i have a feeling all the bi females are right behind the closet door. i'm straight, but gay and bi friendly. since i moved hear in 2001 i've met one gay male who was out and open. i know that aint statistically possible.
it's tough finding anyone in indiana maybe they're all in witness protection or somethin.
i see them alot. my dear friend is living in his car with his dog, they come here to escape dangerous temps, bathe, and stock up on water.
in my area the unemployment rate is very high. in my small town they have suspended vagrancy laws, but offer no shelters. it is well known that there are whole families living in vehicles, and in some abandoned barns. the homeless actually are quite visible and tend to stay in one area of town, they've created a little community. it's fairly common to see individuals as well as school and church groups venturing in to share food, water, blankets and coats, etc.
we are doing a woefully inadequate job of addressing homelessness in this country. i am proud of the meager but very real kindness and generousity of my community, most of whom are struggling to keep their homes while supporting those in need.
when i was a kid i dove off the high dive at a resort in key biscayne soundly kicking richard nixon in the head. he was just a former vice president then but it caused quite i stir. my parents insisted i go apologize to the idiot that didn't know better than to swim into the diving area.
i've met ther famous people but thats my favorite story
i do care for both animals and people. i think hunting is an appropriate way to feed families, with so many of my local friends unemployed or in financial distress. rule is if you kill it you must eat it. most hunters i know do enjoy the sport but really need the food. i feel the same about fishing.
if my answer is ignorant to the sportsman who are not interested in eating what they kill, it's because i don't get that part at all
what an interesting subject, i'm sure your research will leave you as confused as i am. would love to read your paper if you post it as a blog.
i would say that many of us look for dates online because we are able to "hunt" in our comfort zone.
i have had one success in the online dating world. having met a great guy, spent hours online and then many wonderful dates. i never would have found him without the internet. unfortunately our romance was cut short. he died before the real relationship took off. aside from that one experience i've met lots of guys online and had no dates. i've met lots of guys in the real world and have no dates.
so far the only advantage of online meetings is the opportunity to meet a greater number of people. the advantage of meeting the traditional way is that chemistry is easier to recognize.
no need to take the test ...even if it's totally in accurate. i don't worry, it's pointless. 90% of what you worry about never happens the other 10& is beyond your control and needs a clear head for least the complicated results. i did worry alot when i was younger but learned from a friend in my mid twenties to look at what i was worried about. can you actually do anything about it? if so do your best and if not let it go in all liklihood it's not even your problem or responsibility. it's been working for me a good long time.
worriers knock it off, it's makin you old before your time...
been there done that, and am back home now. all is forgiven i'm appreciated at home in ways i'd never dreamed. growth is a lifelong process accept this as a lesson learned and move on. sometimes we learn by making the wrong choice. sometimes a step back is actually a way of regaining your footing so you can move on.
been there done that... you now know you spent the week at a pretty much nasty dump in a nasty nasty place. a perfect place for a convention you are trapped in your hotel cause it's too scary to leave the building.
you said it all so well gypsysoul i have little to add. only this act locally think globally. be a hero, help a stranger. respect you planet and it's inhabitants.
welcome to the large and growing club. i have been looking for my cel phone charger for a week. went out and bought a replacement yesterday. charged up my phone, and this time determined not to lose it put it away in my electronic stuff bag. first thing i found was my old phone charger.
when i was 40 my ex told me the years had not been kind to me. at 54, i weigh less, attend to my appearance better, and feel more womanly than i did at 30. washed up is in the eye of the beholder.
i would be floored if i were cared for as such. caring enough to do these seemingly small things will always be appreciated and it's value appreciates as our world gets less genteel.
conversely i would be happy to do these things for a man if he needed assistance. seems terribly unfair to say that it's ok for me to WANT, but he must NEED this level of care.
living in the midwest, which is like a time machine, i actually hear mom's telling sons to help the nice lady with the door, say excuse me or otherwise educate them on proper behaviour.
having just celebrated my 54th birthday. i must say i loved being in my thirties and my fifties are shaping up to be at least as much fun, maybe even better than those earlier years. self-aware life begins at 50.
the electric dog collar is the type that one might use to keep a dog out of a room. first it beeps and if you don't get the message it delivers a shock. i being the one who puts it on knowing it will wake me with a painful jolt. and of course it is me who takes it off when my conscious mind is asleep. and no it didn't work at all.
the subsonscious mind is the real boss, it never sleeps, demands what it wants and makes us go get it. in many ways this unbuffered portion of the mind is essential to all aspects of self- self-improvement, self destruction, it pushes you beyond your consious limits.
windex sandwiches are an example of what i make to consume when i'm asleep. i used to eat cleaning supplies and clean with food, this behavior has stopped since i started taking meds. i still sleep walk, but i haven't poured myself a big glass of floor wax in more than a decade.
my arm burn is all healed up now, will be an interesting scar. every scar tells a story.
donate blood whenever i'm due. prepare dinner for local domestic violence coalition. bathe an elderly neighbor. grow and share food. i never donate money, feel that my contributions are less corruptable than money.
i think it started when i was a kid. back then i thought i might be a werewolf as i/they often wake up in places they didn't go to sleep.
i was diagnosed via sleep testing about 20 years ago. they found that i had sleep myoclonus (lot's of jerking when asleep), this woke me just enough to initiate action. i was prescribed a muscle relaxer, and have taken that ever since. i am due for an an increased dosage as i have been at this level for years.
i have used everything from baby locks to electric dog collars to keep me from wandering into danger. unfortunately this never stops my strolls, as my sleeping mind knows how all this stuff works.
it is very scary sometimes and though i am disabled due to back problems i consider sleep walking a life threatening illness.
thanks for welcoming me so nicely. i don't often talk about this condition, it's hidden.
windex sandwiches anyone, but that's another story..
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i don't often talk about this condition, it's hidden. 
RE: Say Something.... No Need for Names!
keep standin me up, it's working great. at least i'm out meeting real people