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Ruthie
Over 90 days ago
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Quote by DikDango
Right girls a little dilemma for you if you had the choice of no more periods ever again but the only catch is you have to give up your clit too or the annoying periods are worth having because you get to have a clit
This is quite possibly the stupidest question I have ever seen on Lush. No normal person could have come up with a question this ignorant of human sexuality. The clitoris has nothing to do with periods, for one thing. For another, the question is terribly misogynistic. It is filled, at least on a subconscious level, with the kind of hatred of women that should be found only in the wards of mental hospitals and prisons for the criminally insane, but has become more and more acceptable among religious fundamentalists of all persuasions.
What gave you the idea that having a period is something horrible? Are you like those men in the desert religions who believe that women are unclean during their periods and must be avoided at all cost, or is it just that you like the idea of mutilating women? What kind of sick mind comes up with questions like this one?
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I'd like to recommend some older movies. The Story of O is a bit dated now, and it seems a bit over the top and campy, but it's still a fun movie to watch.
9 1/2 Weeks, especially if you can find the unrated director's cut.
The Image from 1975, which is good girl/girl S&M.
Blue Velvet, with Dennis Hopper and Isabella Rossellini. The relationship between Hopper and Rossellini's characters is abusive and ugly, but the film explores that facet of TTWD very well. Like vanilla sex, BDSM isn't all fun and roses.
I enjoyed Mercy with Ellen Barkin, and watching Madonna in Body of Evidence. I liked Caligua/i] too, but not the first time I watched it. It sort of grew on me.
I didn't much care for The Pet either. I also didn't like Exit to Eden.
9 1/2 Weeks, especially if you can find the unrated director's cut.
The Image from 1975, which is good girl/girl S&M.
Blue Velvet, with Dennis Hopper and Isabella Rossellini. The relationship between Hopper and Rossellini's characters is abusive and ugly, but the film explores that facet of TTWD very well. Like vanilla sex, BDSM isn't all fun and roses.
I enjoyed Mercy with Ellen Barkin, and watching Madonna in Body of Evidence. I liked Caligua/i] too, but not the first time I watched it. It sort of grew on me.
I didn't much care for The Pet either. I also didn't like Exit to Eden.
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I can't really say that any professions are particularly sexy to me. I have dated firemen, a couple of teachers, one lawyer, several musicians, and one physicist. I guess musicians have the best chance of getting laid on a first date with me, but I don't find all of them sexy. Some men are sexy no matter what their profession, and some aren't sexy no matter what they do.
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Now my thoughts are with Boston. http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2013/04/15/177349725/apparent-explosions-rocks-boston-marathon-finish-line
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"A third explosion, which police say may be related, ripped through the JFK Library. No one was injured." From NPR.
Another sad example of peoples lack of empathy. To the bombers, we aren't really people. They don't see us as being like them.
We're a species of killer apes who managed to invent technology to make murder as easy as peeling bananas. Unless we evolve socially as well as technologically, we're doomed.
Another sad example of peoples lack of empathy. To the bombers, we aren't really people. They don't see us as being like them.
We're a species of killer apes who managed to invent technology to make murder as easy as peeling bananas. Unless we evolve socially as well as technologically, we're doomed.
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Also:
William Shakespeare - Sonnet #29
When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least,
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
William Shakespeare - Sonnet #29
When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least,
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
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“My Last Duchess”
Robert Browning
That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call
That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf’s hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
Will’t please you sit and look at her? I said
“Fra Pandolf” by design, for never read
Strangers like you that pictured countenance,
The depth and passion of its earnest glance,
But to myself they turned (since none puts by
The curtain I have drawn for you, but I)
And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,
How such a glance came there; so, not the first
Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, ’twas not
Her husband’s presence only, called that spot
Of joy into the Duchess’ cheek: perhaps
Fra Pandolf chanced to say “Her mantle laps
Over my lady’s wrist too much,” or “Paint
Must never hope to reproduce the faint
Half-flush that dies along her throat”: such stuff
Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough
For calling up that spot of joy. She had
A heart—how shall I say?—too soon made glad,
Too easily impressed; she liked whate’er
She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.
Sir, ’twas all one! My favour at her breast,
The dropping of the daylight in the West,
The bough of cherries some officious fool
Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule
She rode with round the terrace—all and each
Would draw from her alike the approving speech,
Or blush, at least. She thanked men,—good! but thanked
Somehow—I know not how—as if she ranked
My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name
With anybody’s gift. Who’d stoop to blame
This sort of trifling? Even had you skill
In speech—(which I have not)—to make your will
Quite clear to such an one, and say, “Just this
Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss,
Or there exceed the mark”—and if she let
Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set
Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse,
—E’en then would be some stooping; and I choose
Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt,
Whene’er I passed her; but who passed without
Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;
Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands
As if alive. Will’t please you rise? We’ll meet
The company below, then. I repeat,
The Count your master’s known munificence
Is ample warrant that no just pretence
Of mine for dowry will be disallowed;
Though his fair daughter’s self, as I avowed
At starting, is my object. Nay, we’ll go
Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,
Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,
Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!
Robert Browning
That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call
That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf’s hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
Will’t please you sit and look at her? I said
“Fra Pandolf” by design, for never read
Strangers like you that pictured countenance,
The depth and passion of its earnest glance,
But to myself they turned (since none puts by
The curtain I have drawn for you, but I)
And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,
How such a glance came there; so, not the first
Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, ’twas not
Her husband’s presence only, called that spot
Of joy into the Duchess’ cheek: perhaps
Fra Pandolf chanced to say “Her mantle laps
Over my lady’s wrist too much,” or “Paint
Must never hope to reproduce the faint
Half-flush that dies along her throat”: such stuff
Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough
For calling up that spot of joy. She had
A heart—how shall I say?—too soon made glad,
Too easily impressed; she liked whate’er
She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.
Sir, ’twas all one! My favour at her breast,
The dropping of the daylight in the West,
The bough of cherries some officious fool
Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule
She rode with round the terrace—all and each
Would draw from her alike the approving speech,
Or blush, at least. She thanked men,—good! but thanked
Somehow—I know not how—as if she ranked
My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name
With anybody’s gift. Who’d stoop to blame
This sort of trifling? Even had you skill
In speech—(which I have not)—to make your will
Quite clear to such an one, and say, “Just this
Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss,
Or there exceed the mark”—and if she let
Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set
Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse,
—E’en then would be some stooping; and I choose
Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt,
Whene’er I passed her; but who passed without
Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;
Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands
As if alive. Will’t please you rise? We’ll meet
The company below, then. I repeat,
The Count your master’s known munificence
Is ample warrant that no just pretence
Of mine for dowry will be disallowed;
Though his fair daughter’s self, as I avowed
At starting, is my object. Nay, we’ll go
Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,
Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,
Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!
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I prefer hetro porn to girl/girl with the exception of certain spanking videos which feature a younger woman being spanked by an older, stern woman. I don't really care for straight girl/girl, although I don't suppose it should really be called straight. I find some BDSM girl/girl to be really hot, but again, mostly when one of the women is a stern no-nonsense mature type, or one of the women is really dominant. I always thought that men liked girl/girl because they got to see more than one girl naked at a time.
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Quote by Plunger
Age is a state of mind, but at some point it bumps against reality!
This is pretty much what I was going to say. Age is more than a number, it's how you feel, how you act, how you think. You can think like a twenty year old and be eighty, but the wrinkles will probably still keep you from getting dates with young men. I think it's easier for men to age. Look how well Hugh Hefner is doing. Can you name an 87 year old woman who's recently married s 26 year old?
That's not fair. She's a year younger than me. I might be too old for Hugh Hefner.
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1: Two hot hetro guys who have been lost at sea with plenty of food and water, but no sex, for weeks. (These two come as a pair and count as one item.)
2: A crate of edible body oils in various flavors.
3: A Storms of Pleasure Deluxe Delightware system.
4: A Dune buggy with a full tank and ten five gallon cans of gas.
5: A chocolate fountain.
2: A crate of edible body oils in various flavors.
3: A Storms of Pleasure Deluxe Delightware system.
4: A Dune buggy with a full tank and ten five gallon cans of gas.
5: A chocolate fountain.
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Isn't anyone concerned about how losing their virginity to a different person might affect the universe? I'd like to go back in time and change things just to see what happened to the future. Aside from that, no. If it hadn't been him it would have been someone else, and that would have been okay too.
