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MechaBlade
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I care about the perverse community. I want to see it mainstream and accepted. I don't want to hear about another librarian being fired because someone in the community found a webpage of her posing nude and tied up. I want people to shrug that shit off and say, "Well, I'm not into that, but who cares?" I want to show my face on Lit.
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MechaBlade
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I thank you and the perverse community thanks you for your sacrifice.
Someday we perverts will have equal rights.
"Lift ev'ry voice and sing..."
rosco rathbone
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That's an interesting difference between you and I. I'm completely the opposite. I enjoy shame, secrecy, being in the closet as a perv. I don't want my kinks to be acceptable. That's what "keep sex evil" means to me.
rosco rathbone
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That has more to do with my compulsive need to verbalize everything, than anything else.
Hester
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i think i'm more on your side of the fence with this. for example, i was pretty upset when clerks II referenced ATM. no way should that be mainstreamed. when a perversion becomes fashionable, then by definition it is no longer a perversion.
all mainstreaming of perversion will do will be to take the dirty out of it and as a result force folks like us into different dark corners, and i'm already happy in my sick little corner.
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I always thought Onan was about jacking. It's about "coitus interruptus".
The things you learn when you actually sit down and read the good book.
I'm on a part now where ;if a man is jealous of his wife and suspects that she's fucking around on him, he can bring her to the tabernacle of the congregation and have a Priest put a curse on her---by making her drink a pitcher of "bitter water" full of holy dust from the tabernacle floor.
If she doesn't get sick, she's golden. If she gets sick, it's a sign from the LORD thy G-D that she's' a hoo-ah.
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We are all taking part in the mainstreaming of perversity just by being here and talking about the things we talk about. It's inevitable.
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rosco rathbone
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I'm seeing MLK of perversity as a rôle with a future for you; making thundering speeches to the masses with lots of reference to "the land of Egypt" and "the house of bondage", getting ass like a rock star, or a prophet.
rosco rathbone
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Perversity has reached the kafeeklatsch phase of societal integration.
Hester
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whatever you say, looovaaaah.
http://video.aol.com/partner/hulu/saturday-night-live-patio-lovers/2ON5hJesYxS6q0fONU-UahepnLXublEF
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Your aol-ness takes the kink right out.
Suddenly Hes in just a missionary with the lights off kinda gal.
Perhaps you are just sluggish from the goat meat.
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so right...
so 'wrong-fully'
right...
it's the intra-personal effront,
the inner-confrontation,
to what is considered....
acceptable
that so titilates.
evangelism on the part of one's
"perversion"
rings somewhat hollow...
almost childishly boastful.
we can honestly
share our perversions;
can elicit a prurient reaction...
but cannot
fully evoke in another
the very same
inner-effrontery, titilation, rock the fibre...
darkened-corner
perversity...
what is mine
is entirely
mine.
the single-ness
of it...
its delicious alone-ness,
is the most exciting catalyst.
my 'casablanca test'
is decidedly
different than
any other's...
hence my kink(s)
are just as singular in their personal effect.
the thought that we here are 'mainstreaming'...
that we are somehow diminishing
the impact of
that which is
'perverted'
is really a dorm-room debate...
our personal boundaries
reside far more
in the dark recesses of
a twelve inch earspan
than in
the realm of what is socially 'acceptable'.
you cannot fuck with my kinks
even by letting me know about yours...
one man's scat
is simply
another (german gal's) meal
kink-the-fuck-on!
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I've never posted in this thread before now.
I had a miserable night yesterday evening. I listened to weepy music, was... weepy and upset and fell asleep like I had passed out. Pathetic, really.
I know how my dream originated, from thoughts earlier in the day, but am rather amazed I managed to remember it. I very rarely remember my dreams.
Last night, this dream was so vivid. It was like the 16 box of crayons were the only ones available for this dream. The setting was quite dark, like it was nighttime, but the light in the room was golden and the jewel tones of all the other colors were brilliant.
I was a nightingale, of sorts. I was still me-ish. I looked down and saw my legs and feet. I had soft brown wings instead of arms and was sitting on a wide, full, reddish brown tail, like a little seat for my bum. I could feel my hair around my bare shoulders and tickling my back.
I was in a little silver cage, singing. I then realized I was tiny- bird-sized, fairie-sized, completely nude, and in a roomful of people having some sort of celebration.
I hopped up and down a little; my owner was striding towards me. I was very excited and wanted him to play with me. I sang a soft little song, just for him. He reached into the cage and I hopped onto his hand. As he pulled me out of the cage, I grew to my normal size, be-winged and tail fluttering.
My owner led me by the wing, to a long table in the corner of the room near my cage. The table's surface was sturdy like glass, but appeared to be made of water, rippling and reflecting on the ceiling above it. It wasn't wet, though. He quickly turned me over onto the table, lifted my tail feathers and fucked me while I sang. This continued in my dream, in waves, like the table rippling, with images of fluttering in the air a little, to turn onto my back and be pummeled endlessly, then floating back onto my stomach.
I woke up humming, with half my hand shoved into my wet cunt.
I had a miserable night yesterday evening. I listened to weepy music, was... weepy and upset and fell asleep like I had passed out. Pathetic, really.
I know how my dream originated, from thoughts earlier in the day, but am rather amazed I managed to remember it. I very rarely remember my dreams.
Last night, this dream was so vivid. It was like the 16 box of crayons were the only ones available for this dream. The setting was quite dark, like it was nighttime, but the light in the room was golden and the jewel tones of all the other colors were brilliant.
I was a nightingale, of sorts. I was still me-ish. I looked down and saw my legs and feet. I had soft brown wings instead of arms and was sitting on a wide, full, reddish brown tail, like a little seat for my bum. I could feel my hair around my bare shoulders and tickling my back.
I was in a little silver cage, singing. I then realized I was tiny- bird-sized, fairie-sized, completely nude, and in a roomful of people having some sort of celebration.
I hopped up and down a little; my owner was striding towards me. I was very excited and wanted him to play with me. I sang a soft little song, just for him. He reached into the cage and I hopped onto his hand. As he pulled me out of the cage, I grew to my normal size, be-winged and tail fluttering.
My owner led me by the wing, to a long table in the corner of the room near my cage. The table's surface was sturdy like glass, but appeared to be made of water, rippling and reflecting on the ceiling above it. It wasn't wet, though. He quickly turned me over onto the table, lifted my tail feathers and fucked me while I sang. This continued in my dream, in waves, like the table rippling, with images of fluttering in the air a little, to turn onto my back and be pummeled endlessly, then floating back onto my stomach.
I woke up humming, with half my hand shoved into my wet cunt.
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rosco rathbone
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"Another german gal's meal" lol.
You said a mouthful, drown--and in free verse no less!
I disagree with your image of the impermeable barrier between society and self, however.
rosco rathbone
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It's good to see a lurkie come out of hiding and confess to acts of masturbation, even done in a dream.
A strange, romantic and ethereal vision, not the usual blood and guts of this pervhouse.
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I would like some one to join with me while we mutually masturbate for each other.......
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