I miss my Selectivision.

I think you misunderstand the sentiment of white trash. Nowhere did they say there only whites in fighting sports.

I grew up in rural US, squirrels everywhere. Still fascinated by them! Moved to the southwest, was sad there weren’t trees and squirrels out here. Then saw my first (closely followed by like a dozen more out in the area) ground squirrel! Some touristy areas they will line up all cute doing tricks for scraps of food. They’ve learned our oohs and aahs generate treats.

There was someone who asked how to prevent pooping for 3 days and wouldn’t really say why. It was very important not to, even though facilities would be available. I do not recall all the details … Don’t know if it reached that, but there was a definite buzz about the communities for a while after and I still see a reference here n there.

It pains me to say that, most Facebook marketplaces are hoppin. Just like CL, you gotta weed out beggars and possible scammers. I’ve known people throughout the states, at least midewest to west, to have luck with:

Find a busy or busy adjacent intersection, or wide roadside that you’ve seen cars park on safely. Near highway ramps is popular. Make sure it’s safe-ish, good lighting if in a busy area, not on a curve in dark rural areas. We have a wide dirt berm that attracted so many cars parked for sale that a tamale lady and honey guy set up. Out in the sticks, somewhere on the way “into/out of town” gets quite a few passerby and you might get a grocery or corner store to let you park it there.

Then: Brief info in paint maker on the windows (RUNNING NEEDS WORK- CALL SNOT 5558675309) big on one side and windshield then, on a back window or pass side a little more detail such as miles, head gasket is on its way out but there, etc. More serious lookers will prob be stopping to peek in windows and see if there is info like that.

Im here, on the other side ladies.

I am a woman well into my 40s. I used to insist people call me by a man’s name as a small child and growing up for a bit. I was raised in a very churchy midwest town, only child. The Thought of transitioning, then, in that area, was well kept out by church and lack of internet for us younguns. I barely knew what gay was, mostly from all the folk who called me butch and tomboy, got me curious to find out. Learned about cross-dressing but didn’t realize there could be more than my jeans n tees already. Cried so hard the day I woke up with boobs as a teen, late bloomer and thought I’d be spared. And yeah, if I could have been a dude, I’d be a hella gay one. Was very confusing growing up with all nuclear family ideals and not fitting any of them, including their idea of the variety of the gender and sexuality spectrum that “wasn’t allowed”.

I also wonder if we had the internet media tech, medical knowledge and availability earlier, or was born later, who I might be.