You know? Show us! Show us! We desperately need education in here.
Was it education? We desperately need something... can't quite remember what it was.
Specs? Did someone say specs? Oooh, Sappho... you've just discovered my greatest weakness.
I'm not alone in thinking that women in glasses are sexy, am I?
Someone must know a way to tell the difference between the Men and the Girlies.
Ah, the GFZ is open once more. I haven't seen this place for ages. Got some fond memories of it.
But.
WHO LET ALL THESE GIRLIES IN?
Kat? You know you're supposed to inspect everyone in the queue before you open the doors. Give the beards a tug to see if they're false. That sort of thing.
It's the first time you've opened the room for a while, so I suppose we'll have to forgive minor slips in procedure. But get it right next time, please.
Strawberries are a cliche, but only because they work! The sight of one being crushed and smeared on a woman's naked breasts... ooh, I think I need to go and have a little lie down.
But only a quick lie down. Someone's got to lick that strawberry off. Don't want it making a mess on the bedding.
Of course you can, darling Sappho. You don't need to ask. Just grab me and hug, any time you feel like it.
Blue's quite right (no surprises there!). If there's anything about you that might turn people away, it's better that they know it sooner than later. They'll find out eventually, after all.
I would hope that the people here are mature and intelligent enough to not mind if you're disabled or not. Instead of regarding it as a potential negative, turn it around. You're in a minority, which is a good thing. Exploit it. Wheelchair? There must be some sexual advantage to strong arms (my life has been too sheltered to think of it though). Do it with humour, and you're miles ahead.
Things my mother never taught me, Part XXIV.
When a beautiful woman invites you under her skirt, with a Rabbit and a box full of spare batteries, that's flirting.
Ulp. If you need me, I'll be hiding over here.
If you see Blue approach with her strap-on, don't worry. She's just bluffing. Stand up to her. Or, err, rather... bend over to her. Trust me.
You know what a Rabbit is... they're evil instruments of torture that leave women writhing about, squealing in agony. I've always assumed it was agony.
Worse still is the lasting psychological damage. People will voluntarily submit themselves to this diabolical treatment again and again.
And they're putting us men out of work. They must be stopped!
Neither sad nor surprising, really. Computing is such a massively enormous field that no one can be expected to be an expert in all of it.
I'm a professional programmer, but I'd hardly know where to start if you asked me to write a Windows or Mac application. Networks? My ignorance is spectacular.
And it's turned my brain to jelly.
In my not-quite-awake delirium this morning, I was thinking about Rabbits. We should all know by now the great danger they represent to the men and women (mostly women) of SH. What can we do?
Western Australia has its famous rabbit-proof fence. It would seem to do the job, but at several thousand kilometres long it's hardly a practical portable device.
No, what we need is rabbit-proof underwear. I'll let the technical boffins sort out the details.
I need a holiday.
It depends entirely on your definition of "swinger". You could take the "Recreational sex between consenting adults" view, in which case we're all swingers (or want to be swingers).
I personally agree more with we2wantu - swinging is a way of extending the boundaries of an existing relationship. Single people can certainly participate in that. Perhaps we could call them "swings".
Different people use different definitions. You're never going to get one that everyone agrees on. I think that'd be a bit too restrictive in any case - isn't this all about freedom?
In practise, it doesn't seem to cause too many problems. Swinging is whatever you want it to be. When it comes to the fine details, it's usually clear enough what all parties have in mind.
If you have any doubts (and even if you don't), you should arrange to meet them for a drink and a chat in a public place first. You'll be able to get a much better idea from a face-to-face meeting. If they're not who you thought they were, or not what you want, you always have the option of leaving.
I thought Jags was the one with the handcuffs. Are they pink and fluffy?
Any friend of Blue's is a friend of mine. And not just because I wouldn't want any of her friends as an enemy...
Having trouble with your labiodental fricatives, Kat? I think there's a cream you can take for that.
I haven't had a good fricative for ages.
There's also black and white film and developing it yourself. But then you need a film scanner, or a darkroom with an enlarger. So that's not really a good suggestion.
Do the cheap digital cameras have timers? That way the extremely shy don't have to ask a friend to help.
Superfluous? Where's that dictionary? Super... superb... super-duper... super-hero... superior... ah, here it is. Superfluous. No, I think you got the wrong word there, Mark. Want to try again?
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