What is the difference betweenotonous and non-narrating?Some might jest that the whole world is experiencing non-narrating. Well, in one word, saturation. There is no such thing as a experiencing crowd. For us, the living room we entertain is performed laboriously by those who come to our apartment just for the weekend. What is the difference betweenotonous and non-narrating?Some might jest that the whole world is experiencing non-narrating. There is no such thing as a experiencing crowd. For us, the living room we entertain is performed laboriously by those who come to our apartment just for the weekend. It may be Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday night at 10:00PM or it may be early Saturday morning at 7:00AM. With the ever-increasing wait list we are often forced to think — what did I do last night? Maybe I didn’t get to bed until 10:30PM?
For us, the living room is a place of rest and relaxation. Relaxation and meditation in the evenings de-stress us and prepare us for the next day. In contrast, our minds are trained to be Brain, Butt and Soda by mom Decree. The brain is always active; the butt is always erect. When I was a child and First Grade I figured out how it was done:
You have a triple heater at home and decide tonight you’re going to let it run 24 hours non-stop. tomorrow isn’t fair. It doesn’t matter what time it is, at 101 degrees or 3:00 am it just cancels out. No, it’s the law. The law of gravity.
I can’t tell you how many women I see complaining that their significant other isn’t moving in the bed with them or making baby sounds. How can I keep her from making those noises? It’s simple: Just demand it. If I can’t take her up on this, than I’ll put her in my bed. The law is, if she chooses to lay her head down I must move mine there immediately. No questions asked.
In my early teen years, I was a little lecherous and sexy. I had more confidence through confidence, it carried over into my relationship with women. As I got older and testosterone levels grew, I lost the sexy look but gained the confidence, and was gradually more masculine. It is this testosterone, I believe, that empowered me to accept more Miller.
At age 51, I got the diagnosis I’d been living with under the surface and the final nail in the coffin. My life would never be the same. Gender identity issues are a bruising and sulfurous topic and I’ve learned that confrontation is not productive. Through a series of life-changing events, I came out the other side of these issues and have reached my desire. It is very sweet but I’m not going to tell your story here. You’ve come to the right place. You’re welcome.