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I know about the anti fouling paint, but I want to paint the hull above that part. The hull is fibre glass and is already painted, I just want to change the colour.

Do they handle well?

They says it is in need of a clean and some TLC but otherwise is a sound yacht.

I would like to be able to sail across to Norway from Newcastle, could this do it?

Any comments welcome

I have a laptop with Windows XP, I would like a program that shows a keyboard like a electronic organ that I can use to make sounds or a beat that I can then record onto a CD, any suggestions?

Thanks

I have not had a gay sexual experience so I am asking this question out of curiosity. I have noticed that there is a definite physical difference to some gays appearance and even if wearing straight clothes not flamboyant camp gear, they seem to exhibit an external difference to their actual body. Does being penetrated on a regular basis trigger off a physical change to a person’s body, or is it something that is just put on?

My laptop is an Acer Aspire3682 and I've only had it a couple of months. I've been in sounds on the control panel and put everything up to max, but I am a bit hard of hearing and I need it louder if possible.

These extracts are from Wikipedia.

Metrosexual is a word describing men who have a strong concern for their aesthetic appearance, and spend a substantial amount of time and money on their images and lifestyles.

"The typical metrosexual is a young man with money to spend, living in or within easy reach of a metropolis – because that's where all the best shops, clubs, gyms and hairdressers are. He might be officially gay, straight or bisexual, but this is utterly immaterial because he has clearly taken himself as his own love object and pleasure as his sexual preference.

For some time now the stoic, self-denying, modest straight male didn't shop enough (his role was to earn money for his wife to spend), and so he had to be replaced by a new kind of man, one less certain of his identity and much more interested in his image – that's to say, one who was much more interested in being looked at,(because that's the only way you can be certain you actually exist).

I hate men,

I really, really do

I hate men

Through and through, and through

I cooked and cleaned

And keep his clothes pristine

I ensure he was well fed

And satisfied in bed

But he treated me as a slave

And insults I had to brave

My body he abused

While the neighbours he perused

I stuck up for him

When other put him down

I saw to his every whim

And apologised at every frown

My son he did scorn

When he caught him reading porn

Then I found him with our neighbours

Sharing bisexual favours

I hate men,

I really, really do

I hate men

Through and through, and through.

P.S. I don't hate anyone, though I do at times get very irritated with some people.

What I am doing is practicing my poetry writing.

I hate women,

I really, really do.

I hate women,

Through and through, and through.

I tried to be a good husband

I tried to be a good friend

She slept with my brother

And my best friend.

I gave her money

I gave her my time

She took my credit card

And left me without a dime.

I forgave her everything

And promised her a good time

If she would only love me

And be my valintine

Happily she agreed,

Everything was fine

Until I found her in my bed

With a son of mine

I said, why, oh why, oh why?

She laughed out loud

And with her head up proud

She said; because I’m a woman, that’s why.

I hate women,

I really, really, do.

I hate women,

Through and through, and through.

The Unsung Heroes of Mother Earth

Grey, red, sandy and black

Lying in a heap as though dumped from a sack

Hard, irregular and unfeeling

They lie there dormant, without apparent meaning

Each one forged from the bowels of the earth

Common, yet each one with its own particular worth

Grey, which was fashioned into axes and arrowheads

Red, mined for the ore it shed

Sandy, which was carved into blocks to make walls

Black, which was burned to give warmth within the halls

At first lifeless and inert they appear

Yet, these minerals have sustained mankind for many a year

Giving warmth, security, shelter and tools

They helped primitive man to walk tall

And turned wandering tribes into great nations

These simple stones, have been the jewels of civilisation.

The Climax

I carefully crossed the mountain stream

Boots slipping on the moss covered rocks

One foot slipped and plunged below

Ice cold water dribbled down to my toes

Aah sh*t I cried, I had hope to keep my feet dry

Careful not to slip again

I leaped for the safety of the bank

As I stood there looking around

The snow started to fall down

Light at first but quickly it turned heavy.

I sighed and took off my pack

Nothing for it but to change my sock

And put on my waterproof smock.

Soon I was on my way

Struggling to see through the grey day

The snow lay quickly on the ground

Soon a white blanket covered the earth

My feet crunched the snow beneath my boots

As I headed up the mountain track

Pulling my pack higher up my back

I leant forward into the steep incline

Breathing became heavy the higher I climbed

Then to my relief I reached the top

Just on cue the snow stopped

All around me lay snow covered peaks

A fantastic climax of my walking week.

The security officer is on 24/7

When you are a student away from home

Knowing he is there is heaven

Anytime I feel alone and far from home

I can go and talk to him from seven to seven

He helped me to use my new phone

So I could called my boyfriend Kevin

But all I got was the engaged tone

I had more luck with my sister Stephan

But all she did was moan

I tried my boyfriend again, nine, ten and eleven

I was so relieved to get through; it seems he had been trying for a loan

We talked and talked until seven

Then the other security officer Joan

Came on duty and it was no longer heaven

She complained and complained until with a groan

I left and went to bed and dreamt of home.

I know I am getting on but is there a big change going on among young people that I have missed?

Lots of Avatars are female yet the name is male!!!

Yes perverts would enjoy themselves, but they do anyway.

But don't you think the novelty would soon wear off and we could then relate to each other as people instead of as sex objects?

In the film Starship Troopers the men and women train the same, where the same uniform, sleep in the same dormitory and shower in the same shower. Yet they still fancy each other and fall in love with members of the opposite sex. But first and foremost they are equal; their gender is a secondary thing.

Is this such a situation we should be aiming for where it is the person who comes first and foremost and their gender is recognised but not an issue?

then it can be reversed as it is learnt behaviour.

What can men and women do to breakdown the barrier of conditioning which is stopping up developing as a race and becoming one?

This is the first in a series of questions I will be asking to see if the differences between the genders can be bridged.

This question is not for or against females or males but about genuine equality.

I know from what I have seen on Answers that sensible debate is in short supply, but I would be interested in peoples opinions.

Everyone in the UK becomes a Muslim, then we can change all the Muslim laws to suit us, and if Muslims from other countries object, we can then wage holy against them!