I worked in Birmingham for a few months on a contract. It's a pretty town, the weather is good, and some good gay bars. And the money was good. I had just bought a used Saab, and had Alabama plates on my car (along with a "Friends Don't Let Friends Vote Republican" bumper sticker and a rainbow flag) and never encountered any problems. Yeah, people were bizarrely backwards (and made racist comments without thinking about to), but overall, other than having to speak sometimes in code (which was common everywhere at the time), they generally had the good manners not to be assholes to your face.
My high school had originally been founded in the early 20th century to teach the children of immigrants... and assure they could get a white collar job. So, regardless of any other career plans, we had to take typing and bookkeeping. I suspect my typing teacher was a Marine Corps drill sergeant before she joined the convent, but those threats to "rip off your arm and beat you with the bloody stump" if you so much as dared glance at the keyboard have stood me in good stead. Until I moved to Latin America and had to learn where the ñ was.
What makes you think he's a top? Total bottom would be my guess, based on... uh... exhaustive sampling of muscle fetishists.
Perhaps we can send smallpox infested blankets to the rich, and weed them out before they spawn. WIth votes, of course.
Closer to 300 years of medical science. BTW, there's a monument in Mexico City to Carlos IV of Spain, for launching the first mass scale vaccination campaign in 1804...sending out a fleet to inoculate the colonies against smallpox.
Never heard of a Beer-can boy?
He needs to be fucking Bud?
I have a recipe for Sephardic "ham" ... it's actually salt-cured pressed duck, so it's kosher.
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