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(Popularity Rate: 65 ) Can I now buy a sex doll in India, as Article 377, which doesn't allow acts against the order of nature, got scrapped?

consenting individuals choose to do sexually should not have anything to do with the state. You can see from the following pictures that India hasn't presented its stand on homosexuality in the United Nations.

Note that India hasn't cleared it's stand.


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: Countries where homosexuality is illegal. (Udt: 16/10/2014). Homosexuality is illegal in India.
But continues to uphold article 377 of the Indian Penal Code
dating back to 1860, introduced during the British rule of India
, which criminalises sexual activities "against the order of nature", arguably including homosexual
acts.
The words in bold are some keywords one needs to take care of before raising an argument for or against this. What are the exact words?
377. Unnatural offences: Whoever voluntarily has carnal intercourse against the order of nature with any man, woman or animal, shall be punished with imprisonment for life, or with imprisonment of either description for term which may extend to ten years, and shall also be liable to fine.
Explanation: Penetration is sufficient to constitute the carnal intercourse necessary to the offense described in this section.

We can agree that this is a outdated and archaic law framed long before our times. The words "against the order of nature" are again broad and unspecific and we also need to consider the fact that it's arguable whether homosexuality comes under this.
The law has been criticized by many notable literary figures, most prominently Vikram Seth. Ministers, most prominently Anbumani Ramadoss
and Oscar Fernandes
and in 2008 a Bombay high court judge called for the scrapping of the law.
Conviction has been rare under this law and Human Rights Watch
argues that the law has been used to harass HIV/AIDS
prevention efforts, as well as sex workers
, homosexuals
, and other groups at risk of the disease. The People's Union for Civil Liberties
has published two reports of the rights violations faced by sexual minorities and, in particular, trans sexuals
in India.
Since this is clearly an outdated law that has seen conviction in rare cases, it needs to go away. It has arguably been misused to harass transsexuals. Removing it will ensure that they will not be harassed by the Police and can come out in the open without the fear of state action.
What good or bad effects will it have?

I think you can understand the good effects now. It will offer such people an opportunity to live a fearless life. Among other things protests on this issue will come to a halt and you will not see such things -

That is one bold way to protest against Section 377.
On a more serious note though really this will help propel the fight against the mentality that same sex marriages are "bad", though getting to that is still a long shot but yeah this will be a start! Let them live in peace.
We are denying them their identity and also in a way snatching away what our constitution guarantees them - equality.
As for bad effects, I can't see any other except the fact that you might start seeing some orthodox

(Popularity Rate: 30 ) What are some items you need for proper maintenance for a TPE love doll?

nd choke on them), but outside of that, there's a consideration about what kind of items you want to furnish the house with. My overall opinion is that kids (both girls and boys) love to play with miniature versions of real-life things. Our preschool called this "little life." It's great for development as kids try out ideas and situations, this is how they process information and things that happen to them and around them. So, in essence, maybe the question shouldn't necessarily be "what's a good age" but rather what types of doll houses (and furnishings and characters) are good at a given age.
Generally, I think kids are fine playing with pretty rough estimates of real-world items for a long time. Sure, the super realistic stuff is eye-catching, but for the most part it's not necessary for kids to have that realism to play. Heck, you could make your own characters with pipe cleaners and styrofoam and such. Actually, constructing these items would be an additional learning/development tool, and one that you could do together to add more "meaning" to the character (or furnishing).
If you're talking about a traditional really nice house with really nice stuff in it, which can get very pricey, that's going to depend on the child and how well they treat their things. I personally wouldn't get anything super expensive because I think it can detract from playing to some extent - if you are too concerned about breaking something than you're going to not want to play with it as much. If your child is more into just decorating and making things look nice, that

(Popularity Rate: 69 ) Which website is the best sex doll shop in Singapore?

It really all depends on what you are looking for. As a shopper, I like to buy things at places where they specialize shemale kit in that area. You tend to find better deals and better goods at specialized stores. If you are looking for toys for women, there are plenty of Anime Sex Dollwomen-focused sites, the same thing for couples, and obviously the same for men. Just google the type of product you are looking for.

(Popularity Rate: 52 ) Is it weird to play with dolls as an adult? But to also take the doll out to the store with a real car seat and other real baby items as props?

like actual newborn babies.) These dolls can be true works of art - so realistic that you’d have to actually pick them up or notice they weren’t breathing to realize they weren’t shemale kit real infants.
I have collected dolls for 30 years and can say I’ve met many women who collect these types of dolls and even push them around at doll shows in real baby strollers, but only a few of them have been a little ‘strange’ about their dolls to WM Dollsthe point where I’ve wondered if the line between doll and actual newborn was crossed somewhere in their brains and they don’t know how to get back to reality. Either way, it’s not my place to mention it to them. If they are not harming anyone, it’s none of my business.
I heard this from another dealer: There was one woman at a doll show who was asked to leave the show because she had pulled her blouse up and was breast-feeding a re-born doll (this was an elderly lady, BTW). As you can imagine, it made other attendees and dealers very

(Popularity Rate: 15 ) What is the impact of sex dolls in marriage?

unfold, but I can tell you the exact minute, hour, date that my marriage ended.
The morning of Aug 12th, 2010 was the start to the best day of my life. To clarify, this is in terms of personal worth, growth, success, accomplishment and the proof to my self that hard work and doing good in all things has its rewards. I was a work in progress still, but I had finally turned my potential into reality. I had managed to steadily do better in life and create a comfortable, safe, stable world for my family for the longest period in my adult life. I gave it my best shot at the “American Dream” and I was achieving it and this day was the last piece of that puzzle. I had become highly respected, looked to for guidance, trusted in my decisions, a team leader that was part of a team and not a commander over his minions.
This day I being promoted. Not by seeking out a higher position, but being tapped by the top management to take the place of my former supervisor of several years whom was being forced to retire due to medical difficulties from a kidney transplant. This was my dream job. I had worked in that crew for 3 years and absolutely loved and respected everyone in that area. I had left that area to supervise a smaller area but with the same job functions. We were the maintenance millwright crew at a sizable industrial complex owned by the 3rd largest chemical manufacturer in the world. And two of the biggest chiefs had come to me to ask me to take the position of running the maintenance crew for half of the plant. Wow! 6 years before that I had hired in to a 5 day temporary shut down scheduled repair job in one of the units. Someone saw my pride in craftsmanship and I was asked to stay. Over time, dedication paved the way to this day. I was so proud. Thats the best I had ever felt about myself.
I was nine when Star Wars premiered. I was 10 when Metallica put out Kill ’em All. MTv went live when I was 12 and Jeff Spicoli was the role model for the surfer skater metal head crowd I was a part of. It was a badass time to be growing up. But the good times feel and a party all the time attitude of the time pushed a lot of drugs in front of a kid with self worth issues. A major portion of my early adulthood was spent adventuring and exploring every opportunity to see the country and live like there was no tomorrow and experiencing everything under the sun and every high available.
Then, one day after being gone on an adventure for a year, my friend and his family and I went for pizza to celebrate my return home. Thats when I saw her. And like a bell going off, I knew immediately I was going to marry her. Man, she was so damn good looking. I knew her from our circle of friends. We had a rock band in the late 80’s early 90’s that had become known in the scene. Got to meet all kinds of people, and had met her one night a decade earlier at a random party.
Married her, started raising her 4 year old son as best as I could, eventually had two of our own. She was like the most comfortable friend ever who let me play with her stuff, lol. And we had the same views on the world. She smoked daily, which I didn't care either way. I didn't like weed all that much as the relaxed hazy mind wasn't my thing. But I did like energy….lots of energy.
This led to my first ever slide into the other side. I didn't even see it happening, but got in with a shady group of people and lost sight of my world, replaced with an alter existence of staying up and running 90mph. So she left me. I worked on making their home a good home for my kids while I tried to wrestle my life back in order. I couldn't and well, it took an involuntary vacation handed down by the court system to clear me up long enough to grasp reality again. And thats when I decided to dedicate my life to trying to accomplish something in life, to try to succeed. I went to college for a year and a half, then took a semester off to work and fatten up my bank account for the next school year. Thats when I found the temporary 5 day job. After I was there for a couple years, *poof* my wife and I reconciled and worked out the anger and problems and they came back to me.
Now I could handle it all. I had confidence, a great job I loved, and we cleaned up our credit and after my first promotion to supervise the small crew, we bought a house. And a new Jeep Wrangler. And I had already bought a new car, prior to her coming back. Life was great. We were having social dinner parties with friends from everywhere. Had money in the bank. I had a chunky little 401K plan that was growing. I loved my kids!!!! They were the best part of it all!!!
Supervision was a whole new circle of people. I now saw upper management and the daily worker. I was in on meetings and in the field swinging a hammer. I was excelling at coordinating and delegating and all without yelling or insulting or power struggles. My crew ran smooth. I had their backs 100% and they had mine. But the management side was odd. I saw into the personalities of people who actually had snap-fingers power and pushed around multi million dollar figures in budget meetings like petty cash accounts. And the dark side of these people was much darker. It had to be hidden.
I was able to keep myself out of their dirty little political games and their nose burning candies, mostly. Remember, my wife smokes. And I usually found it for her when she needed some. Gateway back into that world on the other side. And I admit, I was headed that way if I didn't watch it. But I was aware and I was keeping my snap. Recreationally my wife and I might split some X pill randomly come across by opportunity, if we had the kids and house under control. Or hold on to it for some later special occasion. This is where the bad nuclear annihilation and genocide of my world starts. Out of sheer coincidence I helped someone out with gas money and diapers and was handed a few of these X-pills as a thanks, which I gave to my wife to put up. No biggie. No alarms. No tornado alerts. I was really hanging in there.
I know, this is a long read. But you have to understand at least the general lead up to this day. I was getting promoted! But at home, it wasn't going so well. I was working a lot because of a little financial hiccup we hit but we were doing ok. She had not renewed the profile paperwork for the disability check she was receiving for my son, who is autistic, that she had qualified for while w were split those 3 years. She was going to have to move out, lie about me living there, or just give up that money because of my earnings. I don't lie to the IRS or Government Agencies. They do bad things to evaders. And I told her I wouldn't let her lie about our finances and living arrangements. She was going to have to go get a job for a little while.
We started fighting a lot. Over little things. Then she starts hinting that maybe we are in financial trouble because I’m using again. Truthfully, I had slipped up a couple times recently. But the cost of the stuff was chump change, plus I recognized and refocused myself. Now we are at a week before the big promotion. The bank account was starting to fatten back up. Greener pastures on the horizon, right? Sigh of relief coming soon.
The weekend before promotion week comes and a virus knocks out our main computers motherboard and hard drive. Im a computer nerd at heart and techie. Always build my own computer, upgrade it and wipe/reinstall in last resort case. I replaced the drive and board and was moving on to the reinstall of windows. Then, that little goddam party monkey climbs on my back and starts telling me i look tired. I need energy. Why don't I go take a little portion of those xpills
We stashed away, not enough to start really rolling, just to stay up. Goddam monkey talks really nice and it seems innocent enough so i take a half one and boom i’m up, installing Windows 10 and Apps. Its now Saturday morning and i distractedly forget to tell her I grabbed a pill and she comments about me being up all night. So I tell her about the half an X pill I took. And we move straight to guilty verdict and the sentencing phase of my trial. Which is being delivered by screaming. I tried, no guys, I really tried to stay calm, cuz I had gotten us here. and I endured it…..all day, steadily trying to reassure her it was just the pill and I wasnt going off the deep end.
Sunday morning, I am up first. Quiet. No yelling. Ahhhhhh….And I hear her rustling around in the kitchen. Then goes back to the rear of the house. Two minutes later she comes flying into the garage, wild eyed, screaming she caught me. She found some drugs on the kids bathroom counter top that I forgot to clean off. Complete. Psycho. Mode. She tells me she tasted it and it was the heavy stuff. I don't know what the hell she licked off the kids bathroom counter, but it sure wasnt what she was screaming it was. I had already packed up the car for our days adventure to the country to a brother in laws for frolicking and merriment and fire charred delicacies. I load the kids while the screaming is still going strong. She informs me she isn't going anywhere with me. And off we go. Quickly.
At this point, I have to inform you that I am armed. We had a home protection weapon that stayed trigger locked in a locked case in our closet at the top. I dislike guns. I just don't like being around them. I can fire many types and have but I don't enjoy them. This one was a .40cal S&W Sig Sauer. Nickle plated. Nice. I guess. But the brother in law had told me to bring it and we would fire it out at the back pond. So I packed it the way the CHL people say to transport. Under the passenger seat, clip separate, case locked, trigger guard installed and the slide locked open. Bullets separate in the rear of the car. Safe.
And we frolicked. Never fired the guns. Never got it out. Had a great time. He is a drummer and knew a lot of the same music I knew so we jammed out some good tunes for the kids and eventually headed home.
As soon I my door opened, she was right there. Told the kids to go inside, and started screaming again as I unloaded the car. I really tried to block it. I tried breathing exercises. I tried doing multiplication in my head. I really really tried to not…….. She wouldn't stop. Finally, I just calmly told her I had enough and to shut up, two days of this was enough. Volume knob went up a notch along with the pitch of her voice. All I said was to shut up. And she pushed me and yelled what was I going to do……slow motion begins, and I can see the heads up display on my rage gear turn on and a cross hairs appears on her forehead as my fist draws back……. and return to reality and I lower my fist and told her I wasn't going to let her do this to me. And I walked out and down the street. I could hear her screaming, “You were going to hit me!!!!”…..nah, that would have been the easy way out. And I don't do the easy way. So I slip back home later and sleep on the couch.
Back to work on Monday. The general foreman and Superintendent meet with me and my old Supervisor’s retirement party is going to be Thursday afternoon and they will announce that I am rolling over to that crew to take his place then, starting the next Monday morning. My crew stays busy all week so it flys by…..but at night….not so much.
I had decided. This was over. I didn't feel the way I had felt about her. I wasn't happy. I wanted out but I wanted to help her get set up. No messy breakup. I would help her out as much as I could. An apartment not too far away and I will see the kids as much as I am allowed. Just no fighting. No yelling. No more. NO. MORE. So, when I went home from work, I had promised myself to not fight. No matter what. I would stop at the store and get me a cold one. Sit on the couch with the kids and watch tv then crash after they went to bed. She tried so hard to get me to boil. But I didn't. Til Wednesday night.
I got home Wednesday night and she was sitting on a barstool directly in front of the door from the garage so I had to pass right in front of her to come in. Same drill, cold one in hand and straight to the couch. Nope. She says I have to go grocery shopping. I told her she could go. She had the grocery money. She said I had to go and to pay. I told her no, that was her responsibility. I paid all the bills, mortgage, phones, jeep note AND CHILD SUPPORT TO HER. She had to pay groceries, Jeep insurance and emergency supplies. Thats it. Until my sons checks quit coming she was bringing in $500 from him and $700 a month from me for Child Support. The whole time we had been living together again. She said that I must not love my kids then if I wont buy them food. (Oh the stab of the knife into the soft tissue with little remarks like that) I grabbed the list she had conveniently laid on the bar and left. Hmmm, the bar was cleaned off with just the list and her phone she had laid down there when I walked in. Shoulda seen that.
I went to the grocery store and got it all and returned home. On the way home I was pondering how to ask her if she was still going with me on Friday to a thing we had planned attending in Dallas. I unloaded all the bags on to my arms for just one load in and walked towards the garage door. Blinds were open and I saw her get up and walk away as I approached the door with my burden of bags. I managed to get a hand on the knob. Locked. Grrrrrrrr. I knocked with a knuckle. Normally. I look in and I can see her, standing just to the left of the archway to the living room, 7 feet away. I tap again a little harder with my free knuckle. Not a flinch. Grrrrrrr. I wait. GRRRRRRRRR…….ok FUCKING GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. Now I am pissed. I kick the door a few times with the toe of my shoe. I know she heard that and she unlocks the door. Doesn't open it and backs away. I free my two fingers again to grab the knob and open it and a bag breaks, jar falls, spaghetti sauce splashes everywhere and I am primed. This ends. Now. No. More.
I admit, I have no idea what I said. I saw red. But I said it very low and only where she could hear it. Something about “if you want to play f’in games we can play f’in games. You going to Dallas tomorrow with me? “ She informed me she would never go anywhere with me in that car and tried to run off. As I said, I had enough. This was going to stop. So I blocked her from her insult and run move. And then I noticed she had her phone in hand. Screen weirdly pointed at me. Whatever, dont care. I am not doing this. No. I go to the couch. I wanna get to the good part. I want to get to the party the next day. So I crash on the couch
I’m up at 5:30am, shower and dress and I am out the door!!!!Not a word, never saw her. And I head to work.
The morning goes slowly. tick toc. Its Thursday and that means payday. So after getting the guys lined out on the assignments, I make my way in my truck through the plant to the parking area inside the fence up front for the Administration Building. I badge through the Security gate and walk to the building and badge in to the building and go down the hallway to our payroll office.
Robin was our payroll admin. Known her for years. She was really cute. Always bubbly and a lot of fun to talk to. So I sit there for a few minutes joking with her and her clerk Jonna and get my crews packet of checks, verify them, sign for them and head back to the gate to badge back in to the plant perimeter. Its important to know that this facility is a MARSEC facility under the protection of the US Coast Guard and Homeland Security due to our docks on the water. We all were processed through a two week long Homeland Security and DOJ background check to receive our TWIC cards to badge in to the plant. These are the same cards the TWA officers at the airports have to have. So I badge back in and hop in the truck and go hand out checks. I like doing that. That moment is the only reason we are in this plant. For that piece of paper. I joke with the guys and remind them about Murphy’s retirement party that afternoon and I tell my Welder Homero to hop in the truck, that I had a job to go get his safety input on for the next week. We pull out and head the same direction I just came from and my radio crackles my name. Its payroll,and Robin says she needs to see me back up there. I answer back that I will head up there but I wanted to show Homero the job real quick. Robin says I need to come there now. 10–4.
Hunh. Ever have that sinking feeling? My welder is looking at me and says “What did you do?” “Nothing” I replied. Homero says, “No, you did something, because theres going to be cops there when we get to the parking area. Thats what they do when they come here looking for someone with a warrant.” “Well, I don't have any warrants and I haven't done anything.” I say, and then we round the corner and man, oh, man that was a situation in progress going on at the gate and other side of the fence by the parking lot. Heres what I saw as Homero says “What did you do Boss? What did you do? Ill take the truck back to the shop. If they let you go, call me on the radio and Ill come back to pick you up.”
I didn't reply. There was, from right to left, in the front parking lot of the plant outside the Administration Office Building: County Sheriff Car, County Sheriff Car, County Sheriff Car, State Trooper SUV,State Trooper SUV, State Trooper SUV, Full Ladder FireTruck ( the long one) EMT Fire Rescue Truck, 4 plant security trucks and a Homeland Security Truck. I get out of the truck and badge through the gate and walk towards the building entrance and the door swings open and the Plant Manager is standing there and says, “Come on in, Brent.” and I do. He says to not worry, theres some people that want to talk to m, and leads down the hallway I had just been in 30 minutes earlier, past Robins office to the next door. This office is Brenda’s. She is head of Plant Security. He reaches down and turns the knob and says they are in there.
Small Office. There are 15 people in this 10X12 office all along the walls. 3 Sheriffs, 3 State Troopers, Homeland Security Liaison, Plant Manager, our Contractor Plant Manager, 4 Plant Security, the Plant Fire Chief and US Coast Guard Liaison. And me in the middle. I smile and slowly make a spin looking at every one of them in the eye and say, “ So, What is this about?” One of the State Troopers takes the lead and says that they needed to ask me some questions, and I replied, “Sure, Go ahead.”
“Do you have a gun on you?” “No”
“Do you have a gun in the plant?” “No”
*pause* Ever have that sinking feeling? After question one, I feel a little wobbly. What is this about a gun? They are mistaking me for someone else. After question 2 I am almost nauseous as the recording from Sunday Night replays at the part when I pull up with the kids after the fun day in the country. As soon as my door opens she starts yelling. I start unpacking and taking in to the garage. She follows back n forth. It get worse and I tell her to shut up………..Oh No…. what did I miss? Oh NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!
3. “ Do you have a gun in your car?” Oh God Oh God “Yes”
4. “ May we see it?” “Sure, no problem.”
At this point I am reeling and had to be a really bad shade of green. I didn't remember to take the gun out of the car and had been riding around with it for 4 days.
The room visibly relaxed and the lead Trooper says, “We think we know whats going on here. Have you been fighting with your wife?” I say “Yes, but only verbal and I had been refusing to argue the last few days” They all looked at each other and nodded. Trooper says,” Thats what we thought, Brent. This morning the plant received a call and the City Police received a second call anonymously reporting that you had beaten your wife, were in the plant high on crystal meth and violent with a gun. The City Police are at your residence right now doing a wellness checkup on your family since it is classified as a Domestic Violence Call. Once we clear the gun and she is cleared, we will let you go and our job is done.
Our head of Safety come jogging up with a bottle in hand. “I just got permission to do a for cause UA on him from HQ.” Trooper says to me, “You need to go?” and I tell him I could probably go right then. So I fill the bottle, and he tests it with the instant strip and I am clean of course. He takes the result strip out to the officers and they all look and nod and the lead trooper motions to one of the Trooper Trucks.
He opens the rear and motions me to get in. We have to ride about a 1/2 mile down the road to where our parking lot is and I guide the Trooper to my car. He lets me out and we stand there looking at each other and he finally asks if I am going to unlock it. I tell him no but you can and hand him my keys. All 6 officers gather around the car, and one unlocks and opens my passenger door and asks me where it is. I tell him it is under the passenger seat like it should be. He reaches in and extracts the locked blue case and they look at it and ask me to open it. i tell them they can and its the very small key on my keyring. He unlocks it and picks up my pretty shiny handgun all locked open and trigger guard lock in place. I could see them oooohing and ahhhhing over it. The trooper replaces it in the case, locks the case back and puts it under the seat and locks and shuts the door. He walks over to me and hands me the keys and turns to the Plant Manager and our Safety man and says “We are done here, theres nothing wrong” and 5 of the officers get in their vehicles and leave. Its just one officer and us standing in the dirt parking lot. The officer says,”Do you mind if I use that office to write my report? ‘ “ Sure. “……..
At this point the Safety man says I have to go to his office to sign the chain of custody papers for the UA I took so it can go to the lab for entry into the system. We g, and on the way he tells me they were wrong, there were three phone calls made. The first went to payroll. Specifically to a number with an answering machine that was dedicated to employee absentee call ins which sits on the payroll clerks desk. *more on that at another time* The second went to him when the caller did not get the reaction they desired. He answered and listened to the callers story which was the same as what the officer had quoted except the safety man tried to keep the caller on the line. As part of his job he had a subscription to a background check site that also had a phone number lookup app. He asked the caller to hold a second and he proceeded to trace the number of the caller but the caller hung up. He handed me a folded paper and said that the official info for that number was on that paper and i should see whose name it was registered under. He told me to walk back over to the Admin Building to talk to the Plant Manager to see what to do next.
Let me tell you, that was a long walk. As I walked, I thought, no one knew I had that gun in the car. Hell, I didn't even remember i had it. And why did they call and say I had beaten my wife that morning? I hadn't even seen her at all that morning. And what was the plant manager going to say? Was I going to be fired?
As I approached the building the door opened and he stepped out. He said, “ This was a very unfortunate and unnecessary incident. Although we, the contractor at this plant, have a very strict no gun policy here, the fact that it was secured properly in a private vehicle outside the fenced perimeter gives us the leeway to overlook what happened here today. Take the rest of the day off with pay, and come see him Monday morning to sort it out but right now too many people had seen the situation and to please get that fucking gun and that car off his property. You are not in any trouble. See you Monday” And he went back in the building.
Confused isnt even close to what I felt at that moment as I started walking toward the car. At least I wasn't fired! I heard my name called, and I turned around toward the building and there was the Plant Manager Waving me back. “I need you to come here a minute.” “what the hell do you want now?” I said. I walked up to him and he said come inside. Once the door shut behind me, he turned to me and said,”Man, Brent, you must have really pissed her off. “ “Why do you say that?” “Well, it seems you have priors.”He said. “You knew That when you hired me, it was part of my background check.”
“Brent, the officer here called your house to inform them of your release with no charges, as is procedure for a domestic violence case. They informed your wife and she said they couldn't release you, you had prior felonies and that makes this a felony. He is on his way back to pick you up. And, I truly am sorry, but we need to do some paperwork before he gets here. “
He was holding my termination papers.
I was arrested, given a $15000 bond. She cleaned out the house of valuables and put a TRO on me, took my kids and the brand new jeep. Lawyer for the gun charge was $17000. Lawyer for the divorce was $9000. Payoff on the Jeep was $7000
Thats when I knew my marriage was over.
And then it got worse. Way worse.
Sorry for the extremely long po

(Popularity Rate: 31 ) Can you get HIV by sharing sex toys with other males if there are no lesions in the rectum during that time?

ess contagious than most people think it is, and it is really very hard to catch under most circumstances. The only way to get it is to have direct body-fluid-to-body-fluid contact with somebody who already has it, either through actual sex or reusing injection needles. However, many other nasty diseases such as herpes, chlamydia, gonorrhea, syphilis, and anal warts can be transmitted through sex toys. Those are the diseases you should be worrying about, not HIV. So don’t share sex toys with your casual partners without cleaning them to the point of sterilizati


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