Is there any chance you could share some stories of her adventures in server torture? I don't know why I love these kinds of things, but I can't get enough.

Agreed. I feel bad for people if they get something wrong, because I've been there, but only if they don't act like jerks. Innocent ignorance is fine, angry stupidity is not.

I know it's hard, and it will take time for you to develop confidence and lessen your anxiety about the issue. I do want you to know that no matter what, there is someone (probably many someones) out there who you are the ultimate fantasy for.

You can't help what you feel, only what you do. Being upfront with people is the most important thing. If I'm going to get involved with a woman, I let her know I'm bisexual, married, and only interested in sexual contact (if that's what I want at the time, I have had girlfriends as well, also okay with my husband and…

Well, it seems we both have traveled a very similar road and landed in very similar places.

Okay, I know I'm seriously late to the party, but this is right up my emotional/sexual alley.

Me too. On both fronts. It's almost like what is considered sexy in real life is nothing like what the beauty/fashion industry wants us to think it is.

I can't get enough Ronon. Just saying.

Make that a t-shirt, and you've got me. All of it in various shades of black, except the socks. The socks are as loud as I can find them.

Me too. I'm not terribly surprised. I was goth as fuck in the 90s/00s. I'm tired now. Also, my son pulled out all my facial piercings as a toddler.

My heart hurts too. Some of us are just wired differently, we're more sensitive and it's easy for us to empathize with others. Other people can't make those connections, or it's difficult for them to do so if they don't directly know the other person.

It's actually always been this way, and it's been even worse. The change is that more of us know about it now, and think it's a problem.

Are you actually me? It's a little spooky how much I identify with that.

Aww, thanks. I'll keep on being my odd self then.

Ah. I don't have any idea how to make that happen, but I don't actually care that much. I like stars because they feel nice, but I'm deeply lazy and that feels nicer.

I guess you have a point. Although I'm never really sure what particular magick spell during what cosmic alinement actually causes a person to become permanently ungreyed.

I have the opposite problem. I love horror, and also anything even vaguely gothic, but my husband doesn't like scary movies. He'll probably take me anyway, but it makes me feel guilty.

Oh yes. This is wonderful. Del Toro has been a favorite director of mine since The Devil's Backbone and I've enjoyed every movie he's made since (some more than others of course).

I haven't eaten lunch, so I'm feeling a little irritable, but right now I would be totally fine if this guy and every other guy like him on the planet would just die. Right now. Preferably in a way that wouldn't make a mess for anyone else, for once in their fucking lives.

He's very sweet, if occasionally painful to my ears.