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Tweet So, I was sitting in bed staring at the curtains I just up wondering if they look too when I Adult searching flirt Meridian Idaho get a text message from a friend. I could tell that this particular text from this particular person was going to be something philosophical. This was that one text a month from (let's him X) which usually means; A. I'm bored and none of my other friends are around or B. I'm horny and, yes, I know you have a boyfriend but eventually you'll crack. It turned out to be option A, the none of my friends are around lets do something. So I nonchalantly mention PrimeTime which was met with disgust, but I'm starting to get used to this reaction from people. What is it about Prime Time that people hate so much. Is it the old horny men who have been shoveling down their 3s all week so that they can have a night of frivolous dance and possible finally catch that twenty something year old dangling at the end of their stick? Or is it possibly because there seems to be a general lack of attractiveness (at least while you're sober). Recently I've been starting to think that it's just a way for someone to say "I'm better than all those gays". But lets face it; Gays are always looking for reasons why they are better than other gays. Tops feel higher than tops, masculine men feel higher than fem guys, and drag queens.. well they're the gutter really. I could go on but this is enough and the more I type the less likely anyone actually read this. It's funny that we are all begging for acceptance from the rest of the world when really we need to start accepting each other first. Lead by example.

Tweet to cry, I'll go sit by myself along the ocean. There have been times I've cried in front of him, and he's been very supportive and understands, knowing that I can be very emotional Mature searching sex orgy Gloucester at times. Sometimes it's just my meds putting me through a workout. If he hurts me, I cry. (which is rare) When I cry, I don't bawl and make a huge scene, it's mainly a quiet run of tears and sadness into my pillow or his shoulder. Or like I said out on my own to the sea. There's just one time that I got so emotional that I screamed out and made a huge scene, and that was shortly after we met, and I threw a bag of flour at him in defense. But we were still getting to know each other back then, and learning which buttons did what.