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I was thinking about a radio blurb I heard about blizzard babies vs. testosterone levels in males increasing on victories from fights to elections. Increased testosterone leads to more sexing they say. I was thinking of drinking and sex - miserable I can see drink as a numb-the-pain, happy drink is more happy. However, sad sex is not likely, but happy is definitely more sex is more happy. Me words no big use.

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If you are being discriminated against on the basis of sexual orientation, don't assume you don't have protection if sexual orientation is not applicable to your employment situation. Such a claim may also relate to title VII (civil rights) protection from a related issue - gender role stereotypes.
http://feltg.com/blog/gender-stereotyping-or-sexual-orientation/
If called nellie fag or bull dyke, this isn't just orientation. Some other arguments that may relate to your situation are:
Religion - differences on practice of religion (when religion or sin noted as basis for or part of adverse treatment) are part or all of the basis for the discrimination, therefore the claims are actionable as discrimination on the basis of religion
Gender role - too femme for male, or too butch for female, might open the gender protection under title VII door.

Neat stuff to think about.

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News - NO REVOLUTION TONIGHT. See their page.
Boo.

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Showed my boss the wonderland video today.

Hawman. Only I care because only I am this high on endorphins. I've cut my lifting to 2 days a week due to a maybe-back injury, my stupid elbow issue(s), and being a creaky wrinkled old fuck. Monday I had a great but odd lift squat day. My weight was 265. I set it up, but...did one rep, then failed on the 2nd rep. I dropped the thing down to the safety bars and argued with myself about a reset. Winning and losing the argument, I then managed - barely - to get 3 sets of 5 at 265. I cheered myself for overcoming, and ragged on my stupid lazy fuck self for failing when I was strong enough to do the lift. I was my own disappointed friend - What the fook man?

Today I had minimal aspirations but a little dream that if I could just somehow dig deep and hit 270 that ... I may lift but I'm lazy. 270 is 2 plates AND 2 dimes on each side. That's a pain to rack, having to run around finding 4 10 lbs and not letting others grab them for their sets. 275 is just 2 plates and a quarter - minimal setup time (and the warm-up weights are easy to rack too). So I hoped I could do it - even sloppy - just so if I was going to fail, I could do it at a weight that I wouldn't mind doing for a couple weeks (since it's easy to rack).

I also revisited where my feet are on my warmups. It occurred to me that my toes were getting pretty far out; perhaps my stance was wobbly.

I warmed up, waited longer than average, and hit 270...it felt surprisingly easy. The bar wasn't heavy on my back. The weight went up and I wasn't leaning or shaking. I was happy after 5 - went up ok. I waited a full 3 mins, hit set #2. The last one took a real struggle, but when I slowed I fought through that shit. The last set was looking like a struggle - but I was happy I hadn't failed or flailed early on. So the last set. I put it down and it still didn't feel heavy, but I was slowing. I watched, the bar was going beneath the bar (a point where I know I've dipped below parallel, not ass to ankles but deep). Rep #4 it...I had to force it up. I barely made it - dropping was an option, but I just cussed my way through it. Knowing I was about to keel, I did the unthinkable - paused and took a breath or 2 before rep 5 (which means it wasn't really a "set"). However, I stuck my ass out, dropped, and made it back up. 3 sets of 5 at 270.

My last reset was after failing at 265. I dropped to 225 and twice a week upped my 3 sets of 5 by 5 lbs. Today I earned the right to do 275 and rack lazy. I've done 275 in the past, but...well I'm back there. I passed a hurdle. I overcame a stopping point.
I am pleased.