To: anniegetyourgun
Violence is an all too common occurance within lesbian circles. It's one of the many dark secrets of the lifestyle.
Oh yeah, I lived in a home once with a lesbian - she and her girlfriend would fight, i'd often hear one of them crying behind closed doors.
Although I could never figure out who was the Alpha lesbian.
To: Idisarthur
Nothing "gay" about it.....
To: Idisarthur
The alpha lesbian is the one who straps it on!
55 posted on
01/19/2005 9:18:03 AM PST by
montomike
(Gay means happy and carefree...not an abomination against nature's check valve.)
To: Idisarthur
Although I could never figure out who was the Alpha lesbian.Probably the one that sounds like James Earl Jones...
63 posted on
01/19/2005 9:32:31 AM PST by
cspackler
(There are 10 kinds of people in this world, those who understand binary and those who don't.)
To: Idisarthur
When I was in high school back in the early 1960s, my mother and I lived in an old house that had been converted into apartments. Two female schoolteachers lived in the adjoining apartment. A very thin wall separated my bed and their bed. I received quite an education from the two schoolteachers. They were either fighting, making love, or both.
65 posted on
01/19/2005 9:34:25 AM PST by
ORECON
(Condi Rice/Ann Coulter 2008)
To: Idisarthur
Although I could never figure out who was the Alpha lesbian. It sounds as if they couldn't, either.
85 posted on
01/19/2005 11:33:08 AM PST by
Erasmus
("The best laid men gang oft a-gley." -- R. Burns (almost))
To: Idisarthur
Oh yeah, I lived in a home once with a lesbian - she and her girlfriend would fight, i'd often hear one of them crying behind closed doors. Although I could never figure out who was the Alpha lesbian. The fattest one, usually. If one is obese ad the other is somewhat attractive, the fat one will try to get the other to put on weight so as not to be desireable to another lesbian, or possibly even a man. Lesbians are generally very insecure.
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