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Good lord. Does anybody actually believe that a crew of hot young college hunks shows up to do your move? It's advertising bullshit.

It's not that bad - being a cube rat in Silicon Valley tends to pay well.

We were all cube rats - not much face-to-face interaction.

I used to work for a tech company in Fremont-there were quite a few Filipino restaurants in the area where we had lunch. My favorite was a rice congee with chicken. It was always topped with lots of sautéed garlic and onion.

My husband and I were having dinner in a restaurant in Sorrento. The owner treated us to a whole squid topped with a red sauce. My husband couldn’t eat it-it grossed him out. I said “We can’t not eat it-he gave it to us.” So I ate the whole thing. I didn’t care for the tentacles, but the rest was ok.

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.