He musst have man boobs and that's confused him.Sir-Sister-of-Suck wrote: ↑Fri Sep 06, 2019 8:41 pmYou are most definitely safe to still assume that
Anything to do with gender and the status of women and men.
There are certain humans that nature doesn't seem to want to have pass on their genes.
You DIRTY old man !!
On the subject of sexuality, I'll tell you a funny story. When I was 19 y.o. and studying for my first degree. I used to spend a lot of time playing pinball in the University's recreation centre with my mates. This was back in the days when Pinball machines were still popular - i.e; a long time ago now. Because we were young boys and all of us had been educated in private boys' Grammar schools, the topic of wanking was often discussed while we "played the silver ball."
Anyway, a character who we were friendly with was a champion Rugby player called Barry. His nick-name was "Cherry Cheer" (a fizzy red soda drink) as he was under strict instructions not to get drunk on beer in public while he was playing Rugby for the University.Barry was 6 foot 6 inches tall and built like a German tank. He was a forward and, as I say, he played for the University's A team. He went on play for Queensland and was unlucky not to have been selected to represent Australia in the later half of the 1980's.
So, one Friday, me and the gang are playing Pinball in the Rec Centre and discussing how the stress of the looming end of Semester exams results in a compensatory increase in daily masturbation frequency (masturbation being an effective way to treat episode of acute stress/anxiety/tension. We're taking about this when Barry arrives at our Pinball table. "Hey Bazza !" we say. "Hi guys"; what's goin' down ?" he asks. Aw, we're just talkin' about how Timmy wanks himself seven times a day during "SWOTVAC" (the week before the end of semester exams commence). Timmy's face turns bright red and everyone laughs. "Well", says Barry as he focuses on the silver ball he's playing, "I used to do a lot of wanking like that too, but now I'm heavily into fruitiality ? "What's that? ", we ask. "What you do is buy some paw paw fruits from the supermarket and put 'em in the fridge at home. Then, when you feel the urge to have a wank you take out a paw paw and cut a circular hole in the skin at one end, then you put it in the microwave, but not for too long, just long enough to make it warm. Then you insert the old mentula through the hole you've cut and give the paw paw a good seeing to. It's great coz the fruit inside is all squishy and juicy and there's lots of round black seeds inside that add to the stimulation."
There's a pregnant pause. Nobody dares to laugh or tell Barry that it all sounds just a little bit sick. Finally, - cowards that we were -, we say, "Yeah, sounds ace Bazza" and "Good thinking Baz , might give the old fruitiality a try myself this week-end - can you do it with pineapples and watermelons ?"
(That's a true story BTW, I kid you not)
Dachshund (Der Uberweiner)
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Whatto old chap. Jolly japes all 'round I say.
I read all your post Lacy so thank you for your candid honesty and for being generous and intimate with the sharing of your beliefs.
I have to say, in my response, I recognise, empathise, resonate, and relate to your reply . I really enjoyed reading your story.
However!! and this is a HUGE however.....
Life for me, is, was and always will be a total mystery that can never be solved, and because the mind always seems to be searching for answers that in my opinion can never be found is why that painting ''The Scream by Edvard Munch'' speaks so loudly to me in literally millions of ways.
vegetariantaxidermy wrote: ↑Sat Sep 07, 2019 12:31 am
Are men and women really compelled to disturb the peace of unborn people by imposing a life on them without their permission?
This is bascially what couples do when they both opt to bring a new life into the world, but this is just my opinion here ok.
Yes, and I'm not afraid to admit to the world that I have a nihilistic world-view. Simply because I like to be real about what is actually real. I have no desire to sugar coat reality.
Yes many times.Dachshund wrote: ↑Fri Sep 06, 2019 8:12 pmHave you ever noticed how we can have a very strong feeling that someone who is there in the room, very close to us, someone whom we can see and hear and whom we can touch is nevertheless not "PRESENT", s/he is infinitely further away from us than such a loved one who is thousands of miles away, or who has passed on and is no longer belongs to our world ?
For me, what you see and love in others is the beauty that is within your own self/heart reflecting back at you. Same applies to the sensation you feel when you have the compelling urge to avoid or ignore someone. There is no separation there between any sentient creature. As for the human being, they have invented their own form of communication via conceptual language which is a story they have authored and are reading to themselves, for the human there is nothing outside of the story they inform themselves of having. Their story is their reason to be, it's their addiction to living, for without it, they are nothing, so of course they are going to cling onto their story for deal life.
This for me, is just more story telling, humans like doing this it's an addiction to themselves.
What I think is that no one ever opted to be born. So what the actual born think or make-belief about their born reality is entirely up to them and is of no one else's business.Dachshund wrote: ↑Fri Sep 06, 2019 8:12 pmForget about nihilism - it is a sickness of the soul that was unleashed on the West by some very bitter and twisted, hate-fuelled men (neo- Marxist philosophers like: Jacques Derrida; Michel Foucault; Richard Rorty; Lyotard, and the list goes on). Think about you you life to date, all of the intense, happiness, sorrow, joy compassion, struggle, bliss, triumphs you have personally experienced; all those times your heart has been deeply touched (or broken) by some trivial, little domestic commonplace. Can you REALLY believe that none of it has a single shred of meaning, none of it has any value, none of it has any purpose ; that its all just worthless shit that was always destined die, and that death is finis (i.e. "Dead IS Dead").
I can't believe it, it doesn't make sense ? What do you think ?
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I suppose I can relate to that, but what about attachment?Lacewing wrote: ↑Fri Sep 06, 2019 5:47 pmAs you are aware of at times, there is nothing actually being gained or lost. It is the experience of the moment -- that is precious -- and then a new moment comes along. There is always MORE to be experienced, regardless of who it might be with. The EXPERIENCE is the gift, perhaps! That's what this human thing is all about. What can we experience, and what can we do with that? Then we're gone. Sweet.
It's something we form isn't it, and yet nothing is ours to attach to as everything is constantly changing, coming and going, it seems there is nothing we can call our own. It seems ONE is a lonely number, and that those who become comfortable with that truth are the ones who are really at peace.
The gift of EXPERIENCE is not always what we want, the gift sometimes is not welcome, but it still has to be endured, we cannot refuse the gift of life, for we never asked for it in the first place, we have no choice but to endure it, we have to open the gift whether we want it or not, and it's not always what we want.
Thanks to you too. I've always liked you Lacy right from the start, even though I've not always shown it in some of the past banter we've shared with each other. I love your sense of humor though, it sparks off a good giggle in this one here.
I like Harbal as well, although he had to grow on me, at first I couldn't work him out...but he's actually ok, a very funny character. Assuming he is a he, I have no idea.
I didn't know you don't want to solve it did I ? so that little problem you brought up about if it could be solved is solved now.