I’ll open the bidding with a comment I made in Annie X-mas’s thunderstorm thread; I had a girlfriend in high school who was extremely aroused by thunderstorms. Snowstorms, oddly enough, left her very depressed.
Anybody else? Bueller?
As in the aforementioned thread, thunderstorms have made me horny since high school.
What makes me sad is Skald defining my response to snowstorms as “very depressed” when to me (at the time) it was “reflective.”
What’s so contrariwise about being sad and horny? They are entirely compatible reactions. (Next time you’re horny and have no one to play with, you can make the assessment yourself!)
Autumn makes me horny and snow makes me elated and rain makes me miserable and cranky.
You were reflective during thunderless rainstorms, and would be all Is it possible to resolve the notion of a beneficient sovereign deity with all the suffering in the world.
You were depressed when you were all Why, God, why oh why did you saddle me with this delusional nutjob who compensates for his tiny dick by starting fights with the basketball team.
In one circumstance you’d be sitting in your car chain-smoking cigarettes. In the other you’d be lying face down on the sofa and weeping. Subtle difference.
Well, this thread has taken a turn for the uncomfortably voyeuristic.
Speaking of weeping, there’s a fetish called dacryphilia, where people are aroused by seeing other people crying. I’d say that fits the bill in this thread.
You see Skald? This is why we broke up.
We resolved the sovereign deity question during an ear-splitting, thunderous, velvet sky night punched through with angry lightening. Our world: all ours - and absolutesly no suffering to be had. Indeed there was a God *that *night…
Not once did I ever suggest that you have a “tiny dick” - what I said was, “Why oh WHY does the basketball team start fights? They just look like nutjobs with tiny dicks!! Saddle me, oh mighty Skald - I feel a thunderstorm coming on…!”
Though you’re right about the sitting in the car chain-smoking cigarettes. (My Film noir moments. And the best place to not be caught smoking.) As for the lying face down on the sofa and weeping, I was just trying to find out if sympathy sex was all it was cracked up to be.
Oh Skald. What we had…
How about the regret associated with opening an increasingly voyeuristic thread.
We broke up because of that thing with you and the cheerleaders. Well–me and the cheerleaders. Well–it was SUPPOSED to be me and the cheerleaders, but you had to get all experimental and junk.
What is “sympathy”?
No regrets here Aft3d. I like to be watched. It’s only fair.
It wasn’t about me being all experimental; it was about you lying face down on the sofa weeping about usually being able to last much longer, while I was hard at it keeping the cheerleaders, well, cheery.
Sympathy, my dearest Skald is not what you want to ask Paul Laurence Dunbar about. You’ll be chain-smoking in the car.
And people wonder why I turned to villainy in my late youth.
Is this for real? It reads like a porn setup. And aren’t real threads like this against the rules?
Seriously, WTF?
If Skald is crying, I’ve got it.
We were just kidding, y’all. I thought the cheerleader thing was an obvious tip-off.
Seriously?!? W T F?!?
The internet is serious business!!!
Look, people, before I have had coffee on a Saturday, I cannot be held responsible for my actions.
Too right, C_I_B . And feeling mortally wounded by Skald’s last comment, I can only hope that you can add something to this thread in terms of any oddities you may harbour in the external vs internal response mechanism. Something interesting will definitely have me feel better.