Gandalfs Fireworks

Holy mother of pain I've probably unhooked 500 cats in my life and never been stuck before. This one got me right in the middle finger and the pain is an 8.5 on scale of 10. Pretty sure none of the whisker came off j der my skin so I just have to keep it clean and deal with some pain for a while. But dayum that sht hurts!

Appreciate the kind thoughts, gentlemen. I've known for some time now that she is my best friend. But what I have come to realize much more clearly the last 2 months is how she is, in many ways, my only true friend. I have a couple of buddies and I'm good with my family, but the deeper ramifications of this illness and hospitalization are basically impossible to really explain to anyone else. You cannot help anyone understand the utterly sickening despair that roils in your gut when contemplating sharing your life with someone who is likely to remain rather sick, and probably prone to development of further illnesses, with no end to it aside from her death. That's a key that won't go into anyone's lock except mine and hers. And other people who've either watched their spouse slowly die or languish with a chronic illness.

My wife has spent the better part of the last two months in the hospital fighting for her life against a rare blood disorder. While I am obviously holding up better than she (duh), it is starting to take its toll on me physically and emotionally. The daily toil of doing just enough to keep my job, spend as much time as possible in the hospital with her, maintain the house, care for the children (9 & 4), etc is leaving me feeling like an empty shell. On top of this I'm trying, perhaps mistakenly, not to devote too much thought to her low, low odds of ever returning to her old self and not having anywhere near the life expectancy of an average white female. In truth, there is no guarantee that I will ever get her back but if I do it's not going to be the woman I knew just a few months ago. Not sure what I expect anyone here to say (perhaps "can size?) but I wanted to say these things and simply could never say them to her or my in-laws. I need the longest nap in the history of mankind.

When I was young, I had great stamina in the bedroom. When I met my wife, she loved it and we had many, many epic sessions. Then I went through a period of many years in which my stamina was embarrassing and pitiful. Now, for no reason I can pinpoint, I have my stamina back and last for a good long time again. IMHO, this is terrific. My wife, however, has made it fairly clear that she's not really seeing this as an improvement! She climaxes rather quickly via foreplay and use of the right position. I'm basically not going to climax in under 15 minutes, and the norm has become about 20-25. She wants it back to 5 minutes!! Last night I actually just quit because about 10 minutes in she asks me "Is something wrong?" because I hadn't finished. I was like "Yeah, that question is an effing mood killer! I'm trying to plow you here!" So I just rolled off and told her I was SOOOO sorry that I couldn't be a 2 pump chump for her. Since when is a woman disappointed that a man doesn't come fast?

I think this is a legitimate possibility.

We have a wonderful and beautiful 9 y.o. (nil cup) daughter. We first wondered about her when she was only 4. Now last night she confirms for us by telling us that she knows she was meant to be a boy and that she is a boy trapped inside a girl's body. At age 3 she developed a great interest in stereotypically male subjects, most pronounced was superheroes. She was obsessed first with Spiderman, then Batman. By kindergarten she refused to wear anything with the color pink. By the end of first grade, she would only wear pants and would cry and complain over even the suggestion that she wear a dress or skirt. By 3rd grade she began asking to shop from the boys department for her clothes and refusing the do anything with her hair (pigtails, ponytails, braids, clips, head bands, ribbons) other than brush it and wear it straight down. Last night we needed to take her to supplement her school clothes. School started 7/31 and she has been getting by with the last few things that fit from last spring semester. She became hysterical and extremely emotionally distraught over my wife trying to even go into the girls department for the clothes. She broke down in sobs telling my wife that we don't understand her and that we are trying to force her to be something that she isn't. She said she is a boy trapped inside a girls body and she can't feel natural or comfortable wearing girls clothes. She said she wants to be a boy and thinks something went wrong when she was born. Am very sad right now.

Love the avatar...

Not saying you're definitely wrong. Clearly, I hope you're not (except for the slut part). But, things I have read say that at this age, open rejection of your gender is rare and should be a concern. And she takes things further than merely being a tomboy. She openly rejects her gender. Still, we cling to the tomboy idea and hope it pans out that way. It just was very shocking and upsetting to have her say something so bold last night about feeling like she should have been born as a boy.

The dog died back in March and everyone here was cool about it. Now this development in my life and everyone here is cool about it. If you guys aren't careful, you'll get a good reputation.

I appreciate this perspective. We have been holding onto this for 5 years. However, its a little different when a sobbing child tells you in their own terms that they've received the wrong gender assignment. We are looking at something a bit different IMHO.

Not even considering counseling at this time. My thought is, if we take her to counseling she'll be led down a road that she might not ultimately have chosen for herself. Right now she seems destined for that, but I am willing to see what path she takes on her own until she is a bit older. Honestly, my plan is to emphasize to her that her clothes don't define who she is and that what matters is what she is on the inside. The clothes we want her to wear are the ones designed and cut for her female frame and the ones that will prevent her from getting unnecessary scorn from classmates within the next 1-2 years. Fact is, she has loads of friends and is a popular girl. In the next few years, kids are going to get way more judgemental. The boys who have crushes on her now (and there are plenty) are going to start liking the girls who fit the female stereotype. They are cool with her appearance now, but that will change. And I want her to understand that we support her being her, but that she has to be mindful of how the school culture is going to change. And if she ends up deciding that she doesn't want to be a butch looking girl anymore, it can actually be very hard to change from that once 6th or 7th grade arrives. Its a danged if you do, danged if you don't thing. Dress like a dude and you'll get ridiculed. Try to change after everyone thinks they have you pegged, you'll still get ridiculed.

She's hella athletic, so I'm not worried. And, though you may be inclined to dismiss this as parent bias, she's friggin' gorgeous.

As an aside, when you google "gender confusion in children" practically every Christian-based website automatically goes to blaming child molestation. Christians sure have a way of giving Christians a bad name.

Sadly, this is kind of where my head is already, too. Unfortunately, I think her rejection of all forms of femininity indicate she is going to embrace the butch side.

Having been here since 2001 I realize that is not true. But I didn't necessarily come here for support and understanding. This is just a topic that I feel I can't really discuss with anyone other than the wifey and I needed to tell someone about it for some form of release.

For some reason, when I listen to this song it makes me feel like killing people or committing random violent acts.

A poor man's Polyphonic Spree? Or simply a better Polyphonic Spree?

My wife and I had never done this before last Saturday. The ramifications for her have been "uncool" and I figured I'd share that with y'all for obvious reasons. But, backstory... I've had a long time unsatisfied fantasy that falls into the "Sleeping Beauty Fetish" category. Secks with a sleeping partner. In the past she contemplated doing a 4 beers + Tylenol PM cocktail for me but ultimately couldn't get over the fear of accidental overdose and I was cool with that. She said if she was ever so drunk that I could do her without waking her, I was free to have my way with her. So, July 6th she got more plastered than I've ever seen her before. She normally only drinks beer but that night had at least 8 rum based drinks which were made by me, so they were strong. By 1:00 a.m. she was so out of it. I stripped her clothes off and she fell on the bed sound asleep. Skipping several humiliating things I did to/with her to get started, I eventually got down to brass tacks. She was on her stomach with 1 leg straight and 1 bent. I lubed her and myself and slipped it right into the stink. She never budged. So, OF COURSE, I continued for a decent amount of time before flipping her and finishing more traditionally. She says she is still sore and still having some bleeding and defecating discomfort. I think she must have a minor tissue tear and bruising. FYI, this was my first time ever doing the @nal and I thought it was fantastic.

This was permissive use, brother!

HAHA! I kinda knew someone would say that~

LOVE the @sses, deplore the attitudes. Actually, love the whole thick/semi-rollypolly bodies, hate the entire black female culture. Shame they can't all be sex slaves.

That is all.

You know what, I'm with you but I just don't have any faith in them. We elect them to do a certain job, but that's not why they run for office. Know what I mean?

I've been building out the parameters of a consulting business the past several months. Right now I have all my legal forms ready to go (contract, service level agreement, confidentiality agreement). God bless the internet and its wonderful sites offering free sample templates of legal forms! However, I need to ensure that my customers keep the advice they received from me to themselves. Or at least I need to *try* to ensure they keep it to themselves. So, something that is somewhat different from a Mutual Non-disclosure Agreement. The advice I'll be giving my clients is going to help them make more money at what they are already doing but will not be intended to increase their presence in the market or give them any competitive advantage over other similar businesses. Given that, I am vulnerable to having my valuable advice shared amongst friends. Of course a piece of paper doesn't keep them from gabbing, but its all I can really do to try to protect myself. Any of our resident legal types have a suggestion?

After 11 years here, I'd come to expect that any question posed in the forearm would receive a thoughtful, accurate and expert response. #letdownmotherfckers