thereisnofluffy
ThereIsNoFluffy
thereisnofluffy

I've worked with a lot of animal rescue groups for over 20 years, and pitts are by far my favorite dogs. Out of 100s of pitties, I've only encountered one aggressive dog in 20 years, and that was a puppy that someone bought from a backyard hood breeder. The poor dog was showing serious signs of aggression at 16 weeks,

I've used a lot of different box colors and NE is my favorite. My hairdresser loves my color - she can't believe it's out of a box because it looks so natural. I'd definitely look for it.

Nice & Easy, Natural Dark Auburn. Best color I've ever had, including $300 salon jobs.

I can't stop watching. I'm trying to figure out the exact movement - her form is perfect.

Fuck...everyone knows you go to ZBT if you want kind. Sheesh. Kids these days.

Seconded. I don't want to hug more people, though. I'm waaaay picky about who puts their arms around me.

Yeah, that is a bummer. One of the things I really loved about living in Europe (even London), is that people were more socially affectionate. I could hold hands with my girlfriends, walk with my arm on a man's arm, and it wasn't ever assumed to be sexual. It was just...social.

*Sigh* Must be nice. If I could find guys like that, I'd be having all the sex.

I'm not that interested in casual sex because, in my experience, 90% of casual sex is bad sex. A lot of men don't give a crap about a casual sex partner having a good experience. They're in it for their pleasure and that's it.

It is totally ridiculous. When I talk to someone with a true Chicago accent, I seriously have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I never developed one when I grew up in the suburbs. Part of it was conscious, because I hated how it sounded, part of it was being a trained vocalist, and part of it was my parents are

Ahem...

I totally agree, 100%. Fuckups that happen early on can be discussed, and hopefully resolved. Unless it's something like fucking my sister.

All of the above, I think. Except "I just fucked your sister." That's dire.

Well first of all, do what you need to do to feel safe. As others have said, evaluate the situation. But also who gives a fuck if some creepster thinks you're a stuck up bitch? That's the point, right? Then they won't bother you.

I love affection, compliments, and kind gestures. Bring me flowers, tell me I'm wonderful, but be real. Blind adoration is so fucking creepy, because it's not real. That person doesn't adore you. He adores his idea of you. What you want or feel has no place in that fantasy. I've briefly dated guys like that and they

I have so many feelings about this.

I don't know. I suspect it's because a lot of people who buy investment art tend to be kind of ignorant about the art world. They want the cultural capital, but aren't really art lovers.

Aw...thank you. I'm not ideal right now, because I have no money to spend on art, but when I do, I'm pretty sure a significant portion of disposable income is going to my art collection.

Oh sure - people who are buying investment art go to dealers, because it's a business. If you're buying at that level and you're want to make sure everything's ethical, I would vet the gallery very carefully, and talk to the artists personally. If they're happy with their representation, go ahead and buy.

Lol god...I couldn't pick out just one. My parents are art collectors, and I've been around the art world since I was a kid. I've worked with artists for years. Every artist I've considered a good friend has gone off the deep end at some point. I have a lot of casual friends who are artists (or musicians) but none in