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I'm getting my first tattoo a week on tuesday (30th march) and can't wait, just got a couple of queries…
1. I'm getting the top of my foot up to just below my knee with asian style waves, with cherry blossoms and a palm tree etc…i've booked in 5 hours for my first session…how long extra do you think it'll take? as im quite poor and that alone is ￡300
2. In that kinda time would you take a break or two? being a smoker….
3. I have pale skin so will colours show up well? because I want it quite vivid, and how long will they stay that way for, because I always wear shorts and I know you're meant to keep it out of the sun…but it is england…
4. will a couple of hours recovery time be enough to drive after sitting, because people have said you get kinda dreamy haha
5. I'm 18…you guys think thats too young? I want to hear your views, but I have been fascinated by tattoos and wanted them since I was 8…so 10 years in the waiting….and i know i wont regret it!
cheers guys!

The purple sky twisted with gray as Gideon and I sat on the hill side. Both our feet lye stretched out, the sun kissing the mud on them dry, as he sat telling stories he had heard as a young lad.

“Nothin’ but red rivers and gray earth.” He said, “Nothin’ growin’, no food, or fresh water or a safe place fer ye to hide. The king had sent knights, sparklin’ in shinin’ armor, on high headed horses, to make sure each commoner stayed put.” He paused, pulling up a piece of green grass to fiddle with before going on. “But the weird part is, those there knights, disappeared the next day, only to be replaced by strange men that were pale as the dead, who had ink stained into their skulls, and could run faster than any horse. These men, ye see, could sniff out them Unmarkables, hiding in basements miles away I reckon. And so they did, hunting out each and every one of ‘em. People called ‘em Silents, ‘cause when they’d run in the night, not one ear, even of the keenest, could hear them a comin’.”

I stared down at the holy crest on my fore arm, something the holy men engrave on each babe as they were born, to keep you safe from evil. Gideon saw my weary gaze and gave a whole hearted smile.

“Don’t fret Cleva, it was just a folk tale the boys back home used to nestle into my mind.” He said warmly, looking up into the fading sky.

I smiled lightly, thinking about where Gideon had lived before coming to the valley, leaving my thoughts away from the Silents. He had told me once, in the dead of night in front of a crackling fire, that he was an Unmarkable, and could do things that seemed impossible. He never did tell me what, but he did say that he had run away from people just like him, he was in a rebel group against the king.

After a long silent pause, Gideon turned towards me, with a soft smile between his speckled cheeks.

“Ye realize of course Cleva… that we both will be leavin’ for work soon.” He said, no louder than a whisper on the wind.

I did not reply.

“Don’t worry a single thing though. Things… well, things will get bad in the next comin’ months, but trust me when I say leavin’ the valley will be for the best.” He paused, and then added. “For the both of us.”

I woke up with a jolt from my thin pillow, quickly wishing I hadn’t. The only way I could see Gideon anymore was in dreams that were dreamt on long nights when I couldn’t rest. He would lurk in and out of my dreams, whispering things that we had once whispered.

Salut from Montreal. My friend Giselle and myself were touched by my parents friend. Last Friday my parents were having a small party most of the people there were grown-ups that worked at the Université with my dad. Anyway half way throw the party my dad told me that one of the new teachers would be staying with us for the night, so he wanted me and Giselle to go introduce ourselves. At first we thought that he was going to be this really old guy, but we were quite shocked that he was young about 27 or 28, really good-looking, had long blonde hair wore it a ponytail. Anyway he seemed nice enough, really friendly. Basically making small conversation. Anyway it had gotten late ( around midnight ) and the party had started to die down, so me and my friend had went to bed. At around 1am I heard a knock on my door. At first I though it was probably Giselle, but it was my dad's friend. He had asked if he could come in, So I let him in and he started talking to me. Asking me about school, my friends, about Montreal in general. Then he started telling me about how much my dad talks about me to him. Telling me how I'm his "little girl", the "princess" of the family etc.. Then I started noticing that his hand was on my knee. I started to get really uncomfortable so I told him and asked him if he would mind leaving. He got up and went the door and closed it and locked it. I got really scared and asked him what he was doing and he started coming towards me and he pushed me on my bed and started to touch/rub and kiss me everywere. I kept crying and trying to push him off but he kept shushing me and telling me how much I would "enjoy it" and how he could see that I wanted "it". The whole thing lasted for about 15 minutes and after that he had got up and helped me put on my shirt and told me that it was going to be our "little secret". I started to cry and just wanted to pretend it was all a bad dream and that it never happend. A few hours later at around 3am I heard more knocking on my door. I though it might be him so I was scared to open my door until I heard Giselle's voice. She was shaking and crying and wouldn't tell me what was wrong. After a few minutes she told me that my dad's friend had come in and got on top of her and started touching her like he done me. Since then I keep wanting to tell my parents but I keep getting scared. Sometimes I think it's my fault and my parents aren't going to believe me. Giselle she goes on like nothing happened and everything's fine. But it's not. Saying she just wants to forget about it. Were both getting ready to turn 17

Well in august..last year.My mom got mad at me for a dumb reason and kicked me out. The reason was seriously dumb. I get percap and so I got $5000.And I started a bank account and put it in there. Then my mom wanted me to buy her a $1500 car.And I said sure and I went to the bank and they said I couldnt take our more then $1000.So I told her that and that I'll just get it for her the next day.Then she said horrible mean stuff to me and said I didnt want to but obviously i tried and was just going to get it the next day.But when I went home she said horrible stuff again and said I didnt own anything and I had to leave.So I cried and was soo confused and lockd my door.Then grabbed some of my things and went out the window and now Im staying with my aunt.But her sister and brothers said she is really evil and I definitely know that. And they said shes crazy and shes basically acting like her mom and their mom was very abusive. And yes, my mom was physically abusive when me and my brother were younger.But we did stand up to her and said we would call the police when we was old enough to know it was wrong.But now she and my brother dont come to family get togethers and my brother emailed me one day. And said I can not talk to him.And that hurts soo much.Can i do anything about this or what is the best solution?? plz someone help

i know him for the past 4 yrs..tho' we met only 4 times throughout these years..thrice in the past 1 month..
now i went to see him off at the railway station..it was a surprise visit.
his mom & younger sis were there..he got up from his seat and asked me to sit in his place..i gave him flowers & chocolates..he said..where will i keep this..& asked his mom to take it home..he introduced me to them..it seemed they did not know i even existed..because his mom asked me is i was in his college & when i said NO,she asked where I work(I do not work in his office)..so i guess basically she wanted to know who I was,,I never tried to explain how i know him(we actually met on the net)..more so because..I and he are not a couple..i was probably feeling a bit awkward..i dont know why..

then after the train left,her momasked me 5 times in 5 minutes to go to their home.& asked where I live & all..I made excuses for not going to their home for the day & said i will visit some other day..she said..now ur frnd is gone u wont come i know(with a sad tone)..then she told me where to get a bus to reach my home early for the day..
so that was it..

question 1)should I have expected that his mother at least would have known that I exist in his life,as a friend(he does not stay with his family,lives at his place of work,in another city)
question 2)why was his mother so curious about me???was she trying to see if i can be her potential daughter-in-law?

Hey everyone!

Mouth, my boyfriend, posted a question pertaining to the habits of transmen a few weeks back and well… there was a lack of answering so I figured give it one more shot so our film doesn't end up too undereducated.

He wrote a book last year (it's called Rice Tea, it lives for free download @ RiceTeaDOTca), and is adapting it for independent filming for the summer. He's decided that due to a lack of role models for young transfolks, he'd turn the main male role into a transman (who was cis in the book, or not specifically mentioned as trans… we have yet to decide on that ).

Now, I can tell him about my life as a transman until his ears fall off, but that will only make Seth (the character) a copy of me. That's not what we want. We're trying to take as much detail from as many guys as possible to make Seth genuine and not just a carbon copy of one of us.

So, questions. Feel free to answer, some, all, whatever. My messaging is also available if you don't want to post answers here. Any input we are grateful for, and anonymity is guaranteed if you want it.

- If you had to make some sort of emergency trip and didn't know when you were coming back to your house, what would you be most concerned about bringing along with you pertaining to being trans?

- If you are staying overnight somewhere and the people in the house don't know you are trans, are there any precautions you take to ensure you are not accidentally outted?

- (this is specific to the female loving transmen) Have you been rejected by a female due to your trans status? Did she out and say it was because you are trans or did she make up reasons? Was she nice or nasty about it? What did your pals say in response to her stupid choice? (Mouth worded this one, as he believes anyone who wouldn't date a transman is seriously missing out… oh the love!)

- Binding: What do you use? Do you bind 24-7? When do you take it off/ put it on? What aches and pains do you get? Where? How do you resolve them?

A million and one thank yous for every piece character in your responses! I know someone will say "you should go look this up!", and trust me… I have. Many times, but just spitting out the same old same old is not what we're interested in doing.

Hope everyone is having an awesome day!

I've never in my life thought that I would have the privilege of owning not 1 but three cats. The mother cat came in early November of 2009. My guest the mother was interviewing us to see where she would reside in a loving and God-fearing environment. The mother cat continued to come more often and then out from nowhere she had to kittens that followed behind. The kittens where really cute for stray cats. The neighbors asked at first, if in deed we were the owners of the cats we said, no. As time went on they continue to receive food from people in the neighborhood who were pleased to feed them and hold a positive rapport towards them. Even though they received so much humble responses from the neighbors they still wanted to come to our home. The mother cat start coming for 2 weeks followed by the kittens who came in the 3 week of November. The family enjoyed the cats so, that they became a new addition to our household. Two months went passed and the mother cat gave birth to 7 kittens. Quite naturally, both the oldest cats were jealous. The oldest cat which is the son was shockingly jealous of the new arrivals and would come over and try to smoother the baby kittens. The youngest baby girl just kept her distance and stayed away. We were so afraid for the baby kittens that we sent the both of the main two kittens out 2 to 3 days. We last saw the oldest kitten on Wednesday night expecting to see him and the youngest girl kitten Thursday morning. When I open the back door open the yard, I yelled out for the 2 mature kittens to come in, but only saw 1 which was the youngest girl kitten. This is really not like the oldest male kitten to run away, he was always protective of the youngest girl kitten and they played numerous times around the house and were really tight. The oldest male kitten would never leave the youngest girl kitten alone. I would really like to know what happen to him and will he come back to us. We miss him very dearly and the cats are moaning and upset night and day. Is the male kitten still in the neighborhood?

when i was younger i used to visit my grandmother alot,i would sometimes stay for a fornight during school holidays,when i was 11 i vividly remember footsteps walking up the stairs the door opening and something entering my room this thing just stood in the room then would go out again i never had the courage to look and would fall asleep when it left ,my grandmother was asleep she wisley locked her door ,this happened quite alot,my grandmother said she heard it to and not to worry ,she said i was gifted like her and would experience more ,we did ,i could smell tobacco (nobody else did) etc ,as i grew older i used to have dreams that would come true occasionally ,i seemed to lose this gift when i got busy with work bills life etc …over the last 4 or 5 years it seems to be slowly coming back ,i used this site before asking if anyone had any knowlege of the place i now live in as i was having alot of experiences here but nobody did ,just in brief after my last baby i was hugged by a child that i could not see i was frightened by this as i only smell or see things before,after this i saw dark shadows moving about and i felt there was a child and a man in my house ,i would add its a new house built on old land ,one of my children went into the kitchen last week following a man saying as children do" where did he go??" i never told the kids about this as it was only the last few weeks that i felt this presence in the house ,there were alot of other little things that i wouldnt have time to write down,i live in dublin in ireland and what i would love to know is ,could i develop this ability ?,is it a real ability althogh it seems to go when i am busy or stressed and comes back now and again… or if you have any similar stories to tell…thanks for any replies ,i am really not crazy (not that i am aware of anyway)oh and one strange thing i see on and off for years is a purle blue light on the ceiling usually when i feel happy ,i know thats a weird one !!! what is that??

I rolled over and fell off my bed. My eyes shot open and I landed on my back with an “oof.” There was a grunt from somewhere and I sat up. I was sitting in an unfamiliar room. Slowly, I stood and took in my setting.
There was a fridge right next to a door. Three other people, a girl and two boys, were sleeping soundly on cots, one in each corner of the room. There was another door marked with a huge sign. Bathroom.
“Where am I?” I whispered to myself. One of the boys turned on his cot and opened his eyes. His sleepy eyes looked up at me and he smiled. Suddenly, he shot up, his eyes wide and frantic.
The boy’s hair was down to his shoulders and platinum blond. My eyes stayed locked on his beautiful gray eyes. My heart threatened to explode, I clutched my chest, trying to get the pain to go away.
“Where am I?” the boy repeated my question. I shook my head, not knowing what to answer. I crossed the room and offered a hand to help him up. The boy took my hand and sat up.
“I’m Isabelle Parker,” I smiled at him.
He shook my hand. “I’m Mason Williams.” Our eyes stayed locked together. A sound came from the other side of the room. My hand was still intertwined with Mason’s. I took my hand back and looked over at a young girl. Her hair was very curly and auburn. It reached her shoulders, like Mason’s.
I backed away, to my cot and sat down, still scared. The small girl opened her eyes and looked around.
“Where am I?” Another question that I couldn’t answer. I pulled my knees up to my chest and waited for the other boy to wake up. His eyes shot open and he sat up, looking confused.
He looked around the room like I did and made his way to the bathroom. This boy seemed more comfortable with where we were than I was.
“Where the hell are we?” the muscular boy came out of the bathroom and leaned against the wall.
This boy looked like a football player. His light brown hair was cropped and his eyes were ocean blue and very wide, like a child’s. He crossed his bulging arms over his chest and sighed.
I ran my fingers through my black hair and looked down at the floor. A hand rested on my shoulder and I looked up to see Mason standing there, a small smile playing on his lips. He sat next to me and placed a hand over mine. I stopped breathing and looked over at him.
“It’ll be okay,” he took over running fingers through my hair. What was he doing this for? No one ever did this before.
“I’ll get breakfast ready,” the girl jumped off her cot and scurried over to the fridge. “By the way, I’m Ginny Stone,” she smiled at the muscular boy.
“I’m Derek Walker,” he smiled back at her. Both of their faces turned bright red and they turned their heads.
“I’m Mason Williams,” Mason stopped running his fingers through my hair.
“I’m Isabelle Parker,” I whispered.

I rolled over and fell off my bed. My eyes shot open and I landed on my back with an “oof.” There was a grunt from somewhere and I sat up. I was sitting in an unfamiliar room. Slowly, I stood and took in my setting.
There was a fridge right next to a door. Three other people, a girl and two boys, were sleeping soundly on cots, one in each corner of the room. There was another door marked with a huge sign. Bathroom.
“Where am I?” I whispered to myself. One of the boys turned on his cot and opened his eyes. His sleepy eyes looked up at me and he smiled. Suddenly, he shot up, his eyes wide and frantic.
The boy’s hair was down to his shoulders and platinum blond. My eyes stayed locked on his beautiful gray eyes. My heart threatened to explode, I clutched my chest, trying to get the pain to go away.
“Where am I?” the boy repeated my question. I shook my head, not knowing what to answer. I crossed the room and offered a hand to help him up. The boy took my hand and sat up.
“I’m Isabelle Parker,” I smiled at him.
He shook my hand. “I’m Mason Williams.” Our eyes stayed locked together. A sound came from the other side of the room. My hand was still intertwined with Mason’s. I took my hand back and looked over at a young girl. Her hair was very curly and auburn. It reached her shoulders, like Mason’s.
I backed away, to my cot and sat down, still scared. The small girl opened her eyes and looked around.
“Where am I?” Another question that I couldn’t answer. I pulled my knees up to my chest and waited for the other boy to wake up. His eyes shot open and he sat up, looking confused.
He looked around the room like I did and made his way to the bathroom. This boy seemed more comfortable with where we were than I was.
“Where the hell are we?” the muscular boy came out of the bathroom and leaned against the wall.
This boy looked like a football player. His light brown hair was cropped and his eyes were ocean blue and very wide, like a child’s. He crossed his bulging arms over his chest and sighed.
I ran my fingers through my black hair and looked down at the floor. A hand rested on my shoulder and I looked up to see Mason standing there, a small smile playing on his lips. He sat next to me and placed a hand over mine. I stopped breathing and looked over at him.
“It’ll be okay,” he took over running fingers through my hair. What was he doing this for? No one ever did this before.
“I’ll get breakfast ready,” the girl jumped off her cot and scurried over to the fridge. “By the way, I’m Ginny Stone,” she smiled at the muscular boy.
“I’m Derek Walker,” he smiled back at her. Both of their faces turned bright red and they turned their heads.
“I’m Mason Williams,” Mason stopped running his fingers through my hair.
“I’m Isabelle Parker,” I whispered.