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This is how I feel about sexy guy pics. Sort of.

As the Winner of several consecutive Heterosexual Awards, I’m comfortable sharing that I can find a guy sexy. But it’s not like I want to get down on my knees in front of him, as much as I might like what I see there. 🤣

Meaning, it’s based more on envy—I wish I had hair like that—If I had those abs, I’d never wear a shirt—I wish my ass was all muscles like his—Look at that package!—I wish my skin was so perfectly tan and flawless—that kind of thing.

I can get aroused because I think of all the sex that guy must have and how can I not get aroused thinking of all those women who could ogle me if I looked like that? šŸ¤·ā€ā™‚ļø

Now before everyone comes to my defense, I already know I’m perfect as I am. Believe me, I’m totally into me. But still, don’t we all want more than we have? 🧐

Hot bodies are hot bodies. Our definitions of ā€œhotā€ all differ, and that’s okay, that’s why it’s fun to look!

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Fixed it.
I thought this was in Cock Maup for some reason. 🤣
 
Perhaps your previous experience had been with Prosecco?
No, I'd had The Real Thing (not Coca Cola), on high days and holidays. I think that what I had though was towards the sweeter end, because my Dad would buy stuff that my Mum would enjoy.

I've noticed, for some weird reason, the names are occasionally used interchangeably. Americans drink more Prosecco than Champagne. It's sweeter, more fruit forward, and cheaper.

Also gross.
Careful, you'll have @EyesOnHers over here, giving us a talking to!
 
This is how I feel about sexy guy pics. Sort of.

As the Winner of several consecutive Heterosexual Awards, I’m comfortable sharing that I can find a guy sexy. But it’s not like I want to get down on my knees in front of him, as much as I might like what I see there. 🤣

Meaning, it’s based more on envy—I wish I had hair like that—If I had those abs, I’d never wear a shirt—I wish my ass was all muscles like his—Look at that package!—I wish my skin was so perfectly tan and flawless—that kind of thing.
Interesting. It's not like that for me at all. I can appreciate a male body, sure, but it's more like I can appreciate a piece of art or something like that. There's no arousal there. I think there have only been two men in 60+ years that I've found "sexy" (unless we're using the word differently). Having said that, I'm pretty much demisexual, so perhaps that's to be expected šŸ¤·ā€ā™‚ļø

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/me wondering what the hell I missed!
 
On a mores sparkly note, I broke a bone recently.

That is not the sparkly part. šŸ˜

This is not uncommon. I have broken several toes over the years. Klutzy, and fine boned. But mostly klutzy. šŸ™„

This time is a worse. A big toe, both phalange and metatarsal. Not displaced or anything, just wildly annoying.

I stumbled across this article on red light therapy speeding up break healing.

šŸ’”

I have a break.
I have a red light mask and dƩcolletage.
I expect to sit on my fanny shortly.

Checked, and sure enough, the wavelength is correct.

I will try this.

After a nice long shower, and a French 75. It's been that kind of week.

Expect a report. šŸ˜Ž
So? How’s the toe after red lighting it with your dĆ©colletage mask?
 
Are you facing the holy equivalent of Stephen King's Battleground?!?!

Come to the UK... we are mostly degenerate heathens!
There was this rash of Jesus pepperings. Little one inch, rubber figures, that found themselves everywhere!

Grocery store shelves, behind library books, front door steps, break rooms, you get the idea. It was a viral thing to spread faith and brighten peoples' day.

It burned itself out a year or two back, but today I got hit at brunch, the book store, the hood of my car (šŸ‘€).

I feel like I'm being targeted. 🤣

#cardcarryingpagan
 
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There was this rash of Jesus pepperings. Little one inch, rubber figures, that found themselves everywhere!

Grocery store shelves, behind library books, front door steps, break rooms, you get the idea. It was viral thing to spread faith and brighten people's day.

It burned itself out a year or two back, but today I got hit at brunch, the book store, the hood of my car (šŸ‘€).

I feel like I'm being targeted. 🤣

#cardcarryingpagan
I’ve got a few of those. They were foisted on us at hospitals and cancer clinics.
 
A couple of days ago I was on the porch, pondering a personal situation. Out loud - because I talk to myself šŸ¤·ā€ā™€ļø - I mentioned that it would be nice if the universe would send me a sign.

Almost immediately I heard what seemed to be a baby crying!

Investigation turned up a kitten!

Not exactly a kitten, but not yet a teenager. A tween? Twitten?

It was, in fact, a helpful response. Thank you, Universe. šŸ‘

Of course, now there is a kitten.


I am allergic.


It seems cared for. Reaaaaaaally hoping someone turns up on the local board to claim. It’s too small to just assume it will find it’s way home.

Not to mention, foxes, bobcats, coyotes, owls, hawks - the occasional mountain lion. 😬

I may have just swapped one dilemma for another . . . .
 
There was this rash of Jesus pepperings. Little one inch, rubber figures, that found themselves everywhere!

Grocery store shelves, behind library books, front door steps, break rooms, you get the idea. It was viral thing to spread faith and brighten people's day.

It burned itself out a year or two back, but today I got hit at brunch, the book store, the hood of my car (šŸ‘€).

I feel like I'm being targeted. 🤣

#cardcarryingpagan
we all know how having these little figures around worked out
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What is with the mini Jesus figures?

It was like a holy flash flood today. I thought that was done.
The closest I’ve encountered is hidden ducks. I admit I smile when I encounter a tiny little themed duck in the office, while on a call, or looking for work book, etc.

I do not think I would find it nearly as charming and whimsical if they were little Jesuses šŸ˜†

P.S. Is that the correct plural of Jesus? Jesi makes me laugh harder so that’s what I’m using in the future :D
 
The closest I’ve encountered is hidden ducks. I admit I smile when I encounter a tiny little themed duck in the office, while on a call, or looking for work book, etc.

I do not think I would find it nearly as charming and whimsical if they were little Jesuses šŸ˜†

P.S. Is that the correct plural of Jesus? Jesi makes me laugh harder so that’s what I’m using in the future :D
It's like a little army! And disturbing for reasons I don't fully understand and can't possibly explain. 🤣

Idk. Is there a plural?

Maybe that's the issue!!! There shouldn't be more than one. 🤣🤣🤣
 
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