Yes, the "community" is in a quandary. It seems we've used up all the codes already, and we're stuck with boring old "top" or "bottom."

Wait, maybe it could be different colored hankies! And depending on the pocket it stuck out of it could mean different things! Or how about tapping your foot in a bathroom stall, it could be like morse code! Or winking! If I wink at you with my left eye it means I'm looking for a bottom, if I wink with my right, a top. Both eyes winking in rapid succession means I'm a dizzy queen who thinks he's Glinda the Good Witch.

Gays invented coded sexual messages. That's how we manage to cowardly hide in our closets and still get laid.

They published the last print edition in August. They are continuing on the web only.

I realize this is old news, but good for her. I always wondered why she stayed in hiding so long.

Really? I wouldn't think so - but I'm a straight guy

My hearsay anecdotal experience is there is a wide variety of possibilities - some use appliances, other's shun then, mutual masturbation is always an option, and cunnilingus being an obvious choice.

Speaking as someone who doesn't really know, I've always figured that being a lesbian was as much about the emotional attraction to females as the physical.

That, and I could go for a night of (good) oral just about any old time and I'd be a pleased woman. Maybe that's why I've always been open to the possibility of a female partner, even if it's not happened and I have a preference for males and their genitalia. I've been fairly blessed in the receiving department. :blush:

Fine. NOW you tell me? :rolleyes:

I think they use Tresca instead of Tab.

Sweetheart, you KILL me. :D :snap:

so's Gemini Cricket, by the sounds of it !! :blush:



...I always remember the line from "Longtime Companion" where the guys mother asks "Dear, are you a Top or a Bottom?"

A friend of mine took care of his father as he got old and started getting a little senile (is that a politically correct term?). They would spend every Monday together.

One Monday, as they were strolling through Laguna, out of the blue (they had not been discussing anything near this topic), Dad asks, "So [son], what's it like to get fvcked up the @ss?"

How does one answer a question like that from their father?

Pshaw. Nobody believes it goes would go down like that, not even you.

I'd say, "Well, Dad. Here, have a seat on this pointy fire hydrant."



I'm not sure if men who are Centers are always Centers and I don't know if men who are Quarterbacks are always Quarterbacks... but I for one an a Center. Yes, there are times when I get all "Grr, come here Tight End, you're gonna be my Wide Receiver." But for the most part I wait for the "Hike!" from a cute Brett Favre.