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I like big men - tall, or bearish or musclemen. Also like hairy men. And men of color.

The psychologization of daily life - in which everyone is riddled with pathology and is nothing more than a subject for study.

Certainly people who do major body modifications don't do them on impulse or on a whim, but the reasons or motivations for doing it are something that they come up with after the fact to convince themselves or others that it was rational and well-thought out, but fundamentally, they do it because they wanted to. I'm extensively tattooed. I can say that Ive been fascinated by tattoos since early childhood and that I love the way they look, but fundamentally, I got every one of my tattoos because I wanted to. I probably won't get anymore, even though I want to, because my husband thinks I have enough and keeping him happy is a very high priority.

I love a man with a PA. I love to play with the PA with my tongue, tug on it a little, try to get my tongue into the piercing and really focus on the head of his dick. Any more modification to the dick besides the PA begins to seem like self-mutilation and I'm turned off by it.

My father was on dialysis for kidney disease and I was his main caregiver. I was also working full-time. His dialysis unit had a full-time social worker. I can't remember how I connected with her- she might have called me - but she told me I needed to do everything I could to lighten my load. She had a lot of advice and connected me with all sorts of community-based organizations that helped out with his care. I was amazed to find out the resources that were available just for the asking.

To me, it's an expression of deep gratitude. She saved his ass and he wanted the world to know how grateful he was. Of course he suffered, but he preferred to shift the focus to his wife and everything she had done for him.

You should read Christopher Isherwood's early works, set in gay Berlin in the 1930's as fascism was sweeping Europe. - There are several -"Mr. Norris Changes Trains," "Good-Bye to Berlin" are the ones I can think of, but there were quite a few.

I'm a versatile fister, so I need to be squeaky clean and ready for anything. My principal is "If it seemed like it was too easy, it was." Sometimes, you can hose out a couple times and it seems like you're done. You're not. That's an "incident" waiting to happen.

I have a FB, who I haven't seen since before the pandemic, who is rather ordinary but the chemistry is amazing. I never tired of kissing that man - just out of this world.

I certainly appreciate a handsome face, but I'm really into muscle - hairy muscle especially

I love Super Bowl Sunday - the gym is always deserted.

We dont exchange fluids

I'm a pig - I like it all - love men's holes.

I don't use PrEP for sex with my husband - he is pos undetectable. But I use the 2-1-1 approach for sex with guys outside our relationship.

I go for the pricey ones after they've been marked down. I don't care that I'm wearing last season's sweat pants.

My mother was the same. She was very skilled at sewing and made all of her own clothes. When my sister got married, my mother made the dress- she spent months on it. My grandmother embroidered it - full, floor-length skirt, veil, the works. My mother was so good that young women asked her to teach them how to sew. After the first couple of times, she wouldn't do it, because, she said, they didn't want to do things right and it frustrated her.

Straight folks and their weddings are like that. The dress is supposed to be a keepsake that is passed from generation to generation. A young woman who I worked with complained that her parents had only set aside $10K for her wedding so it really complicated planning.

Really nice sweatpants are $100+. Decent sweatpants are $40+ Cotton/poly blend are $20 - 30.

All those prestige labels don't interest me much. I love great clothes, but the only place they can have a logo is on a discreet label on the inside of the garment.

I think the most I have ever spent on a suit was $800.00. I have bought several items in a particular consignment shop I like. I don't have a thing for used underwear, so I've never bought any. I do want to buy a Burberry suit but haven't yet.

Please tell me you are not planning to die intestate.

My prominent San Francisco cardiologist would put them in the drinking water. During my first appointment with him ten or so years ago he said, "All roads lead to statins."

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I think the risk from statin use is way overblown and I am even someone who experienced ill effects from statins. It wasn't statins that created the problem but that I was on the wrong statin for me. Switched to a new statin and problem solved. It all has the same feel to me as the anti-vax hysteria, except that it should have gone away by now. My brother-in-law became convinced that his statin was affecting his mental status and stopped taking it for that reason. He doesn't seem any better or worse off since he stopped.