The pool party...

[Lady_Kit]

"Couldn't find the waiter, softcaress, hope I did ok for you!" *hands softcaress a wine glass, droplets of water bead the sides, and rising from the inside the delicate bouquet of a perfectly chilled Chablis*

Who said I didn't touch? *grins* It has been my observation that I can, and do, get away with a little more than a man might. (It’s a very interesting bit of discrimination, is it not?) The girls seem to make sure that I have more access than men do. I sit with my palms resting on my thighs, fingers hanging down to caress my inner thigh…and whatever else may come close.

So we’ve been in the club for an hour or so before the feature, Nina Hartley, performs. New male arrivals are still taken aback when they see me sitting on my high stool. My outfit was getting its fair share of notice. I think your question about panties was on the minds of several customers softcaress. The answer is … I was wearing a thong…black lace… Although I couldn’t compete with the dancers for beauty, I had something none of them had…my husband. According to him, the sexiest woman in the room was the wife (me) who was going to use all of the excitement built by the sexy little dancers, on the man she took home (hubby).

Nina is a fantastic woman. Not tall, compact…full breasts, high on her chest, firm, and seemingly sensitive…her ass is legend…tight, curvy, and all together delightful. She laughs when she performs on stage and screen, it seems as though she really enjoys sex. Her show was everything you could want, but was too soon over. After the show, she was selling photos at the back of the room. We got into line like everyone else, but didn’t stay long. Nina saw me standing there, the only woman in the group, and motioned me forward. We took several photos for Hubby…hands and bodies positioned provocatively on him and each other. He treasures those pics…*grin*

Hubby and I headed home at the end of the night. We were both soooo turned on! I couldn’t help but stroke myself all the way home! I smelled like all the women who danced for me, I could still feel the touch of their skin as they “accidentally” brushed against me, could still feel the impression of soft lips that kissed my cheeks at the end of songs, and as we left.

We had cosmic sex that night! Hubby kept talking to me about the dancers…what he’d like to do to them, what he’d like to see me do with them, and what he’d like to see them do to me! My imagination went wild. At some point I came to admit that I not only enjoyed looking at other women, I wanted to touch and explore them as lovers. . . . and here I am.

*I move to Cat and begin to massage her tired shoulders…working up and down her lovely neck…moving my hands below the water…across her chest…lower just brushing her breasts…*

“Oh you have delicious breasts, Cat.” I kiss her neck...gently...softly...moving my lips up to her ear...her cheek... and place a soft kiss on her mouth. I smile….

“better?”

Kisses!!!

 

[softcaress69]

Thank you Lady Kit...

Lady Kit, you did fantastic! As I take the perfectly chilled glass of Chablis inhaling its delicately fruity bouquet…

That is an incredible sensual seen you portrayed! I have to admit to a great deal of arousal picturing this seen and a twinge of jealousy. That you are able to have the opportunity to experience touching such beauty and being allowed to! Is it my understanding, that normally men aren’t allowed to touch the dancers even when they are giving a lap dance? In addition, for them to give you being a woman, even more access. Few!

To say that your husband was extremely lucky to have benefited from that sexual tension would be an understatement! I believe I am benefiting more from your and Cat’s descriptions than I would in person at a club.

It also sounds like that was a real eye opening experience for you sexually! Had you felt an attraction to other women before this or was this a complete reversal for you? You also said that this experience showed you that you love to be watched…

What do the dancers, like Nina Hartley, actually do on the stage? Also, Embarrassed… I ask… what is a pole dance? Blush!

I then turn and run my hands lovingly up Cat’s legs feeling the tingling in my fingertips…

 

[MizTabby]

another time...

It's been the best sort of experience I've had in a really long time being in the company of such lovely people. But I know I'm feeling not up to par, and I ought to go back to my more mundane affairs.
Thank you all for welcoming me with open arms, your warmth and sincerity mean a lot to me and I am thankful I was able to share in your exciting moments.
wishing you love and laughter,

Misty
=^o^=

 

[rashid]

On the beach

There are days I like to just walk the beach and find myself a big ol rock to sit on facing the surf. With no one there but me and the IS it's possible to get a sense of how utterly insignificant I am in the scheme of things. The seagull overhead is no more concerned with the angst of my life than is the rock on which I sit. The wind doesn't care about my sorrows, it's just the wind. Surounded by grandure, I can let myself melt into the rock and just be. In those moments I'm more aware than ever that "I" am not the body I wear, I'm not my thoughts or the things I create; "I" am seperate from all of these things and it's this which reminds me that all the daily stresses and stains don't amount to much. It's not personal, it just is.

How does this relate to strip bars? Well, if I put myself in the shoes of the dancer (now there's a visual for ya ) I suddenly realize I'm just a seagull or a rock or a blade of sawgrass in her world. Transient, meaningless, no more than a source of bucks to pay the rent. If I want to be more than that I have to break through a barrier. Make a connection. In such an environment it's necessary to somehow get past the body to the mind. It's easy to do this if one has no scruples. Empty promises are hard currency in this world. Nice guys, however, usually don't make empty promises. They also don't want to take a stripper home to meet the family. By default they will go home alone because they're unwilling or unable to make that connection. It's a lot like going to the zoo - it's just that for most men, the bars are invisible. They're in the cage wandering around wishing and hoping without having a clue to the rules of the game.
There's a lot more here to explore so for now I'm going back to the beach. Hugs and smooches for you. And Mystique - it may be a good time to stick around.

 

[Cathay]

The "is" around us...Can we make a connection?

Hmmm. Hi everyone. And yes, I am paying attention. Ah Kit, your lips are lovely...and leaves little echoes wherever they land. U too,
SoftCaress...you do have such a gentle touch. I am loving this you know.
Ah yes, more slow treading down memory lane (and SoftCaress, this is a much as for me as it is for you.)
I went that night with my companion and two other couples. The other two women with us wanted (I think) to prove how utterly open minded they were and I must say, they failed miserably. They were (dare I say?) AGHAST! What an outrage against women, yadda yadda yadda. I, however had a great time. We sat at the bar and like Kit, we were the only female "customers" in the place. The men with me turned into these total cave men. I wanted to die laughing. (dey was funny)
The other male clientele, acted totally bored. They were probably
regulars and this was obviously no big deal.
We sat at the end of this U shaped bar and that seating gave me a great view of the long bar on both sides where the dancers would be undulating by. I was, understandably curious and more than a little excited. This was a strange new venture for me and I was anxious to be "educated". I was not dissapointed.
At first I was just taking in all the glitter and the loud music...until
SHE came my way. She was an incredibly beautiful woman, She had long brown hair, as long as mine but thick and shiny. She had these faux diamonds strewn thru out and they caught the light and my breath. She had a silver-see thru tube top on and really incredible nipples that peeked through. She wore these little silver short shorts and really tall fuck me heels. She wore no hose, she was so tanned she didn't need 'em. I was entranced!
utterly entranced. And for the FIRST time in my life, I was totally
sexually attracted to another woman. Her eyes caught mine and stayed there. She wore this little Mona Lisa smile on her face and she just...knew. She danced her entire dance in front of me,
never moving to the other side of the dance/bar floor. And I was practically speechless! At the end of her dance, she knelt on her knees, laughed, reached out and with one finger, looped her finger into my one of my ties, pulled me forward, place that same hand in my mane of hair and kissed the breath right out of me.
She nibbled, licked and kissed my for what seemed like forever.
My pelvic hmm pretty much fell on the floor at that point.
I fell in lust with a woman that night. It was the first time in my life that I had ever felt that. Not the last, mind you. But the most powerful. And I am so grateful for that little gift. For that's exactly what it was. I still prefer my fella (and you know who you are...bastard! You've spoiled me for other men) BUT not for other women. And not for a session or 2 with the two of you. That would be heaven and I am actively searchng for the perfect 3rd for our fantasy night. (Hmm at least 1 of us is, hint hint)
Well.....that was the first of my club forays. A thoroughly eye opening , delicious twist to my life.
Rashid, I am somewhat surprised at your thoughts. Gratified but a teeny tiny surprised. You are a nice guy, and I was saddened by the statement that Empty Promises are Hard Currency in this world today. Sounds almost cynical and I know you believe your a realist, well..I believe I am one too. BUT as you are always telling me...My reality is a little innocent and naive. I think, deep down, I know that BUt...I still prefer mine.
Now, it's time for me to chase Kit a little, letting my lips do the
hunting. And SoftCaress, don't you dare go anywhere! I have plans for the 3 of you. Soft kisses, smells and feelings are just part of it. Hmm pass the champagne...I love the way it bubbles.......and not necessarily in my mouth........

 

[Lady_Kit]

Rashid,
Trust you to bring a unique perspective to the discussion!

It's true, there are so many of us (customers), and so few of them (dancers). The only way to connect or be memorable to one of the dancers is with hard currency or a sharp wit.

I have enjoyed conversations with the dancers on several occasions. Many of them are articulate and educated. They have homes and families, ambitions and dreams. They have the many same problems I do, some mundane...new shoes that are too tight...youngest child failing math...and some not.

I have alot of respect for these women. I would have taken the path that some of them had if circumstances had been different. I often think that I could have made a fortune in adult entertainment.

One way or another, most of us are caged. Society, religion, gender or peer pressure create bars that limit our growth and exploration. After years of doing what everyone expected (and livin' in a cage), I made the decision to do what was right. I opened the door of the cage...it wasn't even locked...and I stepped into the sun. Now, my life is my own. How I live it, and with whom I share it is my own business.

I stroll down the beach...in the distance I see a solitary figure sitting on a large rock. As the waves wash over my feet, I move closer...seeking quiet company. I stop by the rock, extend my open hand....a small perfect shell, delicate pink and lavender in color lays on my palm.

I smile...."Here, one in million, and totally unique. Like you, Rashid"

Misty, please come back. We're just playing around and don't mean to offend...we really are nice.

 

[rashid]

Hi kids

Cat - like I said on the phone, when I referred to empty promises as the currency of this world the world in question was the world of exotic dancers. During my years as a bartender I met hundreds of them. Like Kit says, many had husbands and children
and all the same life problems everyone else has. For most of them the attraction was good money with a minimal education. I don't recall any of them being married to doctors, dentists, lawyers or the mayor. The husbands were either blue collar workers or bums the ladies should have left behind. The money from dancing allowed the former to have a better life and the latter to do drugs and drink without stealing from anyone except his wife. The single girls, especially those with children were usually easy prey to any guy willing to profess undying, romantic, love and they generally entertained a long string of ne're do wells with their substantial earnings. These are the girls I was referring to. The only way to survive this onslaught intact is to have a very clear cut purpose. The few who were (literally) working their way through law school did fine. They also never dated the customers and quit the business as soon as they finished school. When sex is a commodity, romance becomes the dream. Sadly, I got to hear all the sob stories of how they were rudely dumped the morning after.

That said there were also a few (a very few) who were genuine sensual creatures. These gals picked and chose who they wanted to play with and usually did the dumping themselves. Trust me when I say that they were highly sought after and had almost legendary reputations among the other dancers. I have to say I admired them greatly and was fortunate enough to spend time with a few. Smart, tough cookies all.

Just the same it wasn't really a very nice world to live in, even as a bartender, Forgive me if I seem a bit cynical and somewhat jaded but it's really like a turd pie. It looks great on the outside but underneath the whipped cream and cherries it's still a turd.

Hi Kit. Welcome to my rock. Thanks for the shell; it's very beautiful and just the kind of thing I treasure. Kiss for your sweet lips. Sit beside me here and visit with the IS.

 

[softcaress69]

Well… Cat… that was incredible! From the reactions of your friends that were with you, many stereotypes that are passed down are diffacult to break free of. Like Lady Kit talked about. Your friends saw the dancers as being exploited but that wasn’t your feeling or the feeling of the dancers. It is diffacult to break free of the teachings of church, family and cultures and allow ourselves to enjoy the moment without judgments or guilt. I understand what Rashid means, it’s diffacult to live in this world and not become somewhat cynical. Especially in the bar business. My dad was a bartender and restaurant manager for 50 years from Florida to L.A.

Smell the breaze of the ocean…Ahhhhhh!

 

[Cathay]

Turd Pie???? lmao

God Rashid, You do have an awesome turn of phrase!! Don't hold back lover..tell us how you really feel! You know I'm kidding.
I love and appreciate our conversations. I am seeing wonderful
self awareness in these posts. And As my daughters and I grew
up we had conversations like this all the time...and that I think
is what I miss the most.
I appreciate the forethought, the utter honesty and emotion that
these "posts" present. They speak to more than just my eyes.
I've never ever lived my life "not aware". I've made a point to live my life aware, awake and awe struck by life around me. And so grateful for every moment of it.
Group Hug!
(I know, I'm a sentimental fool)
I'm gonna just lay back now, admiring the view. ALL of the view.
Smell that awesome ocean breeze, feel the salty air mist upon my skin and watch the stars come out. And to think, I'm sitting here
with three of the brighest.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Cat,

I like that...."as my daughters and I grew up"....its a very accurate statement. We do grow with our children, and sometimes if we're lucky, we all become friends when we're grown. My daughter is now a woman, and learning lifes' lessons for herself. The world she lives in can be unforgiving. So many people, especailly other women, telling her who she should be, what she should look like, what her ideal weight is, and how she should behave if she wants to be a real woman.

What a load of pie filling!

Someone please tell me, when did "liberation" turn into regimentation? Wasn't the point of the womens movement to allow women to be Whatever they wanted? Not just what Gloria thought we should be. If women allow anyone, including other women, to put them into little molds, and dress them up in the uniform of the day, just to prove that they are Liberated, then are they really?

I fought the good fight for years, did my tour of duty as the "single white female" capable, strong, equal to any man! But ya know, I was had! The only people that were happy about my lifestyle were the feminists. I wasn't happy, but They said...."if you don't do this, you let us all down." It wasn't what I wanted, but they said..."sometimes sacrifice is necessary."

Isn't it funny that when the extremists speak, they never consider themselves extreme?

*breathe in....breathe out....smell the healing salt....listen to the waves....observe the stars....I stretch out next to Cat, look up at the sky and realize just how small the Big issues really are*

Kisses All! and count me in on a Group Hug!
Night

 

[softcaress69]

Good morning!

Who’s up for a walk along the beach and breakfast?

I’m listening to your posts and I have enjoyed the honesty and openness you all have shared here also!

We all are pushed and pulled by this group or that, telling us what we should do and shouldn’t… when we really need to be comfortable and just be ourselves rather than what everyone wants us to be. When you are done listening to the Betty Ferdannes or Gloria Stinams what do you end up with? liberated and Alone and they end up with more money because they sold books. Yeah, I also feel like we are insignificant in the scheme of things and why are we here. What difference have we made to others…

My x, about 11 years ago now, after I encouraged her to continue her education and she received her RN degree, decided she was liberated and found a woman and just left with my kids. It would have been nice if she brought the other woman to our bed but she chose to leave… Left me with crushed dreams and hopes. Then I realized that all she wanted me for was to have children. That really hurt! My kids are also grown now embarking on their own life being pushed and pulled by others telling them what is right and what isn’t. Yeah definitely group hug!

 

[Cathay]

Pushing back

Yup, I can relate. I can't possible know how you feel...cuz I'm
not you. But...I can relate. So many times...people have tried to label me..even worse...victimize me. Even with everything, I've gone through...I never called me a.......victim. Other people have tried...I set them straight. SoftCaress, you have kindly and quite openly shared what must have been a very hurtful event in your life. One that may still reverberate thru you and I owe no less to the conversation. So many of us ... come from ghastly childhood(s).. in fact..I don't know what normal is. I am quite sure, that no ONE is normal and all have some experiences that could teach and enlighten us all. Between the ages of 8 and 11 I was sexually molested. In high school, I was raped and when I was 23 between my 3rd and 4th daughters, A stranger brutally raped me, tried to disembowal me. I did lose over 4 feet of intestine but, plucky broad that I am, I pulled the knife out of my tummy and took out his eye. Tried to kill him, but hey ... I was in pain. Gave it me best shot. I was married to a drunken brute who thought (mistakenly) that I was his own personal punching bag. And my mother broke both my arms once in a fit of rage. My point is that life IS what it IS. It's how you react to the cards your dealt. You can play...bluff 'em or fold. I, prefer to play. I prefer to know that I am only responsible for MY actions and not of those around me. I KNOW that I act repsonsibly, I love with all my heart (no matter what kind of love it is), I am Always honest, and I never ever say or do anything to purposely hurt another person. And I am so proud of me. I made a point of NOT raising my children the way I was raised. I taught them to be kind. To work hard, to love the very best they can and to always...give more than they take. They are my most fierce protectors, the very best cheerleaders in the world and my very best friends in the entire world. They believe in themselves and they believe in me. They are awesome parents to my many grandchildren. I'm 46 and have 8 grandbabies with a set of twins due in 6 weeks.
My family is my joy and they are my legacy. I get to look at my life and say "Damn, I did good!" I know that I have changed the world. Does that sound strange? It might, but it's true. I didn't raise a child..I raised a village. My grandchildren will have children and so on and the things I left with my 4 daughters will be passed on to them and way on down the line. It is my contribution to this crazy world and in that...I am immortal. We
all have to stand up and be counted. We all have to know that,
Each person we touch, in any way... will be changed forever. No one who crosses our path is left untouched and changed. The same goes for them. Even though your ex treated you abominally (May I call her a selfish self serving bitch?) It's what you do with the lessons she left you with. You come across to me as a gentle thoughtful man. Which also tells me, you dealt well. Just remember to NOT let her actions guide yours. Consider it a gift. Something to learn from. Just...BE. A lesson that Rashid is learning, and Kit (you darling woman) seems to have learned also. You will probably find your best friend... in you. (If you haven't already)
God, I do get to rambling don't I???? You guys can smack me if you want (lightly plz) A very fine line 'tween pleasure and pain.
I have to leave the island tomorrow for a 3 day business trip,
unavoidable but....necessary. Plz continue the conversations..without me (sigh) and know I'll be back to lay in this beautiful sun, play in the water and romp with the three of you. Sweet dreams all (and forgive me if the info I've shared is like way tooooooo much information.)
I'm just gonna lay back and enjoy myself......and whatever pops up.

 

[softcaress69]

Wow!

Oooooo ouch, Cat! Thank you for sharing that! For you to have come threw that and not be bitter and angry is incredible. You have been threw such horrendous experiences and you sound to be a very sweet and loving person! That must have been awful to have gone threw! It sounds like you have wonderful kids. I’m sure you have taught them a great deal. I have to agree with you, I don’t know what “normal” is. Especially growing up. I have always believed in treating people, as I want to be treated and never deliberately hurt any one and to be honest. Life is too short to be otherwise! You and I and I’m sure Kit and Rashid have been threw many awful experiences. At least with me, it certainly has made me the person I am today. Not perfect and still learning. But I’m getting tired.

I also was molested at 8 by my older male cousin, I had a mother who had mental illnesses and I was her parent, I met my x, who was a lesbian, I then had a gf who used me stole what money I had said she loved me and dumped me because she didn’t want a relationship and I’m broke. I can’t get a job even with a Masters degree because of the blindness. And dating is diffacult because I’m not in a situation to meet people and there is still the discrimination part out there that not many people want to date a blind man. So, here I sit alone. But with, I feel, everyone here as friends. I don’t mean to be to forward! You all may know each other outside this board, I don’t know, but there seems to be more of an openness here. I am, by the way 50 and I have two children. A daughter and son and a granddaughter. They don’t live close and they are busy with their lives. Ok, I’m rambling now! Sorry!

But again hurt to hear how someone could hurt another person like you were hurt! It makes me sick the way people have no regard for others and just use people for their own gain. Ok, Maybe this is too heavy? Sorry! I’m done, wher’es the pool?

 

[rashid]

Yup - life's a beach and then you diet!!!!!!

For years I wondered at all the suffering in the world. Like so many others I hated man's inhumanity to man. I railed against the unfairness of it all. What kind of a God would allow such anguish? And then one day a thought was offered to me that seemed to make sense out of it all. When the IS gave mankind freedom of choice, there was one single stipulation. Zero interference. Zip - zilch - nada!!!! Ya pays your nickle and ya takes yer chances.

So we get to live this life as a school of emotional experience. This means that for one to experience grief, one must experience loss, to experience joy one must experience pleasure and to know life one must encounter death. If this is true (and I choose to believe that it is) then there is a purpose for the existance of rapists, thieves and murderers, for military dictators, and torturers and child molesters. The IS never made an up without a down or a back without a front.

Some years ago I spent a weekend with a large group of other men locked in an old military camp for three days and nights. Towards the end of that weekend all 260 or so were sitting on the floor thanking their suffering for the lessons it taught them. No whining. No bitching or complaining. Just honest recognition that they were who they were, because of the CHOICES they made ABOUT their experiences and NOT because of the experiences themselves.

Viktor Frankle said much the same thing of life in a German concentration camp during WWll. When he later described the difference between the survivors and those who didn't make it, he said the survivors all realised that the only thing the German guards could NOT control was the prisoners mental outlook on the suffering being dealt to them. The toughest minds looked for the value in the pain and they always found it. Even more amazing was that they didn't take it personally. It wwas being done TO them, but it wasn't ABOUT them. What doesn't kill me makes me stronger. When I see my life in context, I am a most fortunate human being. The worst day in my life was better than the best day Viktor Frankle spent in prison.

Sure, I've been dumped by a dame or two - there's just no pleasing some people. Life's not perfect, but hey - my car only breaks down in front of the parts store if you know what I mean. I have a parking fairey who makes sure I get a good spot close to the theatre. I'm 6'2" tall, mostly healthy, free, born to the majority, good looking and with a brain to boot. If Helen Keller and Danny DeVito could make it, I don't have a single legit complaint. My sainted daddy once told me "Son, if you're looking for sympathy it's in the dictionary between shit and syphilis" It later occured to me that success is in there too. So if it's your birthday and the room is full of horseshit - start digging - there's a pony in there somewhere.

Once each day count your blessings. Every day find one new one.
If you want a real challenge, go for 21 days without a single complaint - if you mess up you have to start over. Keep going till you hit 21 consecutive days.
Then call and tell me how your life has changed.

I'm glad to be in such good company - dance like nobody's watching and love like you've never been hurt.

 

[Lady_Kit]

thinking of you all

Today I took a look at the boards to see who was here and who was not. What I found is that the postings didn't stop all together yesterday, and looks as if they will continue from here. Must be true what they say about the need to reaffirm our life after tragedy.

The events in our country yesterday are so much more than just "tragic"; for many they will be devastating. I was fortuate. My family and friends are safe...at least as far as I know. But it would not be accurate to say that I am untouched. None of us are.

I hope that you are all safe.

 

[softcaress69]

Lady Kit and everyone!

I agree, I hope everyone is ok! Yesterdays events were quite illusory.

 

[rashid]

Hi

between work and the events in NY I've been up to my butt. Cat's stuck in Utah and is probably driving home instead of flying so you won't hear from her for a day or two.
Love you guys.
best
T.

 

[softcaress69]

Thanks Rashid!

I had been wondering if Cat was ok. She said she was going away for a few days for work. I'm glad she is ok! Thanks for letting us know!

 

[Lady_Kit]

Rashid-

Thanks for letting checking in and letting us know that Cat is ok. Has anyone heard from Misty? Hope she is well too! Its been a hell of a week for all of us, and we're the lucky ones...

Maybe we should plan a welcome home party for our wandering Cat?

Hugs & Kisses!

Kit

 

[softcaress69]

Hi Lady Kit, I heard from Misty on Tuesday and she is ok. She was just shaken like the rest of us.

 

[Cathay]

Hello again

Hello all,

Well, I'm home. I (like so many others) am off-kilter, in-shock and well, to put it bluntly...My heart and soul aches.
What has humbled me more than the actual attack is the honor
and true heroism that seems to come naturally to Americans when
any of their neighbors are hurt and need help. People here,
and it does seem to be a truly American phenomenen, give their lives almost easily to help others in-need. My daughter, Cara once said that firemen were the only true heroes left. I beg to differ. And I am humbled and I ache with the humility that seeing
this gives me.
I was stuck in Salt Lake City, and after realizing that I would probably not get out before Saturday, rented a car and drove to
Las Vegas. My first time in Vegas and I was booked at Harrahs and all I did was take a hot bath, slept and got in the car and drove home here to Phoenix. And I am happy to be home. Rashid, bless his heart and came over and gave me the hug I so badly needed. For a man, not born in this country, he is more of an American than most people I've ever met. To be honest, he is more Man than any I've ever known. He is easy to love, and I just want to say, being his friend and lover is a priviledge I do not take lightly. I hope he knows that.
I hope that this short note, finds you all well and healing-in-heart.
I know that somehow, We have been changed forever, and I hope as most of us do, that we are changed for the better.
Ya know.......a little party couldn't hurt.............
Love to you all

 

[Guest]

Glad your back safe! And that was a very nice welcome home!

 

[Lady_Kit]

<<<<<HUGZ CAT>>>>>

Cat;

Welcome home! Glad you made it back safe and sound! At least you were able to drive home, I have a client stuck in Greece, but at least she is alive.
This whole week has just been unreal...fancy a statement like that, made here. Every time I saw the news it was like something from Hollywood. Too bad it wasn't.
Our world will never be the same. Through all of this, I find myself so impressed and surprised at the depth of my fellow Americans. I would never have believed that only a week ago, we were a house divided on so many issues, but now, someone has invaded our house, and the differences have been put aside. Amazing!
Below is a link to the Miami Herald, check out the editorial by Leonard Pitts, Jr. It's a great read.
www.herald.com

Ok, must fly, I have a party to plan!

Hugs & Kisses to you All!

Kit

 

[rashid]

God spoke today
Through an ill fated puppet master
who offers hate for hire.
God spoke today
Not in a whisper
or a soft Oh by the way...
God spoke today
In a voice so loud
that thousands died.
God spoke today
and the world listened
for we had thought the master missing
God spoke today
And from the death of many
comes the awakening of many more.
God spoke today
and said "I have created you and
given you dominion over this world.
This is no small challenge.
Raise up the power of love.
Judge not the deeds of others
but bear witness to what they create.
From hate comes love.
From prejudice comes tolerance.
From ignorance comes wisdom.
I cannot learn for you
what you will not learn for yourselves.
Hard lessons demand hard teachers.
Do not hate the madmen.
They too will give their lives
that you might know brotherhood and joy
not for a day but always.
Today you saw the best of you in others -
see it also in yourself and nurture it.
Today your leaders are as fathers -
honor them in their wisdom.
Today you gave your love to strangers -
remember them in the days to come.
Today your watched tradgedy turn to triumph -
think on this - it is your life.
Today you cried for strangers far away -
remember them for they are you.
Today you saw the crush of hate
and the power of love - choose between them
Today you watched as buildings fell and spirits rose -
Honor them.
Today you watched your world change forever
and you have much to do"
God spoke today and said "I love you"

Terry D.
Mesa Az
Sept. 11 2001

 

[Cathay]

Ahhhh Rashid

Once again Rashid, your eloquence, humanity and your heart
reach out and render me breathless. Thank you T for your
thoughtfullness. You brought (once again) another perspective, another much needed "process" to all of us. It is time to thank
the monsters for allowing us to advance. To help us see and recognize joy, pride and feel that special sense of brotherhood
that only this kind of senseless act of violence can give us. May we always remember. One cannot know joy and freedom without
having been ravaged by it's opposite. Thank you for your heart and your uncanny ability to see and express that which we all need.
My hopes go with you all. Kit, Misty, SoftCaress and of course, Rashid. May you all know peace. Embrace each other and remember my favorite scripture. "Adam fell that men might be,
and Men ARE that they might have joy."
Have Joy