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Most female bio's list, married, bi, bi-curious or lesbian, just wondering if there are any single straight females:ages 25-45 is a fairly good range.

Yes, we exist. We're usually off in the woods, running around so that the breeze makes our hair all ethereal. We also pee rainbows and poo glitter. I'm not very straight if my back is bad, though. It makes me drag my leg.

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Funny you should say that. I spoke to a Primary School teacher a while ago, and she said that glitter was "the syphilis of the craft world".

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MIND ME SAYING???

(You could PISS Historical Fiction, Dais...)

xx SF

Bless you, lad. I've only done one medieval one, although I did start another. The started one is a lesbian one, so I didn't get very far.

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The suspected witch would be fed stale bread while she awaits her inquisition. During the inquisition, if her answers aren't satisfactory, ginger will be shoved up her culo... So, yes and no.

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You better read my anal inquisition of a young suspected witch in 1478 Spain story.

Is there any gingerbread in it? In the story, I mean, not any anal orifices...

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I'm proud of you girls...and guy for jumping right in there and having a go! Nice to see you here Daisy. Bitch.

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Twitter limits the # people I can follow.

You've tweeted twice in 3 years, so I'll not be adding you, sorry!

I've posted boobies a couple of times. That's why you follow me, isn't it?

I don't really get Twitter. When I remember to log on, I see a huge list from one or two people tweeting or re-tweeting the same posts, and the more I scroll, the more I see their stuff. Maybe they tweet so much, or the people I'd like to read from tweet so little?

I post now and again, but I'm not sure if it gets seen (or if it's worth it), considering how much I get on it. However, my thingy is @daisyshylass, if you want the odd tweet o' crap now and again.

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heres an opinion that isnt easily rejected,u cant tell me,and im sure a handful of other Lushies out there who possibly feel the same way,that ego among the moderators looking over the stories dont let that creep into thier decision-making when it comes to accepting poems/stories,on something that has no clear definition among the other categories,if thats the case,then somebody needs to put thier foot down and put a stop to it.

Here's a shock for you: some of the moderators are human. But even the human ones are able to put aside their egos (even those who have more substantial kinds than others) and make a site moderator team decision.

If more writers put their passion, desires, motivation, energy, vehemence, hurt, tears, attitude and arsey-ness into their writing, they'd find much less of their work rejected (I am not referring to the original poster of this thread here).

The story moderators have a job to do. Where their egos stop them seeing something clearly, they discuss it with their team (they used to, so I presume that still happens). If you don't like their call, perhaps politely asking for some pointers might get you somewhere.

Enough of us members put our feet down in tantrums that it means the moderators don't need to. Don't like a call? Surprise them, and produce something that transcends their expections by working hard, researching, and, dare I say it, listening to help and advice that is freely offered not only on the forum pages, but through individuals. They are around if you bother to look...

I know hardly any of the team now, but some things remain constant on Lush, and it's not only moderators who might be guilty of letting ego cloud an issue now and again.

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This poem is the second part of one that was published to the site on 7/17/15 called Enigmatic Shadow

enjoy, and comment if you would like. Personally I think it should have been allowed to be published....


Enigma Resolved


Not quite content
To wait anymore
I gathered my things
Followed you out the door

Down the road you went
Strolled at a leisurely pace
If noticed following
I’d have had a red face!

Around the corner
Just up ahead you stopped
If I’d noticed a minute later
I would have been caught

Following just a bit slower
My heart still beating quick
I wonder where you are going
Will knowing do the trick?

Waiting for you to tell me
Where this ‘friendship’ will go
Is driving me absolutely crazy
I really must needs know

Up ahead you finally stop
At a house in the middle of a row
You fumble a bit with a key
Then in the door you go

The windowpanes are shuttered
The curtains are all drawn
I am out of luck to see in
A fence around the neat lawn

Huffing out an exasperated sigh
I sit down upon the curb
I followed you for nothing
Because I don’t dare disturb

I failed to notice
The door opening again
Suddenly there is a shadow
Damn! Its caught I’ve been!


What are you doing here?
Did you actually follow me?
All that I could do
Was nod my head yes in honesty


I asked you to be patient
For just a little while more
Why did you have to follow me
To my mother’s door


I really wish you hadn’t
Gone and followed me here
Lovers or Friends
The answer is now clear


If had you been patient
Its lovers it would have been
But without the most basic trust
I can’t even consider you a friend


Please take your leave now
Don’t contact me anymore
Lose my telephone number
Do not darken my mother’s door


I stood up, looked you in the eye
Desperately trying to apologize
You shook your head and turned away
I had actually ruined things I realized


With no chance I turned and left
Returning from whence I came
Neither lover nor friend now
I’ve only myself to blame



In trying to solve the mystery
That was the enigmatic shadow man
I missed a chance at true love
Now, always alone I am doing the best I can

Well done for being brave enough to submit your work, and subsequently posting it here. It always takes guts.

I read your piece, but I haven't read all the replies, so sorry if this reply is superfluous.

If I was a moderator, I'm afraid I would also have sent back your poem.

To me, a follow-on piece should also have an ounce of stand=alone backbone. This particular piece, for me, is a short story of what was physically happening, with the odd dash of wondering and waiting, a smidgen of wishing, and a turn-about of what appears to be some sort of giving up at the end.



As a reader expecting a romantic poem, I would be looking for the depths of what was happening in your heart and spirit. I want to read words of impact and feeling, and have them affect me tangibly. I want them to make my mind run away and find your experience in my own being.

The first "feeling" I read in your piece (other than the initial slight irritation of the first line) is that you'd have a red face if he'd noticed you. As a reader of romantic poetry, that's not enough. I want to feel the burn on your skin, the heat of your embarassment blazing into the air between you. I want to be scorched by the desire bouncing off his gaze and back to your shameful position.

If he had caught you, what would have happened? Your heart is beating quick, but why? Are you just physically out of breath, or is your passion rising from the deep, calling to be sated and held in his arms? Make me feel what you feel. I want to know! Where is the passion to follow this man, and why? Crawl into my head and ignite the same curiousity you have, and the effect it has on you within the piece.



I loved this part:

The windowpanes are shuttered
The curtains are all drawn
I am out of luck to see in
A fence around the neat lawn

I see a double meaning in this, and that inspires my imagination to think deeper about what it is you might actually be saying. Is it both metaphor and reality? Or just more observation? Is it literal description, or the fight to be ushered in where you may not tread alone? Does it matter? Could it matter? Where might it take you? This is an element of what I would be looking for as a moderator.



Sadly, I am confused about the second half of your piece (from the tenth stanza). Is the man talking to you? Are you using dialogue here, so he's talking and you're replying?

I am vociferously pro-punctuation. I find the lack of it any poetic work (not just yours) infuriating from a personal point of view, and particularly from a reader's point of view, very confusing. If I have to fight to understand who is saying what, or when, or when to breathe mid-sentence, or where the focus of the words and flow should be, then something is not working. I find very few poets can use this style and still sweep me away with them.

In your piece, it caused me exasperation in the beginning (again, this is my personal preference on style), and latterly, extreme confusion because I'm not sure what is going on. If you might consider trying some punctuation to clarify what's happening, I would find that helpful as a reader. That is your personal choice, of course. If I were a moderator, I would have suggested it. I want you to make me run, or skip, or stand still, or rage, or slump in sorrow by the pace of your words, and punctuation is a great tool for enabling that to happen.



The last stanza of your poem talks about the mystery and enigma of the man. For me, the mystery and enigma is that I don't know what the mystery and enigma is. Is he an enigmatic shadowman because he is beyond your reach? Because you could not catch him? How did you miss your chance? Because you couldn't catch him? Because he didn't fancy you back? Because... why? Did I have to read the first poem to find that out? The follow-on piece should do that without the need for the first, in my opinion. Yes, it is a development of the first, but it needs to have a thread of recognition in it. For me, not knowing what the enigma could possibly be makes this poem like a jigsaw without the middle pieces.

How did you miss your chance at true love? How does that make you feel? Are you annoyed but accepting? Are you left with inner turmoil and and a rip in the fabric of your heart? Where do you sit now? Is he a dream that you will follow in the night? Or does he slide from your today and dance on your regrets like sunshine through leaves? I want to feel the romance of your following obession. I want to be swayed by your emotions on the page, not just the story of the going, talking and rejection.

For me, whilst you have obviously worked hard, this piece doesn't fit in the "love poem" category, because I cannot touch and taste the emotions, or smell the salt tears in the flow.




I hope I haven't offended you. As I said, this is my opinion. I would, however, encourage you to read what others have written in reply to you. We all need to find our own style, but we can only do that by finding what does and doesn't work for us. That's a horribly long process, but it can be worth it if we want to be better writers. Some advice is good, some is not, but we don't know until we try. Good luck, and persevere!

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The tiresome, awful habit of some poor, unimaginative writers who constantly, unnecessarily pepper their droning, long-winded prose with superfluous, pointless adjectives.

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Now you're calling me a tart, I know you are. That ain't so bad. I found some 'art' for you my lil cherub.



And since you might actually BE the founder of The Crooked Tiara Society, I should probably present you with one of these. Who got called '"Princess" first? I think it might have been you lol. Wear it with pride girly. and no you can't exchange it.

Better a sweet tart than a crabby old vinegar, innit.






As for your ass, I can only reply with a healthy double dollop of cheek and a bottle of plonk.

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Calm your tits girly!

I'll have you know that according to Sources Who Know, my tits are rather spectacular.

And since this is the Random Thread, here is a random picture. Of a tart. Nom nom.

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Let's see I can make this make sense :P
Our brains can only register a certain number of "frames" per second.
Imagine a second hand on a clock spinning as per normal... (assume one of those smooth moving ones, not a tick tick one haha)...

In one "frame" at this slow speed:
... Your brain registers the hand pointing to the 12, and then again several microseconds later at another position slightly closer to the 1
... The magic of your lying brain tells you that you have seen it move smoothly from one position to the other

Ok, now we speed up the arm...
... Imagine, again, that the initial position on the arm is registered at the 12
... But now imagine that the second position that you register the arm is pointing at the 11 because the arm has travelled all that way around in the tiny time frame
... Your lying brain now says, "oh, ok, so that arm has moved from the 12 to the 11 in one "frame""
... Your brain fills in the gaps and tells you that the arm is rotating anticlockwise

The way you "see" rotations is dependant on where the objects are at each given "frame"
Another way to look at it is to imagine that your brain blinks (much faster than your eyes haha), so it fills in the gaps with the information it has.

That all made sense in my head, but I have no idea if it does to anyone else :P

This is going to make a huge amount of sense after I've had some alcohol. Thank you.