I guess it would depend on the country. USA/ Britain, should be ok ... USA / Saudi Arabia .... they'll probably chop something off.

I want a P-mate

What is a P-mate? Primate? Golden shower buddy? I'm confused

google it...sorry mate

Back to secrets that don't involve being pensive or having a bann.

I sleep with a big old mouth guard (sorta like the ones my brothers had for football, where you had to boil it then bite into it and VOILA...mouth shaped rubbery plastic, without the thing that attaches to a helmet. I do not yet need to sleep in a helmet.)

I have to due to teeth grinding: to save my dental work and to save my jaw bones.

Yes, it's very very very attractive. Sorry MTP, I know this will bring all the boys to my yard. :lol:

I got 24/7 metal brackets and wires on my teeth, and to up the sexiness at night I put on rubber bands. No boys can resist my lovely lady lumps!

Puh. Been there done that, girl. Braces for 2 and a half years. Off for a year. On again another year.

You let me know when you've been halfway around the block. :lol:


(I luvz me some mtp...we's just funnin')

The Army has been issuing similar devices to deployed female soldiers for years. It takes some getting used to for the guys. Here we are lined up on the side of the road peeing and all of a sudden a gal steps up...

I remember thinking the same thing when stationed in KSA all those years ago. They use sharpie to cover inch of woman in the magazines and books, and hit them with sticks if they aren't completely covered in the city...what would they say about an enlisted guy having the phone sex from riyadh?

I am not a Muslim.

Everyone around me assumes that I am either Hispanic or, if they know where I am from, a Muslim. While the Muslim assumption has led to some (very few) displays of ignorant behavior from bigots, mostly it leads to the some of my fellow students kissing my ass to show how progressive they are.

I would rather deal with the blatant bigots. They merely make me angry. The others make me feel disgusted. They are bigots, too, because they act that everything about my culture must be perfect. I am the token Muslim, much as I am told that White Americans in the late 1950s used to invite one (and only one) Black person to their parties, to show how progressive they were. And they, like these fellow students of mine, would spend all night patronizing the Black guest.

And I'm not even Muslim. It makes me crazy.

We now have a vacancy for a token Crazy.

Sarge, that post was a little out of sequence. How does wearing braces help a girl pee standing up?

Uday, grin and bear it. Maybe in about 50 years time a non-Muslim might become president.

In the 70s and 80s there was a fad amongst well-to-do socialites in my country where they would include a working-class northerner on their guest list. Preferably an angry working-class poet or playwright.

*shrugs* showing their progressive streak :p

Total drift here, but I recall this one time (...at band camp, obviously) I went for an interview at Christ Church College, in Canterbury, in the South. It as an open day and interviews for potential new students. I was 17, so this would have been around 1989. Out of the 60 or 70 youngsters at the open day for the School of English, I was one of maybe 5 northerners. I was certainly one of the very few whose parents weren't at least nominally loaded.

I felt like a I had a sudden insight into what it must be like for that one black kid in class, or that one Asian family on the block. The southern kids were asking the most ridiculous questions about 'life in the north'. About what food we ate, and whether or not we had indoor toilets. And it was probably two parts mockery to one part curiosity, but I remember feeling a little like some strange zoo exhibit. Like they were faintly surprised that i didn't wear clogs and work in t'mills. Most of them referenced 'Coronation Street' and wanted to know if that was what our lives were like. They kept asking me to say particular words and then falling about laughing at the sound of them.

They expressed surprise that both my Mother and Father were in work. Angry tv programmes and plays had convinced them that everyone in the North was either unemployed or well on the way to being unemployed.

A very peculiar feeling to find oneself feeling foreign in one's own country.

That's why you enjoyed this so much.
It is about your people.
In't t' Naaaaarth.

Hahahaha. Outstanding. Legs Akimbo fucking rocks.


It's probably one of the reasons my accent gets a little stronger and more definately northern, the further South I go :p



[eta] Fuck a duck!