I think our timing is good right now. We're in.

There's a little more diversity in music, style and images, including a bilingual artist with a huge voice and a singer-songwriter cute hippie mom.

I refuse to believe that all men are pigs and women competing whores.

There is a glimmer of metal that wavers between his thighs. He turns to face me. The balls of his large gauge nipple rings catch my eye as they glint in the light of the room. But, it is the tintinabular rings below that cause my eyes to descend to his shining metallic beacon of love. I feel my jaw slightly drop open and a small puff of air escapes over my lips. I am wildly transfixed. What is that? What will he do with it? I nervously wonder without a solution. He moves toward me with the sound of pockets full of change, and I know my life will never be the same.

We have got to be sure that all the conditions are in the right place.

Our house is right in the middle of it.