn't acting out he was utterly charming. And he himself had lived a truly miserable childhood. My mother was an enabler. My father was the first of her children. She adored him and as long as he didn't beat her children she was prepared to protect him. And so throughout our infant years we were subjected to his caprices, his rages, his insults, and his sudden tantrums, we were used to be criticised and terrorised and scuttling, in tears, to our bedrooms. Later on our mum would inevitably enter into the bedroom of the victime du jour, for my dad always isolated one of us in order to be his chosen victim, and tell the child that she or he had to forgive dad because dad had had a shitty childhood. And in this fashion mum added guilt to the weight of all the other negatives which were already weighing the child down. So I guess that this is something which folks might be surprised to know about me.

Chickie - put your stats and yer before and afters back on yer posts ASAP, eh. You saw how we voted: 72 pro and 0 con. Respect the results of the referendum. :glasses (My niece lives in Oz. I could send her over to your house, ya know, and, like, threaten you by speaking Canadian.......:help: :heh: ) lol :bounce:

I can really relate. I have never been a morning person. When I switched from office work to blue collar land the first thing I did was volunteer for permanent afternoon work. I spent most of the remainder of my work life sleeping in and shopping, banking, etc with the pensioners, stay at home mums and the unemployed. Now I am a retiree and rarely have to get up before I want to. This is very, very nice for a natural owl. :bounce:

Sadly too, we can't "un-kill" - whatever that means:confused: - Hitler, the individual who was responsible for erasing almost all of my family on my father's side, the individual who plunged Europe into a wildly destructive and costly war. We can't "un-kill" Kaiser Wilhelm, the individual who instigated the 1st World War. And, yes, I am aware that this is a cheap argument.

What I have been getting out of this thread is that some of us are more goal oriented than others. I believe that people used to refer to type A and type B personalities. (I don't know if they still do.) Anyhow, As are very focussed, intense, and goal-oriented folk. Bs are very laid-back, diffuse; they are gadflies or slackers. I suspect, and I may be very wrong, that part of the variance in our approaches to weight loss goals may be linked to our different personality types. I also suspect that many of those who set more modest goals for themselves fall into at least one of the following two groups: 1) they have had serious weight issues throughout their entire lives 2) they are older women (or men) who do not believe that it is possible (or perhaps even advisable) for themselves to return to the weights which they enjoyed when they were in their teens and early 20s. Certainly middle-aged people, and I am talking about normos here, do tend to beef up. Both men and women will grow wider in the waist and hips. It seems that nature does not plan for us to be as light as we were as adolescents. And as for the first group, the folks who have always suffered from obesity, these are individuals who have never ever experienced life within the normo range. To expect someone who is in this situation to make the emotional leap and set a normo goal toute de suite may well be impossible. Many folks want the band because they just want and dream of shedding some of their excess weight. I personally see nothing wrong with setting a modest goal for oneself; once this achieved the bar can always be raised, you know.

Wow! His prices are real good compared to my accountant's!!! I am now green with envy....

Sweating. I don't sweat as much and the heat doesn't torment me as much. This is a real big improvement in my life.

I love Judge Judy.

TommyO: it's Hallowe'en tonight. You just might have your wish/fears come true....

I know I got a tax break for my surgery but the accountant figured it out for me. I've been using an accountant for many years now - I rent out my basement flat - and he is surprisingly inexpensive. I pay more for his services than my mate does because my tax work is more elaborate but it sure is wonderful having someone else do it. I am very, very blonde when it comes to numbers..... They e-file and then send you the hard copy to sign along with their bill. Tax time is so easy now for Green!

With respect to the early feminists, I must confess that I don't care what the early feminists thought on this subject of abortion. Though these women did much fine work for the rights of women many of these same folks were anti-Semites and often held other view points which many of us today would find unacceptable.

Forgot her undies. Hahahaha. That's like forgetting where you live. What an idiot. :heh:

Thank you, L8. I have strong feelings on this subject because I was born in 1949 and although I grew up to have a very strong (and heterosexual) sex drive I always knew, even when I was very, very young, that I wanted to be able to live as freely as men could do. I was never interested in having children of my own and still don't find babies and very young children at all appealing. I wanted to be able to study, learn, travel freely, enjoy sex, work in a man's field, make as much money as a man does, and own my own property. I viewed my father and by extension all men as living much freer lives than women did. My dad was a very intelligent, and a very gifted man but then so was my mother a very intelligent and creative woman. She, however, had her wings clipped. I didn't want to have mine clipped by virtue of my sexual organs. I don't want to see any woman trapped by virtue of her sexual organs. When a woman embraces motherhood it should be by her choice and then it is a lovely thing.

Very cool post, Wheets. And, losin', lol, grrl.