Thanks for responding, I appreciate your perspective. I am glad your program supports this social and emotional integration, it is so important to our experience as humans. I've worked in reproductive health education and special ed both, but it was more than a decade ago, and at that time the conversation revolved…

Good on you, for your work. So, when I read this thru the first time, I wondered if it was something like 'disabled/Downs people are not allowed to be sexual'. Like, the woman had a relationship with the man that her guardians did not approve of. It is not that story, I know, but it got me thinking about the topic.…

I like it.

The difference is similar to saying "faggot" vs. "gay man", it is the denigration telegraphed by the term. "Tranny" implies negativity and judgement, which it sounds like you are fine with, but some of us are trying to make a world where individuals can be respected in everyday interactions. Fatties and uggos and…

This is how I remember him. He was kind of a shy sweetie.

I regularly had dreams of doing violence to the sadists/idiots I shared HS with, boring small town conformists the lot of them. I left the second I could leave, and have not attended any of my reunions. I have a biggish one coming up this summer and the idea of blowing their little small town minds is appealing. …

I was living that dream in Seattle at the time, and I was sooooooo disappointed by Singles. I cried, it was so much suck. Now I think it's probably as good a depiction of that era as any. Yep, we were laughable but sincere in our flannel worship.

All my laydeez were bisexual, with shaved heads or mohawks, sharpie tattoos, and clothes I made myself. They got around like cats, so much plastic on plastic. There were a couple of Kens, a deformed midget baby, and a big house where everyone lived. So it was pretty much my 20's...toward the end they were artists…

The creepy clown in our town only makes phalli. It is ok at the fair, but kinda weird at the kid's health thing. I always know when he's at an event, tho-all the kiddies are wielding balloon dicks.

Plus, she raised her daughter to become the bassist in The Melvins.

In a treehouse, gettin' lit.

Holy Crap, thank you for this thread. I am investigating all of these, right now. J'adore~

Oh Child. Get thee onto Amazon and buy yourself a little buzzy boyfriend. Learn how to shake your own hand, you know? If you know what you like, your confidence in this area is sure to increase. If you know what you like, you can (and ought to) tell your future lover. Practice makes perfect~

Heh. That shit got me into a KISS show (+1) during their no makeup phase (-1).

I loved the early season where their fairy drag mothers were legendary leaders of the community. At the end of the dance, one gramps was too bushed, and her youth just picked her up like a baby and carried her away. Tears.

Don't forget, also HAIRY. No shaving of the underarms or bikini line. Or legs. Hairy, hairy, stinky, stinky.

Men's boots, low style. sorry...

aw, c'mon-half mast in silkies? That is definitely a thing.

I keep misreading this as "Angry Gynecologist"....uh, wat?

I am a fan of the old school union suit: