Exactly! We just call out the bullshit when we see it!
The Chateau Diaries #194 Former boyband bedbug turned porcelain fondling charleston dancing parasite!
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Agree with you thousand %. He is the type who thinks everything bad/negative in his life is somebody elses fault. I think F4F too... They are always the innocent victims, while being manipulating narcs.My experience pales in comparison to yours. Iām so sorry that happened.I donāt know Michaelās backstory, but I doubt he experienced this type or degree of homophobia. Michael used homophobia as an excuse to explain why people unsubscribed from his channel and to garner pity, when that actually had nothing to do with it. Iām so glad things have progressed for the better in recent years. A lot of people bravely paved the way to make that happen.
Well wouldn't it just. Nothing wrong with DurhamWouldnāt it be amusing if @Heathcliffe went to Oxford or Cambridge.
I thought at the time that she had a mixture of both. Dan had a crumpet but Iām sure bunboy had a muffin
Its so nice in life to find out you are "not the only one" and I find the people here are so compassionate and kind.
Yes we can have our "spats" but we get back together all the time and that is great!
A "hug" emoji would be good , I agree.
Thank you .....I don't need my eyes tested .... I thought it was a muffin too !!!
I feel privileged that @KyBourbon and @MRShavershamsdress have shared previous deep wounds with us You both must feel comfortable with us to disclose past emotional trauma. We are mostly a faceless bunch operating under an alias however behind the false names we are compassionate and supportive towards each other and I think we feel a virtual connection. Iām so sorry to read historical homophobia had such a understandable impact on both of your early lives and I really hope that weāve moved on as a society for the better.
@KyBourbon, if you ever decide to buy a weekend pad over the pond here in Oxfordshire pretty please can I come around and help you set the table
I promise not to look into all of the rooms with open doors on the way to the toilet 
You both must feel comfortable with us to disclose past emotional trauma. We are mostly a faceless bunch operating under an alias however behind the false names we are compassionate and supportive towards each other and I think we feel a virtual connection. Iām so sorry to read historical homophobia had such a understandable impact on both of your early lives and I really hope that weāve moved on as a society for the better.@KyBourbon, if you ever decide to buy a weekend pad over the pond here in Oxfordshire pretty please can I come around and help you set the table
I promise not to look into all of the rooms with open doors on the way to the toilet
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For some reason that sounds like a gloating Fanny to me. We all know sheās be proud of taking someone away from their partner.
The table looks perfect, you have beautiful taste
Good old Caroline Gooder - the village gossip !
Gosh Iām so envious of your landscape scene, even more so if that is what is like where you live.Thank you! I hired an artist to paint the walls in a landscape scenic (itās bright and cheeryā¦mostly blue and green, with some splashes of color). It took her about a month to finish. It represents the scenery and landscape around my house. Because itās painted, I donāt have to worry about wallpaper seams! No crayons for me!
Also, I iron my tablecloth!
That reminds meā¦I really need to clean my house today!
Itās painted, so I donāt have to worry about seams!
Hereās a picture of what I served for the lunch (pre-plated), and another picture from a different meal showing more of the wall.
I think I can do as good a job as Phi Phi! But, I guess Iām REALLY gay!
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My heart hurts for you.Thank you for sharing that. Itās never easy. Many of us of a certain age have horror stories of homophobia. I was accidentally outed in high school by my own actions. My father gave me the choice of conversion therapy with a Christian therapist or homelessness. I was self aware enough at the time so I decided to play his game to finish my senior year. I left for university and never looked back. Mom kicked his ass to the curb my freshman year. I didnāt see him again until eleven years later when I identified his body after he drank himself to death. I loved my dad very much. After their divorce was granted I told him heād made his choices and lost his oldest son as a result. We had a lot in common but he chose to succumb to his demons. In many ways it was my most hurtful experience with homophobia. My mom, brother and the grandparents were totally different. Their attitude was youāre family and we love you. So much so that my mom did have a history of calling before a big event to see if I was available for hair and make up, and maybe something sparkly from the drag bag. But the most horrifying experience with homophobia was the suicide of my boyfriend at university. Weād been together for two years. I moved off campus so we could quietly live together even though he still had a private dorm room. He was outed when his fraternity brother saw him leave our apartment to go back to campus. It was a small southern school and I was out. The news was all over campus by the end of the day. To compound matters he was African American, literally. One parent from the DRC and the from the American southern Atlantic coast. I am white. So there was a heaping helping of hate for both our orientation and races. Someone called his parents and they made him come home. On Monday I went into my newspaper job and found a note in my box to call his fraternityās faculty advisor as heād killed himself over the weekend. I was told I was unwelcome at the funeral and that his death was my fault. Obviously that was not true, but my mental state fractured and I shut down. My best friend moved in and protected me. She got me through finals, made sure I ate and bathed and refused to leave my side until the next term started. I didnāt date again for years, and I refused to ever let anyone force me back into the closet. To this day I think of what a fine and wonderful young man he was. I miss him still almost 40 years later. I do not wonder āwhat ifā because that is fruitless. Itās one of the reasons Iām still active in my community, attend pride and refuse to dim my light for anyone or any reason. @KyBourbon I sympathize with your experience and send you a virtual hug. Life hurts us sometimes, but we can become better people for it.
@Beachgirl and other Oxfordshire, Bucks and bordering Shire folk shall I hire a bus, pick you all up on the way through and we can go on a REALLY big adventure to @KyBourbonās home. Stick the kettle on @KyBourbon, we should be there in time for Christmas
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For those who are interested, and that may not be very many! FRK is back home with mom in Norway. She has rebranded herself once again, this time as The Scandinavian Florist, I guess there's only one in Scandinavia. She is walking the forest gathering foliage for wreath making, don't be mean, they are not weeds. Could this be a sign that she has accepted her position in life? Stick to one thing, being a florist. Live in one place, Norway. No mention of being a chef on a private yacht or elsewhere. Still not employed though. That is the sticking point.
Is there poison ivy in Norway?
Thank goodness she never made it to Australia.
Hopefully her Mother can have a good talk to her? Someone needs to.
Is she also the village bike (SJ)Good old Caroline Gooder - the village gossip !
Never say never.. I see it already: āMarie and Mom do Oceaniaā A vlog YouTube channel with more mature content on Patreon.
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Only 18 off VIP.. could be in the VIP lounge next Friday night. I guess a lot of us are not football fans so will be on here instead of watching the world Cup. Budweiser got shafted today.Well wouldn't it just. Nothing wrong with Durham
I am so very sorry and sad to read your post. You have been through so much sorrow and suffering, more than one person should suffer in their lifetime. I only wish I could reach out and give you a real hug and not just a virtual one. Sending you all my love and hugs.Thank you for sharing that. Itās never easy. Many of us of a certain age have horror stories of homophobia. I was accidentally outed in high school by my own actions. My father gave me the choice of conversion therapy with a Christian therapist or homelessness. I was self aware enough at the time so I decided to play his game to finish my senior year. I left for university and never looked back. Mom kicked his ass to the curb my freshman year. I didnāt see him again until eleven years later when I identified his body after he drank himself to death. I loved my dad very much. After their divorce was granted I told him heād made his choices and lost his oldest son as a result. We had a lot in common but he chose to succumb to his demons. In many ways it was my most hurtful experience with homophobia. My mom, brother and the grandparents were totally different. Their attitude was youāre family and we love you. So much so that my mom did have a history of calling before a big event to see if I was available for hair and make up, and maybe something sparkly from the drag bag. But the most horrifying experience with homophobia was the suicide of my boyfriend at university. Weād been together for two years. I moved off campus so we could quietly live together even though he still had a private dorm room. He was outed when his fraternity brother saw him leave our apartment to go back to campus. It was a small southern school and I was out. The news was all over campus by the end of the day. To compound matters he was African American, literally. One parent from the DRC and the from the American southern Atlantic coast. I am white. So there was a heaping helping of hate for both our orientation and races. Someone called his parents and they made him come home. On Monday I went into my newspaper job and found a note in my box to call his fraternityās faculty advisor as heād killed himself over the weekend. I was told I was unwelcome at the funeral and that his death was my fault. Obviously that was not true, but my mental state fractured and I shut down. My best friend moved in and protected me. She got me through finals, made sure I ate and bathed and refused to leave my side until the next term started. I didnāt date again for years, and I refused to ever let anyone force me back into the closet. To this day I think of what a fine and wonderful young man he was. I miss him still almost 40 years later. I do not wonder āwhat ifā because that is fruitless. Itās one of the reasons Iām still active in my community, attend pride and refuse to dim my light for anyone or any reason. @KyBourbon I sympathize with your experience and send you a virtual hug
You people think Angel likes me?
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