civil engineer, professional theater and big band musician, and totally new to fiction writing. While an undergrad student, had several articles published in international scholarly journals in geology and in history, but have never published any fictional material. Well - except on here, obviously. Not looking to "hookup" or for relationships. Just looking to interact with other aspiring writers. Oh, and gratuituous online sex - did I mention that? (grin....no, make that .... leer)
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Blows Against The Empire - Jefferson Starship - 1970Paul Kantner, Grace Slick, Jerry Garcia, David Crosby, Steven Stills, Graham Nash, and a host of other incredible musicians.It does not get any better than this. (And it didn't in that era, either)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gEdPfHBXqNc
Most famous I ever met? Well - lessee - as a high school band musician, I played for and was introduced to three presidents (although they weren't president at the time) - Kennedy, Johnson and Nixon.As a Navy musician, I had a phone conversation with Admiral Tom Moorer, after I played Roast Beef of Old England on fife for him. He asked me to say hi to my dad, whom he knew from Westinghouse's Nuclear Instrumentation Division; and I played a concert under the baton of Arthur Feidler in 1976, after which he invited me to audition for the utility flute/piccolo chair with Boston Symphony.I played for about six months at a club where Blaze Starr was part owner, and danced a few times. Shared drinks with her and the rest of the dancers and musicians between shows.I suppose all those "count" as meetings, but the one I think is more important to me was the time I went to a blues club in Nashville. Turned out, it was jointly owned by "Boots" Randolph and Chet Adkins. "Boots" was playing that night, and between sets, we got to talking. So, after the gig, I went to his house where we sat around and drank Jack Daniels and played tenor sax duets together for a couple of hours. I have always considered that as having had a music lesson from him, because he said so many things about playing and performing that I have remembered since.
I think it's a good idea to get on with yr neighbours if u can ... I do hope that the slow, then accelerating, inflow of business capital will be channelled wisely and not, again, produce the sort of conditions that gave rise to the civil war that brought Fidel Castro to power ... no repeats please <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/eusa_shhh.gif" alt="Shhh"> <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/angel7.gif" alt="angel7"> Exactly. The only reason there was a Cuban revolution in the first place was US capitalist interests mistreating the Cuban people. Remember, Cuba was controlled (mostly) by Domino Sugar and people like Sam Giancomo. When Fidel Castro kicked them out and established himself politically, the first thing he did was approach the US seeking an alliance. Eisenhower and Congress turned him down, so he did what any sensible person would have done; he approached the other biggest power in the world. It was American stupidity that drove Castro into the alliance with the Soviet Union. (They, of course, were pleased as could be: "An alliance with a country just ninety miles off the coast of our most dangerous enemy? Sure! Welcome aboard, comrade!")
MY favorite actress - I have always had the hots for her, even though she is my mom's age. https://upload.lushstories.com/1541181360-Katharine_Hepburn_nude_naked.jpg My fav orite singer - sometimes sexy is more attitude than a fantastic body. https://upload.lushstories.com/231742524-janis6.jpg
I think Robert Heinlein had it pretty close to right when he wrote in Time Enough For Love "The more you love, the more you can love -- and the more intensely you love. Nor is there any limit on how many you can love. If a person had time enough, he could love all of that majority who are decent and just. "That said, there is some merit to the argument that "true love" is indicated by the willingness to self-sacrifice. I can state with absolute surety that I am an example of someone who is unable to put a person ahead of my muse. Does that mean I place myself first? Not necessarily. I place music performance and the audience first. Consequently, I have played jobs when I was running a temperature over 100; I have played jobs when I was tired, both mentally and physically; I have played jobs where I drove over 100 miles and played for free. I have played outdoors in the rain, and in snow, and I have played indoors where there was not heat and the temperature was so low you could see your breath. After one of my best big band performances several years ago, I drove myself to the hospital, where I was diagnosed with pneumonia. So I would say that I did not put myself first; I made a sacrifice for the music. MY third marriage ended because I felt so guilty taking time from us to play, that my wife said to me, "I can't let you do this to yourself any more. I am leaving you, so that you can play music without feeling guilty." I was so depressed, I nearly committed suicide, and had figured out how to do it, but couldn't get a substitute to play a job I had scheduled (and for which people had paid money for tickets), and couldn't figure out how to be sure someone would find my dog before she suffered. So, instead of hanging myself in the basement, I put on my tux, and went and played the job. Fortunately, during that performance, I had a request from someone to play in a pit orchestra for a show the following week. One job led to another, and now, seven years later, I am probably as happy, overall, as I have ever been in my life.There is still one individual whom I love more than any others, but I know that I cannot commit to a person; I am already committed to music. There are others for whom I feel deeply - is that love? I think it is.
The last of a bottle of Sophia Blanc de Blancs 2012 , by Francis Coppola Winery, which I opened yesterday. (Yes, I have one of those spring-loaded capper thingys, that keeps the bubbly from going flat.)
I know this sounds counter-intuitive, but I believe we would not have made the Vietnam mistake again, had there still been a draft. There was such public outrage over that effed-up war, that Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, Syria and all that crap would be completely off the table. We all know the only reasons for our military involvement in the Middle East are economic - mostly driven by the large oil companies, with a great deal of help from such as Raytheon, Boeing, Halliburton, and a gazillion other companies dependent on war as their main source of profits.
I wrote this down a few months ago - Lord knows what I was up to, but these things sorta just popped into my head. I was cleaning out some "dead" files in my 'puter today, and came across them. They seem like the kind of things we often discuss here on Lush, so I'm tossing them out for everyone to leap on. (or not, maybe they aren't interesting at all - only to ME) LOLFor as long as I can remember I have wished that I had a vagina and a clitoris, and breasts. But I like having a cock, too. I like being male. I know that seems strange, but I think it is probably really fairly common, and is the basis for all futa stories, whether written by women or by men; by heterosexuals, homosexuals (that word seems so one-sided. Can one say femosexuals?) well - gays, transsexuals, or bisexuals of any sort.If I were Magical King of the World, everyone would spend two years as the mature opposite of their birth sex, before they could be truly considered to be adults. After the two years were up, they'd be allowed to choose which sex they'd like to be. If they desired, they could also choose to be both. People would also be able to decide if and when they wanted to get pregnant. That way, anyone who wanted to, could have the experience of pregnancy and childbirth, and anyone who didn't want to would not have to.During that two year period, they would also be working in the service of their country. They need not be members of the military; all countries have far more civilian jobs than military. But I think it is important for everyone to give something back to his or her country. Also, during that period, they would not have the right to vote, or to participate in the selection of who runs their government. I believe voting is both a right and a privilege; one that must be earned. I also believe people should work under their existing regime before they should have the right to change it.
It isn't just our gun laws that are insane. Our entire foreign and domestic policies are insane. We are the most dangerous entity on the face of the earth. Attila The Hun, Genghis Kahn, Queen Isabella (think Spanish Inquisition), the Borgias, la Cosa Nostra and possibly even Josef Stalin have nothing on us for violence, killing, torture, and general worldwide mayhem; nor do they for the egregious act8ions taken against our own populace.
Just took the survey. Was stumped at the favorite author question though, because I seem to be fickle. I suppose it all depends on what I am in the mood to read at any given time.
“ONLY FOUR MORE SHOPPING DAYS LEFT!” The moving banner screamed at him, as he stood in the crowded station. The train came into the station, and screeched to a stop. The crowd surged forward to the opening doors. His arm was pressed from behind, and his hand was firmly pressed into the cleft of the behind of the woman standing in front of him. He started to apologize, but then a gap...
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VERSES VERSUS – Lines Dashed Off in Response to Challenges Shower Scene The spray was hot, and full of steam. The couple stood beneath. His fingers in her female seam; She sucked air through clenched teeth. And even though the water cooled, (They'd been in there an hour) She loved the way that he had fooled With her clit in the shower. Belly Buttons Some...
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Poppet was a person, not a puppet; that point must be perfectly clear. Feeling not terribly devotional that Palm Sunday, she was perusing porn on her Palm Pilot while she was perched in her pew at the Pineview Pentecostal Chapel. Her perky breasts rose and fell as she watched the scene silently unfold beneath her hymnbook. Her paramour, Peter, perched in the pew next to her, glanced at...
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Well. That was interesting, wasn’t it? We’ll play with your little titties again tomorrow. For now, just close your eyes and rest. Did you have a good nappy? Do you need to go potty? Ok. But remember to catch the little dribbles with a tissue. You wouldn’t want to stain those cute little pink panties. Now that you’re back, I think it’s time we did something about that little tiny – it’s...
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Carla drummed her fingernails on the desk beside her phone as she wrestled with her conscience. Alice’s message had been clear. The weekend was looming on the horizon, and she and Gerald wanted Carla to come out and play. But Carla‘s memory of Doris’ spanking was still so fresh and vivid. Just thinking of it, she could feel herself beginning to swell, and she needed to open and close her...
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Never Again Will I be able To taste apple butter; Never Again Will I be able To hear fireworks in the distance; Never Again Will I be able To stand beside rushing waters; Never Again Will I be able To see mountains and skies; Never Again Will I be able To eat a peach; Never Again Will I be able To do those things, Without ...
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I often lust for someone Whom I think is pretty neat. And if I were in bed with her I’d nibble on her feet. And then I’d work my way up And lick her on her calf. She’d prob’ly start to giggle And tell me that I’m daft. But I’d keep going northward; Her words I would not heed. I’d stroke on her inner thigh, While I kissed inside her knee. When her breath came...
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CHAPTER ONE Ever since they made her a partner, Carla had been toying with the idea of buying a house. On Sundays, she would sit in her bed, with the paper and her coffee, perusing the Real Estate section. On April 14, she got up at her usual late Sunday morning hour of 9, donned her silk kimono robe and padded into the kitchen to make coffee. Maurice was nowhere to be seen, but she knew he...
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I love a sexy lady With handcuffed hands and feet. I love to lick and nibble Her place that tastes so sweet. Or tie her wrists and ankles With a strong Hentai bow. Then spread her lovely knees wide And make her juices flow. I’d inflict some loving pain; Clothes pins upon a tit. Maybe use a riding crop To spank her pulsing clit. And when she’s really begging ...
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“Lada dedadeda de, la de da, la de da,” Carla hummed a snippet of Mozart’s Minuet in G to herself as she dialed the phone. “Hi, Carla! What are you up to, girlfriend?” Alice asked into the phone. “How did you know… oh, duh. Caller ID. Silly me. I just finished an experiment, and thought I’d bring it over to share, and get yours and Gerald’s opinion on it,” Carla replied. ...
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