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Some male/female names are spelled the same and it's tricky getting the gender correct. Robin, for example. No clue.
Rene is a guy and Renee is a girl. Billy being the male and Billie being the female. Tony the guy and Toni the girl.
Lots of Latins name their children Angel boys and girls. Too easy to miss that one.

An obvious is audible gender distinction would be Paul and Paula.

What about Loren? Probably Loren is the masculine of Lauren.
I was on a musician board and one of the members named Loren mostly commented on forum threads with a woman friend. I followed their posts but never did I see anything from Loren that would give a clue of gender.
That person made a statement of wanting to buy an expensive custom made wooden flute and solicited responses. I gave my approval by saying "You go girl!" and promptly got a slap that Loren is a guy. I apologized for the error and returned another "You go girl!"

As I've grown older I've had a greater and greater appreciation for women.

No I don't love them because they can be bodybuilders just like men. Or be firefighters, police or soldiers just like men. Or have boring 9 to 5 careers just like men. Or spit chewing tobacco just like men.

I love them because they're beautiful to look at, every one of them a work of art.

I love them because they understand the other half of what it means to love: the half I will never understand and I admire in them so much.

I love them because...nahhh I better leave that one out.

I love them because they remind men that family is what makes life worth living in spite of all the distractions that try to make us think otherwise.

I love them because their bodies bear the children that ensure the human legacy will endure: they are the embodied gateway to forever.

I love them because they're smarter than me at times I need them to be.

I love them because they're braver than me at times I need them to be.

And maybe most of all I love them because I know that not only would I not be here without them, but my life would not be worth living without them.

Trump has made a lot of truly ridiculous statements.
But, not everyone agrees with that statement.
Some disagree because they are clueless, but others because they look at
things in an unconventional way.

For instance, Trump stated that "no president has done more for women" than him.
While I think that is a ridiculous statement, Amber Ruffin sees it differently.
To be fair, I'm dedicating this blog to HER way of thinking;

OK. This is a 100% true story. It happened a long time ago, so some things I don't fully remember. But I 100% remember what I describe below.
Obviously, I won't use actual names, but I swear, that even the initials are real.

I was a graduate student at a university. I did research and worked as a teaching assistant doing lectures and labs in Biology, Microbiology, Medical Microbiology, and Genetics, and occasionally some other related classes as a guest speaker. My lectures were packed, as students felt that I was knowledgeable, entertaining and interesting. I also made sure to answer their questions. I was in my mid-20's back then and perhaps they could relate to me too.

One time I had recently broke up with a girlfriend and was just done with a biology lecture. As I was exiting the building, I glanced at a lovely gal leaning up against the hand/guardrail to the exit. She introduced herself, D., and almost immediately, upfront asked me, if I would like to go out with her. I thought it was unusual, but, certainly not a negative thing, so I agreed. She gave me her phone number and I called that week. We ended up being exclusive for about 8 months. To be honest I don't remember who broke up with who, or why, although it might have had to do with what I am about to describe.

D. lived in a 4 bedroom house and all 4 bedrooms were rented out to different female undergraduate students. 2 of the gals went home for the weekend.
D and one other gal, S. stayed for the weekends, so they were closer to each other than the others. Just about every weekend, D & I would go to clubs, or parties and would end up back in her bedroom making whoopie all night long.
S. would usually go to the clubs & parties with us. But, she would come back to the house with us without a partner. S. was gorgeous. A thin petite brunette with green eyes and a beautiful face. Although she was fun with us, she was shy with others. Every time lots of guys would hit on her all night long
and she would reject them for one reason or another, thus ending up alone.

One Saturday early morning, there was a knock on D's, bedroom door. We were sleeping at the time, exhausted from the night's bedroom action.
The knock woke us up. D. said "come in". We were both in the nude under a sheet. In walked S. in her teddy. She proceeded to hop on the bed at the bottom, cross her legs and talk to us. She confided, that she was lonely and frustrated. We just listened to her go on. Although I didn't say anything, as I knew it likely wouldn't be well received, my thought were (well, no wonder. You shoot down every guy who hits on you. Give somebody a chance !).

D. consoled her and said, that she would probably meet the right guy eventually. S. went on to say how disappointed, frustrated and h*rny she has been. It was a longer conversation than that. But, that was the gist of it.
She stated that "once again, I had to have sex with my v***rator last night".

Once the conversation turned s*xual, D. grabbed my p*nis under the sheet and started massaging it and caressing that area. Between her actions and S's 'story' it was having the effect D. obviously wanted. So, after S. made the statement about her v***rator, I said. "Gee, it must be very quiet, as I never hear anything. Bring it here. I want to hear it."

With that, S. got up, went into her bedroom and returned with a white hard plastic v***rator. While she was gone D & I quickly French kisses and caressed each other. S. comes back in the room and hopped back up one the bed.
I tell her, "turn it on. I want to hear it". So, she does..."bzzzzzzz". I say, "that's not too bad. "Do you mind if I borrow it ?" So, S. hands it to me, hops off the bed and exits the bedroom and closes the door. I then proceed to massage D's thighs, and more private regions, while licking her in the appropriate places, until the desired result happens.....twice....

William Golding, said: “I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been. Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. If you give her sperm, she’ll give you a baby. If you give her a house, she’ll give you a home. If you give her groceries, she’ll give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she’ll give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her. So if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit.”

You know who you are and your videos are going viral!

...but when the twins moved out on their own, and I finally got their inertia laden mom to move out, getting a house next door for the lady JUST to make it happen, I made a few changes here to the Vierk Mansion. It now houses several rental units, of which Bravo and I occupy the one with the wine cellar, the maid's quarters, and those for his hottie doggy nanny, Senyorita Lolita Bimbita. I do digress.
Picky, VERY picky, as to tenants. So haven't taken too many on, except for shorter term stays. But now and again, a traveling Nursie agency contacts my hottie property management secretarial department, to inquire about a few month's stay for one of their nurses.
Being highly moral, just ask me, and having been an itinerant clinician meself, I just might be softening up in my many years, perhaps just a bit.
Now, whenever this has happened, they send a photo of the man or lady. Needless to say, men need not apply. And up to now, none of the females were sufficiently not guilty, in full body pics.
But this one looks like the President's Wifey. Twice my height, and built like a brick shite house. I just never know what is moral and correct. Could use a little CS liberal lady, men hater animus, guidance here, folks.
The spider and the fly?

... So I'm outside, watering the newly planted turf on the walkway to the Vierk Mansion. On the seed box it says to keep very wet. Especially when they are hot. Well, wet and hot is how I prefer my wenches, so perhaps I'm on to something. But I do digress.
So walking up the street from the ocean, here comes this 60 something ex academic, from the state Juniorversity nearby. Department of education, so the supra tentorial horsepower ain't much to write home about. Probably ESL. EdD, not a real doctorate. Retiring on the usual fat pension, VERY fat, which few now receive, in the dreaded private sector. Had a McMansion built for her and rat dog alone, just up the street. You get the drift. You know the type.
Frumpaceous, with the faded glad rags, bandana, no maquillage, self cut locks, and liberal Biden badges on the chest. What chest? This woman complained that I was crazy for having such a big dog in HER haunt, my spy minions inform me. But trying to be civil, I say "hi", approach, and ask if I might say hello to the little rataceous canine she walks.Yes, she says, but little foo foo is afraid of some men. so slink down, and slowly offer your hand, which I do.
The 6 pound black whatever comes closer to me, and gives me doggy kisses on the hand. Copacetic as one could wish for, and perhaps I've made a friend. At least of the dog, as I know these frumpy liberal educated unloved women, like the back of my hand. As Rush says. Soon, peace be with him, BTW.
Bravo is indoors, and normally stays put if the spring loaded lock on the screen door is doing it's job.
But heavens, he barges outside, sees me schmoozing with the rat dog, and perhaps, in protective mode, starts running around the little pooch, and lesbo mistress. Quickly they are tangled up in blue, the color of the long lead. Not attacking, but definitely menacing, enough for her to screech, "Oh God", and to try to pick up her animal.
I shout out profuse apologies, as she runs up the street.
Now one bite to the necks, and he could easily dispatch the pair. But this isn't his intent. so I try to grab him. and only can get hold of his wolfie tail. We play like this, so he's ok with it. But she turns, and starts to screech, "Oh,please don't hurt Bravo."
I then get him by the collar, and bring him inside. Praising him, profusely. But how does this female fit the mold? And as usual, can't make any of this up. Well heeled, neurotic liberal women. Gotta love 'em.

any strange person meet for the first time and ask him or her so tell me your dark secrets.

so you would Be careful and investigate whether he is the GUY!!!

maybe hire a private detective.

which person will ever tell the truth!!!

WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Watching movie, things I love to do after doing all the errands and home work.

Lay your back on a soft sofa, dim the room by just some candle with scent, then some popcorn, chips, taco and wine or soda.

Watching movies gives the fantasies that for two hours watching it tend to forget for a moment the sad pandemic brought us.

Watching movies gives the mind and heart calm and smile for the moment not to worry on something.

Watching movies give the action for the moment cause in reality we are cornered by this situation to just stay home so we get safe.

Watching movies makes time fly fast but gives you enough time to watch some of the serries and fav actors you missed for many years and months because you've been busy working.

Watching movies gives the dream to be with that person when in reality ehmm by yourself.

Watching movies... how I wish to enjoy watching the romantic drama or action, fiction or documentaries and many other more during this time with someone right not for the moment but a person who'll stay for long term or til life last.

I know life is not like a movies but sometimes it's good to just have a moment peace that you don't have anything in mind and see the best in it.