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Originally posted by justyouraveragecavemenView Post
The problem with this is that politicians think that just because they "like" or "approve" of something, then all people related to the "approved" will vote for them. They think we're idiots. Gay marriage though? Everyone should have the right to be sexually deprived and bound by law.
justyouraveragecaveman- to be fair, i'm making assumptions about dating.
lol. i hear ya about the no sex thing. hubby and i are long-distance (soon to end!! woohoo!!) and yet there's a guy but a block away who i know would say yes if i offered. last no sex streak was 4 months.
my husband got laid more (by me) before we got married, but we had kids after getting married, and I'm blaming it on that. who wants to have sex when you have a baby monitor buzzing in your ear? And you don't dare shut it off b/c if you do and one of your kids wants you and you don't answer, they come looking and aren't happy with what they find...
Primal since March 5, 2012
SW: 221 | CW: 204 | LPW: 166 | UGW: 140 (80 lbs loss)
This is happening under protest. Lady Friend believes it is healthy for me to spend some time with actual people, and occasionally she drags me away from my computer to interact with the world. As she:
A) Can lift Gay Panda off the floor in a loving/threatening manner
B) Controls Gay Panda’s tech
C) Edits Gay Panda’s stories
It is unwise to refuse.
So Gay Panda is traveling soon to the magical land of Wisconsin, where cows tap dance in snowy pastures to Broadway musical numbers and television teaches me that everyone’s head is topped by a giant wedge of cheese.*
I am about ready to pass out! I live in Wisconsin. Just the thought of GP in my state is enough to make it so much more interesting than it already is, with those dancing cows and all.
I have a side of beef in the freezer, if you get desperate.
It reminds me of when I was in college and still struggling very much with my sexual orientation. One of my siblings had told me that gays were actually WORSE than child molesters (seriously? A person in a same-sex partnership with another adult is WORSE than some perv lusting after an eight-year-old? You'd prefer to live next door to a child molester than Gay Panda?), my grandmother said that gays burned in hell and I'd heard nothing else complimentary from any avenue.
I decided that I needed to go to the Gay Student Union for one of their weekly meetings. Maybe that would help. There were about forty students in attendance and they looked just like anyone else, ranging from preppie to piercings to both. The exception was a man who had been kicked out of my Latin class, as he clearly had some mental problem and constantly interrupted the professor to take winding and incomprehensible tangents. We called him (privately) Stan the Pervert Man because he was in his forties or fifties and chased college boys to the point of pounding on their dorm windows and scaring the hell out of them.
The group leader said that we would play a game, everyone sit in a circle and mention what celebrity you wouldn't kick out of bed for eating crackers. The girls said people like Melissa Etheridge and Nicole Kidman; the boys said Mario Lopez and Pick-A-Baldwin. We wound down to the end of the circle, where Stan the Pervert Man had come in late to take a seat. He stared rather blankly and was prompted by the group leader what celebrity he wanted in bed. And he said, "Macaulay Culkin."
Everyone froze, speechless with horror. Finally, the group leader said tentatively, "You mean the . . . the ten-year-old kid?"
"Yeah," said Stan the Pervert Man. "That kid from Home Alone!"
At the time of this meeting, Macaulay Culkin was still in his early teens. No one knew what to say, and the silence stretched out until the leader ended the game. I couldn't wait to get the hell out of there and away from that sick man, and I didn't know what to think about gay people. But everyone else had seemed so regular, just gay instead of straight, and they were as scandalized as I was at what he had said. It was a long time before I went back, though, because I just didn't want to be associated in any way with a guy who dreamed about the star of Home Alone in his bed.