I've had many a comment on the nature of some of my threads.
I suppose I could occupy time with cutesy-wootsy threads about who has the best nipples, but a person can only eat sugar for so long. there comes a time for meat and potatoes.
I like to push it to the edge and make people think.
Move out of your comfort zone and see the raw tooth-n-nail side of nature. Allow yourself to be challenged. Think the unthinkable. You have to taste the bitter to appreciate the sweet (vanilla sky). Shit stinks, and it also grows flowers.
Have we become afraid to look life in the eye and say, "I'm not afraid or disgusted of you. Bring it on!".
No, this scenario never hapened to me, although on one occasion, I did see a provider, who went to the same high school as my daughter and even graduated from the same class. I found this out AFTER the date. As a hobbyist, when you pass 40, and you see providers in their 20's, this kind of thing can happen. Perhaps it's why I am now a proud supporter of the old hag's club. No drama.
The whole gist of the thread is this: You don't know who is behind that door until it opens. All research aside, sometimes shit still happens.
Last week there was a thread about a provider who bumped into her son at the new fine arts. She handled it well.
This is not about familial lust or pedophilia, but about how you would handle the situation of accidently encountering someone whom you'd least expect to counter.
Life is not all roses. You take the good, the bad, AND the ugly, deal with it, laugh at it, and move on, a smarter wiser human being.
Like a quote I saw on DallasRain's website, I don't want an easy peaceful existence. I want to look back on my life and say, "What a hell of a ride!". If that means occasionaly getting my hands dirty, so be it.
I guess I will go back to posting sugary but safe socialy acceptable threads. yum. exciting.