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( and for @RowanMinx) Pass The Dutchie was an adaptation of a song called Pass The Kouchie recorded by reggae group The Mighty Diamonds. "Kouchie" was Jamaican slang for a "pot in which marijuana is kept" and "Dutchie" was a "Dutch stewing pot" in the same "patois"

aww, what a blast from the past! I loved this as a kid I just looked up the meaning, and it means what I thought it meant, but the derivation of the patois isn't what i expected

"My world crumbles when you are not near"

Post your faves! I just heard Macy Gray on the radio: "I try to say goodbye and I choke I try to walk away and I stumble Though I try to hide it, it's clear I wear goggles when you are not here.."

i got nuthin'

Not really, but I have come across a few RL Queer/trans friends who used to have accounts in the past. They tend to be people who found SL helpful to explore their identities at the time but have since been able to move that into RL fulfillment.

One I return to every now and then, sometimes to wallow, sometimes to rid myself of debris, like autumn leaves or cobwebs.

Have you tried different washing up detergent? Mine smells of Bluebell Woods

Or if they don't get to experience, learn and express love in the ways they need to, because of trauma.

I agree. We learn ways to express or give love through our life experiences and different stages of self awareness or realization...as parents, as friends, as lovers, as neighbours, as teachers...and the forms can be verbal, through actions, or sensual..and the wisdom to know how or what the other person needs or what will give them the space to figure that out comes with that. It forms, and is informed by, our intuitive understanding of how our presence, including our bodies or understanding of another's physical intuition and communication can serve others.

Who had the smoke last? Do I need to roll another?

p-r-i-c-k-l-e-s

I think we understand each other I also think I once told you of the healing, cleansing and sparking sensations of feeling the *****les and scratches of having a besom swept gently and lovingly over my skin...and that time spent in ancient woodland or near the movement of the sea has much the same effect.