Since I have indeed encountered some Australian women and European women on this forum I would like to hear from them about where they live and how others think about interracial relationships in their culture. Please feel free to share.
I've always been curious about Aussie workouts...boomerang throwing looks like it'd be hard on the wrists and shoulders, and wrestling crocodiles seems downright dangerous. How do you Aussie women handle it so well?
Question: What got you all interested in Black men? To my knowledge I really don't see many images of Black men with white women in Australia though I could be wrong.
We get taught how to wrestle crocs at a young age Tam,,,, it is a skill one needs to master in order to survive here as a toddler.. Boomerang morning workouts are the best when on the back of a horse.... bareback ofcourse,,,,,, its the Aussie way...
Yes,,, I passed her on the dirt track walking her Red Kangaroos,,,, hopefully she should be on soon............
just came back from my walkabouts to see this thread. since our last discussion, i've moved back on the farm and have been trying to find a man who will keep me. must go, the sheep are exhausted from peddling to keep the internetz working
Thank god I'm not the only one. >.< As fer the interwebs...in the land where toilets flush clockwise it's gerbils. The farm is calling.....
tis true and they fart less. if you want to come visit me, just follow the track that winds back to an old fashioned shack...i'm on the road to gundagai
What a coincidence, I'm camped by a billabong, under the shade of a coolabah tree. I'm singing, watching and waiting 'til my billy boils. Hmmm...Who'll come a waltzing matilda with me?? Ooo..and wait until that pesky jumbuck comes down here to drink, I'll snag him for my tuckerbag.
What I want to know from the dazzling Aussies on this board~ Now I've heard a lot of the wild life in Australia will kill you unannounced. Is this totally true? And do you all have altars dedicated to Steve Erwin? Shit like this makes me think back to early days on the nets when people actually asked me if we had electricity here and do I really swim with sharks. Duh. And duh. Good times.