scriptordelecto
Ethereal Girl
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How nice. I'm not even listed as an author there any more.
Grrrrr!
Just throwing some support your way even though I have no idea what you meant.
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How nice. I'm not even listed as an author there any more.
Well done!
...part of the problem — with Prop. 8 and other contentious social issues — is that the concept of tolerance seems to have become synonymous with agreeing with the person with whom you're having differences.
"I think as a culture we're kind of at, 'Let's pat everyone on the back and tell everybody it's OK, and we can all feel better' in the name of tolerance," he says. "I just think we're missing, on a whole level, what tolerance is about."
Bailey says he expects the pressure for agreement to intensify when same-sex unions eventually are legalized.
"I know when my kids are in school, they're being taught they will have to accept that all sexual orientations and desires are equally healthy expressions of sexuality and of the good of humanity," he says. "And if they disagree with that, they're told they're being intolerant — but actually that's exactly confusing what real tolerance is."
*****
Another tournament under my belt.
It was a weapons tournament, and I only took second, however, the one that beat me was a 15-year-old kid, so I don't feel too bad about my second place.
Kudos to you!
Where do I come up with all these naughty thoughts?
Where do I come up with all these naughty thoughts?
Look down.
Too much.... inspiration... flitting around.
Darling, you have been the object of my fixation more than once...
Another tournament under my belt.
It was a weapons tournament, and I only took second, however, the one that beat me was a 15-year-old kid, so I don't feel too bad about my second place.
Why does that make me warm and fuzzy inside? To think, all this time and I never knew.
So since I am sharing secrets... How Ironic. This poem was one I wrote when thinking of you. How well it fits. It goes back a few years. Published too.
Secret
I have a secret lust today.
Something just made me want her.
But I am not going to tell
anyone, especially her, who it is.
Does she need to know?
Well, maybe, but if I tell,
it is no longer a secret,
just a lust.
As if I needed more decadent
thoughts. I guess I do.
Just a daydream moment,
like a silent movie, but in color.
And today she colors my world
in shades of desire.
Even when I stand in shadows
and simply smile my thoughts.
Wow.. I had no idea.
(But I guess it already said that, didn't it? )
I'm.. speechless. I'm.. flattered. I think perhaps my face is red for some reason, lol.
Thank you. For that, and for sharing.
And if you hadn't said anything you never would have known. I needed that jog to the memory.
That is too funny.
So, what else ya got about me? lol. I tease.
How about something new?
I was hearing that shocked silence.
Seeing surprise
in her eyes
as she worked through
what I had said.
It wasn't meant to be a secret kept,
(although it was for some time).
She starts to smile
her delight
just before I start to wonder
if perhaps my candor
had been displayed
in error.
Perhaps I should have told her
before now.
Something to consider.