When I read this article a couple days ago and checked are all the early comments there were a lot of wonderful, sincere posts offering dating advice and/or celibacy support from all sides and perspectives. It was an interesting exchange.

I come back late yesterday and it had turned into a high school cafeteria fight of single, feminist opera lovers (not that there's anything wrong with that) with AKA Smith, the great man-hater, riding shotgun vs. walter the instigator. As I am thoroughly unqualified to discuss opera - though Green and LL seem to have each found a kindred spirit, which is nice - and the conversation has devolved into a festival of spite and personal validation, I will only add one more comment to this thread.

I am certain that the author, Kit Naylor, has been following this thread and the comments therein. As the comments devolved into a food fight, my sincere hope is that Ms. Naylor, out of sheer boredom, finally dug into her closet, dusted off her big, Orange, veiny dildo and is now on her fifth mind-blowing orgasm.

Armed with her newfound passion to satisfy her lost carnal desire will cause Kit to actually leave the comforts of her home and seek out a well-hung middle-aged man who loves her for who she is and her cats equally.

And when she's done doing the all-day Dolphin swim with him, she will come back to this thread and thank you all for realizing that, relatively speaking, her life was not that bad and for helping her to get over her fear of rejection, rediscover her sexuality and re-engage the big, beautiful world of intimacy and connection.

Ps. Klymus, thanks for the laughs! And Greeneyedkzin, you sound like the perfect woman to share a bottle of red wine and a great conversation.

Best to all...

First the unemployment numbers... now this! Perhaps the crazy Christian-righters are right: The apocalypse is near.

In truth, I'm with Bill Maher on this important national matter. Nicely trimmed is great, but only Tarzan likes to fight his way through the jungle in order to find an oasis where he can relax and eat with Jane.

When read this article and checked are all the posts yesterday there were a lot of great posts offering dating advice and/or celibacy support from all sides and perspectives. It was a interesting exchange.

I come back today and it's turned into a high school cafeteria fight of single, feminist opera lovers (not that there's anything wrong with that) with AKA Smith riding shotgun vs. walter the instigator. As I am thoroughly unqualified to discuss opera - though Green and LL seem to have each found a kindred spirit, which is nice - and the conversation has devolved into a festival of spite and personal validation, I will only add one or comment in this thread.

I am certain that the author, Kit Naylor, has been following this thread and the comments therein. As the comments devolved into a food fight, my sincere hope is that Ms. Naylor, out of sheer boredom, finally dug into her closet, dusted off her big, Orange, veiny dildo and is now on her fifth mind-blowing orgasm.

Armed with her newfound passion to satisfy her lost carnal desire will cause Kit to actually leave the comforts of her home and seek out a well-hung middle-aged man who loves her for who she is and her cats equally.

And when she's done doing the all-day Dolphin swim with him, she will come back to this thread and thank you all for realizing that, relatively speaking, her life was not that bad and for helping her to get over her fear of rejection, rediscover her sexuality and re-engage the big, beautful world of intimacy and connection.