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I've seen threads the past few weeks about where you would like to live, but I want to know when you would like to live. Dissatisfied with the 21st century? Tell me the time period in which you wish you would have been born.
Damnit, Sean! Don't make me like you.
I've seen threads the past few weeks about where you would like to live, but I want to know when you would like to live. Dissatisfied with the 21st century? Tell me the time period in which you wish you would have been born.
1830.
Put me in Detroit in 1848.
I have my reasons.
Having considered this question before I think the obvious answer for many would be the time of Jesus.
jetsons would be cool too though
What? I'm fucking adorable, you cunt!
And you should listen to the full ten minutes of Storm, it's wonderful.
My grandmother once told me I was born 25 years too late. I can't argue that she was wrong.
Oh? Do tell!
Share?
I'm interested.
Really? Jesus? Ever read, "Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal?" LOVE that book. Great read.
Share?
I'm interested.
Really? Jesus? Ever read, "Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal?" LOVE that book. Great read.
Yeah, I'd have to say now. I love the twentieth century. I love everything about it, from the movies, to the clothes, to the slang words. I love how America had distinct enemies back then, and how information was conveyed. What I love most about the twentieth century, though, is that it's in the past. I love how I can read about it on an internet blog written by a black man that married a white man, and I also love that I don't have to worry about some crackpots with launch codes deciding that the world doesn't have to exist anymore. I was born in the "American Century", and that's enough for me.
I was quite the fisherman (commercial gillnetter) as a young man. And I tromped about the woods a lot. Plus, I was just fine on my own, building stuff, and getting stuff done.
nope, never have
My roots are somewhat tangled.
Before 1850 women and slaves and children were mere hash marks, if that.
Metis women were below garbage. Squaws. Modern day cum dumpsters.
I need to know a particular person. I want to feel her pain. More importantly, I want to learn her given name.
Kewl. I can see you doing that stuff, yes.
Interesting. With that coonskin cap and flannel sleep-shirt, I thought maybe 1850.
You'd think so, but no. That's more of a Victorian sleepwear fetish.
As for women's clothes, it doesn't get any better than the mid to late sixties. I'm not one of those gross foot fetishists, but these are so hot. I'd take a miniskirt over a ball gown any day.
Ball gown, shmall gown.
Corsets are where it's at!
Corsets are where it's at!
Whale bone.......
I am fascinated with corsets. I had a custom-made one, once.