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-- "Is it my cousin Ivan or my brother David?" "Says distant here, so I guess Ivan." -- "Get on my knees." So much for input from The Cuddles Posse. But here's the real deal: while it depends on the relationship whether having one partner get hot in chatroom with someone else constitutes cheating, that doesn't mean that two people in a chatroom are actually having sex with each other. Just a bad facsimile thereof. If it makes you uncomfortable and he hasn't recognized you, ignore it, never speak of it again, make it disappear. If it doesn't make you uncomfortable, it is time for a family reunion. Your third cousin twice removed,
Dear Baden Baden, It doesn't count because Touko Laaksonin, better known to you as Tom of Finland was in, well, Finland, and not somewhere in the Schwarzwald. Specifically, according to Tom of Finland, published by Benedict Taschen Berlag in 1992, introduction by Valentine Hooven III, Tom got his early influences from sailors, workmen, soldiers, and policemen, in Helsinki. And once that crossed to the U.S. and fed into the ongoing biker culture, the whole esthetic was pretty much set. Lederhosen et. al. didn't get a chance, basically, to the point that leather other than black gets a bum rap in leatherbars. Now this is not entirely a bad thing; Cuddles can still remember the white leather chaps he spotted on a Gay Pride Day in the Netherlands, much as he keeps trying to repress the image. They fit badly too. Looked like a walking '60s sofa. However, brown leather is right out around here in the Northeast and in Europe, unless it is part of cowboy-gear, and even then few can seriously get away with that -- maybe in the West and down South. It's a shame, because 1) it is keeping me from nailing a cowboy, 2) a good pair of lederhosen can show off a musclebear's results of years of heavy squats in the gym like few other clothes can. I'm sorry, but you are stuck to specific fetish nights. Maybe if Julius would get off his ass and popularize the image -- Tom certainly won't anymore. Now ve dance!
Dear Houston, At first I thought you were joking about lesbian friends not coupling fast enough. However, now I am reminded of a lament of a dear lesbian member of the Cuddles posse, which comes down to not being able to find a girlfriend or even fuckbuddy: they are either all some friend's ex or in recovery, and she's just not ready to deal with either. However, your habits seems a bit wasteful. If you just frequented more of those hideous shops filled with all kinds of gay kitsch, you could buy this stuff directly and not have the leftovers. You would be supporting those gay kitsch stores, but hey, you can't have it all. As for your current stash: box it up and send it to the Salvation Army. They need the mindtrip. Smooches,
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