tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838364038531574378.post5550907433406559983..comments2023-04-25T10:02:35.452-05:00Comments on Who's the Minion here?: Not that kind of girlBeylithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12979414293606640220noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838364038531574378.post-47099376195926850922012-08-15T17:57:46.973-05:002012-08-15T17:57:46.973-05:00Goodness, if you lost your girl card, then I'v...Goodness, if you lost your girl card, then I've been retroactively unfemale'd, heh. I don't own a single piece of make-up or lotion or whatever that stuff people put on their skin. (I have a huge "goo" avoidance.) I chopped off all my hair because it was getting in the way and now if it's longer than two inches in any direction I feel like I need a cut again! And sigh, I hate purses too. But I have to carry a lot of medical stuff with me and purses are a necessary evil. <br /><br />My sink is cluttered with crap...dental crap. I have every variation of teeth cleaners I can get, since I've been hereditary ~blessed~ with the worst teeth genetics can donate. <br /><br />So I know the feeling. People (read: women) give me such weird looks like I'm from another planet. And then they find out I'm queer and associate it all with my sexuality. Uh no. Most of the lesbians I personally know are the biggest femmes you've ever met (and they rock it). <br /><br />I feel it's okay though. I'm not a girl. I'm a woman, damnit.Hildred Billingsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838364038531574378.post-22970713981704695402012-08-15T10:56:33.085-05:002012-08-15T10:56:33.085-05:00In this respect, I swear for the life of me, I don...In this respect, I swear for the life of me, I don't know how you are my daughter. But, I do respect you for your choices. I on the other hand, am quite happy primping, and playing with all kinds of stuff. I do get my nails done, both hands and feet, but both out of necessity rather than pleasure, in fact, I hate spending my time getting it done. But, since my nails split across the middle of the nail bed, and I can't bend my legs enough to reach my toes to cut the nails, I get them done. I assure you that even though I love all the make-up and primping, I'm also very comfortable baiting not only my fish hook, but my husband's as well. And if we are out dove hunting, don't you dare throw a dead bird at me expecting me to squirm and scream because I will pick up your bird, pull its head off and then toss it in my bag. You are your mother's daughter in so many ways, but when it comes to this particular subject, I'm not sure what happened along the way :)Amsnggracenoreply@blogger.com