Does any one know what it is like to be a lezbian?
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ohha yez is sooo sweet and da privat parts taste like prosecco.that is what my lesbian friend explained me.
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don't know. i thought she was a lez.
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I'm Jewish and I love being Jewish. It is a way of life - it defines your purpose in life. I don't know how non-Jewish people survive with the hardships from this day and age. I love it and I'm glad that i was born Jewish!!
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Not too hard...\n\nI answer emails, play with my children and receive checks daily.  Life is Good!
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Quite a lot. But nothing great.\n\nMy sister's boyfriend worked on tv as a camera man, so any time they needed to feel the space in a program, or some idiot to do silly questions, or basically they needed someone to do something, he used to call me. You see, at the moment I didn't have better things to do. \n\nAlso, my parents are very religious, so they managed to get me on a religious program to talk about some kind of rubbish.\n\nAnd another time I was on the news, in the background. See, that day I didn't go to school to assist a party where some local band was playing, and they showed it on the news, and my mum saw me there, all drunk and dancing, instead of being at school, so you can imagine the sort of trouble they got me into.
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I took a Cultural anthropology class once and we had an assignment that I tweaked a little to determine something similar to this. Our assignment was to observe a public place and record people, actions, discussions, everything. My twist was to go to a public place with niqab (I only wear hejab), while my partner recorded reactions. We chose Barnes & Noble.\nThe results were that younger people had more knowledge and were more accepting than their elders. Some were talking about the different types of covering, while some went about as if I was just another reader who looked like them. Though I got the same reaction from many adults middle aged and older, the majority gave stares, mean looks and whispered among themselves. Some couldn't wait to get as far away as possible, lol. Children loved it and smiled or gave a slight confused look but only briefly. Oh, and one day in the grocery store with hejab, one little boy told me I looked like Mary (too cute!!).\n\nGives you hope for our youth and our future.
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True story told to me by my Grandmother. Her Grandfather was snatched off the streets of Lublin Poland by a press gang from the Polish army and the family didn't see him again for years. It turned out that he was a pretty good soldier and he rose through the ranks quite quickly so they sent him to a school and made him an Officer. He was a calveryman. He was killed in a battle with the Russians before my Grandmother was born.\n\nOne night, he came to my Grandmother in a dream and was trying to tell her something but she couldn't understand what he was trying to say because he was speaking to her in Polish and she left Poland for America at a very young age. She said that he kept repeating himself and what he was saying seemed urgent but she couldn't understand him. She said he became angry and he pinched her on the arm.\n\nThe next day she discovered a fresh bruise on her arm right where he pinched her. It scared her so she called her brother to tell him about it. My Uncle told her that he had the same dream, and he found the same bruise on his arm, in the same place.
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I am afraid you will not find good data on this. In many countries you are forced to be islamic. If you don't convert you will be killed. Hear of Dar fur? This is not across the board but it is huge. Many people are disowned by their families if they leave. Here is a link to one guy I know left Isam.
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thatsh za mosht shtupidesht shong i ever heard
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no your quite normal!\n\n ROCK4JESUS!
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This subject didn't really come into my day to day life until I moved to Toronto, Canada.  There is such a mix of people living in a relatively tight area.  Whatever you are, there will be someone in toronto who is a member of your club.  I grew up in a place in Canada where everyone in my elementary school was the same religion, race, and had the same beginnings.  Now the exposure I have had to different languages, foods, festivals and clothing styles have made me a more accepting person.
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Hi Tumirahdea,\nI met the ZagrosShahfaran once, a few weekends ago. I was walking to the corner market for a loaf of bread when I had to pass by a neighborhood church. I was somewhat acquainted with the structure as it was always mentioned in the newspaper's community section. Known as "The loft," folks would gather there on Thursday evenings for poetry readings.\nHowever, this day happened to be a Saturday afternoon and a pair of gentlemen greeted me as I walked by. They invited me inside to sample an hour of their presentation. Ok, I went inside and found myself to be a prospective new recruit for their brand of religion.\n\nMost of the pews were filled with hooded monks chanting a haunting rhythm. There were others who like me, were wearing their regular denims. The service began like most others that church-goers would be familiar with. A grand master of ceremonies led the group through some songs and gave a sermon. Near the end of the hour it was time for their ritual of "laying on of the hands." Some of the parishioners would come forward and ask for prayers for their ailments or for a sick grand mum who fell down in the tub. All the hooded dudes whose faces could not readily be seen would all place a hand on the person and their combined energies were presumed to have a strength and expedite a solution to the problem.\n\nOK now, there was another new guy in the pews who was watching eagerly. I recognized ZagrosShahfaran from a wanted poster viewed earlier at the post office. When he saw a chance, he approached the ring of conspirators and described how he was always moving around and never able to settle down. The hooded goons closed in upon him, all to make a physical connection. The master of ceremonies began a prayer, a dogmatic mix of logic and pure hocus-pocus. I immediately saw the effects of the procedure as the tension went out of ZagrosShahfaran's body. When the beseeching was near an end, the master asked, "Are the brothers ready?"\n\nA suspenseful few moments passed until he almost shouted, "NOW!"\n\nOn that cue, the brothers began to pummel their hapless victim. Continually delivering blows over head and to the solar plexus until ZagrosShahfaran was down on the floor getting stomped. After another minute, the grand Pooh-Bah decided the treatment administered was sufficient to induce a relaxing calm that would assuage the nervousness of ZagrosShahfaran for a long, long time.\n\nI can't say for certain if ZagrosShahfaran got the comeuppance he deserved as I had a loaf of bread to buy and some other errands to do that day. I hope for you Tumirahdea, that you do find a sense of closure to this difficult episode of life.\n\n-Bryce
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Hey DISCONIGHTS!!!How are you feeling? One race is known as the "Zeta Reticuli" or simply the "Zetas". They are the ones people describe as little grays.They can be very playful and are actually very much like the character E.T. in personality and mannerisms. I've never met a nasty one!They just have a bad rap like most beings who are different.P.S. Please pray for my good friend Irina and her son. She had a terrible accident last Tuesday on her way to L.A. She's in a coma (head trauma). She needs all the prayers she get get. Thanks a lot!!! Take care.
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Hello i am Halil from Turkiye...\nI am a student at an anatolian high school and i am preparing for the university.My lessons are a bit hard.When i come home first i open my pc and check mails.Then my mother and my brother come home and we eat dinner.\nAfter that i study my lessons and listen to music.Sometimes i hang out with friends but that happens at the weekends.\nWell,i think i have an ordinary life.At night i play pool at yahoo,talk on msn,watch my favourite soap opera,talk to mom(Boring...blah),do school projects and play guitar in my room...\nSometimes have a long call with my best friend..And school...Wake up early..After that go to school...Come home...\n     --------------See you---------------
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My mother is a Jehovah's Witness. I studied with them until I was 14 years of age. Actually, I had it forced down my throat until I became so "rebellious" that I was finally permitted to make my own religious decisions. Growing up it was extremely difficult not being able to participate in any holiday activities, not having birthday presents, or cakes, or parties, or even birthday recognition. Having to leave class at school in 2nd and 3rd grade because they were having a party! Being dragged door to door (them knocking on my door may not count, but being forced to do it at the ages of 6-13 certainly does) watching other kids eating cereal and watching cartoons in their pajamas and I'm dressed for church knocking on the door with my weirdo religious fanatic mother. It is still difficult for me around this time of year. Trying to reconcile in my mind all the issues associated with my Santa deprived childhood. Whew, I needed to get that off my chest! If I had more space, I could tell ya' a million more.
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Gigs... it depends on your denomination and where you are at any given time.  I was in Karbala and the big unit there was the Mississippi National Guard.  They brought with them a Southern Baptist Chaplain and all of our services were Protestant and we had services and bible study a few times per week.  I went to another camp an it was run by the Polish, so their Chaplain was Catholic... that meant lots of Mass and not nearly as much for the Protestant.  Usually if there is not a Chaplain of your particular faith, there will be lay lead services and for some things... like High Holy Days for Jewish personell, they will be taken where a Rabbi is stationed.
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I felt very possed it was like i was in a trance i was in the book store and i found the satanic bible and i picked it up and i could not put it down for some reason untill i said in the name of jesus it released me. When i walked out some goth chicks started to smile at me and winked at me. I left the book store and never returned for that day. I then began to read it on line and got more involved and began to read the writing of antone lavey first experience it was like reading \nHP'S LOVE CRAFT LOL. FROM THE MOVIE WHERE THE GUY TELLS YOU THIS STORY OF HOW HE FOUND THE NECROMICON.