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He's really a stud - but 4 missing limbs might be too much. A single BK amputation is more my speed, maybe an AK.

I'm attracted to so many different types of men that it's hard to say what motivates me other than my dick. No matter how my selection of types increases, I do have an archetype - a man of average height, heavy beard, athletic build, black hair, dark complected and a very hairy chest - it's a very primal attraction. Not surprisingly, the first man I had sex with at age 17 was exactly this type. I don't know if I was already attracted to that type or if I was imprinted by that early experience. I am also a sapiosexual - extremely bright men really get me.

Such intense suffering - it's as though he's assumed the grief of the entire nation.

I think I hired him a couple years ago. He still had a RM profile then.

I take it when I clean out.

The article I just read called it "the poor man's methadone."

She was disappointed that none of us wanted her to come live with them, but none of us really liked her very much.

My mother hated it. She sat in a chair seething with anger for two years.

My mother lived in an independent living facility. The facility had a dining room and provided one meal per day. Residents were on their own for breakfast and dinner. She had a little kitchen in the apartment - cabinets, small refrigerator, microwave.

It isn't something that the physician signed on for at the beginning of his/her career. Also, physicians all the time decline to provide treatments requested by patients that the physician believes are not in the patient's best interest. How is assisted suicide any different. I have accepted the fact of assisted suicide, but, boy, do I not like it.

Odd question, sort of like "who's more popular." It reminds me of a story a guy told in a therapy group I attended during AIDS. This guy was talking about how many friends he had lost, and he said that whenever a friend died, he took the friend's card out of his rolodex and placed it in a stack, and that his stack of dead friends was several inches thick. Of course, it would have been very poor form to challenge the guy's story, so I just kept my mouth shut, but I was thinking "Who has so many friends that it would make a stack of rolodex cards several inches thick?" The only way would be if he had a VERY inclusive idea of what a friend is. It didn't register with me because my idea of friendship is pretty exclusive. I have lots of acquaintances and business contacts - even people that I know fairly well. But my circle of friends is quite small.

I would argue that oral sex IS penetrative sex - it's a dick going into a hole.

They must resemble that prescription drug they used to give for diarrhea - lomotil. They got you slightly buzzed.

Good thing to know - fisters love em.

A friend of a friend actually did something similar. She was in Oregon and had a terminal cancer. I thought the whole thing sounded creepy. The day of her death, she threw a large party. She apparently loved dancing and make a big deal out of having last dances with many of her friends. Then, at the appointed time, she swallowed the cocktail and in 15 minutes or so was no more. She died with her guests present. Another friend of a friend also committed physician-assisted suicide here in California. He was in his early 80's, had end-stage kidney disease and was apparently in a lot of pain. He had a few good friends with him, swallowed the cocktail and within 15-20 minutes was gone. Back when people with AIDS frequently took their own lives, they often did it by taking a massive overdose of liquid morphine and putting a plastic bag over their heads. A friend, who was very ill and may have only had months to live asked me if I would help him. I told him I couldn't - that I respected his choice but couldn't be involved. He was furious with me - we didn't speak for months. Shortly after that, protease inhibitors became available, he started on them and is alive and well today. I once asked him if he wasn't glad that I had refused to help him. He wouldn't answer.

My niece is a veterinarian. They call the stuff they use to euthanize animals "pink juice." It is always pink, but the formulation is different from manufacturer to manfacturer. I have had three cats put down and each time, I was with them holding them. The stuff is almost instantaneous - the animal stops breathing before the vet finishes the injection. They almost always use a sedative before they give the pink juice. It breaks my heart every time I have to euthanize a pet. Germane to this thread, there are other uses for pink juice. MY niece's partner, a young man with a wife and young child used pink juice to take his own life. He was found lying in bed with his open bible in his lap. Apparently, there is a high rate of suicide among veterinarians. My niece is probably better off without him. She is a veterinary radiologist and her specialty is ultrasound diagnosis. She has a van staffed with several employees and they drive from one practice to another imaging their patients. She's very successful.

Not really - some people are just easily knowable.

I knew that would provoke you.

I'm very hot for amputees.

I like bald men - I think I prefer them to a man with a full head of hair.

One of my favorites - I like acne scars on the back, too.

Agreed - there is no such thing as a guy who is too hairy.

I had a nice chat with him at the Midnite Sun once. I was permanently smitten after that.

I have used it a lot - great for afternoon get-togethers.

It is not a choice that I could imagine myself making, but it's his life. Among people who lived through AIDS, it is common to have known someone who had help taking their own life - we're talking men in their 20s and 30s.