I’ve read enough!
I really don’t mind what people do in the privacy of their own home, contained in their own room, remain quiet while doing it, and don’t inform me afterward.
It’s a bit like closing the toilet door. One should consider the possible crowd gathering act as a deterrent, not a side show.
Even the thought of two individuals, or possibly more, grunting and groaning in a lather of sweat and baby oil on black silk sheets in the next room or even in the same neighbourhood or country puts me off my dinner. Add the wrinkles and arthritis of a group of geriatrics and I’m booking a flight to Mars.
I have a policy for exposing flesh outdoors. Don’t. Rolls of it more so. I know some people are into that sort of thing but I’m sure DSM 5 has a syndrome for it.
And doing anything to spite another is suspiciously like revenge or idiocy or both.
My mother had a rule. Before leaving the house, look in the mirror. She had placed a full length one on the back of the front door. Ask yourself: Would my mother approve? Knowing much mother you’d go back and change just to be sure
Good Morning Thursday Maundy Thursday 28th March 2024