We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Thank goodness there are plenty of skank women around who don't attract but rather have close and endearing relationships with the Energizer Bunny and it's various forms of things that keep going. Personally I can't imagine the crisis I would personally have to face with performance anxiety if forced into a skank amour de jour.
In my youth, when other boomers were also in their youth and we all went out to disco, drink , and hook up I at least had alcohol, marijuana, and occasionally some blow to get me late into the night where skanks became acceptable receptacles, and usually most thankful winches.
Alas those days are gone and the crisis has passed. But there was a time in Manhattan Beach, Portola, Playa del Rey, Marina del Rey, Redondo Beach, and Beverly Hills where winching the night away was mucho caliente.
Back in the day it was called "recreational f-king"
Everybody should have a seedy chapter in their life.