"Google knows everything" I said to myself. So I ran off to Google and asked it very politely to search for adult theatres in the north-east of the UK.
The first hit was "126 Events for Kids".
I don't think Google has quite the right idea there.
(Sorry, I don't know any anywhere)
I'm hopeless. Absolutely blind to them. Once, a long time ago, someone whispered to me "I want you", and I didn't get it. By the time I realised, we were in different countries. I had to be content with kicking myself for the next six months.
Confidence has a lot to do with it. She was young, very attractive, and gay. What on earth could she possibly have wanted me for?
Hindsight is so helpful. Her only experience with a man had gone very badly. I suspect she'd finally decided that not all men were like that, and there was a good chance that with me she could find out what it's like when it's not awful.
It's times like this that a time machine would be very useful.
Oh my god. The time machine worked. It's 2003 again!
Did Jags leave you with any of those cock shots? I know she wanted to take them all home with her.
I've been around long enough to know to NEVER trust one of Jags' links!
You only caught me the first time.
I do find it fascinating that a child of the 90s can describe my childhood of 20ish years earlier so well. Does it really change? Or do we just see different things when we're older?
You're not the only one. This place isn't like it used to be, but don't ask me what the difference is. Some of the people who were around when I first joined have gone, and they'll never be exactly replaced. But is the tone different, or is it just me?
I sometimes feel like a comet. I'll hang around for a while, then the place will lose its attraction and I'll go. Then later, I'll be back, and there'll be a whole new group of people I don't know. Whether I find that intimidating or exciting depends on how I feel at the time.
You're new to me, even though I remember seeing your name (and your signature) on the forum during my last orbit.
Could I come? I haven't been around much for a while. Some of the older members might remember me.
My advice, for what it's worth, is the same as many other people's: be there for her. Not just in an "if she needs me, I'll be other there" kind of way, but as an active part of her life. Go out, have fun, bring over a pizza and a DVD if he goes out without her. Provide a reminder that life is actually quite good.
Just don't try to persuade her to leave him. She'll probably deny that there are any problems (and believe it).
Or they left it deliberately ambiguous, to get people talking about it.
It's a shame it's over, but I think they did they right thing there. It kept its quality right to the end.
So, which was real, 1973 or 2006? What is reality, anyway? Is 1973 real for him because he chose to believe that it is? Some sort of phenomenalism?
There's so much here. I don't know where to start.
I don't think there's any particular correlation between swinging and mental illness. From my experience out in the real world, it seems that there are far more sufferers than you would think. Most hide it very well (I certainly did - no one suspected a thing until I was curled up on the floor crying uncontrollably for an hour). But once you start talking honestly, the stories come out.
I fooled myself for a long time that my depression was only mild, manageable, and didn't need treatment. But after one breakdown, one near-breakdown, and serious thoughts of suicide, I can't pretend that any more.
I was lucky and got an excellent therapist. Someone earlier in the thread mentioned that they were about to start CBT. That's what I had, and it worked wonderfully. It has really changed my life. In my case, we spent a fair bit of time talking about the origins of my beliefs: CBT isn't supposed to be about that, but knowing where things came from helped me turn them around. I'd picked up a lot of my beliefs because they were helpful at the time. But as my life changed and they didn't, some of them became harmful.
Curiously, Prozac doesn't seem to do anything for my lows. It might make them less frequent, but it doesn't seem to make them less intense. What it does do - and why I won't stop taking it - is make the highs possible. For the first time in my life I can feel happiness.
Before I started treatment I was worried about what it might do to my personality. Depression had been such a large part of who I was for such a long time. Who would I be without it? Would it take away the qualities that I admired in myself? Would I lose my identity? If anyone is worrying about similar things, I can tell you now there's no need. You'll still be the same person. Just a happier version. And more able to go out and be all the good things that you are.
Therapy works. Drugs work. If your GP doesn't understand your problems, find another.
Do I really want to post this? What's the worst that can happen?
They're food porn. You don't have to cook anything from them. Just drool over the pictures.
I've found Stephanie Alexander's "The Cook's Companion" quite useful. Instead of hundreds of recipes that I'll never use, it has lots of good detail about many ingredients: varieties, selection, storage, preparation, which go with which, and so on. It's great for make-it-up-as-you-go cooking.
I hardly noticed 30. If my parents hadn't made a fuss and organised a party it would have been another six months before I realised.
My late 20s and early 30s were both good, for very different reasons. It would have been wonderful to be able to combine them.
I'll let you know what 40 is like when I get there.
Opinions obviously differ on this. To me, oral sex is a very intimate thing, but kissing (and I mean proper kissing) is a totally different kind of intimacy. Don't ask me why, because I couldn't tell you. It just is.
I think that's why I like it. And I think that's why some couples are uncomfortable with kissing others.
I've just finished Jonathon Safran Foer's "Everything Is Illuminated". Wow.
Given a choice between ironing and dishes, I'd choose dishes any time. There's something almost relaxing about washing dishes. The only reason there's currently a pile that's almost touching the ceiling is because I'm already sufficiently relaxed and don't need any more.
My clothes never get ironed (unless my mother comes to visit and I don't stop her in time). Even the clothes that need ironing don't get it. It's part of my 'look'. Yeah, that's it. It's not because I'm a lazy bugger at all. It's a fashion statement.
Unless you had your hand down his pants while you were drinking, I can't see how any part of this could be your fault. Even if you did, he's supposed to stop at the first "no" (and not get into your bed uninvited in the first place). It's the Rules.
I understand where that feeling comes from though. At least, I know where it comes from when I feel it. It's that deep dark part of the mind that still thinks it's a naughty child (and always to blame when something goes wrong). It needs reminding that it isn't. You just have to keep telling yourself that you did nothing wrong.
At least on here you can get to know people a bit in the Cafe or the chatroom, get to know them for real at munches, and then YOU decide who, what, when, and if. It's got to be safer than going home with someone you've met at the pub.
What nonsense. Jaffas are chocolate, as any Australian who has ever been to the cinema should know
Am I too honest? Tell them that you'd like to meet socially in a public place (such as the pub) first to see how everyone gets on. If you don't like the look of them, just say "sorry, but you're not quite what we're looking for". They shouldn't have been expecting sex on this no-sex first meet, so hopefully won't go away too disappointed.
For the ones that you do like, just tell them you can't wait for the second meet and want them NOW.
Err. What they said.
I've only seen the first, and that was a sufficient number of years ago that I can't remember the details. There is actually a serious scientific theory that the universe we live in is a simulation. I'll listen when they can test it.
As for Donnie Darko: there's a bit of extra material around (on the DVD?) that helps it make more sense. Every now and then the universe gets a little confused and creates a loop in time (that's where the engine came from). Fixing it requires a special person. Donnie is that person (the girlfriend says his name sounds like a super-hero. He is). The film follows the events in the messed-up bit of the loop. By the end, his girlfriend is dead, and he realises that his mother and sister will die too. But by travelling through the portal and sacrificing himself, he can prevent their deaths, fix up the universe, stop The Darkness getting the Christmas number one, and let everyone else live happily ever after.
Some random thoughts from me. These are my opinions, and I don't expect everyone to share them. We are all looking for different things, and will have different criteria.
For me, "straight simple just sex" is not straight simple just sex. Even at its purest (which I don't think I'd be interested in), I'll want to know what they like, which boundaries they like to push, and so on. That requires communication, and that needs more than just a body.
But I don't want just sex, with nothing else. Let's see if my thoughts will make it into words without too much damage... when you have sex, who likes just penetration? In, orgasm, go. I don't. There's a lot of other ways of enjoying yourself sexually, and I find the whole experience to be much more pleasurable if we mix them up.
I also enjoy talking with people. I enjoy sharing a laugh. These are enjoyable things. Wouldn't it be better if that got mixed in with the sex too? It is for me. A matching sense of humour will make someone more sexually attractive.
Looks do matter. Body shape isn't important to me (though I'd prefer it if she wasn't stick-thin, so I don't have to spend the whole time worrying that I'll break her). It's what someone does on top that makes the difference. What clothes they wear, how they have their hair, how much confidence they show. So I guess it's the visual expression of personality that matters. I know, I'm a hypocrite in that respect. I should put more effort into my appearance.