Figments of my imagination may pop in and say hello- they are mostly friendly
Orion was a feral cat that was literally born in my back yard, and promptly brought inside (against my wishes) and more-or-less socialized by myself and two other roomies and with the five other cats in the house.
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Orion was a feral cat that was literally born in my back yard, and promptly brought inside (against my wishes) and more-or-less socialized by myself and two other roomies and with the five other cats in the house.
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Sure, my hair is going gray, I've got laugh lines like you'd never believe, and my face has the 45+ years of acne scarring that'll probably never really go away. The smile between the two makes up for it in spades.
Sure, my hair is going gray, I've got laugh lines like you'd never believe, and my face has the 45+ years of acne scarring that'll probably never really go away. The smile between the two makes up for it in spades.
Besides, chicks dig swords; at least this one does. :D
Besides, chicks dig swords; at least this one does. :D
Guess that makes me a transbian butch, except I like presenting as femme; as evidenced:
Guess that makes me a transbian butch, except I like presenting as femme; as evidenced:
My sense of humor is, at times, strange.
My sense of humor is, at times, strange.
Moo. Are you happy now?
Moo. Are you happy now?