I Dare You

[Dillinger]

If we all, myself included, put even a quarter of the effort into posting something interesting, enlightening or entertaining as we do into fighting this place would have quite a different demeanor. I'm not saying the fun stuff isn't here, but I am wondering about the time and effort that we delegate to our various endeavors on this board.

I see lots of one-line responses to various entertaining threads yet I see virtual novels posted by people ripping each other apart piece by piece. I'm really not placing blame on anyone - I'm as guilty as the next person.

Hell - even when we're not participating I bet many of us spend more of our time reading this shit then we do reading the other threads. Its like rubbernecking at a train wreck, try as we might we can't tear our eyes away.

I stated a few days ago that I was going to make a real effort to stop participating in the nonsense. But yet I kept reading it! Kept opening those threads over and over again to see who would say what and to whom they would say it to. I am now going to make an effort to not even read the damn things anymore! Who the hell has the time for this shit?

So here is my dare. Tell us something about yourself. Something real. Something that you enjoy doing. Something that engages your interest. About your job, your family, your hobbies. Whatever you want.

And... put some real effort into it. If you can post 300 words about why someone here is an idiot then you damn well can post 300 words about something that rocks your world.

Can't you?

I'm going to take my own dare here as well...

 

[miles]

Okay, I'll go

So here is my dare. Tell us something about yourself. Something real. Something that you enjoy doing. Something that engages your interest.

I love getting wet, sloppy, slow, sensual, blowjobs from a woman who really loves sucking dick.

There I said it. I can take the heat.

 

[Simply Divine]

I would have to say that life is my hobby. I've had some real life experiences that have truly opened my eyes to the beauty life brings this world.

I tried to remain positive and helpful.. I try to be a good friend. I love been outside, no matter the weather. Breathing air! Being in the country, surrounded by trees and animals.

I feel like I have life by the tail and I'm in for one hell of a ride! I just want to enjoy myself to the fullest and return the favors given to me. Spending time with my family rates highest amoung my activities. They are truly a reason to live and absorb life.

 

[TN_Vixen]

but dilly

you know the only reason that happens is simply because people like conflict. The LIKE it. It's the reason the news is filled with horrific stories, it's the reason the newspapers are filled with controversy. We thrive on conflict. I don't like it, and although I've been one to perpetuate it in my personal life.. I truly like peace and warm fuzzies all around.

Here, where things are so impersonal, it is easy to initiate and perpetuate conflict. Some of us contribute, some don't. And, to be completely honest.. if everyone was constantly "hugging" "kissing" "loving" one another, it would get very boring.. very fast.

It's only human nature to disagree, to complicate. I find nothing horrible about it all. It's simple. Just walk away when someone (like myself) gets too uptight and don't open that thread. You have control.

 

[riff]

Re: but dilly

you know the only reason that happens is simply because people like conflict. The LIKE it. It's the reason the news is filled with horrific stories, it's the reason the newspapers are filled with controversy. We thrive on conflict. I don't like it, and although I've been one to perpetuate it in my personal life.. I truly like peace and warm fuzzies all around.

Here, where things are so impersonal, it is easy to initiate and perpetuate conflict. Some of us contribute, some don't. And, to be completely honest.. if everyone was constantly "hugging" "kissing" "loving" one another, it would get very boring.. very fast.

It's only human nature to disagree, to complicate. I find nothing horrible about it all. It's simple. Just walk away when someone (like myself) gets too uptight and don't open that thread. You have control.

Agree with this entirely.

 

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[Dillinger]

I'm not asking everyone to get along. I've been misunderstood twice now on this issue. In this post and in my "Respect." post. In the respect post I did not ask for hugging/kissing let's all get along. I just asked people to treat each other with respect, even when they're arguing. Sometimes even that's not possible, but I thought the reminder to TRY didn't hurt.

In this this thread I am not asking us to all love one another. How is it that you read that into this? I'm just suggesting that instead of complaining about things we put some effort into other pursuits. If people enjoy the controversy well then - no problem. But then I don't want to listen to the same people complain about it. If you enjoy, then go for it. If you want other experiences out of this place than just the strife, then make it happen.

Again. I am daring people to put the same effort into telling us something here that they would put into new and novel ways of saying "fuck you" to someone.

 

[MissTaken]

I admit guilt to posting one line responses to interesting threads. Why? To offer much more than that is to invite flaming.

Too much is like throwing a bone to the family dog....

I come to lit to relax and be entertained, flaming or being flamed isn't entertaining. There is enough hostility in the "real" world for me. I don't seek it here.

And now, something interesting......

It is a beautiful pre spring day, here in New York. I refer to it as "pre spring" as tomorrow is going to be perfectly awful as Old Man Winter rears his ugly head once again.

For my part...I will be doing yard work and shopping today. Now that doesn't sound terribly interesting. Perhaps, if I were my favorite negligee, it would be?

I am a musician. I think like an artist and observe the world through an artist's eyes....or so my mentor told me many years ago, when I dabbled in oils.

So, a day like today, is far more aesthetically pleasing to me than most thing and yes, as I sit here, the breeze slips in through the open window and envelopes me. My every sense feels alive!

Ahhh I am sorry to ramble on so, but since the postman left the mail and was singing...yes, singing...my spirits have been in such an unsequestered and lofty state!

Have a great day, lit friends!

*hugs*

 

[Guest]

 

[MissTaken]

I want to go to her house!! Sounds great.

Door's open!

It is almost surreal in it's quaintness and ambiance today!

Seems odd, even to me

 

[cymbidia]

post 300 words about something that rocks your world.

Can't you?

I will. I can. Self-relevatory, too.

My Bittersweet Spring

I live in a small guest house that's located 100' outside the front door of a much larger house, a gorgeous custom house made of redwood and cedar and located on a good sized piece of property that contains a garden with many small and large touches that are uniquely mine. I used to live in that house, and when it was built, i imbued the house and the garden with those special touches.

I don't live there anymore, though. Since i'm the one who finally pushed for the divorce that's been coming for a long time, it was only fair that i move out, don't you think? He didn't want the divorce, after all. It was my doing.

I'll move into my brand new home soon enough, but not before i have a last spring here, my bittersweet spring.

I'm a gardener and around the main house, i planted everything that i most love. Climbing roses trail up the cast iron banisters of the stairs going from the lawn to the deck; i cannot see them from my small guesthouse but i know they're beginning to leaf out.

Grapes, too, wine grapes in four varieties, are staked in rows and fed with individual emitters. I was going to try my hand at making wine, some day.

Flowers in masses will fill the beds and line the walkways. I planted them all and many were individual bulbs. Hyacinth, narcissus, and daffodils have already bloomed. Many more will be blooming, and throughout the growing season here, too, a growing season that is very long indeed. My prize pink camellias are blooming; they take a few years to reach a size that allows more than a few blooms.

Everything will flourish whether i'm here or not. The sprinklers and drip systems and scheduled gardener visits will insure it.

I'll miss my plants, though, and my flowers most of all. I didn't think i'd be leaving them so soon, though, or i wouldn't have put little pieces of my soul into the ground with each small, fragile hope of a plant.

I'm a gardener.
I'll start again in the new yard, though it's a much different place, and a much smaller space, it, too, will bloom next spring.

For now, though, when i look out into the yard, a yard i used to call my own, i feel the bitter sweetness of this spring pass into my heart as i move toward a fuller acceptance of the fact that i'll never again have any right to this single perfect-for-me garden.

 

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[Ksss]

I live in upstate NY. It has been almost summer like here also. I have taken the last two days (when not working) to try and get our puppies used to being outside. They're much like little children, afraid of the big world outside the door, but curious nonetheless. Half an hour to coax them out of the garage, but watch them run for the garage when a car ot truck goes by. Laughing at their simple curiousity...a dead leaf rolling by, a twig...and mud! (They also experienced their first bath).

When I'm not working, chasing dogs/cats/puppies or my grandson, I enjoy reading, listening to music or watching a good movie. I enjoy spending time outdoors or can be happy just sitting here reading posts on Lit.

I have met some extremely interesting people from here and the chatroom who I enjoy talking to on IM. Some from distant places I will probably never be able to visit and some from right here in the states. I love learning about different cultures. Sometimes I think we take much for granted and don't spend the time to truly open our eyes to see the marvels of the uniqueness of people that can be found in the people here at Literotica.

 

[DulceCrema]

300 words, I dunno...

The earliest years of my life were spent in what many may call a slum. Dirt roads, small, shabby homes with useless running water (the water from the wells was better) were all reality where I was raised. There was electricity, but it wasn't consumed by TV, dishwasher, clothes washing machine or dryer, or any of the other modern conveniences that we so hold on to. Lights and a radio were enough to keep anyone there happy for all of their days. The people didn't place a priority on education, so most of my neighbors were uneducated. There was not much of a hospital, just a small clinic up the road to treat any number of medical conditions including AIDS. Because prostitution was such a normal thing (even married women would sell themselves for money to help raise their children), sexually transmitted diseases were a big problem. Drugs, and not just those used for religious purposes, were "normal."
Despite such ugliness, it was beautiful. Such a variety of people, from the deepest, darkest, almost black skin, to the light, toasted almond shades were represented. Music was an important part of life for the people there. At any given time, one house on a 'block' would provide the music for that entire section of town. The sounds would blare out of a house and fill the streets with dancing passers by, smiling and enjoying life. Cares would slip away at the sound of a favorite song. At night, most of the neighbors would crowd our porch, filling it with laughter and love. This was my family for the first years of my life. A group of individuals who came together to enjoy life and forget their troubles.
I'm not sure why my mother decided to have me and raise me there until I was old enough to go to school. I think it has to do with the fact that she feels it's what made her the strong person that she is today. It makes her appreciate every single thing she has and not take any of it for granted. I'm also not sure why she decided to keep my father out of it. They are still married, yet, for the first 4 years of my life, I rarely saw my father. Perhaps this is why I know so little of his culture. Once I returned home from being at my grandmother's, I started school. It didn't seem like there was time for me to learn about his family like I had my mom's.

(well now I'm just rambling...)

I think my mom's plan worked. I appreciate everything I have. I appreciate the fact that I have the opportunity to go to college where many of those that I grew up with do not. I return to that town every once in a while, but it's not the same as it was. Environmental as well as Societal Deterioration have taken their toll. I guess that's part of life, though.

 

[Dillinger]

My turn.

Music is my life or, at least, it was. From the time I was 15 I was sure that it would be my career. And it was, for awhile. Its not what I do anymore.

I am, at least partly, responsible for the network and computer security strategy of some of the largest companies in the world. A few governments as well. It is an interesting and challenging position. It can also be incredibly stressful. The amount of work on my plate and my stress level has skyrocketed since Sept. 11th. It can also be quite fulfilling. There is a sense of satisfaction in knowing that I have helped protect not only companies and governments but people's personal information, intellectual capital and even lives as well.

I can't complain. But it is not what I wanted to do. Not the dream of my youth.

Music.

I did quite well - from a creative perspective. As far as making a decent living, it left a lot to be desired. I have played in rock bands, jazz combos and classical orchestras. I have conducted musicals and orchestras. I have had my pieces performed around the US and in Canada. I've been on radio stations in numerous cities and have even won several awards. I loved it. But it never was enough to pay the bills. This country doesn't financially reward most people in the arts unless its in the most popular pursuits.

So I always worked different jobs while pursuing my musical career. It got to be a drag - living hand to mouth.

I got involved early on with computers. Took classes in college while studying music. Took math classes. Was one of the early adapters of using the computer to compose and score music. This lead to jobs that involved computers. I taught myself internet technogies, learned to design web pages back when you actually had to code them.

Without going into much more detail I'll just say that my computer skills continued to increase and working with the internet became more and more of my life and I moved from programming to technical architecture to what I do now, strategy and business.

But music is still my love. My life. Its what I do for fun (when not posting on Lit). I still compose. My studio is built into my computer now along with a number of keyboards and outboard gear that are all linked together with the computer.

Given the opportunity I'd go back into music at the drop of a hat. When composing or performing the world disappears and I exist only in the moment. Time stops and music becomes my reality. It just flows - when I'm in the moment there is no effort involved.... it just comes naturally .

Even though I still record - one of the things I miss most of all is performing live.

*smile*

Was that 300 words?

 

[ExLimey]

My passion for the last few years has been sailing. There is an elegance to using mother nature to get from one place to another that can be replicated from a Jet Ski or a motor boat. Us windbags refer to them as "smokers".

We race our local fleet of boats on Wednesday nights from June through early September. Our crew is the only one that continues to go out on Wednesday nights after we're done racing for the year. You know it's an addiction when it's 30 degrees out, blowing 20 mph and you're out on the lake, sitting on the high-side of the boat getting soaked...

...and enjoying every damn minute of it because you realize that any day it could be the last time you get to do it for six months because of winter.

Wednesday nights are all about racing. Praying that the wind that was there at 2pm is still blowing at 7pm. Although I admit that some of the most enjoyable moments I've had on board are during the races when we are out on the lake with not a wisp of wind. Sitting up against the cabin in the shade of the mainsail, chin resting on my hands, eyes closed (hidden by sunglasses otherwise I'd get yelled at by the skipper).

Then there's always that slight bit of fear the first time we race and the wind is excessive. It's very painful sitting on the highside of the boat. For those who have no clue what that means it's when the boat heels (leans) over so much that you have to practically sit on the side of the boat. The object being to try to use your weight to keep the boat level. Why it's painful is because you end up sitting on pieces of metal that are used to adjust the sails etc. It makes sitting on the toilet the next day a hurtful thing.

I will admit there is nothing like winning though. I'm lucky, we have a small fleet and I race with some very experienced sailors (four of us to a crew, 27ft boats). It usually comes down to us and another boat. We're very evenly matched, they got the better of us last season, but we got the better of them the year before that.

This is one of those topics I could go on and on about but if you've stuck with this post to this point you're probably sick of it, so I'll cut it off here.

(did thise meet the 300 word minimum?)

 

[freakygirl]

wow.. Cym always makes me cry

An amazing woman.. who I would love to meet someday..

hmmm as for this dare. I can't think of a single thing to say that hasn't been said before.

I'm in a funk...I miss my brother. I talked to him the other night in a dream.. and I just can't get that out of my mind. I miss him.. dammit I miss him!

Jon was my little brother, one of my best friends...i could go on and on about how great he was...but i could also go on about how bad he was...he wasn't perfect but he wasn't imperfect either....he was human...made his fair share of bad mistakes....but he always saw the good in things...rarely did Jon have anything bad to say about anything....or anyone.... Jon was 22 years old when he died....killed in a car accident..."vehicular homicide" is what the cops called it...Jon's friend was driving. Jon and Jason had made the mistake of getting into that vehicle, DRUNK!! I don't blame anyone for Jon's death. Although Jason got 5 years in prison for it, i don't place the blame on Jason...it was an accident..i understand why the courts had to prosecute him...what Jason did was illegal and we must pay for our wrong doings...but i do believe, Jason, pays for it everyday...living with the thought of killing your friend as got to be painful. Jon was never married, but he did have a son....Mitchell also known as Mitz....Mitz is the spitting image of his father...full of spunk and fire...Mitz is 8 now, and i'm sure he still remembers his father...i will try and keep his memory alive for Mitchell...tell him the stories of his father, like the time he broke his arm....we were on our way home from buying a white mouse at the pet store and Jon was showing me that he could ride his bike with no hands...(needless to say, Jon couldn't quite do it yet...lol) or the different colors Jon dyed his hair...the purple was my favorite...I will show Mitchell the pictures of his dad, when he was mountain climbing (one of his favorite activities)...Jon loved sports...baseball, football, basketball, soccer....etc..i wish everyone could have known Jon, he was a great guy...a special person...who will always be in my heart and on my mind.....


I LOVE AND MISS YOU JON-JON!!


I'm sure this isn't exactly what you were looking for Dillinger. But I think it might help me move on.. atleast for today

 

[MechaBlade]

I'm not sure where all the threads are of people disrespecting or snapping at each other. I have seen a few at Story Ideas, but generally, at the general board, I have noticed that Lit members are more respectful and concerned about each other than on any other message board or chat room that I've ever been to. Anywhere on the Internet.

Another thing is a lot of what people put on here is real. I have seen a couple threads asking for people to write about themselves, and that's fine because there are plenty of newbies and people not striving for anonymity that like telling a bit about their lives. But in every post I find out a bit more about what these people are like. Even in the "Something New and Interesting" thread where one solitary word is posted, you can find out more about the way members think through their word association choices.

But because you asked, I'll post as many words as I can about something I enjoy.
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I like writing erotica. My lack of a love life and vivid imagination leads to wonderfully bizarre fantasies which I must commit to paper or risk losing them. It is a type of masturbation for me, in which I get to relive the fantasy and see it before my eyes in text, much like when I draw the images from my mind.

Another reason to write it is because I am gifted in so few areas. So when someone tells me that they liked my story or it made them orgasm, I know that I have made a positive impact on the world, which is more than I can say with any schoolwork or summer job or my religious work as an atheist or even some of my friendships with people that I hang out with because they're close and I/he/she am/is lonely. My point in life is not to touch as many people as I can or anything. But if I can't please myself, then I might as well make others happy. It gives me a reason to go on sometimes.

um... 187

MechaBlade

 

[Svedish_Chef]

And... put some real effort into it. If you can post 300 words about why someone here is an idiot then you damn well can post 300 words about something that rocks your world.

Can't you?

Dilly have you ever seen me write 300 words on ANY subject? I'm fucked either way...

 

[Dillinger]

Re: Re: I Dare You

Dilly have you ever seen me write 300 words on ANY subject? I'm fucked either way...

Cheffie - I DOUBLE DARE You!!!

 

[Svedish_Chef]

Oooohhhhhh

 

[Debbie]

I dare you...



My passion is writing. As a kid I loved to read. Right from when I was little I can remember reading a book and finding that because I had such a vivid imagination I could escape into that book. The characters came alive. They made me laugh, cry, smile or scowl.

When I started to write myself it was in the hope that the images that had been brought alive by the books I had read, I could do the same for people who read what I write. When I write I want you to see the dusty, tattered blue velvet curtains hung on the wall, the cobweb in the corner, the small tear as it rolls down my characters face. Can I bring a smile to your face, a tear to your eye, a feeling of excitement? To share what I feel? I must write. I am driven to.

Writing helps me to express myself. I can write even if life is really bad. If I am not writing I feel like something is missing. Writing helps to keep me whole.

I write non erotic and erotic stories, poetry ranging from erotic to dark. I love to write. Talking comes second to me, writing is first. And in r/l? I talk a lot!

Sometimes I cannot speak of my feelings but I can write them. For me? My writing is a blessing. One I love.

Words are powerful and our interpretation of those words even stronger.

Writing is like breathing to me, it comes naturally and is refreshing. Getting words on to paper or pecking on the keyboard, scribbles on paper, jottings in a note book.

Images created in the form of words gives me such a wonderful feeling. I love to write.
LOL I said writing was my passion… see now how many times did I write the word write? I am obsessed.

 

[Ishmael]

The challenge

I love to do most anything, and have for the most part. I'm the quintisential eclectic.

My professional carreer has spanned 3 decades. I've worked in cancer research, star wars, energy projects, factory automation, the stock market, and consumer electronics.

I've vistited every continent sans Europe. And every state in the union.

I've been married twice and raised 4 sons as a single parent.

Skydiving is one of the few sports I haven't, and wouldn't, try. As a pilot I've never had the urge to jump out of a perfectly good airplane.

And I look forward to doing the things that I haven't done yet. And I look forward to doing them with someone who is as eclectic and adventursome as I.

Ishmael

 

[Dillinger]

I have really enjoyed reading these responses. *smile*

Thank you.

 

[Sabineteas]

I dare you

I'm 29 going on 40 or older because I didn't have the best life from the time I was 18 until I was 25. I did things that I am not really proud of during those years. But, I lived through them and changed myself somewhat, enough to feel better about myself.

I worked, saved money, got some education and got out of the job that I hated even though it was all that I thought I could do for money at 18. I now have a job that even though the pay is less, I feel better about doing. I have a great boss and some friends who think nice things about me.

I am recovering, never will be completely recovered, because I think you can never be sure that you won't go back to drugs and alcohol. It took me two years to feel like I was clean and its been four years for me, going on five. That is one thing about myself that I am proud of, getting and staying clean.

I'm an administrative assistant for a good sized company and a boss that I really enjoy working for.

I like to run. I like to write, even though I am not very good at it. I like to read all kinds of books. I spend a lot of time alone, so books are some of my closest friends.

I don't do bars or clubs because of my older problems so I find it is hard to meet someone. So for the last year plus, I have been unattached. I don't really like blind dates although I have had more than what I would consider my share.

Someone, I can't remember who, said that the crappy threads we all know about are interesting, and they are, but I try not to spend too much time looking at them, and try to keep my mouth shut when I do look. I don't like seeing people fight and argue and be mean to each other. That is a very hurtful way to spend your time.

I want this place to be fun for me and everyone else. I just hope that soon we will see the cycle go back to what everyone seems to say that they want it to be. Good threads that promote discussion and don't hurt people and their feelings. Some people do well at keeping away from the crap, and I admire them for doing that. I need to do more of it myself, but I find I still voyeur them.

I think, I believe that everyone here has something good to say and I hope that you think that of me, once or twice.

Thanks for posting this positive thread, Dillinger.