your race? you don’t have to answer but just wondering how that affects marriage/not marriage for you

I don’t think that’s so sad. In fact, I think that’s probably quite normal. A lot of people play fast-and-loose with the term friend, conflating friend and acquaintance. I’m friendly with a lot of people. Friends with very few. I may have lunch with a coworker every week, but that doesn’t mean she’s getting an invite.…

One true friend is worth more than 50 fake ones.

OH MAN I had a thing for Dean Jones, too. Also young Kurt Russell (the computer wore tennis shoes) and James Macarthur.

The Horse in The Gray Flannel Suit. Kurt was hot.

Yep. And a young Kurt Russell was flashing his dimples in multiple Disney movies back in the day. Quite a handsome man.

Disney movies have a lot of very hot man flesh. James Mason was sizzling in 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, and Journey To the Center of the Earth has him and a young Pat Boone who is surprisingly sex-ay. I never knew I needed young Pat in homemade cutoff shorts all sweaty and covered with salt until I saw that film.

Hey, he had a certain something....

This is charming.

Teenage me thought Kathy Ireland was hot, and thus watched Alien From L.A. in its non-MST3K form.

Ditto! Although Down With Love is not a bad movie, IMHO. I legit enjoyed it way more than some other Ewan movies I watched just because he was the lead *cough* Eye of the Beholder *cough*

Down With Love, because I will always love Ewan McGreggor.

I rewatched George of the Jungle last week because Brendan Fraser.

Yep. He was a piece of shit before that, but that was the final straw.

Seems like most people pick the parts that let them persecute gays and unwed mothers.

The Yahoo comments section is where human decency goes to die.

As an autistic, studies about empathy are kind of one of my special interests. This is largely because I lack cognitive empathy (the ability to discern people’s emotional states) and have an excess of emotional empathy (the ability to feel sympathy for other people).

I went to a church service for a young woman who had taken her own life. The pastor stood up in front of over 200 people who knew and loved her and apologized and asked for forgiveness for failing one of the people in his pastoral care. He then proceeded to celebrate her existance, validated her existential despair…

A very good friend of mine completely broke away with his church and religion a few years ago after his brother’s funeral. His brother, who had been dealing with depression, took his own life. The pastor thought his funeral was a good time to preach about sin. The entirety of the service was a speech proclaiming that…

What the utter fuck? Do these backwater hicks think that the gay is going to contaminate them somehow? He’s fucking dead for chrissake. Do your goddamn jobs.