Something no one knows about me? Um... im actually really shy in person when it comes to women..
but then a lot of guys are...
but then a lot of guys are...
Interesting fact about Jenee:I was a DJ in a skating rink during the disco era. I'm not proud of it.
and you guys say TNZ is bad ...
Wrong again, that was my weekend pseudonym back in the 70s.No, real elections. With my name on the ballot and everything.![]()
I think I voted for you. You were "Hanging chad", right?![]()
Oh, I've got one I bet most of you don't know. My wife and I are polyamorous.
Oh, I've got one I bet most of you don't know. My wife and I are polyamorous.
You and your wife any any TrekBBS gathering may be able to hel psolve the pesky TrekBBS virgin problem.
I was elected to public office four times.
Oh, I've got one I bet most of you don't know. My wife and I are polyamorous.
You and your wife any any TrekBBS gathering may be able to hel psolve the pesky TrekBBS virgin problem.
I'd be happy to lend my services to any of the young (or not so young) ladies here.
Unfortunately, I'm in New Jersey and she's in Indiana (due to my current work situation), so any of you boys in the midwest will just have to try your luck.![]()
You and your wife any any TrekBBS gathering may be able to hel psolve the pesky TrekBBS virgin problem.
I'd be happy to lend my services to any of the young (or not so young) ladies here.
Unfortunately, I'm in New Jersey and she's in Indiana (due to my current work situation), so any of you boys in the midwest will just have to try your luck.![]()
And another thing ... the "virgin majority" are guys, not ladies.![]()
And another thing ... the "virgin majority" are guys, not ladies.![]()
I guess I just wanted to explain part of the reason I'm so insecure. But also for everyone to keep in mind that there are things we don't know about each other, even when we think we do.
Hope that's not too much of a downer!
And another thing ... the "virgin majority" are guys, not ladies.![]()
Perhaps the ladies are merely more discreet about it.
I guess he was just a gay guy looking for a good time, but even if I was very open about my sexuality at the time, I would've said no anyway. I didn't know him at all, and I'm not the kind of person going at it with random strangers.
I was born with cerebral palsy. I spent most of my childhood in various physical therapy programs; and now, most people can't even tell. I do have a slight gait that, unless you're looking for, wouldn't even notice it.
Other than having my application to the Naval Academy turned down, it's had very little effect on my life.
Wow. I'm glad it's had little effect on your life outside of that.
Okay, fact about me that few people know. I could do a silly list of quirks, because I have an endless amount, but I'm going to go with something serious instead. Some of the recent comments around here have had me thinking about it.
People around here are now starting to understand that I am very self-conscious about my physical appearance and that I have low self-esteem in that regard. Many of you probably do not understand why.
I'm wearing makeup in every picture you have seen of me (excluding chidlhood pics). I don't often wear mascara, eyeliner, eyeshadow, lipstick, whatever. But I wear a heavy foundation to cover my face. This is because I have many scars on my face, and they are really quite horrible.
All through high school and even beyond, my parents dragged me to countless dermatologists to see what could be done. I was examined, performed procedures on, made promises, made to take medicine, and .... nothing. One dermatologist actually succeeded in essentially giving me an acid burn on a part of my face that he was trying to treat. I know my parents and family meant well, but they made me feel like my physical appearance was some horrible disfigurement that simply had to be fixed at whatever the cost. I think they felt that I would never be physically attractive to anyone otherwise.
Eventually, I told them I was done. That rather than endless promises and doctors' visits, I just wanted to try and accept what I was. They relented and only occasionally ask me to see a dermatologist now. The thing is, I haven't accepted it. If I leave the house, I wear makeup. Whether it's to go to the store, just to go to the drive-thru, to visit friends. I won't step out of the house to get the mail or answer the door to the mailman if I don't have makeup on. Only the people closest to me see me without any makeup, now.
When I think of myself, my self-image is that which you see in pictures. The makeup version. I can't find a way to cope with how I look unless I retain that self-image. I do know that I can be attractive with makeup. I see guys look at me, and I can recognize that attention. But I feel that they're not really seeing me, or appreciating me as I truly am. It also doesn't help that my sister is gorgeous and all eyes always go straight to her.
The thing is, I did manage to find someone who loves me for who I am. Even in high school, I think my family was a bit surprised at the guys who were interested in me. And when I brought home my husband for the first time when we were dating, my sister kept talking about how he was so good looking. I know they're somewhat surprised I managed to find someone like him.
I still struggle with this a lot and one of the reasons I liked the internet so much was that no one needed to see me. I can sit here and post without makeup on and none of you treat me any differently for it. So ... I don't know why I went into all this. I guess I just wanted to explain part of the reason I'm so insecure. But also for everyone to keep in mind that there are things we don't know about each other, even when we think we do.
Hope that's not too much of a downer!
Posted by J. Allen:
* When I was in 3rd grade, I beat the hell out of a bully twice my size, and shoved him up against a wall, raising him off the ground several inches before headbutting him, making his nose bleed.
I have one too, in my right forefinger. I was bouncing my pencil up and down on its eraser in calculus back in 9th grade.Another kid stuck me in the thumb with a pencil when we were both in 1st grade. Same deal - still have the mark.In the 6th grade gifted class I stuck a toothpick all the way through my left hand.
In the 2nd grade gifted class I stabbed myself with a pencil. The graphite tip broke off and got lodged in my thumb, and the wound healed around it, so I've had a small chunk of pencil in my thumb ever since.
Damn. Where were you when I was in high school?Posted by J. Allen:
* When I was in 3rd grade, I beat the hell out of a bully twice my size, and shoved him up against a wall, raising him off the ground several inches before headbutting him, making his nose bleed.![]()
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