$harkToootth wrote:There's a hole near the hole. So within the labia minora is the vagina and the urethra. Geographically speaking, south of the clitoris but north of the vagina. Hope that helps.
Think of the anus to the clitoris as some sort of constellation.
I don't think there's any level of topographical detail you can provide to help me understand vaginas.
But thank you.
The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.
It's kinda like if you fold a gyro in half and look at it frontally. The peepee would be where the tomato usually goes. And the tzatziki sauce is mostly just mucus and dead blood cells.
Well. Eat up.
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sonidero wrote:Roll a plus 13 for fire and with my immunity to wack I dodge the cough and pass a turn to chill and look at these rocks...
kbithecrowing wrote:Making out with my girl friday night, I couldn't stop thinking about flangers.
I was locked out of ilf for 3 days after changing the email address in my profile. I did not think it would matter but I really missed being around you guys
Achtane wrote:It's kinda like if you fold a gyro in half and look at it frontally. The peepee would be where the tomato usually goes. And the tzatziki sauce is mostly just mucus and dead blood cells.
Well. Eat up.
Ah now it's crystal clear.
The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.
Good golly I love ILF. Like going out for a weekend then getting back into the week, havin a beer...ya sit out side, log on..then start laughin at what someone said to another...reading a post 3 times to grasp the foundation behind such...this is where it's at...information and help...community ..thanks for putting up with me you all....
It bothers me that my girlfriend's mom will hand out xanax(chiefly, among other things) like candy to anyone who claims to need them.
I understand the utility of a little for a stressful day of work. And I fully understand the total relief of being free from anxiety, if only for a while, or even of the desire for temporary oblivion. But it's not something to fuck around with.
I don't know. Maybe it seems hypocritical coming from me, who has had his share of fun ending in xanax blackouts, maybe I am fretting a little too much about a low dosage. I've grown to associate it with a few key shitty feelings and half-memories, and now even talking about it makes me slightly anxious. I'M the one waking up thinking about this bullshit in the middle of the night, hell, I'm the one most qualified for this not-really-a-sleep-aid-but-whatever! There's the ever-present fear of a low dose developing into a high dose, especially with a totally unregulated amount to begin with. Abuse your pharmaceuticals via the help of your general practitioner like every other red-blooded American, at least.
I guess the bottom line is that life has been exceedingly mediocre lately and, of the handful of truly awesome things I do have going on, I do not want my sacred person introducing something terrible to herself. But I seem to be the only one who objects to this.