***if you are not who you appear to be/are using the avatar that is not yours please tell me. Cause I am 100% who and what I appear to be on here, and cause of that, it hurts, like really fucking hurts, loosing you over something trivial such as that, cause, at the end of the day, if I open up to you (and you will know when I have) I wont care no matter what, as long as you just let me know. Cheers***So, I see you've found yourself in my little corner of lush. The fact you're reading this makes you very welcome here. So, now for a little bit about me. Well, first of my names Violet (yes that's my name haha) and I'm a proud true blue Australian xD. I'm also a hopeless romantic and nothing can get me more turned on than a passionate intimate moment shared with a significant other. Male or female, it doesn't matter..... though, from my experiences, us gals do it better. Though, mind you, I've been broken by both in the past. So I guess that leads me to my sexuality, which, I hope you can tell by now, I play for both teams haha. The one thing I won't tolerate is not being given respect. I'll repeat that. Please respect me, and no, telling me, "how hard your dick is right now"...or "the fact you came over my pictures" or asking me "how wet are you rn" or m"whats my cup size" in your first message is not respectfull. Now as to my pictures, you may have noticed already, or, may have not gotten there yet, but no, I don't have pictures of my tits or pussy just there for all to see, nor do I have pictures of my face. This is as I'm highly insecure....I mentioned being hurt before, yes? Well, blame it on that. With that said, I do have some pictures in an album that a select trusted and loved can see and you yourself may even be privillaged enough in due time to see them too. To finish this up cause I fear its going on for ever I'd like to admit that I'm far from perfect. I'm insecure and havnt been at home since 16....I've also dipped in and out depression and as a result of that alcoholism and drug addiction. In turn I use lush as an escape and as an emotional release. So at times I may be fairly down and other times pretty out of it. Just please be careful with me and if I do open up to you, please don't fuck with me, cause it means you actually mean a lot to mean. One last thing, thanks Bianca, Lilly, Kat & finally Megan cause you've helped me through a lot whether you know it or not. I love you all and each and every one of you are dear to me.Violet ovoxo xD
Apparently in AU we use "jut" (pronounced joot) as well as vajayjay, poontang, punani (all of which I've heard actually used) and fanny. As to whether or not these are my favorite. Thats another question entirely xD
This is a bit of a book so be warned XDAlthough a bit late to the scene, I have been following this thread for a while. I think it's great that such a project such as project semi colon has occurred. One of the things I really like about it, and what stands out for me, is the fact that it’s a symbol, and one that can be seen in public, is noticeable. Lots of us out there have difficulty talking, expressing ourselves, and because of it, often, it’s very easy for us to see ourselves as alone in the world. But with this, even if you're not talking, or expressing what you've gone through, the shit you're dealing with, if you pass by someone and catch that tattoo, a symbol of so much, it’s a reminder, you're not alone in the world, and perhaps, since this person has been through a lot, you might have the courage, feel comfortable enough to talk with them. I know, that’s true for myself. if I know someone’s gone through shit, like me, I feel more safe, secure to talk of my own struggles, difficulties. The other important thing about it, is but by looking down, seeing that symbol it’s a direct link to the thought of pushing on. It works on a neurological level, many things have this effect like seeing a yellow smiley face and feeling happy, even if ever so slight, but this is the first ever one I've seen in relation to suicide. It’s truly so simple, but so amazing and exceptional.Now, expanding from there, I guess, I’ll speak a little more, on the good and the bad, and a little of myself, how it all relates to me. Not on this particular project, but people’s mental struggles in general, and what’s going on within society in general; though I can only speak from my experience, perspective, form my city, my state, my country; Australia. As I said, I can only applaud project semi colon, everything thing it does, but it is only one project, only reaches one fraction of the people who need things like it. It’s a project from the roots; from the bottom up, however there needs to be more, going along the same metaphor, it needs to come from the canopy too, both working together.In my experience, the most difficult thing is talking. There seems to be this perception that if you talk, reveal what lies behind the veneer of perfection that is expected to be put on you will be prosecuted by society. I generally tend to believe that its true. I think this comes from the notion of the “hard, rough, rugged, strong Aussie battler.” Although Australia supposedly has a good public health system that supports those who otherwise couldn’t in society, most of the homeless I see are there because of mental illness. They can’t find work, or are given an opportunity because they’re fragile or unstable. I myself would be in that boat, luckily my boss is a family friend (well, friends of the people who I call family, and are more family to me than anyone else) and supports me, nourishes me, gives me time of when I need it, hasn’t fired me because he listens, understands. Like I said, this notion of talking… admission of pain, struggles, an inability to cope is considered inherently wrong. So people just don’t. They keep it all within until they explode. Even admitting you have a psychologist effects your chances of success greatly. This is just oh so wrong. However, things are changing, albeit ever so slow. Although I still hear things along the lines of “you shouldn’t speak of such things” or “just toughen up, put on a smile, pretend you’re happy” progress has been made. Just last year, a prominent figure in society, a sporting star, came out, and not only admitted his depression, but the sporting team he played for supported him. He didn’t lose his job, now recovered, he still plays. This is a good start, the first time I’ve ever seen it happen, from the top down so to say. This alongside projects like semi colon, or even opportunities like this forum here, created by Sprite, to talk on such matters, have a safe place to express are also oh so important. So thank you Sprite, for initiating this, having the courage to speak a little on your own difficulties. Now the other problem I see, and one that goes hand in hand with the first, is once you start speaking, a lot of things are revealed, and you yourself can kind of diminish your problem. Think it’s nothing compared to what others are going through. This sounds really true to me. Often I’ve been brushed of when I’ve tried to speak, express, I’ve heard things like “you’re just emotional…Weak” and been told to “just get over it.” After hearing it so often, from so many people as well as knowing the things others have gone through, I can’t help but to begin to believe it’s true. After all, others have dealt with so much, and they seem to be coping fine. Whereas me..me…I’ve never been raped, or physically abused, yet….yet at times I can’t even get out of bed, or need to self-medicate with things such as e or oxy just to numb the pain. I constantly fall in and out of depression, are so insecure, anxious in crowds, around people that I have very few friends. But why should I? after all, my issues pale compared to others. All that’s happened to me was being exiled from all of my family, due to my mother’s opinion of me, my personality…sexuality, got cheated on by a guy who I loved with all of my heart, every fibre of my being, his reason being; if you were prettier, I wouldn’t of had to and finally, after becoming another’s world, their sole dependence in life, being told by them that this is their final goodbye, that they can't...couldn’t anymore, and I unable to do anything about it, not even get a response…to find out hours later that she had killed herself. So yeah, idk, I still feel so stupid, and weak for not being able to cope, deal, and that’s a product of society, or me myself. Anyways, the point of all that is that, even when talking happens, there needs to be a fundamental understanding that the struggles that one is going through is as real to them as anything else. Not that one thing is more than another, because our perception is our perception, it isn’t either or, it just is.Brining this to a close, thanks Rachel, for starting something such as this forum on Lush. My heart goes out to you, and I admire any and all who try to make a difference, be it an ear to listen, a shoulder to cry on, brining things to light, starting a project, or attempting to change the perception of society. Everything big and small makes a difference.
Syncopated breathing, such harmony, heart beating, chest heaving, in love with this feeling. Toes curling, lost in waves after wave of bliss
Could the sound of a particular voice count as a fetish? Even if not..I don't know about all of you... but boy some vocalists get me wet.... ~blushes~On a side note, Jack Daniels, and whiskey in general is both nice, and reminds me of that dancing doll story... which is much tastier... the one where you assume its a guy but its actually a girl
Liz & Sprite, bare, blushing and wet, what a sight, fingers slip in, the feeling right, mews and moans, they cum, their joy echoing in the night,140 characters...I'm pretty sure? in poetic prose & lush specific... twas super proud
Om Does anyone remember that was over 500 years ago and not really relevant to the reality of our current day and age as a great deal has changed over the course of those 500 years? On the contrary it is very relevant and valid too I might add. And if not, why not? Are you suggesting it's not relevant or valid to this day an age because it is no longer how Christians act? If so, which I think is highly likely it proves the other point I made even more. This is because you said Religions (Muslim) and Societies (Islamic) can't change. Yet, oh my, did you just say Christianity/a vast part of western society did? A bit contradictory there I must say. Might want to rethink your logic there...
I do not claim to be an expert with regard to Islam, rather I take the word of those who ARE, like the Saudi head cleric who has made it clear that ISIS is perfectly compatible with the teachings of Islam. And, others such as Salman Rushdi and those like him who are honest Muslims who have been willing to risk everything including their very lives in order to tell us the truth regarding Islam and it's goals. I've also listened to what Muslims in Muslim nations have had to say for years (as far back as 1948 with Abdul Nassir and right on up to today) and among the lessons I've learned in life that have helped me to survive to my current age is to take death threats and all who make them... SERIOUSLY! the calls for the "extermination of ALL infidel" have been strident and non stop... NOT 500 years ago... HERE, NOW and in the world we CURRENTLY live in. As to your "cultural" argument, as I told Noll (who pointed out that a "reformation" of Islam is extremely unlikely) what needs to be realized is that we are all animals just like any other species and putting jackals in with domesticated dogs will NOT transform the jackals into domesticated animals. Islam IS their culture... and with it sharia law with all of it's intolerance, and sadistic brutality. Expecting them to leave it behind is like expecting a skunk not to stink. I'm going to call you out again on this one, but other Religions can also be misconstrued and warped to promote Violence and many things that generally is frowned upon by humanity. Once more, I will use Christianity. Apologies Christians I'm not having a go at you, it is just the religion I am most familiar with. But look at the Old Testament, an eye for an eye and the such. If that part is pinpointed down, a counter terrorist group could just as easily be formed quoting exactly that to justify a holy war on Islam. All in all, your "a jackal will be a jackal" comment is very flawed. As if it was, the Christian Holy wars would still be going to this day. Yet are they? Or how about the littering issue? The entire notion of recycling or even clean disposal of rubbish is not innate in humans on a basic level, yet most of us will properly dispose of our trash. People can change, and societies as a whole too. It just takes time, and patience, and discrimitive racial slandering such as your own does not help the cause.
The funny thing is I don't remember reading ANY stories about Christians screaming THIS IS FOR JESUS and attacking random people... I'm not sure wether any said "THIS IS FOR JESUS" but does anyone remember the dark ages? How about the Holy Crusades? There was a lot of blood shed, pain and suffering during those times; All in the name of Christianity if I remember correctly?I'm sorry wether that offended anyone, but I really feel that this point needs to be emphasised. "ISIS/ISIL" and Terrorism in general is not on Islam as a religion. It is just unfortunate that religion in general is a tool used for easy recruiting and indoctrination. Over the History of this planet this can be seen time and time again, to achieve underlying desires (Power, Land, Resources). Some food for thought, that unfortunately I see very few touch on....
I remember when you first came to lush liz. Instantly I was amazed by your writing, and have enjoyed almost every piece that has come since. Especially the poetry! And if you and sprite teamed up, it would be intrestign to see what cam of off it. Most definitely a force to be reckoned with
Oh and for those curious. The sub-genre of the "hardcore" most like will be rough sex, name calling, anal and perhaps chockingShamelessly plugging I'll admit, but help I need~
This was going to be a good weekend, Violet thought to herself. Her parents were out and she had the house all to herself. Her mom was away visiting an aunt with her younger brother, her dad on some business trip. She liked it like this, no nagging parents or irritating little brother. Why couldn’t they do this more often? Finally, peace at last. Smiling, she headed up the stairs towards...
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As Violet pushed the doors to her home open, she felt her heart drop due to the sight before her. Seven metres in front, Crystal was seated in the pouring rain. Her head was down like a beaten dog. Her phone lay next to her just as exposed to the elements, and although Crystal was staring at the phone her eyes were blank. She was obviously lost somewhere far, far away as the heavy rain...
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