Truth or dare, liberty3701? 
I thought you’d never ask
Truth!
Ok, if you’re straight, have you ever fancied a person of the same sex, or if you’re gay, opposite sex?
Hrm, well, I’m bi, so … yes?
Ah. Didn’t consider that possibility
Ok, then, instead, tell us about the time you first realised you were bi.
Oog. Okay, that was really hard. I make no promises that this will be any good. In fact, I think I can safely promise that it’s really bad. But here it is, my ode to cliches, to the tune of Let it Be.
When I find myself in time of trouble
Trite old sayings come to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness,
’Twixt the Devil and the deep blue sea,
Only the truth will set you free.
Set you free, set you free
Set you free, set you free
Only the truth will set you free.
Clichés, their words bring me such comfort
When I’m really up a tree
I don’t worry, I just act happy.
If money is the root of evil,
Then I’m good as gold, you see.
It could be worse, so I’ll just let it be.
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
This song’s not what it’s cracked up to be.
Oo, that’s hard. I think the word “genuine” is the deciding factor. That just makes it all too tempting to pick my straight, married, Born-Again Christian female cousin. That will be my revenge on her for her boring wedding reception, which featured dinner and a slide-show (no dancing!) and a single glass of champagne for the toast (no booze!).
Oops, keep forgetting the sig line!
Oh, and a Truth or Dare out to anyone who wants to accept it.
Truth me.
Gah! I can’t keep track of anything going on in this thread, so I’ll do that last thing I could keep track of. I apologize if I’m leaving anyone hanging here.
Anaamika, post a picture of yourself dressed as a chicken.
Describe for us one dream you’ve had that you wish you could live out in real life.
I’ll take a Truth or two.
From anyone. 
In my experience, a lot of people have a “secret” erogenous zone: a little sweet spot that totally turns them on. I could drive one ex-boyfriend wild by rubbing the back of his neck; for another, it was his earlobes. Do you have a sweet spot, and if so, where?
Cheerio! I have returned, and am writing my posts in full English colour! Hope all you chaps are pleased with my effort, for I’d honestly rather listen to it than perform.
My fine lady, I’d be glad and honoured to accept a truth from one such as you.
T or D, Bricker?
T or D, The Weird One?
T or D, liberty?
T or D, Revenant?
Cheers!
Dressed as a chicken? Pull the other one, it’s got bells on.
The back of my neck. I had one lady-friend who insisted on touching (nay, caressing!) the back of my neck, in public, at the most inopportune times. Deliberately. Ahh, good times.
And you, my dear, Truth or Dare?
Anaamika, Truth or Dare?
Bricker, Truth or Dare?
Damn, I wish I didn’t have to remember to hit the “Show your signature” button every time. Or I wish I didn’t keep forgetting.
Dare me.
Oh, my.
I’ve had plenty of dreams that I wished at the time I could live out in real life. But since my real life now is much different than then, they don’t really fit. (Although the one where I’m the only one that can keep Helen Hunt from going to jail is tempting, even today).
But…
I’d say that any flying dream I’ve had is one I’d love to be able to live out today. I’ve read that different people fly in dreams in different ways. My flying dreams are almost always a series of swoops, where I have to make a conscious (well, dream-conscious) effort to soar, and I plummet if I don’t; I fly in a series of long up and down swoops.
It would sure be great to do that the next time the Beltway is backed up.
Truth me.
Dare me.
T or D, Strinka?
T or D, The Weird One?
T or D, liberty?
T or D, Revenant?