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[video=youtube;qJlbPXZEpRE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJlbPXZEpRE[/video]



Nothing is sacred *giggles* Shoot I can't get it to post a video. But there is a whole channel and some of them are hilarious.


I especially enjoy this one

Wanted to clarify my position on some ideas which seem to continually
haunt the forums. Hopefully, everyone can understand I am doing this not
to judge anyone else. I do it in order that discussion is based upon
common grounds.

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1. I discuss and argue over ideas, most of the time. There are times I
may suffer human weakness and call someone stupid, apologies. If you know
you're not stupid, please focus on discussing the ideas, offering solid
proofs for or against an idea.

Normally, I call people stupid who start name calling, or making the
discussion attacks on people not ideas. If you choose that path in my
opinion you're acting stupid, calling you stupid is fair.

So, do not want me calling you stupid? Don't act stupid. Don't attack
people but ideas.


2. People whom assume other people are ignorant about an idea based
upon comparing experiences, locations, genders, religions, politics, or
any form of classification are in my view, stupid. You can not use
absolutes in life or the world/s. Even that absolute, in the last
sentence, has exceptions. Not realizing this shuts down conversation.

It gives the impression you're prejudiced at best. Worst case you can be
seen as bigoted, and risk having me call you stupid. I think bigotry,
hate, fear are stupid concepts. They are especially on a site geared
toward open mature conversation.

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Here are a few more ideas, which I desire addressing directly but not
limited to them or by them.

The artificial idea of scarcity. There are enough resources for all if we,
work together and let go of an idea of ownership. We can replace this idea
of ownership with one that says we all own everything, equally and without
prejudice and we also do not own it the same way.

It's an idea kindergartners are taught, sharing and caring. You share
because you care. You care about others, yourself, your world. If we
share a product like a car for example, there are fewer resources needed
to create cars, ergo plenty of resources for all to have cars. Besides,
you're not really owning the car, merely having access to it when you
need it. There are web sites now advocating, arranging this sort of
thing.

[url]http://www.getaround.com/[/url] - Rent a car from someone locally.

[url]http://www.carsharing.net/[/url]

[QUOTE]Car sharing is a revolution in personal transportation - urban
mobility for the 21st century.

Carsharing is designed to replace car ownership for people who do not
need to drive to work every day, and to significantly reduce congestion
and greenhouse gas emissions. Carsharing is a service that provides 24/7
self-serve access to a network of vehicles stationed around your city
(and increasingly, cities world-wide), which can be reserved by the hour
or day via smart phones, Internet and call centres. [/QUOTE]

[url]http://www.couchsurfing.org/[/url] - Take trips with free or low cost board.

[url]http://www.houseshare.com/[/url] - Share flat, share a home.

[url]http://homeshareprogram.org/[/url]

[QUOTE]MISSION

Our mission is to provide an affordable community housing option that
promotes independence and self worth.

Sharing promotes living arrangements in which people share a residence
based on common needs, interests and preferences. Each arrangement is
custom made; therefore, services rendered and costs involved will
vary. Our goal is that each arrangement contributes not only to the
individuals and families involved, but also to the community by
preserving homes and promoting alternative housing solutions in Pinellas
County Florida. [/QUOTE]

People are obviously doing it, small scale. We need it go global.

The inverse, an idea of scarcity and ownership has done nothing but lead
us to tragedy. Insanity has been defined as continuing the same solution
to problems and expecting the different results. We know this does not
work out too well. Can we at least consider an alternate solution?


I also dislike how the idea of money has been perverted into debt as
slavery. Money was thought up to save us carrying items like livestock,
sea shells, gold around. It also was thought to convey a standard, a
commonly agreed upon one over value. It aided barter and trade. I could
give you a note saying you could come by my farm and take a hen, so I
could take a bushel of strawberries from your farm. We would agree to
this trade, we both valued items the other had. We valued the labor,
too.

Maybe I don't have hens, or any items you desire in place of a bushel of
strawberries. You have a rather large strawberry patch. Folks are coming
from around the county offering you pigs, cattle, watermelons for your
strawberries. They are busy folks too. They expect you to pick the
strawberries. Well, your busy gathering up stuff on their notes.

Here's my note to you. "Will pick four bushels of strawberries for you
and your customers, at a cost of two bushels for myself." You think
that's reasonable and agree, or ask me to agree to six to two. We find a
value, we agree. That was what money originally about.

Now, via using debt and credit, it has become an idea enforcing the idea
of slavery. There is no commonality, fairness or agreement in money now.
Is it possible we should reconsider this idea as well?

I'm not attacking anyone. My thoughts are directed at ideas. I attack
them. Ideas don't really suffer injury, or die. That means we can hack
them up all we like, we can say they are stupid, blow them up with
axioms, dice them with knives. Ideas are thoughts. Everyone has
thoughts. None are right or wrong. Some may seem stupid, but there we
are again calling absolutes.

I also dislike calling others stupid. I rather see the positive and
good in others. Doing so can be difficult at times. I often pause to
step into another persons shoes, reflect on how they see things. This
helps some, although sometimes nothing can help.

No replies needed as I'm writing this to merely express some views,
offer things to consider.

Quick and off the top of my head and not at all a true story. Hate or like it, all critics welcome. Again, this is a quick draft with no thought put into it. Hope you like it.

I hung out often that summer, with my two closest friends : Lisa, who was fourteen like me and Brad, who was fifteen. Brad pretty much was in charge if there was anyone, likely do to his year up on us, but we all were friends. Lisa was a cute, tomboy brunette. I could see she was pretty, but she masked it. Brad was the guy the ladies liked and I was about as average as the next kid my age.

One late afternoon, we hung around in my basement. I had sort of a half assed club house down there and my parents trusted me down there with friends. I had an old couch, a tv, stereo, and other junk in this room, but it was my place and I was happy to have both Lisa and Brad in there with me, as they have many times before - both separate and together, with others sometimes. Before long, we ended up playing a daring-type game, where we would do stupid things, like standing on our heads, holding our breath under the drain stopped sink water, and such. It was Brad's turn and he dared Lisa to kiss his cock. We stayed silent for a moment, while our minds comprehended this dare. I couldn't speak for the others since we never talked about sex, but I had absolutely no sexual experience. As far as I knew, Lisa didn't either. Lisa, always so bold, told Brad she would and asked him to drop his pants. Without hesitation, Brad did and revealed his pretty thick cock to us. I shied away at first, but I was also curious and watched, as he looked at me, then Lisa and asked her if she was willing to honor the dare. Lisa got on her knees in front of Brad, puckered her lips, and kissed the tip of Brad's penis.

She backed off and was prepared to get up, when Brad asked her if she wanted to kiss it again. Lisa leaned forward and planted a thicker kiss on his mushroom head. Brad then asked her if she wanted to try something different. Lisa looked at him and said she already knew what he wanted, as she grabbed the base of his cock. She looked at him and said she'd seen it in movies, but had never done it before. He told her to try anyway if she wanted and he asked me if I was ok. I answered yes, but couldn't deny that my own cock was twitching in my pants long before now. Lisa, while holding Brad's cock, slowly closed in on it. She started to kiss the head a little more, before opening up her mouth and putting his head in it. Brad's head shot back and he moaned with pleasure. She seemed to take his cock in a little further and started to slowly bob her head back and forth, her ponytail swinging each time. By this time I was a rock inside my pants. I either wanted Lisa to do the same to me or I wanted them to both leave so I could jerk off with the Playboy I had under the couch. Still though, watching this was something special on it's own. I had seen a porno once and saw a woman doing the same thing and now here it was, right in front of me. Brad kept moaning as Lisa kept at it and I stayed hard watching.

Lisa stopped and looked at me. She asked me if I was going to want this too. I paused and Brad said, "Of course he does". Lisa, tough as always, told me to drop my pants, as she crawled towards me. I got up, dropped my pants and sat back on the couch. Almost like a machine, she took me into her mouth and did the same motion she did with Brad. I looked at Brad watching, as he was still hard, but not doing anything. Perhaps he was waiting for Lisa to rotate back to him and finish. I did get a look at his cock and I was curious on how it would feel if I did the same as Lisa was doing to him. I could never say anything, since I didn't like boys like that and didn't want him to think I did. Lisa started to suck me faster and faster and I came inside her mouth. I didn't want to surprise her, so I kept my reaction as mum as I could. To her, I could be just enjoying what she was doing for me. She didn't seem to notice as she inadvertently was swallowing my cum. After another minute or two, she stopped. She looked at her watch and said she had to go. Brad asked what about him, as he pointed towards his cock. Lisa said she would take care of him later on and that she'd be back. She left us, both with our cocks out. Brad didn't know I had came either it seems, as I maintained most of my erection still.

Brad asked me how it felt and I said it felt great. He said it was his first time and judging by my reaction, mine too. I concurred and while he sat down, cock still out, said maybe we could have sex with her eventually. I said as long as she was ok with it, that would be nice. I started to crush on her at that point. I mentioned we should also return the favor for today, but Brad said until he was done, he wasn't going to do anything. He looked at me and half jokingly, asked me if I wanted to finish the job and he would finish me off. I didn't want to confess that I came in Lisa's mouth, but said I wasn't in the mood anymore. He again asked me if I wanted to finish him off and that he wouldn't tell anyone. I wanted to try it honesty, but I couldn't say it. He must've sensed my desire or something, so he grabbed my hand and placed it on his hardness. Like a natural instinct, first time touching someone else's cock, I started to jerking him off as I would do to myself. I was partly in shock, as I didn't seem to miss a beat. Brad's head tilted back and he seemed to enjoy what I was doing. I looked as his cock as my hand was wrapped around it and I thought of how Lisa was just there, sucking him off. I wanted to as well. Feeling bold, I got up and slid between his legs, on my knees. Brad looked at me and said nothing. I opened my mouth and took him in. I felt him let out a deep breath as his cock entered my waiting mouth. I jerked him off and kept my mouth on him at the same time. He started to moan a little, like he did with Lisa and I personally felt proud that I was doing a good job apparently. His cock felt strangely good in my mouth, but before I could really appreciate it, he told me he was cumming.

I acted like I didn't hear him, as at this point I wanted him to cum in my mouth, as I did with Lisa. He said he was cumming again. I kept at it. He pushed his cock into my mouth deeper and I felt the hot cum hit the roof of my mouth and back of my throat. He held his hands on my head, as if I wasn't able to get away anymore until he was done shooting. I kind of liked this feeling of entrapment, but was disappointed it was coming to an end. He let go and I took him out of my mouth. He said he probably should go, but he would return the favor to me. I declined and maybe next time. I should have told him I already came with Lisa, but I just didn't. I was like a rock again though, after blowing him. He left and said we should do this again, and the three of us could take care of each other. I liked that thought as he pulled his pants up and left.

It was a few minutes later, Lisa returned and caught me jerking off. She asked where Brad was and I said he left. She looked at my cock and asked if I needed help with it. I said sure and down she went on me. She stopped only once to tell me to tell her next time I cum again. I didn't know she knew. At least Brad told me, so I said I would let her know. It wasn't long before I shot another load into her. Once she finished, she said I tasted good and we just laid there for a little while. I didn't know what she was thinking, but I knew this friendship with her and Brad was only beginning and there was going to be great days ahead.

Void Dweller's comment on my last entry gave me the itch to post some more songs/music videos. It's all your fault :tongue:

I'm not a huge Coil fan. I do however enjoy this song off what I believe was their last album before Johnn Balance died.
[video=youtube;o4CSxDbMu4c]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o4CSxDbMu4c[/video]


Moar to come. On the fucking real.

[B]This was two days after my mother's funeral, i meet a friend from meetbi.com, Gail . and I were sitting in my old room. Gail's Mom died when she was 11. We were sitting on the edge of my old bed. We just looked at each other and it happened. No tongue down the throat. We did not 'grope' each other. Like I said, it felt luscious. Other than my husband, I never kissed anyone else. After we 'came to' Gail just said, "Wow, that was different."[/B]
[B]It felt great. I am happily married, or am I? Did I 'cheat' on my husband, who I love very much.


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OF CATURDAY! SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE BALL OF FUR AND CLAWS, THE ONE AND ONLY ROXY!
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Isn't she just the bee's knees?

Sometimes I can be a bit snobby when it comes to things I'm really into. I don't mean to be a dick, I can just be a little annoyingly picky. Like with beer. I know what I like (mostly stouts and porters), and I try to avoid most of the watered down knave-swill that a lot of my friends drink.

Same goes for the music I listen to. I've managed to find some pearls in the slag heap, but a lot of "modern" music doesn't really impress me. I prefer to stick to the classics as a general rule. This especially goes for Metal, where old school is always the best. So much newer Metal is just boring in comparison.

Same blast beats with way too much wierd sappy sounding snare and obviously triggered digital sounding double bass? Check. Same incredibly downtuned guitars with way too much reverb? Got it. Obnoxiously low gut-puking interspersed with hissing and or/shrieking? Uh-huh. Partying now.

Metal is still very special to me. A lot of bands I like do some or all of those things at times. But I've become a lot more discriminating about the Metal I choose to listen to. For one- sick of all the satanic/occult schlock. Tired of one dimensional "Metal Bands" hiding behind computers and keyboards and shit. Do I have something against keyboards? Not at all. Rick Wakeman is freaking amazing. My problem is these guys like Alexi Laiho who use so much in the way of effects that their shit ends up sounding less like Metal riffing and more like fucking nintendo music.

I'm sick of pointlessly convoluted "technical" stuff that guitar students drool and get hard over. I have nothing personal against Steve Vai and Joe Satriani and Yngwie Malmsteen and John Petrucci et al. They are very talented people. But frankly, to listen to them or see them live is like being jacked off upon with a guitar. Either that, or it's completely sterile and has no [B]soul.

[/B]That said, I had a lot of fun during my heavier years of concert going. Here's as complete a list of every band I've seen as I can muster.

Tool
The Melvins
Circle Jerks
Lower Class Brats
Obituary
Napalm Death
Morbid Angel
Today is the Day
Tiger Army
Reverend Horton Heat
Hank Williams III
Assjack
Koffin Kats
Benedict Arnold
Housebroken
KMFDM
Combichrist
Flogging Molly
Nile
Origin
Hate Eternal
Arch Enemy
Slayer
Hatebreed
Contorted
Paths of Possession
Cannibal Corpse
Vile
Exhumed
Hypocrisy
Amorphis
The Faceless
Warbringer


That's most of em. Slayer damn near destroyed my hearing. I was front row for 2 and a half hours of feral madness. A twisted contorted churning sea of sweaty bodies screaming with delight. Quite primal, really. Lost hearing in the right side for 3 days. I was about to see a doctor when my hearing thankfully came back. Tom Araya was staring me in the eyes as he played the later breakdown in 'At dawn they sleep'. Every word his eyes got a little wider still.

The most violent show by far was Circle Jerks/Lower Class Brats. Punk shows are not for the faint of heart. My shit got whipped good at that show. The next morning I was sitting outside in my car before work and I noticed my black flag shirt I wore to the show had a bunch of blood on it. Upon inspecting my wounds I determined that only about half the blood was mine.

These days I've mellowed out a tad. Been big on Iron Maiden, Swans, Liszt and Handel. Still love death and thrash metal, but totally lost taste for black metal. Never had much of a taste for rap or at all. I don't care how jaw droppingly innovative people try to tell me it is. I just don't go for it. I like some electronic and/or industrial, but like anything else I'm picky as all hell.


My main goal as a listener is to not be one dimensional. If it makes me come off as a tad snooty, well, whatever, As I said, I just have a pretty good idea of what I like.


If you were bored enough to read this I hope you found at least some of it fun and/or entertaining.

Things are getting better. Little by little, I keep peeking a little further out of my shell to see what's around me. I owe this in particular to my friend A. She was in a musical a few months ago at the local Playhouse. They needed someone to work the curtain, pull the drops and move scenery. Somehow, a few months later I'm about to make my stage debut as Moose in 'Crazy for You'! For the life of me I never thought I would be any good at singing and dancing.

Before my theatre adventure I was depressed, sleeping too much, smoking way too much herb and just being a bum in general. Also, I got a really nice bicycle for my 30th birthday. I blew the engine on my pickup truck about a year and a half ago, so I'm thrilled that I don't have to necessarily take the bus everywhere I go. Granted, my current lifestyle is not without it's limitations. I can only get what I can carry in one shot shopping. Also, people drive like fucking maniacs in FL and I've very narrowly avoided getting run over a few times.

Aside from that, my life is full of blessings, from my little tuxedo cat to my fiancee who I've known since high school.

La vie est belle. I knew one day I'd be able to not only say it but mean it as well :suave: