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(78 People Likes) Let’s Talk About...Sex Toys
ly intense sex, you’ve got to get into it a little bit. After all, you bought a doll that closely resembles a real person for a reason. Now, treat your doll like you would anyone else you took to bed. Don’t be shy about kissing and fondling your doll. Hold her. Give her a massage. You can e Anime Sex Doll en give your doll oral. Let yourself get swept up by the experience. The mistress love dolls , when you’re finished with your doll, take the time to clean her. Undress her, and put her hair down. Wipe off any make-u
(95 People Likes) Why do girls love to sleep with big dolls?
them. As they mature the way they interact with those toys changes until eventually they lose interest in them. So, if you are still interacting with your dolls as you did when you were a child, that's weird. Not “hear Realistic Sex Doll ng voices in your head” weird, not social pariah weird, but weird none-the-less. Having said that, dads will buy train sets for their sons not because their kids like trains but because they want to play with them, themselves. One of the joys of parenthood is to experience the world through your ch
(76 People Likes) Does anybody on here aged between 20-30 use a sex doll? If so, why?
. For instance, I have never used a sex doll, but I have used a pocket pussy. I was curious what mistress love dolls ll the hype was about. It was cold, it made loud sloshing noises and it was entirely unpleasant. I figure those who use sex dolls do so because they Don't want a relationship Don't want to date their hand (masturbate) Don't want kids Don't want the risk of getting an STD Want to have sex (with something) but Don't want a relationship Don't want kids Don't want to do it with their hand Don't want the risk o
(19 People Likes) What does it feel like to be poor?
marriage, but didn't work while I was at home because they had eight children (I was the eldest). My Grandfather had made some money during the Great Depression, so he gave my father a farm, but encumbered it so my father could not mortgage it. There was always plenty of food because we raised it ourselves. We lived in an old, drafty house that required six cords of wood (that we cut and cured ourselves) to heat two rooms for the winter. The bedrooms were not heated. There was the boy's bedroom, the girl's bedroom and my parent's bedroom. We had an outhouse. We heated the eat-in kitchen all day and the living room in the evenings. Summers were sweltering and you were better off outside. We had about two dozen chickens for the eggs and for fried chicken every Sunday. We would buy a calf every spring, let it eat grass all year and butcher it in the fall. We kept pigs in pens and had to scrounge food for them. We would butcher two, make sausage, and salt cure the bacon and hams. We sold several pigs every fall. We had two milk cows that gave us plenty of milk, butter, cottage cheese and buttermilk. We 'freshened' them when they dried up, and sold their calves when they were weaned. Mother canned about 400 quarts of vegetables every year. We ate fresh in season, and home-canned the rest of the year. A usual week day was, get up at 4AM, milk, feed and water my cow, feed and water the pigs, eat breakfast and work in the garden until the school bus came at 7 AM. Do my homework on the 45 minute bus ride then go to classes. More homework on the bus ride home, then change clothes and do farm-work until dark. After it got too dark to work, milk, feed and water the animals, then eat supper. Wash off on the back porch, weather permitting, or in the living room in the winter. A bath consisted of standing in a wash tub and scrubbing with a quart of warm soapy water and rinsing off with a gallon of cold water. Then to bed. On Saturdays, it was dawn-to-dark farm work. On Sundays, just the chores. The farm was a half mile from the nearest neighbor, three miles to the paved road and 27 miles to Columbus, the 'big city'. We did not have a car or truck, but we did have an antique (pre-WW II) tractor and a mule we borrowed from Grand-dad. Dad drove the tractor and I plowed with the mule. Ada w class="nturl" style="color: red">mini sex doll s 12 years old and weary. Sometimes she was simply unable to pull the plow. She taught me patience and how to work around problems. We had electricity, but only for lights and the refrigerator. Each room had a light on a pull chain, very limited wall outlets, maybe one per room. We had a radio until one of my brothers broke it. (This was before television). Our entertainment was board games we made ourselves and Compton's Pictured Encyclopedia, which I read from Aardvark to Zygote before I was 12. I read the Bible aloud to my Grandfather, usually on Sunday, and he paid me $5 every time I finished it. I read the Encyclopedia Britannica at study hall, and finished it in the eleventh grade. Our cash crops were cotton, corn, and peanuts. We also grew about 10 acres of various vegetables and when we had a surplus, we sold them also. Until the Eisenhower administration, we grew several acres of wheat and gave the miller half to make flour. The Federal government started the 'land bank' where they paid farmers to not farm, and an 'allotment' was required to grow certain crops. Wheat was one of them. When we continued 'business as usual' the Feds threatened my Dad with hefty fines and jail time unless he destroyed the wheat field. We had to hurriedly replant (I missed several weeks of school) with millet, sesame and sorghum to get the grains we needed to feed the chickens and animals. We ate crappy bread (no wheat flour) for about three months until we could readjust our budget. There was not much cash money to buy things. We bought coffee, tea, spices, salt, pepper, extracts, sugar, baking chocolate, aspirin, cod liver oil and not much else. The sugar was for canning - we grew sorghum for syrup if you wanted something sweet. Clothing was the major expense. We went barefoot at home and only wore shoes to school. My work clothes were last year's school clot mistress love dolls es. My mother sewed with a treadle sewing machine, so our shirts and dresses were home-made. I seem to remember their budget was $5,000 per year. The allotments cut back on the amount of cotton and peanuts we were allowed to grow to the point we could no longer make ends meet. We tried several different approaches to truck farming with no success. My parents argued and divorced. My mother retained the farm. Dad lived on his brother's charity. We sold most of the animals and all of the farm equipment to pay off the deficits. Mother and the younger kids were left with some chickens and a cow. I was told I would not graduate from high school because I had not earned enough credits my Senior year. In 1957, I ran away from home and joined the Air Force. Only the Air Force recruiter would talk to me. He sent me to MEPS for the ASVAB and physical. I scored 93 percentile on the AFQT and maxed out the line scores, so he got me a waiver. I took the test and got a GED at the first opportunity. I went to tech school for HF radio technician and had a high security clearance, I think because I had been raised so isolated. I tried to declare my mother as a dependent, but since she 'owned' the farm, I could not. The farm kept her from being eligible for welfare or other Government assistance. So, I set up a joint checking account with my mother, had my military paycheck deposited into it, and told her it was an allotment. ($141 per month! Minimum wage was $1/ hour, I think.) The Air Force was like heaven to me. I got to sleep in until 7 AM, the PT was not difficult, the training was not challenging and I had loads of free time in the evening. I also had little money. All of my contemporaries had money for beer and cigarettes and went on dates. I could not. On the other hand, I had all of the food I wanted to eat, unlimited hot water for showers, flush toilets, clothes and shoes that fit, and more books than I could read at the base library. Every Saturday the USO sponsored a dance at the Airman's Club, so I got to dance with girls there. Every Sunday, I could go to church at the Base Chapel. I worked odd jobs off-base for spending money, repairing CB radios, washing dishes at a bar and grill, etc. I made about $50 per month part-time, and most of that went to keep my uniforms up to snuff, and haircuts. I did not have many friends because I could not afford to 'party' with them. My last year was remote site duty in Alaska and was unable to do any off-duty work while I was there, so I had no income. I obtained my Amateur Radio license there, and ran phone patch calls to home for everybody. I was number one on the promotion list for the Alaskan Air Command, but no stripes came down. I did not have enough rank for retention, so I could not re-enlist in 1961. I did not date in High school or the Air Force, and I resented it at the time. My Grandfather died while I was in the AF, mother got clear title to the farm, sold it, and moved to Atlanta to be near my sister. I no longer had to support my family and started to make some real money. Growing up, everyone considered us 'poor'. But I feel we only lacked transportation and stylish clothes. The last song I heard before th
(33 People Likes) Why do conservatives think there are only 2 genders?
f masculine and feminine. I’m skeptical of the concept of nonbinary or “queer” because I’m ignorant as to how personality can manifest in a way that isn’t somewhere between the binary. A progressive would argue that I’m wrong to assign masculine and feminine to any traits because I’m only culturally conditioned to think that way. But to claim personality isn’t strongly influenced by physiology or that there are no physiological differences between the sexes is dishonest. Aren’t the progressives the ones who encourage trans kids to take hormones and puberty blockers? Trans people can best appreciate the influence of hormones on personality. Gender Differences in Personality across the Ten Aspects of the Big Five My suspicion is that nonbinary people just haven’t figured out their gender identity and so they’ve mistakenly created a nonexistent category in order to situate themselves. In other words, nonbinary and queer really mean “ambiguous” or “undecided”. But please don’t think I’m trying to disparage anyone, and feel free to tell me how you define those categories and why you think they’re legitimate. EDIT: The reason I’m inclined to consider them separate is because not making the distinction might be less “functional”. The way I see it is that sex is what you are, and gender is what you pass for. Take for example a trans woman. This person is a man, but consistently passes for a woman and is unambiguously feminine. The reality is that we don’t perceive this person in the same way we perceive cis men, and can expect from her (or him if you prefer) behavior more akin to that of a woman. To better sell my point, here’s a picture of Blair White: She’s a trans woman. Would you be comfortable referring to this person as a he? To me that’d be jarring, and would also just create confusion because everyone who isn’t aware of her sex unanimously sees her as a woman. That’s the effect of gender as opposed to sex. In contexts where this person’s physiology makes it apparent that she’s male (sports, sexual intercourse, inability to get pregnant) are when we heed the distinction between a trans woman and a cis woman. Now obviously you could say that none of this matters, it just sounds like diarrhea of the mouth and trans people are just people who roleplay as the other sex and there’s no need to create a distinction between sex and gender just for them. And admittedly I’m not sure I could explain exactly why that’s wrong (so maybe it’s not). To be frank, this might just boil down to how far we’re willing to go with pretending that trans people are what they identify as. But similar t
