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Being male is a disaster for so many people; I hope you're hanging in there.

I want that lipstick.

Me too!

Can I hire you to be my Dahmernatrix?

Same. It's nice to have a thread like this. I don't have enough people to talk about this sort of thing with openly. It's nice to confide in folks.

Transformation and oviposition, in terms of the odd stuff. Somebody also mentioned eating ass, and while I don't see it as a fetish, I agree that eating ass is A goddamn +

Currently Invisible Cities, By Italo Calvino The Brothers Karamazov, by Fyodor Dostoevsky Pierrot Le Fou, dir. by Jean-Luc Godard Andrei Rublev, dir. by Andrei Tarkovsky War With The Newts, by Karel Capek True Grit, by Charles Portis Kill List, dir. by Ben Wheatley Los Angeles Plays Itself, dir. by Thom Andersen The World Doesn't End, by Charles Simic Cache, dir. by Michael Haneke

I'm into a few strange things.

The dialogue was what killed it for me.

And whoever wins can flaunt their ability to overcome unexpected obstacles.

Not bad. How's the felt? Is the table level?

I love it. My parents play in amateur leagues, and bought their own table when I was a freshman in high school, so I was exposed to it fairly regularly.

Two Boys Kissing -- David Levithan Symptoms of Being Human -- Jeff Garvin Giovanni's Room -- James Baldwin Other Voices, Other Rooms -- Truman Capote The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay -- Michael Chabon

To be honest, I often feel like not reading is better than reading Ayn Rand.

I'm going to need a stronger laundry detergent for these pants stains then.

What's she write? And I didn't know Anne Rice had a new book out, but good to know she seems to have no plans on stopping.

What if my regularly scheduled programming IS Wraith Babes?

Words: diagonal, biology, afterwards After a freak coincidence involving absinthe and champagne in an unwashed flute, two fraternity brothers --fighting a New Years hangover -- struggle to uncover the secrets to the next biological warfare attack on US soil, with the help of a sentient diagonal crosswalk that mysteriously appeared in the middle of St. Marks.

I don't need to know what's loving my limbs; My kink is Fear of The Unknown

Only glitter can love my limbs. My heart has no room for love for the body.

Fucking hot tub.

Boundary Bay Scotch Ale

After Golden Girls is over.