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РОИ :: Запрет на рассылку рекламных СМС без предварительного письменного согласия абонента

I want to make a drawing of myself, put it on a hardwood slate, and stab it repeatedly with an icepick yelling, "Die! Die! Die!"
D'ya reckon I'm depressed or something?

Why do women show off their boobage? I'd probably know if I had any.
Anyhoo, how come men don't show off their cocks? If women are encourage to flaunt their boobs, men should be allowed to flaunt their endowment. But nonononono, the world of fashion is strictly for male enjoyment.

A tall blond hunk in a wifebeater? Sold! Don't wrap him up, I'm havin'im right away!

Seriously though, the man has presence. Even though it's a vehicle for the female lead, the male supporting actor can most definitely hold his own and not steal focus. He can make you believe his character is into the girl and at the same time let you know he's conning her. Because relationships are complicated, there's always an agenda, and there's always a real connection. And you can't help feeling for him even though you kinda hate him.

And he can be very Chinese, too. And his biceps are yummy. I assume it's from his drumming job, those guys have most luggage.

To sum up, so see the play. If you're a girl, take some tissues. If you're not, stock up on that heart medication, you're gonna need it eventually if you don't provide an outlet for normal emotional expression.

Holding peaceful protesters who are trying to make the planet safer for my kid at gunpoint is so typical. And a disgrace.

I wish mother hadn't tried to protect me from people's nastiness so hard. She deliberately misled me to believe that some people were nice, so I trusted them and now she wants me to cut them out of my life because they're getting too close for her comfort. Well, here's a newsflash - keeping things from your closest family will always blow up in their face. What sort of protection is that? Pretty selfish from where I'm sitting.

I was raised in a marriage of one man and one woman. That's how I was raised and no one can change it. No gay activists, no churches, no vegans, no one. My family is about one man and one woman.
That is precisely the reason why I firmly believe that no one should have a say in who you should or should not marry.
You don't have a say in my family, I don't have a say in yours. Your marriage, your decision. Just do it.

Imho, he would nail that part. Or any part he'd want to go after. But I hope he's not CG. Not because he's openly gay, it's not a question of sexuality. The real question is, isn't there enough more interesting work out there, and what business would he have going after something like Fifty Shades of Crap?

Does hearing someone confess equal actually being loved by them? I mean, it's just words, why are they so important? Why do we manipulate, cojole and badger each other into saying them? If the feeling isn't there, lying won't magick it into existence.

No, I don't mean that location-wise!
Mas called to meet up the other day. He was already topside, I was riding the escalator up. I saw him peer intently somewhere in the general direction of the passenger flow and not seeing me. I came right up to him, almost to where I could rub my nose against his breastbone, before he noticed. And even when he did see me right there, he still couldn't take his eyes off whatever he had been looking at.
Turns out, there was an African-American sailor in uniform right behind me on the escalator. Really cute, too, and looked quite dashing in the uniform. I would probably have oggled him, too. But I'm a girl, and Mas is a guy. And he was totally checking out that sailor when he was supposed to be waiting for me! Was I entitled to feel insulted? Should I have been?

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- Фотохостинг - национальный фотоархив, размещение частных фотографий, фотоальбомов

Ssserpent is coming to town for a series of gigs. I so want to go. I'm also terrified at the idea of possibly seeing my ex there. He is a bigger fan of the Sserpent than I am. Heck, I hadn't even been aware he had a band until my ex told me. I want to see my high school friend. I don't want to see my ex. Oh god, what if his wife/my former roommate comes, too? I'll burst into flames from shame at how I treated him all those years ago. I think I'm about to burst into flames and burn a hole in my chair and fall right into hell just thinking about it.

He was the first presidential candidate I voted for. The one before him - I was a couple months too young to vote. But then he resigned. The following election, my man took my voter innocence. It was so romantic, so special. The whole country was full of expectations.

Twelve years later the romantic fog lifted, and the whole country is full of something else entirely.

I don't remember what falling in love feels like. I remember very vividly how much being in love sucks, but how did I get there last time? What if I stumble into that mess inadvertently because I'm too dumb to remember? To be honest, the idea scares the living daylights out of me.

When my mother talks about her coworkers' cancers, she expects empathy and support from me. And how can I not giver them knowing she lost her mother to cancer?
When I tell her my friend has been diagnosed with a tumor, she acts like she couldn't care less. She knows it's been just a little over a year since cancer took another friend of mine, and she's still like, ah whatever don't bother me with your little problems.
Maybe it's her way of coping, who knows. Maybe losing a mother at 13 makes you that way. So you expect everyone be there for you but when people want to share with you, you don't give a rat's ass.

Государственная Дума России: Отказ от административной ответственности за пропаганду гомосексуализма
Ну нельзя вводить ответственность за пропаганду того, что не является правонарушением. С 2004 года им талдычут, не в каждом составе какой-нибудь баран неграмотный находится.

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I watch him on Youtube or wherever and my heart gets constricted. I just want to find some semblance of solace in the circle of his arms, pressed up against his chest, nuzzling his clavicle. Feel his fingertips on the nape of my neck. His breath at the shell of my ear. That's all I want. No drama, no comlications, just simple human comfort.

I know that for that wish alone every respectable religion (and most irrespectable ones) on the planet will hurl me to every imaginable hell for all eternity. And then and there, burning for the rest of time, I'll probably be too out of this world to remember why it happened. But in the here and now I sin again and again with no trace of repentance and can't stop my little black sinful damned-for-all-time heart from going to him.

I feel wierd. Like I'm in a bad place. Like there's a security breach, and any random guy can just budge in and wreak havoc in my life. I feel a strong urge to take care of my child. Detect and eliminate the breach. Build the walls back up. But I can't find where they've been compromised. It's late October, I'm not supposed to have this feeling. Is it because of V? Does it mean it's time to end it? I can't end it with V. He's safe, he doesn't care, he'd never hurt us. It must just be me then. The weather must have made by BP go haywire. I should probably follow my otolaryngologist's advice.

Well, there you have it. Doesn't matter if a guy is straight or gay, you get involved - you get your heart smashed.