Ah, see; that’s where you messed up.
In my scenario, I’m still 100% me, only in a male body.
I have, actually.
Ah, see; that’s where you messed up.
In my scenario, I’m still 100% me, only in a male body.
I have, actually.
Nah. I’m keenly aware that our psychology is inextricably intertwined with our biology. The idea that our brain is some kind of moated island inside our body is just a reductionary fantasy.
I would like to have a visceral sense of what my wife and what my younger self’s lovers felt. But even women’s experience must vary significantly, and the bright line between male and female is itself a bit of a fiction that needs demolishing to make a just world where the full spectrums of sexuality are accepted. I do want to experience the bio-neurological variety beyond my own sexuality, but I’ll freely concede that I’m not keen to experience the cocksplats, creeps and dick picks that today’s royally fucked-up, pathetic, creepy-ass fuckbbois send the way of women in ceaseless warted hordes.
Many. Natural line of inquiry to arise in the due course of repeated intimacy.
That’s great, but I was referring to @teknocholer, making fun of his joke.
Even so.
*LMAO!
That’s just cause the women get to give multiple answers each.
I thought it was an essay question. Damn!
It can be, depending on the woman in question.
I like a lady who grades on English.
Don’t worry, I’ll GIF it…
*lolz
I like you too; you silly.
IIRC they had to re-shoot the laundry room scene so MTV would show the video.
Which video? Granted, I’m more a music fan than a music video fan. But Phrenology came out in 2002. Was MTV still showing music videos by then?
Not that I put a great deal of stock in TV censors. They enforce mores, not morals.
Oh noes…bewbz!
Sorry, I meant “Break You Off.” I didn’t (and don’t) have MTV; I would’ve read about it at Okayplayer. But yeah, one figures it was all game shows or reality shows by then.
I pretty much stoped watching MTV after The “Real” World.
I don’t mean to sound smug, but I saw the writing on the cathode ray tube. I admit that I’ve slipped and watched some of the dance variety shows now billed under the umbrella of “reality TV”…but the clown shows for brain-dead idiots (did someone say Kardashian?) can go straight the hell to heck (hell itself being strictly for non-boring people).
Second nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me…after the woman I was dating (who I’d later marry) said, and I quote: You’re a weirdo, but you’re way more interesting than most people.
Seriously, she said that. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is
Weird is good; usually.
She’s pretty weird too. By which I mean she’s pretty and she’s weird.
I think it’s all about partner’s weirdness being complementary. Sort of like how the right combination of protein complexes can create life, but the wrong prion in the mix makes mad cow disease. Yes, that was subject of some pillow talk. Like I said, I’m one absurdly lucky human being!
Sounds like it; good for you.
I’ll get there, one day.