*sigh* Lets try this comment again! Lately my comments keep getting lost in the stratosphere somewhere before they get to where they are supposed to go. Much re-typing and re-composing!
Anyway, that's one W--I--I--I--D--E tie!
Speaking of invisibel clothing, I have a story to share...
A few years ago I came across a story posted on FF.net that the author said was inspired by a picture of RDA that she had run across. She would post a link to the picture at the end, so we could all see and enjoy. I read the story. I pasted and edited the link and substituted "." for where she had put "dot" so the link would work. I pressed enter, and then while I waited for the page to load, I went off and dealt with some e-mail. Turns out the picture was of RDA wearing a tight t-shirt and his underwear. Not boxers. Now although the shot is relaxed and candid, there was no way that he did not pose for that photo. It reveals nothing that you could not see on any beach, indeed given that there was a t-shirt, it revealed less. So did I react as any female admirer of the male form should? Well, yeah actually, a little. Around the edges. The main part of me though, was busy back-buttoning while (mentally) blurting out "Oh! Mr. Anderson! I am so sorry!" as if I were female SGC personnel entering the locker room during the women's hour without checking the door sign, and unexpectedly discovering that I'd walked in on him. Human socialization is a strange and unexpectedly powerful thing!
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Anyway, that's one W--I--I--I--D--E tie!
Speaking of invisibel clothing, I have a story to share...
A few years ago I came across a story posted on FF.net that the author said was inspired by a picture of RDA that she had run across. She would post a link to the picture at the end, so we could all see and enjoy. I read the story. I pasted and edited the link and substituted "." for where she had put "dot" so the link would work. I pressed enter, and then while I waited for the page to load, I went off and dealt with some e-mail. Turns out the picture was of RDA wearing a tight t-shirt and his underwear. Not boxers. Now although the shot is relaxed and candid, there was no way that he did not pose for that photo. It reveals nothing that you could not see on any beach, indeed given that there was a t-shirt, it revealed less. So did I react as any female admirer of the male form should? Well, yeah actually, a little. Around the edges. The main part of me though, was busy back-buttoning while (mentally) blurting out "Oh! Mr. Anderson! I am so sorry!" as if I were female SGC personnel entering the locker room during the women's hour without checking the door sign, and unexpectedly discovering that I'd walked in on him. Human socialization is a strange and unexpectedly powerful thing!