Study: About 1 in 1,000 Babies Born ‘Intersex’

Among nearly 14,200 newborns studied, 8 had genitals that did not make their gender clear. That’s a rate of 1.3 in 1,000 births — much higher than the one in 4,500 to 5,500 reported in previous studies.
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Family are sacred be informed ๐Ÿงš๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ

Shall we go for a ride down the back road ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ

“SHALL WE GO FOR A RIDE?” a poem a.k.a.: “J. B.!” May 6, 2019 (A’s B-day!)

It might be fun (pause) [you-know!] REAL FUN!
If we-went for-“a-ride,” and-I-could-be-your-“Hon!”
I-could-call-you: “Daddy!” or “Mommy!” or PAL;
I just LOoooooooVE “rid-ing!” (pause) I’m THAT kind of gal!

Please! Please! Let’s-go! I’m SO excited;
I’m-glad [that] with-YOU – I-have-confided,
MY NEED – for “a ride,” to “The Other Side!”
Let’s-go-for-our-ride! I’m-young! (pause) but WIDE!

Let’s go! Let’s go! Oh! Wait! Come-meet-my-“pop!”
He’s The Sheriff ’round here! Yes, he’s a REAL cop,
And I’m his PRIDE AND JOY, just looking for a boy,
Or-a-girl [that] I-can-ride-with! Please, please, be my TOY!

I’m “Papa’s Pink, Pink Rose Blossom;” see-the-covers-on-my-bed?
He-got-me-these, and when-I-sleep, they’re-next-a-to-my-head!
Do you think-a-that I have his EYES? (pause) Don’t-they-sort-a look en-trap-ping!
Come-on-now, let’s DO OUR RIDE! I’m-teasing, and I’m-tapping!

I’m tapping at your Chamber Door; I really can not wait!
“The Boys” down at “the station,” say that I AM “Jail Bait!”
Well, I don’t know what THAT IS! Pop says I’m na-ive!
Can-we-go-for-our-ride NOW? I REALLY want to leave!

Just know that IF I get upset, that would REA-LL-Y be a shame; (pause)
I’d probably have to find me some-body TO BLAME!
Hey, where are you going? You haven’t met my pop!
Wait, wait, wait, wait wait, wait, wait! Don’t-you-wanna see-“my-top?” ๐Ÿ™‚ – Whoa!


Letter to my Husband ๐ŸŒผ

“To tell you the truth, I don’t have much to offer. But, I’d still give you everthing I’ve got, even it’s anything at all. I’d give you late nights, long hugs, sweet messeges, someone to cuddle when you’re down. Someone to hold your hand and watch you’re back when thinks go wrong and someone to lean on. But that never seems to be to be enough. Because you deserve better”


I can’t lose you, beause if I did , I’d have lost my best freind, my soul mate, my smile, my laugh, my everything. ๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™

My husband is perfectly suited to me cause he knows exactly why I love him just the way he is hungry for me ๐Ÿ›

Where here in a lost land ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿ›

“THE CLOUD[S]!” a poem, a.k.a.: “They’re Here! They’re Here, Boss – In The Land of The Lost [And Found]!” after Cinco de Mayo Sunday 2019!! May 6, 2019 [Monday] We’re HERE! We’re here! (pause) in-a LOST land, Smile and RE-member, Pajama People of The Band: IT’LL “FUZZY-OUT” WHEN IT WANTS TO – and give reception some time; THERE IS NO DECIPHERING IT; it is, after all, [The] Cloud[s], in-a-rhyme! You’re ALREADY “stuck” in some Land of Lost-ness, but TAKE HEART, You-are-along-for-a-PLANE*-ride, and, from you, “I” shall never part! Plus, when-upon The Precipice you do stand, Look down and you’ll see: I’M HOLDING YOUR HAND! Avoid TOO MUCH gazing into The Screen!! Close your eyes! I KNOW where you’ve been! I KNOW where you’re going – It-is: NO-WHERE; The tambourine sounds, and “YOU’RE HOME, DEAR!” (here) For, in My Heart, The [Our] Heart of Hearts, Just hold this hand; there are NO CHARTS; “Google Maps,” it-is a dream; and-we’re-in YES! an-illusory-“stream;” Try, try, try – NOT TO SCREAM, but-smile, and-The-Sun’s warmest-beam, Will strike your cheek! You-needn’t-“be saved,” As The Girl on The Corner – waits, I “WAVED,” For he holds a sign: “JESUS SAVES! HALLELUJAH!” and Humanity raves, In-some LOST HOPELESSNESS, awaiting some “promised state,” Which-is-ALWAYS:-The-State-of-Confusion, so, do-NOT-wait! GET ON YOUR BROOMSTICK OF DREAMS AND FLY, Meaning: “You’re-always-already-HOME,” in-this-Sweet-By-&-By! fin <3

I’m A honey delight โ„ cream cone ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿง๐Ÿจ๐Ÿง๐Ÿจ๐Ÿง๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฆ

SHUT – UP ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜…

– in a flying machine – or – another dimension!

Just another day in Paradise valley ๐ŸŒž

Talk for Four Days with red wine then ~ pounce ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜

“TO RAP OR NOT TO RAP!” a poem Sunday, May 5, 2019 Sam, The Man, dialed-up-his-computer – to “One-Stop-Kimmy-Moo!! It-was simply something – [that] SAM-WAN-TED TO-DO, For KIMMY, Sweet Kim, just – took-’em-off and did A Show, And-She-never-even met Sam, so how could Kimmy know, THAT SAM!!! just wanted comfort, pizzazz – and-a-little-bit of beau-TY; He didn’t want-to discuss: BUSINESS! and/or RELIGIOUS PHIL-O SO-PHY! Now, Sam – He had an “associate,” a darling, learned thing, Who would meet for coffee with him – and questions She would bring! And DISCUSSION, DISCUSSION – She TRULY, TRULY craved, From her “learned,” “spiritual” SAM – BEFORE-She-then be-haved, In-a seductive and-a-pro-vo-cative [for-Him] special-WAY, But, He was too worn out! ‘fore-The-End-ing-of-The-Day, ‘Cause-all-that-talk-and-conjecture really-“took-IT-out-of-Him,” And – there-was no comfort and beauty – as-there-was with-KIM! Yet, y’-know, Sam was CRAZY WILD – ’bout a gal He knew – over-seas; Her beauty and her allure – just brought Him – “to his knees!” She was – His best mate – and Friend-of-Friends – and preferred-partner-in-bed, But, before-there-was-any-“getting-it-on,” She wanted – INSIDE HIS HEAD! DEAR OVERSEAS wanted to “Ooh-and-Ahh” Him, to get things SEEMINGLY ready, But, after a-while-of-waiting, Poor Sam – was NOT TOO VERY STEADY, And-would-fall ASSleep, so tired was He, waiting for The Prize, That He-just “died away,” closing His Yearning Eyes! HOW SAD, when-the sweet nookie – is-really just-right THERE! “The Waiting Game” can-make-you almost-not-a-care, And, then, Sam-might-go – to-Kimmy, who’s [just] a-simple-s-x-y-t-a-p-e, But, at least, at least, with KIMMY-MOO, YOU NEED NOT “STOOP TO RAP( )!” fin <3

If you only knew ๐Ÿ˜



Liberal polling is falling, Labour ahead and folk are being urged not to Vote for either Party Corruptions are rife

Vote Independent – Local Indenites only

It is Mandatory in Australia to Vote

Otherwise leave the Country ๐Ÿคฃ fined or jail

So off go all the Donkey Voters who just turn up to have their name ticked off, so they dont have to disappear or runaway ๐Ÿ˜‚

In America no one has to vote, well, you tell us who did Vote Mr TRUMP in ๐Ÿ˜

Oh I forgot it was that Russin Country Mr Putin ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ˜

And they call us Capitalist ๐Ÿ˜

Letter to A Politician ๐Ÿ˜ญ Australian Politicians ๐Ÿ˜

The Honourable Scott Morrison MP
Prime Minister’s (temporary) Office
Parliament House Canberra A.C.T.

Dear Scottie,

Forgive us if we haven’t taken you seriously enough during your brief tenure. It seems like only yesterday you took over the nation’s highest office with true Christian humility – the culmination of weeks of public modesty and private backstabbing. Now it’s only a matter of days before you’ll be looking for another job.

Where will you go, Scottie? The lads at the RSL are running a book. A little inside drum would not go astray. Will you hang around as (temporary) Leader of the Opposition or return to a plum sinecure in the corpulent sector? A year from now will we be seeing you flogging shonky cutlery sets on the Shopping Channel at three in the morning, or will your career take on new directions, like peddling pancakes outside a pox-doctor’s clinic?

Clearly, you’d be well advised to avoid anything to do with computers. You’ve had us all in stitches this week with your response to the burgeoning problem with would-be pollies and their social media histories. (I know,I know, the other parties have unearthed a few duds too, but right now yours is the problem under consideration.) A reasonable reaction, it seems to me, would have been to bring in new party rules guaranteeing closer scrutiny of candidates’ FB & Twitter profiles BEFORE they could be accepted in pre-selection ballots. But no, that would have been too simple & logical, wouldn’t it? You had to pull the rabbit out of your arse and threaten social media trolls with the sort of prison time generally reserved for archbishops, didn’t you?

What WERE your advisers thinking? Were they thinking at all? Do you not realise than 90% of trolls lurk on the far right of the spectrum? They believe in chemtrails & the takeover of Sharia law & think fluoride is an Illuminati plot. They believe Pauline speaks from the heart, dismiss Bill Shorten as a looser, deploy ‘your’ and ‘you’re’ indiscriminately, eat their takeaway food in dinning rooms, are convinced Penny Wong is a Communist agent and think Hitler’s still alive in Argentina. Most internet trolls, in short, come from the ranks of your supporters. If they weren’t confused enough before, they sure are now.

Thanks for the memories, old chum. May your future be full of Engadine moments and resounding slogans. If a Pentecostalist falls over paralytic drunk in a forest and there’s nobody there to see, will he still be able to write a character reference for a known pedophile?

Enjoy your retirement Scottie. Life won’t be the same without you. We should have paid more careful attention, though it was at times hard to focus, what with all the shouting and the meaningless slogans. The less charitable among us dismissed you as a mere skidmark on the Reg Grundies of Australian political history.

In the end, you weren’t even that significant.

Yours in premature triumph,

Godfrey Bigot JP
West Bathurst 2795

Dear Godfrey, I know that your spelling was deliberately aimed at the illiterate trolls at the Liberal party head quarters but some of our new readers might mistake you for a looser. I am here to say that you are one of the most erudite, eloquent, educated, elite, elegant, enlightened, members of our exclusive RSL club and you were just taking the piss. Yours sincerely Beryl Sidebottom