I know I will regret this..................

neonflux said:
Dance it is!!!

Miss Rebecca, please tell us you'll join in :rose:

I wouldn't miss it for the World. Sounds Tangolicious ...........smiles

I pose a question to you and the ever self illustrious Fu however, if it is in fact Summer here, how do I participate in a Winter Solstice.

signed

Rebecca whom flunked New Age 101 :)
 
@}-}rebecca---- said:
Hey quit it !!!!

Fu was trying to hypnotise me only days ago.

I am watching you two :D
He he he he he - and Wizard of Oz was just on last night! :D (wicked witch, poppies and all that...)

As to Solstice, doesn't your Summer Solstice come on the same date? (Seems that this would make sense!)

:cathappy: Neon
 
@}-}rebecca---- said:
I wouldn't miss it for the World. Sounds Tangolicious ...........smiles

I pose a question to you and the ever self illustrious Fu however, if it is in fact Summer here, how do I participate in a Winter Solstice.

signed

Rebecca whom flunked New Age 101 :)

It shall be a Solstice dance both Winter and Summer, and we shall dance again in 6 month at the other Solstice....
 
Electric Storytime....

WAL-MART OF THE GREAT WHITE NORTH

(As he lay dying in the splintered remains of his sailing vessel, famed Arctic explorer Sir Richard Shelbourne Thistlebottom filled the last pages of his weather-beaten journal with this short but profound work of fiction. When the journal recently surfaced at a yard sale in the town of Taloyoak, Thistlebottom scholars were delighted to find the story accompanied by several whimsical sketches of copulating seals.)

Spring was dawning across the arctic, and with it, timeless rhythms of nature began to beat anew. The ice that had covered the bay in a thick sheet now heaved and groaned as it broke into floes. At the water’s edge, penguins frolicked with their fuzzy hatchlings, while an adorable polar bear cub looked on. Nearby, a herd of caribou was starting its long migration north along the coast to the calving grounds, and the promise of food for the summer.

It was with a heavy heart that Nasamiituuq began loosening the sinew that held together the seal-skin walls of the Wal-Mart. She didn't want to leave, but the elders had said it was time to move on, like the caribou. The wind howled along the shore, and she called to Amaguq and Oogrooq for help. When they had finished folding the skins into tight bundles, they started dragging the vending machines into the sleds. It had been a good winter, Nasamiituuq thought. So many items had been sold for unbeatably low prices; surely this winter would live forever in songs and stories!

Inside the partially dismantled store, the ice floor was littered with pallets and empty cardboard boxes and, here and there, a few walrus tusks and whale vertebrae. Makittuq and Biisaiyowaq had nearly finished packing away all the merchandise. Now they took a short break from their work to share a piece of blubber and talk excitedly about the new shipment of hot summer fashions that would await them at the end of their trek.

Outside, Old Oomailiq the Greeter took a long look across the fractured ice, which glinted in the late morning sun. He had seen many seasons came and go. Soon, they would be on their way once again. He glanced up and saw Nasamiituuq, and knew that she was sad to leave this place. He would talk with the young girl. In time, she would come to understand the ways of her people.

The air was warming quickly. Oomailiq took off his heavy jacket of musk-ox hide and folded it neatly along with his hunting knife and a pouch of dried penguin meat. Soon he would slip on his familiar blue vest and begin walking with the other Wal-Mart associates -- across the parking lot and out onto the endless expanse of tundra.
 
@}-}rebecca---- said:
Rebecca whom flunked New Age 101 :)

Drear Sister Rebecca, Ph.D. Esquire, you may know all this so this can be just seen as junk - or it may be useful information - or just more ramblings of a half-crazed mouth-breather wishing he were taking a nap on his couch.

Winter Solstice is the day with the least amount of sun light each year - in my hemisphere in Dec and in your hemisphere in July. In ancient times, even before I was born - that long ago, it was a bad thing that the sun kept getting lower and lower on the horizon - some of the bad things were it was getting colder and crops did not grow and no one could sunbathe in furry bikinis and speedo's. Some of these folks would hold big dance and drum parties to "dance the sun back up" on solstice - and guess what, so far it had worked! The return of "the light" keeps on happening.

If the sun did not reverse it's decline on the horizon we all would be screwed big time - in a not-good way. This party was such a big thing that a long time ago when some people wanted to start major religions they had to come up with some sort of holiday to compete with all that pagan drumming and dancing - one religion even moved the birthday of it's leader from March to December for a big celebration so the members would not run off and party with the pagans or the other local religions celebrations of "the light".

So for me the return of the light is a big whoop-te-do - it is a very real tangible expression of hope, of knowing that no matter how dark it gets, the light will always return.

With warmest regards,
Shank
 
Dedicated to H

Shankara20 said:
Drear Sister Rebecca, Ph.D. Esquire, you may know all this so this can be just seen as junk - or it may be useful information - or just more ramblings of a half-crazed mouth-breather wishing he were taking a nap on his couch.

Winter Solstice is the day with the least amount of sun light each year - in my hemisphere in Dec and in your hemisphere in July. In ancient times, even before I was born - that long ago, it was a bad thing that the sun kept getting lower and lower on the horizon - some of the bad things were it was getting colder and crops did not grow and no one could sunbathe in furry bikinis and speedo's. Some of these folks would hold big dance and drum parties to "dance the sun back up" on solstice - and guess what, so far it had worked! The return of "the light" keeps on happening.

If the sun did not reverse it's decline on the horizon we all would be screwed big time - in a not-good way. This party was such a big thing that a long time ago when some people wanted to start major religions they had to come up with some sort of holiday to compete with all that pagan drumming and dancing - one religion even moved the birthday of it's leader from March to December for a big celebration so the members would not run off and party with the pagans or the other local religions celebrations of "the light".

So for me the return of the light is a big whoop-te-do - it is a very real tangible expression of hope, of knowing that no matter how dark it gets, the light will always return.

With warmest regards,
Shank



when you startle awake in the dark morning
heart pounding breathing fast
sitting bolt upright staring into
dark whirlpool black hole
feeling its suction

get out of bed
knock at the door of your nearest friend
ask to lie down and be held

listen while whispered words
turn the hole into deep night sky
stars close together
winter moon rising over white fields
nearby a wren rustling dry leaves
distant owl echoing
two people walking up the road laughing

let your soul laugh
let your heart sigh out
that long held breath so hollow in your stomach
so swollen in your throat

already light is returning pairs of wings
lift softly off your eyelids one by one
each feathered edge clearer between you
and the pearl veil of day

you have nothing to do but live





speaks softly.... I know Sir Shank , I know......
 
Savage Love ~ Dec 12th , 2006

'Freaked-Out Girl' Is So Gonna Get It
by Dan Savage


Q: I'm a 20-year-old straight girl. For six months I was dating a guy I thought was nice and normal. One way my boyfriend showed he cared, or so I thought, was by massaging my feet after work (I wait tables to pay my tuition). Then he confessed that he has a foot fetish. He wasn't rubbing my feet to be sweet or tender or considerate, but for his own selfish reasons. I dumped him. He was very upset and is still begging me to take him back. We had been talking about marriage, but that's over now. I don't want to be with someone who has a fetish. How can I know if he wants me back or just my feet? I know a lot of freaks write to you, and I enjoy reading about freaks, but I don't want to date a freak. Where can I find a normal man? �FREAKED-OUT GIRL


A: I owe you an answer, FOG, considering the number of new assholes I've ripped you since your letter arrived in September. At speaking gigs around the country, I've held you up as a shining example of sexual selfishness. Your most recent asshole dates from my talk at Cornell two weeks ago, where I spoke to a few hundred students about politics, dungeons, butt plugs, and you. (Sorry I couldn't make porn night, Risley, and thanks for everything, Lauren.)

On to your question: Where do you find a normal man? I have no fucking idea, as I've never met one. Kink and variance seem to be a natural, intrinsic aspect of male sexuality. And while most men, like your ex, fall on the mild end of the mild-to-wild continuum, if you can't handle the odd non-normal sexual interest, FOG, I urge you to stop dating men, get a vibrator, and pack it in. But here's what I really want to say to you: Those foot rubs were fine�they were wonderful!�so long as you believed your boyfriend derived no pleasure from them. The moment you learned he enjoyed those foot rubs too�my goodness, they turned him on!�you were no longer capable of deriving any pleasure from them yourself.

You know what, FOG? You suck. You are the worst kind of sex partner: judgmental, selfish, and cruel. Should your boyfriend have come clean about his foot fetish sooner? Sure, maybe a month or two earlier. But not because you had some right to know what a freak he was, FOG, but because it would have spared him from getting more emotionally invested in a freakishly petty and sexually immature dumb fuck. I predict�no, I guarantee�that this is going to come back to haunt you. There is a Karmic Rule of Kink (KROK), FOG, and it goes something like this: "Dump the honest foot fetishist and you will marry the dishonest necrophiliac." Break up with a guy over his relatively tame fetish�and a foot fetish is about as tame as they get�and KROK will make sure your next boyfriend is some lying corpse-fucker who tells you only what you want to hear. ("Honestly, honey, I only like live girls!") Only after you've married the corpse-fucker and had a few kids�once extricating yourself from the marriage becomes a hugely complicated ordeal�will he ask you to lie in a tub of ice until you're good and cold.

And when you're lying in that tub of ice�and odds are you will, FOG, because you won't want to put your poor kids through a divorce�you'll remember that sweet, harmless foot fetishist whose heart you broke back in college, the man you could have married. And your heart will break.

Q: This girl is questioning her boyfriend's sexuality. He cross-dresses, which I understand doesn't mean he's gay. But he frequently talks to gay men on the Internet and states that he is gay. He denies being gay and says he just thinks it's interesting to hear people's reactions. He says he never meets anyone, but I found MapQuest directions to a man's house on his computer. When confronted he said that he just wanted to know where this person lived!

I don't mind the cross-dressing, but I have a problem with him possibly being gay. He has no male friendships and prefers friendships with women. Our relationship is at the point that we are considering marriage. All I feel is fear and doubt. �FEMALE IS SEEKING HELP


A: If he's gay, you shouldn't marry him. If he isn't gay, you still shouldn't marry him. Because, FISH, gay or straight, your boyfriend is one big, fat, fucking mess. And gay or straight, this mess is making you miserable. DTMFA.

Speaking of messy homos, it feels strange to rush to the defense of Mary Cheney, the useless dyke daughter of our malevolent vice president. But I knew I had to speak up after Janice Crouse of Concerned Women for America called Cheney's pregnancy "unconscionable." A few thoughts for you, Janice:

First, because Christianists like you can't come out and say they oppose Cheney's pregnancy because it says right there in Leviticus that Mary Cheney should be put to death (along with all adulterers, rebellious slaves, and lobstermen), they're condemning Cheney for creating a "fatherless" child, a child that will have no masculine role models. Have you gotten a good look at Heather Poe, Mary Cheney's partner of 15 years? My son has two fathers, but Heather Poe's left labial lip is butcher than both of us put together. Even if Mary and Heather planned on raising their child on a deserted island somewhere, their kid wouldn't want for masculine role models. And if things get too girly at Mary and Heather's place, Grandpa Dick can always take the kid hunting.

Second, fathers are great�my son couldn't agree more, Janice. And guess what? A lesbian couple can't have a child without one. For all we know, Mary and Heather, like so many other lesbian couples, used a known gay male sperm donor�Ken Mehlman? Mark Foley? Ted Haggard?�and this kid is going to have a father in his life.

Third, Concerned Women for America doesn't think Mary Cheney should have a baby. Great, fine, whatever. But Mary Cheney's uterus belongs to Mary Cheney, Janice, and she can do whatever the fuck she likes with it. She can have babies with it or keep her car keys in it or fill it up with potting soil and plant tulips in it. It's her fucking uterus, Janice, not yours. And if you keep inserting yourself into it people are gonna think you're a dyke too, or Heather Poe is going to show up on your doorstep and beat the holy living hell out of you.

Fourth, Concerned Women for America and the Christian Coalition and Mitt Romney and Pat Robertson have all made it clear that they think it's wrong for lesbians to have children. Would someone in the media please ask them the obvious follow-up question: How the fuck do they propose to stop lesbians from having children? Post two members of the National Guard at the entrance to every lesbian vagina in the country? Forced sterilizations at women's music festivals? Mandatory abortions for every lesbian who does manage to get herself pregnant?

Fifth, up in sane, sane Canada, a bill to reopen, and possibly reverse, the decision to legalize gay marriage failed by a wide margin in Parliament Thursday, December 7.

Tons of extra advice and insight for NUMB, the woman whose boyfriend lost feeling in his face during oral sex, can be read at thestranger.com/savage/numb.

You just have to :heart: Dan
 
@}-}rebecca---- said:
Q: This girl is questioning her boyfriend's sexuality. He cross-dresses, which I understand doesn't mean he's gay. But he frequently talks to gay men on the Internet and states that he is gay. He denies being gay and says he just thinks it's interesting to hear people's reactions. He says he never meets anyone, but I found MapQuest directions to Shank's house on his computer. When confronted he said that he just wanted to know where this person lived!

I don't mind the cross-dressing, but I have a problem with him possibly being gay. He has no male friendships and prefers friendships with women. Our relationship is at the point that we are considering marriage. All I feel is fear and doubt. �FEMALE IS SEEKING HELP

The bastard never showed up - and I had spent the afternoon getting myself all dressed out for him...

Dumb boy!


.
 
Dan Savage is sooooooooo mean, and yet often, so right on. I am ashamed to say that I not only read him, but enjoy him (um, his writings, of course, that is...)

:rolleyes: Neon


P.S., am still trying to figure out want to say about the previous post, LOL>

@}-}rebecca---- said:
'Freaked-Out Girl' Is So Gonna Get It
by Dan Savage


Q: I'm a 20-year-old straight girl. For six months I was dating a guy I thought was nice and normal. One way my boyfriend showed he cared, or so I thought, was by massaging my feet after work (I wait tables to pay my tuition). Then he confessed that he has a foot fetish. He wasn't rubbing my feet to be sweet or tender or considerate, but for his own selfish reasons. I dumped him. He was very upset and is still begging me to take him back. We had been talking about marriage, but that's over now. I don't want to be with someone who has a fetish. How can I know if he wants me back or just my feet? I know a lot of freaks write to you, and I enjoy reading about freaks, but I don't want to date a freak. Where can I find a normal man? ?FREAKED-OUT GIRL


A: I owe you an answer, FOG, considering the number of new assholes I've ripped you since your letter arrived in September. At speaking gigs around the country, I've held you up as a shining example of sexual selfishness. Your most recent asshole dates from my talk at Cornell two weeks ago, where I spoke to a few hundred students about politics, dungeons, butt plugs, and you. (Sorry I couldn't make porn night, Risley, and thanks for everything, Lauren.)

On to your question: Where do you find a normal man? I have no fucking idea, as I've never met one. Kink and variance seem to be a natural, intrinsic aspect of male sexuality. And while most men, like your ex, fall on the mild end of the mild-to-wild continuum, if you can't handle the odd non-normal sexual interest, FOG, I urge you to stop dating men, get a vibrator, and pack it in. But here's what I really want to say to you: Those foot rubs were fine?they were wonderful!?so long as you believed your boyfriend derived no pleasure from them. The moment you learned he enjoyed those foot rubs too?my goodness, they turned him on!?you were no longer capable of deriving any pleasure from them yourself.

You know what, FOG? You suck. You are the worst kind of sex partner: judgmental, selfish, and cruel. Should your boyfriend have come clean about his foot fetish sooner? Sure, maybe a month or two earlier. But not because you had some right to know what a freak he was, FOG, but because it would have spared him from getting more emotionally invested in a freakishly petty and sexually immature dumb fuck. I predict?no, I guarantee?that this is going to come back to haunt you. There is a Karmic Rule of Kink (KROK), FOG, and it goes something like this: "Dump the honest foot fetishist and you will marry the dishonest necrophiliac." Break up with a guy over his relatively tame fetish?and a foot fetish is about as tame as they get?and KROK will make sure your next boyfriend is some lying corpse-fucker who tells you only what you want to hear. ("Honestly, honey, I only like live girls!") Only after you've married the corpse-fucker and had a few kids?once extricating yourself from the marriage becomes a hugely complicated ordeal?will he ask you to lie in a tub of ice until you're good and cold.

And when you're lying in that tub of ice?and odds are you will, FOG, because you won't want to put your poor kids through a divorce?you'll remember that sweet, harmless foot fetishist whose heart you broke back in college, the man you could have married. And your heart will break.

Q: This girl is questioning her boyfriend's sexuality. He cross-dresses, which I understand doesn't mean he's gay. But he frequently talks to gay men on the Internet and states that he is gay. He denies being gay and says he just thinks it's interesting to hear people's reactions. He says he never meets anyone, but I found MapQuest directions to a man's house on his computer. When confronted he said that he just wanted to know where this person lived!

I don't mind the cross-dressing, but I have a problem with him possibly being gay. He has no male friendships and prefers friendships with women. Our relationship is at the point that we are considering marriage. All I feel is fear and doubt. ?FEMALE IS SEEKING HELP


A: If he's gay, you shouldn't marry him. If he isn't gay, you still shouldn't marry him. Because, FISH, gay or straight, your boyfriend is one big, fat, fucking mess. And gay or straight, this mess is making you miserable. DTMFA.

Speaking of messy homos, it feels strange to rush to the defense of Mary Cheney, the useless dyke daughter of our malevolent vice president. But I knew I had to speak up after Janice Crouse of Concerned Women for America called Cheney's pregnancy "unconscionable." A few thoughts for you, Janice:

First, because Christianists like you can't come out and say they oppose Cheney's pregnancy because it says right there in Leviticus that Mary Cheney should be put to death (along with all adulterers, rebellious slaves, and lobstermen), they're condemning Cheney for creating a "fatherless" child, a child that will have no masculine role models. Have you gotten a good look at Heather Poe, Mary Cheney's partner of 15 years? My son has two fathers, but Heather Poe's left labial lip is butcher than both of us put together. Even if Mary and Heather planned on raising their child on a deserted island somewhere, their kid wouldn't want for masculine role models. And if things get too girly at Mary and Heather's place, Grandpa Dick can always take the kid hunting.

Second, fathers are great?my son couldn't agree more, Janice. And guess what? A lesbian couple can't have a child without one. For all we know, Mary and Heather, like so many other lesbian couples, used a known gay male sperm donor?Ken Mehlman? Mark Foley? Ted Haggard??and this kid is going to have a father in his life.

Third, Concerned Women for America doesn't think Mary Cheney should have a baby. Great, fine, whatever. But Mary Cheney's uterus belongs to Mary Cheney, Janice, and she can do whatever the fuck she likes with it. She can have babies with it or keep her car keys in it or fill it up with potting soil and plant tulips in it. It's her fucking uterus, Janice, not yours. And if you keep inserting yourself into it people are gonna think you're a dyke too, or Heather Poe is going to show up on your doorstep and beat the holy living hell out of you.

Fourth, Concerned Women for America and the Christian Coalition and Mitt Romney and Pat Robertson have all made it clear that they think it's wrong for lesbians to have children. Would someone in the media please ask them the obvious follow-up question: How the fuck do they propose to stop lesbians from having children? Post two members of the National Guard at the entrance to every lesbian vagina in the country? Forced sterilizations at women's music festivals? Mandatory abortions for every lesbian who does manage to get herself pregnant?

Fifth, up in sane, sane Canada, a bill to reopen, and possibly reverse, the decision to legalize gay marriage failed by a wide margin in Parliament Thursday, December 7.

Tons of extra advice and insight for NUMB, the woman whose boyfriend lost feeling in his face during oral sex, can be read at thestranger.com/savage/numb.

You just have to :heart: Dan
 
neonflux said:
P.S., am still trying to figure out want to say about the previous post, LOL>
I have several from over the last year I am still working on, welcome to the wonderful wacky world of Dr. Rebecca....

:D
 
neonflux said:
Dan Savage is sooooooooo mean, and yet often, so right on. I am ashamed to say that I not only read him, but enjoy him (um, his writings, of course, that is...)
>
OMG Dan IS da Man. Your right he can be so harsh but Neon I have yet to read one of his responses and personally find him wrong. I'll never forget the advice he gave last year about a Domme insisting on attending family gathering ( this time of year I think ) and have her slave behave in a code normally kept for private or play parties. It was a cracker !!! I may try and find it.

Hows the form of the woman above dumping her partner because he actually enjoyed himself while giving her foot massages. What a stupid cow.

Anyhoooo..............smiles
 
Shankara20 said:
I have several from over the last year I am still working on, welcome to the wonderful wacky world of Dr. Rebecca....

:D

whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat Fu whaaaaaaaaaaaaat ............ :D :kiss:
 
@}-}rebecca---- said:
urrrm Fu it's Space Lube dude........ :)
when I'm ready for safe-sex and lube, I'm ready for safe-sex and lube - including play in Space....
 
Shankara20 said:
hee hee

thats one pics you will not find with Google

yep ain't that the truth Fu.........you know I am just sitting here thinking we could probably bounce coins of the back of those panties your wearing above. Flip you over there is 'ring toss' bit like a game of mini Coits. Your just the gift that keeps on giving my friend.

Awwwww :kiss:
 
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