Rules of the Dump-Share Game

1. No spam comments--we all hate them, but there would be too many. However, if you can justify a good reason for dump-sharing it, publication is not an impossibility.

2. Keep it clean--no porn. That would simply put us in the category of 80% of all other blogs. We want to be unique.

3. Try to keep explanations shorter than the dump-shares. This may not always be possible, but it's the ultimate goal.

4. Spread the word. We want dump-shares from anyone who wishes to contribute.

5. Use labels whenever possible, to categorize your dump-share. This makes them easier to search, and you never know when your dump-share will become someone else's treasure.

6. Have fun. This is the most important rule. DO NOT BREAK IT!

Mr. C #2

"I know you want a prince, but I truely belive that one day a really awesome princess will come your way"

Now, is Mr. C offering to be my prince, or princess?

Mr. Not-Wonderful

I just need to post this because it left me so confused and annoyed that I think it belongs here. Well, today I was approached by a recently-returned missionary who promptly complimented my nylons and shoes saying that they were "very 40's" (oh thank you...) and asked to sit by me in church. Wonderful. Actually, I was quite charmed. Then after church he called me the second I got home and invited me over to his house for dinner, telling me to bring my sketchbook so that we could draw together. Wow! What a cool guy... or so I thought. When we sat down to dinner he opened up one of the strangest kinds of conversations I've ever experienced in my life. One of those kind that feel like "sharing", but at the end you feel like you've just vomited instead of talked. He asked me if I'd recently dated anyone and when I told him my experience with my last boyfriend having SSA he told me that I was looking for it, perhaps subconsciously, and that I had many gay friends because I wanted "fixer-upper" men. WHAT?!!! Who made you my psychologist?! He proceeded to delve into my inner workings and wanted to know why I thought of myself as inferior to the kinds of men I really wanted to date? Well, screw you buddy! I was in love (the closest I've ever been) with my boyfriend and I didn't know about his struggle. How dare he tell me that I asked for it or that I was looking for it. I still love him and regardless of it, I think he is a wonderful example of the kind of man I am looking for, not a "fixer-upper" in the least. I left this guy's house in tears, wondering what I'd told him and wondering why I trusted him. I anticipated dinner and some drawing but instead I feel emotionally raped! What is he going to do with this newfound knowledge? I refuse to tell him anything else about myself or the people I care about. He doesn't deserve it.

Submitted by agirlwho

Mr. C

I know I'm going to hell for publishing this... But whatever. This blog needs some life pumped into it.

An email from someone who read about my utter disdain for Angel Moroni Tree Toppers

"PS I have an Angel Moroni tree topper. Some of us happen to think of it as a sacred symbol and like to include it in our celabration of Christmas. Sorry if that too is something you look down on. "

Sorry...but with most trees the angel Moroni usually looks down on me. But if the trashy statues owner is less than 6' tall of course I look down on them.

The Messiah Performance

I don't even remember who said it, but a man in our stake, talking to another man, made the following remark: "The Messiah performance just goes to show what can happen when a bunch of people with little talent all get together. It turns out beautifully." Ouch! I laughed. He really did mean it as a compliment, but it came out so wrong. Poor soul.

Do these comments have to be gay-related?

Love,
Sully