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If you have ever witnessed a circumcision, you could only call it violent. When I was in the Army, I was a corpsman. I worked for a short period of time in the newborn nursery taking care of newborn infants. As I remember, circumcision was done by a pediatrician, not the OBGYN. They would do a bunch of little boys every couple of days. They put the baby in a restraint called a "circ board," which held him completely immobile. The instrument they used for the procedure was a sort of clamp with a sharp blade. They put the babies, screwed into their circ boards, in a line on a long counter. The doc went down the line tightening the clamp on each boy's dick until it severed his foreskin. The babies were screaming hysterically and couldn't move because they were completely restrained. Not a pretty sight.

I don't understand it either. I'm crazy about them. My gym is in a part of town where a high concentration of Asians live, both American and foreign-born. I love being around all those good-looking Asian muscle boys.

There's an intent requirement with adverse possession that doesn't seem to be present here. The boyfriend would have to have occupied Unicorn's property with the intent of taking it as his own.

He treated his white boyfriends kind of like trophies. It was interesting. He was great sex. Not long ago, I saw him for the first time in years. He aged beautifully.

Many years ago, I dated a black man who would only date whites.

My mother was a very toxic person, extremely judgmental and actually thought the whole rest of the world envied her for one reason or another. She had a weird hole in her personality - almost completely incapable of empathy. She had a very cynical view of marriage in which one person is the other's ball and chain, with the ball and chain holding the other one back from the life they were meant to lead. Usually the wife was the ball and chain, but in her case, my father was the ball and chain holding her back from doing great things.

Almost no one had an ideal upbringing. The number of people who say they grew up in a dysfunctional family is astonishing. My mother was extremely narcissistic and/or may have had borderline personality disorder. I realised shortly after I left home that it was impossible to have a normal relationship with her. I completely excluded her from my life for nearly 15 years. I eventually realized that, for my own well being and growth as a person, it was important for me to at least go through the motions of a normal relationship with her, knowing that it was likely to be frustrating and disappointing. I started doing all the things a child would do for a mother that he really cared about-cards, phone calls, regular visits, an occasional vacation together, sending her money regularly and so on, knowing all the while that I was doing it for myself and not for her. She died a few years ago. Her death was mildly painful, but I was over it in a couple weeks. I don't miss her particularly, but there's nothing that I wish I would have done differenly, nothing I wish I would have said that I didn't say. The whole thing is complete for me.

Mostly I'm not into applied fragrance such as cologne. But I love the smell of a man's sweaty arm pits.

I adore smelly men.

I think gum-chewing is generally an obnoxious habit. I can understand children doing it, but why adults want people to see them going around working their jaws is very puzzling.

Topicals from a compounding pharmacy are very inexpensive.

"White" is a skin tone - a phenotype. There is no biological basis for race.

My husband and I subscribe to two different services, hellofesh and plated. They eliminate meal planning and grocery shopping, but, if anything, meal prep is more complicated because you're always fixing something new. It's great for us because of the amazing variety but a lot of people like having a limited food palette, particularly old people.

Queen Anne-exactly.

A little farmhouse on a hillside with a wraparound porch

a few times a year

I say, "Sorry, not in my budget."

It's a fact of life now. Appoinments don't really mean anything. If you don't reconfirm at the last minute, the other party assumes they don't have to show.

I think watching porn can become compulsive but I don't think it's an addiction. There are a lot of things we call addictions now that are not actually addictions.

It's still pretty intrusive seeing Valentine's merchandise in stores in early January.

Here in the US, at least they get Valentines Day out of the way before you start seeing Easter merchandise.

Sultanas are called dried currants in the US.

We were lethargic protestants. We didn't worry about most of that stuff.

This is reaching back a lot of years, but I seem to remember we had them on Saturday, before Easter.

They probably don't compare with donuts - but, as I remember, they were sort of a glazed sweet roll with raisins and a cross on top made from white icing. What's not to like?