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The Homosexual Lifestyle

Quad4_72 said:
Where do you fit in the 10 woman scissor sessions? That's what lesbians do, right?
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I have a pair of ultra-sharp knitting scissors for trimming fine thread, perfect for trimming split ends. Ho-hum paper scissors are too blunt, will crush and shred hair instead of cutting cleanly through.

Never really had a split-end trimming party, will put that on my to-do list.
 
The only thing I knew about lesbians growing up was from "adult" media and we know how accurate that is. Thanks to YouTube and other social networking I think things are getting slowly better. Gays and lesbians are seen as less exotic and more pedestrian. Not that there is anything wrong with exotic except that it's a stereotype that ignores the fact that in the real world gays and lesbians are just people like everyone else.

BTW: Since I brought up social networking, normal every day people I admire who happen to be gay.

YouTube
BionicDance
Lizzy The Lezzy
ProfMTH

Facebook
Melanie Nathan
Freedom Fighters for Equality

I recommend them highly.
 
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Hold on a second, this sounds suspiciously like my heterosexual lifestyle. Don't tell me you also have the same depraved agenda that I do: to try my best to take care of myself and family (including pets), pay my bills, obey the law, and carve out a little bit of time to enjoy leisure activities, without getting all up in other people's business. I also do some of that ultra-perverted charity work which doesn't even involve proselytizing!

So....yeah, don't go stealing my agenda, is all I'm saying.


:D
 
Dessi said:
I have a pair of ultra-sharp knitting scissors for trimming fine thread, perfect for trimming split ends. Ho-hum paper scissors are too blunt, will crush and shred hair instead of cutting cleanly through.

Never really had a split-end trimming party, will put that on my to-do list.
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Lol. We are thinking of two different things...
 
If my neighborhood gets any more diverse, it will get less diverse.

But one thing I notice about the gay couples. You know how heteros often marry a mate that reminds them of their parent? Men find a woman that looks like their Mom, women find a male that reminds them of their father. Gays seem to pick a mate that looks like themselves. There's one gay couple, thick and swarthy, another tall and blonde. A third is average, both dark hair. And the lesbian couple are both a tad heavy, with black hair. I haven't met other couples as such, but there do get to be lots of rainbow flags some days.
 
casebro said:
If my neighborhood gets any more diverse, it will get less diverse.

But one thing I notice about the gay couples. You know how heteros often marry a mate that reminds them of their parent? Men find a woman that looks like their Mom, women find a male that reminds them of their father. Gays seem to pick a mate that looks like themselves. There's one gay couple, thick and swarthy, another tall and blonde. A third is average, both dark hair. And the lesbian couple are both a tad heavy, with black hair. I haven't met other couples as such, but there do get to be lots of rainbow flags some days.
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Really can't say I've noticed this. I have jet black hair and pale skin and hazel eyes, I'm of average height. My mother looked similarly featured to me but was an extremely tall woman and my father, whilst also having black hair and pale skin had blue eyes and was on the short side. My husband is quite tall with brown hair and eyes and some tan. My gay brother had dark brown hair, hazel eyes and was average height, his late partner was extremely tall and quite thin (at least 6'5) with blue eyes, light blond hair and pale skin.
 
Tracy Dalziel said:
I have jet black hair and pale skin and hazel eyes, I'm of average height. My mother looked similarly featured to me but was an extremely tall woman and my father, whilst also having black hair and pale skin had blue eyes and was on the short side. My husband is quite tall with brown hair and eyes and some tan. My gay brother had dark brown hair, hazel eyes and was average height, his late partner was extremely tall and quite thin (at least 6'5) with blue eyes, light blond hair and pale skin.
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Anyone else feel they've just been to a police line-up?
 
Lol Love the post Dessi, especially the trademark!

A more immature mind might ask if "cat nuzzling" is a euphemism, but I'm waaaaay too classy to make crude remarks. ;)
 
Dessi said:
9:00 PM: at this point, my night is pretty much over. Interwebbing until bedtime.

Sometimes I get invited to bars. Mostly, I just tag along with my sister and her friends, we throw darts.

Back in June, I walked in the Omaha Pride Parade. I picked out a super cute outfit (piccie, caution: may be awesome). !
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Dessi said:
I am a gay woman, let me tell you about my Homosexual Lifestyle™:

7:00 AM: wake up, we have a nice cat and a mean cat. *nuzzle nuzzle nuzzle* has different meanings. If its the nice cat, it means she's made of matter and takes up space; if its the mean cat, he's hungry. Mean Cat is practically schizophrenic, he nuzzles while wagging his tail aggressively. Good morning Mean Cat, let me get you some food.

7:05 AM: breakfast time. Do I want a bowl of cerea--ack why am I cringing? Oh, thats right, I ate cereal everyday for the first 20 years of my life, I *hate* cereal. Bagels and hummus, carb-ilicious!

7:20 AM: get dressed for work. I have like 10 belts and 15 pairs of shoes. I have exactly one favorite belt, and one pair of shoes that doesn't kill my feet. By the way, what is it with high-heeled shoes? They're like the intersection of everything that makes shoes uncomfortable, unsafe, and impractical, they're like the height of cruel jokes. That and my feet are too fat.

7:35 AM: hair, makeup. I spent the last 5 years growing out my waist length hair, and to this day I can't braid my own hair. And never really learned to do makeup beyond foundation and concealer. Tried to do eye makeup once, inadvertently discovered the cusp that separates hideous and hilarious.

7:55 AM: if I leave at exactly 7:55, I can make it to work by 8:40. If I leave at 7:56 AM, I generally arrive at 9:05.

9:00 AM: I'm a software developer, I make rich white men I've never seen or met become even richer and (optionally) whiter.

9:05-11:30 AM: I've been writing code for a long time. I'm going to be honest here, I do like my job, but really its boring and often times mentally unstimulating. I usually tell people I "code on auto-pilot", going through the motions and rhythms to get the job done and occasional fire-fighting. Bleh.

12:00-1:00 PM: om nom nom nom nom!

1:00 PM-4:30PM: oh snap, spent the whole day screwing around. Work work work work work.

4:30 PM: I like to leave around this time when I have nothing more to do for the day. If I leave by 4:35, I can usually make it home by 5:05 PM. If I leave at 4:36, home by 5:45.

At this point I should mention I haven't listened to mainstream radio in 3 or 4 years, I'd never even heard of Lady Gaga until she started to show up the US news a year or so again. I keep some CDs in my car, haven't made any new CDs and have listened to then 100s of times. Lately I've been driving in total silence.

6:00 PM: Nice cat nuzzling, following me around, jumping on me within 2 seconds of sitting down. Indeed, she still is made made of matter and taking up space.

6:05 PM: you know, you'd think sitting at a computer all day would make me sick of computers for the rest of the day. I spend the next 5 hours proving you wrong. Internet addiction.

Speaking of which, just yesterday, I walked into a Best Buy to get some printer ink. You might have picked up by now I'm a bit of a computer geek... so, when I walk in those places, I'm like rawwwwr must buy. I like talking to the sales guys and the geeksquad guys, because they know squat about hardware and software. They memorize scripts about computers, but I can't tell you how many dear-in-headlights looks I've got when I mention something even barely outside their script, like HTML5 or C# or being able to VPN to work. Ok so long story short, I walked out with a laptop and no printer ink.

I could never handle myself at Fry's Electronics, total nerdgasm.

When I'm not blowing money on electronics, sometimes I go over to my parents place for dinner.

9:00 PM: at this point, my night is pretty much over. Interwebbing until bedtime.

Sometimes I get invited to bars. Mostly, I just tag along with my sister and her friends, we throw darts.

Back in June, I walked in the Omaha Pride Parade. I picked out a super cute outfit (piccie, caution: may be awesome). That night, I got invited to a concert, which was held in a sand volleyball court behind a bar. Hells yeahs I wanna go to a bar/concert, I'm already dressed for it.

The concert was was fun, not a large crowd of people but everyone was having a good time. At around midnight, friend who invited me commented to me that he needed another beer, but he has no money. I tell him "oh don't worry, tell me what you want, I'll take care of it." "Oh thank you, can you get me a Coors Light Tan".

I walk in the bar, and its packed. No particular reason why, there was a concert outside and no one seemed to care. There are only two bartenders, both busy, I'm huddled next to the bar, not really sure how to get their attention because I don't drink. I'm there for about 20 seconds, and this older guy comes up behind me, very muscular, neatly trimmed mustache, he says to me "oh hi there", "hey, how are you", "good, and you?", "good!". And then he says it, "so can I get you a drink?", I say "sure, can I get a Coors Light Tan?" I thank him, return to the concert, give free beer to my friend, and enjoy myself for the rest of the night.

(And if you're wondering, no, I don't drink. Beer is gross. There's like a worldwide conspiracy to convince people that its actually "good" and that being drunk is "fun". I'm convinced the same people behind this are the same ones propagandizing the utility of criminally uncomfortable high heels.)

11:00 PM: bed time. Mean Cat nuzzling again, this time more pissed off and angry than ever. Come on, let's get some food. A-hole cat. Nice Cat spends the larger part of the night pawing and kneeding me right in the most painful part of the neck, she likes to be right *on* me. 14lbs of cat right on your chest, not enough to seriously impair breathing but plenty adequate to make it ridiculously uncomfortable.

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Oh and, errrmmm, sometimes I date women. Sweet Jesus!
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Do all homosexual women programmers only work six and a half hours a day?

I wish I was a homosexual woman programmer. You have the easy life :(:(:(
 
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