Exactly! We just call out the bullshit when we see it!
Exactly! We just call out the bullshit when we see it!We're a bunch of old softies really.
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. I’m so sorry that happened.I don’t know Michael’s 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. I’m 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 DurhamWouldn’t 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 I’m sure bunboy had a muffinShe looked to me like she was serving english muffins, I haven't lived in the UK since 1980, but I believe they are different...
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.One of the things about sharing a traumatic experience is to show how much more in common we all have, that we can overcome adversity if we choose too
Thank you .....I don't need my eyes tested .... I thought it was a muffin too !!!I thought at the time that she had a mixture of both. Dan had a crumpet but I’m sure bunboy had a muffin
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Pam
4 hours ago
Is Dan married?
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caroline gooder
2 hours ago
No. He doesn't live with his ex-partner Annalise anymore. She and their two sons live in the homestead they built. He maybe dating someone now.
The table looks perfect, you have beautiful tasteThank you! Maybe he’s reflected and has different thoughts now. I do know from a couple of people that he has 3 kids (the oldest just got married) and he lives 2 hours away from me. Appears he’s been successful in business. Hopefully he’s had a nice life.
No, that picture wasn’t my tablescape…it was a picture pulled from the Mrs. Alice site.
Here’s a picture of it on my table for a lunch I hosted last spring. The table wasn’t completely finished yet, and the candy was for my nieces!
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Good old Caroline Gooder - the village gossip !caroline gooder
2 hours ago
No. He doesn't live with his ex-partner Annalise anymore. She and their two sons live in the homestead they built. He maybe dating someone now.
Gosh I’m 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 (it’s bright and cheery…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 it’s painted, I don’t have to worry about wallpaper seams! No crayons for me!
Also, I iron my tablecloth!
That reminds me…I really need to clean my house today!
It’s painted, so I don’t have to worry about seams!
Here’s 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 I’m REALLY gay!(I don’t use tin foil in my candlesticks, though!)
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My heart hurts for you.Thank you for sharing that. It’s 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 didn’t 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 he’d 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 you’re 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. We’d 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 fraternity’s faculty advisor as he’d 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 didn’t 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 “what if” because that is fruitless. It’s one of the reasons I’m 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 @KyBourbon’s home. Stick the kettle on @KyBourbon, we should be there in time for ChristmasThe table looks perfect, you have beautiful taste
Is there poison ivy in Norway?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.
Thank goodness she never made it to Australia.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 she also the village bike (SJ)Good old Caroline Gooder - the village gossip !
Never say never.. I see it already: „Marie and Mom do Oceania“ A vlog YouTube channel with more mature content on Patreon.Thank goodness she never made it to Australia.
Hopefully her Mother can have a good talk to her? Someone needs to.
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. It’s 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 didn’t 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 he’d 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 you’re 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. We’d 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 fraternity’s faculty advisor as he’d 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 didn’t 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 “what if” because that is fruitless. It’s one of the reasons I’m 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.
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