Topic My last orgasm was...
09 May 2012 13:03
last week.... ;-(
and i have to wait several weeks before i can have another one.... on purpose...
Topic What are you listening to right now?
09 May 2012 12:44
the ducks quacking as they float along on the lake..... such an odd sound.... like a large family all talking at the same time...
Topic A Man's Place Is In The...
09 May 2012 12:10
turnouts do it for me EVERY TIME.....
still looking for the perfect one....
Topic Haiku...Lushly speaking
07 May 2012 19:58
my mind craves your words.
my heart wants your tender touch.
you are the best man.
Topic I dream of....
29 Apr 2012 20:53
having the one i long for most hold me and kiss my mouth...
Topic Ask the person below you any question
29 Apr 2012 20:49
Do gentlemen really prefer blondes?
do you ever wish you could point your finger and have the person of your dreams be yours for just a little while?
Topic right now.........
29 Apr 2012 20:32
stressing but trying to lay here and talk to my body to tell it why it needs to relax and sleep....
Topic Not folding your skirt under yourself when sitting down...
28 Apr 2012 22:04
All my skirts are ankle-length, so they don't need folding under me, it happens naturally.
A friend of mine had this beautiful crushed cotton dress once, the kind they tie round a stick when drying, so it sort of clings. When she sat down, through habit, she spread it out underneath her flat so she wouldn't crease it, forgetting it was meant to be creased. And unfortunately, when we leaving the cafe, we realised the reason people were staring was not because she was so pretty, but because her bum looked ten times bigger because the whole of the bit around her bum had been ironed flat, and hung out in a huge bubble while the rest of her dress was still clinging. She spent the rest of the day with her cardigan tied round her waist.
bwahahahahahahahahahahahaha.... this is the best story ever... i am still giggling....
Topic favourite poem
26 Apr 2012 18:39
this one my favorite today... who knows about tomorrow... it is by rosemarie urquico
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.
Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”
Topic Charles Bukowski... the REAL poet
26 Apr 2012 18:28
“there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.
people so tired
either by love or no love.
people just are not good to each other
one on one.
the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.
we are afraid.
our educational system tells us
that we can all be
it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.
or the terror of one person
aching in one place
watering a plant.”
― Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell