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This is kinda cool. We can now write blogs....It's like a little journal we all can have. Its like a update on how we are, than it doesn't clutter the forums if someone wants to write about their day! :)
Awesome idea!!:grouphug:

this is what i would like to know,

wh is it so hard to find real true bisexuals ? every one who has contacted us ,say that they are bi but it comes down to it they are not, they just want the female. does anyone else have the same problem?

I tried to post this yesterday.. wouldnt work.. amended it last night as I lay in bed and tried again.. o well.. these things are sent to try us and the revamp still has teething problems does it not? Poor ole Droosy Woosy.. must be tearing his hair out.. tee hee:tong: Chill me luffly... have sorted it... and as usual.. it was me being stupid... I know.. a difficult thing to believe but there ya are.. forgive the lil tart for losing you a few more hairs...

New site.. well revamp, not quite new.. sore head this morning too as I had a lil look see. Not unusual Sunday morning. Paracetamol helped but Irn Bru did the trick better.. Paracetamol only helps the bonce.. Barr's saviour does the rest at all times...morning after the night before is always better soon as the amber liquid flushes down the throat and hits the spot. Perked up very speedily which was nice...

Light snoring was heard in the bedroom in the morning. She with the frantabulous arse slept very late.. poor babba suffered when the eyes struggled open and the tummy warch set in ... But as usual I was kind and did what needed done until she stopped the dying swan imitation. There are those who think she is a bit of a cold tatty at times.. not so.. as anyone who know her and have been out with the cow will be all too aware.. but until the deadly glow of hangover is gone smiling is never her forte.. not speaking more the order of the day, at least not speaking very kindly..

O dear Katherine.. forgive the little tart for guzzling the last of the precious life saving Bru.... it took a little longer for the pangs and pains to dissipate sad to relate.. did I giggle? Certainly not....well not much, for I am a loving wife and I would not see her suffer long.. no reader, this did not mean I caled in the vet to end suffering.. tis but a temporary ague many of u will have experiencced which did soon pass.. she does not need be euthanased yet a while...there remains far too much pash in both of us for that.. in her case only when life returned to her poor yet to be agonised body.. luckily for her the childers did not return home till late afternoon...

O .com... thee whom I once loved so well.. what have ye become? At times past my saviour, at others so frustrating, sometimes huge entertainment. Where are thee old friends that made this such a gentle (if argumentative) funny,supportive, loving place.?? Sighhhh... times change, The bodies change and it is still argumentative but rarely quite so gentle as once was and never so entertaining and funny and support for one another? That I fear is almost a thing of the past... A change.. it is different.. looks ok.. glitches yet to be ironed out of course but only to be expected.. sadly the glitch of human failing cannot be ironed out and a site is only as compassionate,understanding, loving, decent, informative, supportive, fun, funny and entertaining as.those who use it..

I am no longer of u bisexual world but my love remains, yet fear that time has moved on and passed me by.. I fear that being no longer of u that any value I had to u has gone.. somehow I seem to divide as much as once I think I once helped unite.. o maybe that last is a delusion and an arrogance on my part, but I did so love this place and those who used it.. still do so love a few...and still accord it great regard and affection but the depth of that affection is no longer as it once was.. is it just me? My misreading, and simply that I have moved on or maybe that you have or, just as likely, is it me that has been left behind? That I have remained too long? So few of those I loved so dearly remain.. those upon whose shoulders I shed real tears, both of laughter and of sadness.. I no longer feel it possible now.. I no longer require the tears for the sadness but fuck, the tears of laughter I miss so badly.. and the sense of real affection that existed and shone through. This is not to say that I have developed no real affection for some newer people for I have, but not in the numbers I once did, and that is not simply something I put down to the fact that I no longer chat very often...... Is it just me? That my perception is so off? That memory of a fond and loving past now so distant, blights the present?

The musings of the lil dyke tart.. ignore or not... they are just that.. musings.. but musings of one who may not be bisexual but cares very deeply for the lives and loves, the cares and the future of you all,.yes [B]all[/B].... I married one of you, and in life several of my very best friends are of you...my elder sister is one of your number...how could I not care, you daft things you?.

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[FONT=Century Gothic][SIZE=4]Black History Month should serve as a reminder to everyone of the rich tapestry of contributions made by, and struggles of, the Blacks in America. However celebratory it should be, it stands in stark contrast to the reality Blacks face today;


[INDENT]a) having a “lost generation” of black youth, seeking comfort and refuge in the lowest common denominator of drugs and crimes.
b) becoming a ...

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Every morning I open my eyes and look around my bedroom, my simple safe zone.... outside of this room, is a world and society that will be friends, family, loved ones and yes, those that will debate, oppose and challenge me constantly.

I am not your average married person with 2.4 children, a wife, a mortgage, a white picket fence, with a 9 to 5 job and salary, suit and tie... I am a person that bears scars on my body, in my heart and mind, because I have lived.... no, change that... I have survived.... living is reserved for the people that lead sheltered lives full of privilege

I have battled and won against myself when the wars of sexuality, depression, heartbreak, loneliness, and many more foes conspired against me, I had to face down myself on so many levels and defeat each enemy with understanding, logic, compassion and acceptance.....

Finally I win each battle within myself, and I stand up to tell the world about my hard won victory, and society can be like a crowded new york street... each person wrapped up in their own battles, their own wars.... so I become a human pin ball, bouncing from pillar to post....
and it becomes harder every day to remember that they are no different to me and that I am no different to them..... we are all human and all fighting our own wars......

I remember a lesson that I was once taught.... and that is to walk down the street and smile at the people rushing by, some will ignore me, some will look at me like I have lost my mind,.. and some.... will smile back at me..... because they know, as well as I know.. that we are not alone, there are others that share the understanding of our battle to be ourselves.....

so I am smiling at you and giving a simple nod of my head as we past on that busy, crowded street with people rushing by..... and I am hoping that you will smile at somebody else... and so on..... and that one day, I will be walking down that street and somebody will smile at me and nod.....

That is your legacy, and my legacy..... our smiles went around the world like a boomerang, shared from person to person, across countries and continents, so many people realising that they are not alone either.... a simple legacy of a smile....

why do I smile... ? cos I can..... and cos I just made you nod and smile as well..... share the legacy :)...... and I may give you a hug and a kiss to keep the smile going

[FONT=Century Gothic] I was invited by my girlfriend at the time to go to a swingers bar one night. While getting ready my Girlfriend arrived to my apartment and knocked at the door; I had to open the door while still wet and with a towel wrapped around my body. Wet skin and hair I opened the door and let her in, telling her that I would jump back in the shower to finish.
Jumped in the shower and to my surprise, 10 seconds later my girlfriend followed me in. She jumped in the shower with me, with my back facing her she rapidly pressed her nice breast against my back. I could feel the piercings on both of her nipples on my back as her nipples got hard. She started then feeling my hips and her hands found their way to my breasts. Feeling her hands rubbing and playing with my nipples while she was softly kissing my neck got me wet and I could feel my clit pounding of excitement. Then one of her hands slowly went down to my wetness and she started playing with my clit. And with every soft rub I was closer and closer to climax. As I was almost ready to reach that wanted orgasm; the phone rang and we had to stop our passionate moment in the shower so I could finish getting ready to go to the club since her husband was already waiting at the club and the party had started.
I finished and we left to the club, on our way there we were both holding hands but quiet. Only glancing at each other with a smile every time we both had a chance. Once we arrived at the club, we went in and the place was packed. Couples everywhere; some chatting and having a beer while others had their hands busy feeling other peoples wife's or husbands.
We finally met with my girlfriend husband, greeted him with a kiss and we were ready to order a drink and hit the dance floor. I had been at that club before but that night was specially busy and I personally didn't know many of the couples there. We got our drinks and before going to dance we went back to the table where her husband was so we could leave the drinks with him. It took about 10 mins once we got to the table before we were able to leave and hit the dance floor since we both wanted to finish the drinks before leaving. Music playing loud and couples making out everywhere, we were having a great time and since we both had our drinks and could already feel the buzz!
Suddenly, the music changed and they were now playing slow songs. We look at each other and embraced in a long passionate kiss right in the middle of the floor surrounded by other couples that were looking at us while they themselves where starting to make out. That first song wasn't long enough, we were enjoying ourselves too much. And I have to admit that I was enjoying the attention from everyone around...
The song ended and we left the dance floor to go back to the table. Once we arrived there, my girlfriend husband had some company. A new couple that they were friends with and were also involved in the lifestyle. After introductions the girls sat down in one side of the table (me in between them two) and I knew I was going to be in big trouble... ;)
We order a second round of drinks and half way, them both started to rub my tights. With heir touch my skin shiver, and as her hands found their way up under my skirt I felt that one of them (I can't remember which one) started to undo the buttons of my blouse. The table were we were was in a dark corner of the club and since everyone there was in for the same thing I really didn't care If someone saw what was happening.
They continued to rub me and touch every centimeter of my very wet pussy and breast, this kept happening until one of them got my leg over her own leg. This she did only to have better access to my wetness, and be able to insert her fingers deep inside. The more she did that the more intense it felt. By now the other girl had found a way to put her lips around my nipples and it was deliciously warm. My nipples got hard inside her mouth, since with her tongue she was flickering my nipples. With the combination of them two paying great attention to both my breast and my pussy, I didn't notice that my hips had started to move and I was moaning louder and louder. The more attention they gave me the better it felt. And then, my Clit was so swollen that with the next time she rubbed her finger against my clit at the same time she was finger fucking my pussy I was involved in a very intense orgasm. I was having an orgasm so hard and at that very same moment the music stopped for a second (that felt like eternity) and everyone in the club not only was able to see me but, the moaning was so loud everyone knew what just happen. And the night kept getting more interesting but that is kept for another day... [/FONT]:smoke: