(June 22, 2017 at 12:41 am)Lutrinae Wrote: I suppose that's where being versatile comes in handy.
Versatility can be quite the plus in regards to what you do, what you're attracted to, and what they are attracted to.
Of the 3 men I've fallen in love with, one partially looks plausibly like my 'ideal' excepting being too skinny, another while sufficiently 'slab like' wasn't hairy at all and was obviously truly madly deeply in love with his wife, and the third was Brian, and damn, his scorecard would be a sad thing to rate him with. Way way too skinny, not hairy, 4 or 5 years younger than me (before and after him that is unprecedented for me) and I even met his mother* before I met Brian, Jesus, how many deal killers does that make ??
And not one of those deal killers made a bit of difference almost from the instant I met him.
* in the 70s, that was a 'thing'. I've always found it disquieting, upsetting, uncomfortable and nearly unbearable being around moms of my peers/partners. There are a few exceptions, but they are few and far between. Part of the 'thing' thing is in the years before PFLAG 'moms', or at least the subset of them that realized if their sons had gay friends (or worse) they weren't ever going to have grandkids and therefore heaped much scorn and vitriol on those gay friends whenever possible. Moms were worse than dads, actually. Fathers were mortified and terrified to be around us, but moms could be and were aggressive and vile. (The 'fish thing' comes form that era) Moms were either neutral (and scarce if they were) or dangerous, scary people to avoid. They HATED us. At least until they could make friends of each other at PFLAG meetings, LOL !
BTW, Brian's mom was RELENTLESSLY nice from the get go.
The granting of a pardon is an imputation of guilt, and the acceptance a confession of it.
