My favorite hobby is gossiping about the water buffalo, it's pretty much what I live for. You won't really know anything about me after reading this. You see that "Ask" link up there? Questions and such? Use it.
Fuck that, it’s not a dichotomy. Let’s not act like mascara glues girls eyes so shut that they can’t read a word of Dickens or solve a trig problem. Let’s talk about how no boy has ever been asked if he’d rather get his Bachelor’s or get married; no boy has ever been told that he’s too handsome to run for office. So why cover up my tits so you can take me seriously?
"do you think he’s attractive?" the straight male is asked. against his better judgement, he says "yeah, i guess so." suddenly, the police burst in. they seize the man, take away his certificate of heterosexuality, and exile him to wander the realm of the gay forever. if only the man had responded with "how should i know? i’m not into dudes"
A rare example of an 18th century memento mori skeletal band, dated 1727. A full skeleton, reserved on black enamel, encircles the gold hoop of the ring. Unusually, there is a crown above the skull, signifying death is the master of all, and below the skeletal feet is a tablet engraved with the words memento mori, flanked by symbols of the Passion. The bezel of the ring is in the form of a gold coffin, covered by a faceted crystal, enclosing a skeleton painted in gold on a black ground. To interior of the band are the initials of the deceased, J. B. and the date, 1727.