Further more, in Christmas Day, I guess some folks were in misery and needed to share. I got two unsolicited msgs with the sole purpose of insulting me. It was like...sorry about your day, nugget.
Finally finished Fellow Travelers last night. Hit me much harder than I thought it would. The complex flawed character of Hawk was portrayed brilliantly. You'll know that when you realize how much he angers you, then how much you break down when he finally admits his love.
Sorry for the obscure message.
After years of contemplation, bad health, irritating medication sode effects, consultations, hard decisions, and many many hoops, I had gastric sleeve surgery today.
A quick reminder : Meth isn't a "kink". It isn't a "fetish". It's a death wish. You're not being "kink-shamed" or "judged" when someone pleads for you to slow the fuck down, because they don't want to have to comfort your mother at your funeral. There is no happy ending here.