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Why I Adore Netzach:


There's stuff that feels bad that you know is good, like dentistry.

And there's stuff that feels bad that you know is bad, like decapitation by religious fanatics.


If such a woman as this has compelling fantasies about aging, slantified gum-shoes, who am I to say her nay?

-B
 
bridgeburner said:
If you're inclined to get twisted over my spelling all I can say is that I hope you enjoy it. ;->

...And if you are inclined to get twisted over my getting twisted, and to show, likewise, no inclination of enjoyment, other than what could well be a nervous twitch in one eyelid... and to, furthermore, completely ignore that you were once a woman after my own heart -- who is now flirting outrageously with Netzach before my very (virtual) eyes! -- then let me retract my previous retraction.

The English transliteration of Fagelah: Faygeleh. You could even, in a pinch (though who'd pinch you for such a thing, I have no idea), make that Faygel. And while I could understand wishing to leave off the seemingly uneccessary 'y,' the 'lah' end is simply anatomically incorrect. (Unless maybe in some new usage referring to the transgendered? lah: female; leh;male)

:kiss:
:D
 
I could explain what happened but it would take a realllly realllly long time, bore everyone else to death and isn't necessary anyway. I'll just think at you really hard and then you'll get it. It's one of those "No, no, I meant.....and you meant.....but you thought that I thought when really it was.....oh, okay, all right and tight now" things.

my brain hurts.

I've been taking it in turns to alternately abuse and coddle a bunch of twitchy netizens for the last two days and I'm sooooo ready to wash my hands of them......or maybe just line them all up for a Double-Sided Stooge Slap.

Man, I miss The 3 Stooges.



-B
 
Hi, sweetie! Just curious -- is this a blurt? Sorry you've been having a bad couple of days with work. Me, too.

We live in a very politically correct academic town and it's bringing out my contrarian tendences. Happened to be talking with a friend just today about getting the 3 stooges for my kids so they can turn out just as twisted as me. (whoop, whoop, whoop.)

Hugs.
 
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Um, Roscoe

One of the finest citizens has left adolescence and the Mayor hasn't even given him the key to the city yet. This hurts.
 
Phoenix,

Sort of a blurt but then a lot of what I say just comes out that way. Basically it was a post to say I had no idea what you meant but it looked like maybe you'd misunderstood what I meant but in any event none of it meant anything much at all but if it had, the similar convolutions of our brains were in agreement on some plane anyway.

Oh, lord, you don't live in that town where the woman got arrested/ticketed for snoring do you? Because her neighbor called in and said she was disturbing the peace? Same town which was the first to ban smoking within 20 or 50 yards of any doorway to any public building?

I only went to that town twice while I was in college --- once to an art show and once to a beer joint called Sudwerks, but living only 20 minutes away I heard lots of very scary things about the neo-fascism of the radical liberal politics there.

Funny isn't it how left and right radicals meet on the back end in Fascism?

And just to keep this from being totally off topic I still want to beat people today but not quite as urgently as I wanted to beat them yesterday.


-B
 
The Marquis has once again gotten emotional and made an ass of himself. Apologies all around.
 
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Re: Um, Roscoe

Marquis said:
One of the finest citizens has left adolescence and the Mayor hasn't even given him the key to the city yet. This hurts.

Marquis:

My spiritual sons have no need of keys to the city and other pomp and circumstance. The entire city was built as their inheritance and my heartsblood hath consecrated the cornerstone thereof.

Now that you've achieved the age of a Man, enter and let me dress you in golden robes, wash you feet, annoint you with oils and linniments and place this silvery star upon your brow.

We've not seen you enough around here, young man. Post more often!

(happy bday)
 
Marquis, congratulations. (Cute pic btw. And who the wants to be normal, anyway? Ick. Normal people are boring. You look scarily normal in the picture, if that's any consolation. And Father Rosco is a pip, isn't he?)
 
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bridgeburner said:
Phoenix,


Oh, lord, you don't live in that town where the woman got arrested/ticketed for snoring do you? Because her neighbor called in and said she was disturbing the peace? Same town which was the first to ban smoking within 20 or 50 yards of any doorway to any public building?

I only went to that town twice while I was in college --- once to an art show and once to a beer joint called Sudwerks, but living only 20 minutes away I heard lots of very scary things about the neo-fascism of the radical liberal politics there.

Funny isn't it how left and right radicals meet on the back end in Fascism?

And just to keep this from being totally off topic I still want to beat people today but not quite as urgently as I wanted to beat them yesterday.


-B

Er.... I thought I was extremely droll in that post. Guess not. The reference to your ;) as having a nervous twitch in one eye, and the outrageous hmmphing at your flirt with Netzach wasn't a giveaway? Oh well. Please don't tell me I have to resort to using this::D all the time again. Poor me. So misunderstood. Poor you -- thinking I was mad? Ahhhh.... :kiss: to put on your owie.

Was that Berkeley where all that happened? Nahhh.... Our town has been in the news for similar stuff though, some of it quite funny.

Let's see... to get this back on topic... what Was the topic? Let's see, we'd moved off of transexuals and crunchy granola Korean sex workers, on to... :devil:
 
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I don't read much more than I post, possibly less.

I guess it goes along with my egomaniacal problems.
 
Phoenix Stone said:
Hi, sweetie! Just curious -- is this a blurt? Sorry you've been having a bad couple of days with work. Me, too.

We live in a very politically correct academic town and it's bringing out my contrarian tendences. Happened to be talking with a friend just today about getting the 3 stooges for my kids so they can turn out just as twisted as me. (whoop, whoop, whoop.)

Hugs.
 
Isn't life a motherfucker. Here I am, using my friend's Mac, bored, not enough energy to go out, not tired enough to go to sleep. I can't even drink on my meds and I'm trying to cut back on the weed. Its the summer time so most of my booty calls are on vacation and I don't have the energy to go scoop a fresh bitch from the bars. If this is healing, I'm not sure I wouldn't rather be sick.

One of you submissive whores call me up for phone sex!!

I'm such a snert.
 
Wow, phone sex. I haven't done that in ages --- 2 years or more. Hell, I haven't even had a land line phone in nearly 8 months.

I did, however, look at an apartment this morning that may become mine where I will once again have a phone that doesn't cut out when the wind blows.

It wasn't really on my list of considered advantages to getting out into my own place again but now that you mention it I think it definitely deserves to be on the list.


Jesus, god, let this one work out before I kill my roommate and her yappy little dogs.


-B
 
from "Conversations with a Pedophile: In the Interest of Our Children. By Amy Hammel-Zabin

I was 7 when I first offended. I lured a boy of 5 into a storage shed and manipulated him into pulling down his pants and underpants. It was in the middle of summer, and the child was wearing no shirt, shoes or socks, so when he submitted to my demands, he was standing naked before me. Once he had stood there for a moment or two, staring at the floor to avoid my eyes, I told him to get dressed, and after bribing him to keep our secret, we left.

Although I had no physical contact with the boy, the absolute high came for me the instant the child undid the snap to open his pants. I felt as if electricity were pouring through me. I enjoyed making him stand there, but the rest of his act, actually taking the pants down, was not nearly as exciting as when he made the first move indicating that he was going to do what I wanted.

discuss...
 
eve--

not sure what you're looking for. it's a good description of a compulsion with a frisson due to illegality, liability to penalty etc.

it's the same as if someone--a Jeffrey Dahmer-- wrote of the compulsion to fuck a corpse (of his own making).

some, fortunately few, 'sick' types have compulsions that are highly antisocial; that cause suffering or death to 'innocents'.

it is ironic that one person's 'magic moment' --well described in that sense-- is quite different for another, but it doesn't make me feel good, or sympathetic.

for instance, i'm getting my throat slashed and I know the person doing it is getting a real 'high'. it's not a 'high' for the me, 'receiving party'. (a fact ignored by the aggressor)

indeed, THAT is the sickness of most of these compulsives. narcissism. THEIR high is the only thing that matters. utter failure of empathy.

{{Added note: the comments above apply to the adult who was once the 7 year old in the story; the seven year old is not necesarily 'abnormal' or doing anything illegal.}}

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in respect of rr's comparison of an act with a prostitute, yes some similarities. the man's 'high' is what matters to him. the pro pretends it matters to her and that she gets off. in her head, at the 'magic moment', she's doing her banking.

OTOH, she is not being harmed in any way. The man is limited, acting a bit brutish. BUT he's not murdering anyone. He has a boundary that makes him a social being. IF he were asked "Why not slit her throat after, for an additional kick?" he'd say, "I'm not a psycho killer, just a john."
 
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