I never understood the gays who voted no on a referendum back in the 2000s and justified it with some religious and heteronormative bs like "marriage is from religion by religion" and "we're the outliers, so we shouldn't make people conform to us". Like, how self-hating and backstabbing can you be. If you don't want it, you don't have to have it but let others realize their dreams at nobody's expense.
Why is everyone complaining about child grooming lately? I get my dog groomed once a month and the first couple days of her smelling nice is the best. Do you all just like dirty kids?
It's like pulling teeth to get my daughter to brush her hair. And she has beautiful curly hair. It gets all matted in the back. She's 13. Shouldn't she care?
If you check for "silk spray" for Yorkshire terriers it's great for painless matt and tangle extractions, and Yorkie fur is quite similar to human hair.
A small tip for those rare events when the brush gets used, and will help with speed and pain
When I was in middle school pretty much every teacher in the school was in one big lesbian menage a trois. Everyone knew it, and they would all cycle through being roommates with each other. Last I checked, there wasn't an unusual amount of gay alumni. On an unrelated note, we also learned important skills like critical thinking and understanding the world we lived in, turns out that mattered quite a bit more in my life so far.
That sounds absolutely hilarious. The closest I ever got to that was spotting a middle school teacher years later at a Pride festival. He did not remember me and I was too shy to go talk to him. I had the hunch that he was gay but it would've meant a lot to me if he were out during that time. Oh well, he was a great teacher regardless.
It was an open secret that my high school French teacher was gay. He pretty much couldn't hide it. He would have made MAGA boomer gaydars go off. But at the time, you would get fired if you were openly gay and a teacher in Indiana. It was so fucking stupid. Everyone just turned a blind eye to it. He clearly loved his job and wanted to do it for the rest of his life, but how sad that he had to hide a key part of himself just to do it. I'm not sure if he's still teaching- I don't even remember his name over two decades later- but if he is, I hope he's happily married to his then incredibly hot boyfriend (I'm not gay but he was so hot, I might consider it). I only knew about the boyfriend after graduating and running into them a couple of years later. I guess unlucky in his job but extremely lucky in love.
I'd always say "I sit there and listen to my teachers talk about their sex life" as a joke when someone asked me how my day was back then, I didn't think it'd turn into reality.
As an aside, when I was a rather innocent pre teen, I was into hair metal of the 1980s, and liked the Motley Crue song Girls, Girls, Girls. I didn't know what menage a trois meant though.....so I asked my French teacher.
One of my dumbest moments but honestly I really didn't know and it seemed reasonable to ask the person who knew French.
Oh man, I was in a kids choir when I was a kid and we performed at Christian churches often. I was raised Catholic and didn't have access to a Bible routinely, we you bet I'd be reading Song of Solomon every chance I got. That is the horniest shit ever.