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Skinhead girl, she was my
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Oct 20, 2009 2:33 pm
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Possibly the ugliest fucking pair of pants I have ever owned. Yeah I missed the seventies, I was in diapers or just out of, I did catch the 80's theme of pinning your pants up the inside leg with safety pins and the whole tights or stirrup pants thing but these?
I was a little shit kid, punk, skinhead (S.H.A.R.P) whatever you want to fucking call it because I didn't certainly call myself anything! I liked my clothes catchy, to make a statement, original and in a strange way managed to stay stylish - yeah these were stylish flight pants in my circle okay! What you can't see is the utterly useless laces strapped behind and between the knees, the back side and trust me its just bad all around!
Even sadder is the thing I'm about to admit to you; I bought this pair . three years ago. What the fuck was I thinking? Well like most of you that have kids or money to spend, we are buying things we had as children, buying back our youth.
I think I was in Seattle at some punk shop and these were on clearance (no shit) and my teenage years just sort of weaved a plaid flashback; me leaning against the wall in my leather jacket, plaid pants, smoking with my friends outside the pool hall and that caused me to hold them in my arms as if I were actually going to have to fend anyone from taking them away - okay fine I bought two pairs and I haven't even worn them!
Song of the moment: Skinhead Moonstomp Symarip 1969
*Pyx picture 2009
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Always in Good Company
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Oct 18, 2009 9:39 pm
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It is not selfish for us to want to speak of our loss, death just as in life; people impact us individually and communally. Stranger it might seem to those that like myself that give this online medium a hard time about not being real, I can admit when I wrong, and in this particular moment I couldn't be more honest in my mistake.
There are places in the world that can only be experienced, no matter what we read, words cannot effectively impact upon you the emotion and memory places hold. Only those of us that smell the reality of poverty, death,live and work amongst those without, displaced or forgotten, manage to find ways to truly understand the value of life and in it beauty.
Trinity would tell you she chose to be happy, because if anyone had reason to choose otherwise you would think it was her right? Wrong. I would come back from months away in some horrible dark place in the world and there she was to remind me that even the slivers under my broken and bloody nails were a reminder that I made a choice and it was a good one. She would send me suggestions for recipes because food never tasted so good as when you got back home and were once again brave enough to go into a grocery store.
I remember not long ago she wanted to see the mural I had painted on my bedroom wall, and I was little embarrassed because I am far from an artist and it was really only something I would understand, but there are people, rare as they are, that just kind of get it - and she got me. No matter what phase I was working through when I got home, especially the anger, her socks were there to say it will all be okay. I never much liked socks but the girl could make you want a pair!
I have no words of wisdom to lay at your feet to ease your loss, because it is real but it is yours, and it hurts us all even in perhaps unexpected ways. It is not selfish of us to speak of Trinity, nor is it wrong to remain silent a bit longer and relive those memories. With Trinity we celebrated birthdays, anniversaries and other joyous news; this too deserves to be logged into the interweebs (that's a bit of a joke there guys) because I can say with all sincerity she collected our stories and carried them with her always.
Trin I know you're back at that choice spot, were the air is crisp, and the water is clean - I am just going to carry your story the rest of the way.
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so it would seem....
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Oct 6, 2009 4:08 pm
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I do not think ALT can decide if it is going to let my previous post up or not! It would seem that I have not broken any rules by reporting a Supreme Court case U.S vs Stevens or that there is a fetish out there by the desire of CRUSH - because I am certainly NOT condoning such behaviours
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Crush Fetish in Supreme Court
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Oct 6, 2009 9:59 am
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The U.S Supreme Court will hear the federal government's appeal of U.S. v. Stevens, a circuit court's overturning of a 1999 federal law that makes it a crime to create, sell, or possess depictions of animal cruelty for commercial gain.
For those not aware there is a fetish out there called CRUSH - that consists of the desire to see your partner crush or step on an object or an animal. Crushing by feet or sitting on the target is the focus here people! There are movies, magazines, images...
Before I looked this up I honestly thought the Crush fetish was the desire to see women repeatedly throw cute little kittens against a brick wall or something. Look at that I was wrong...
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Coital Cephalgia - pain of a different colour
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Aug 16, 2009 1:18 am
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 I do not suffer from migraines, nor is it common for me to get headaches, so this was a serious lessons learned that I never before considered for myself let alone someone else I am with. Despite what studies have shown, sex might in fact relieve headaches, I have recently found out the hard way that it can also cause them.
Coital Cephalgia can be brought on by any kind of sex or masturbation. See I told you there would be evidence that I suffer an inability to do masturbate! Though rare, only 1 out of 360 headaches (people with headaches) are sex headaches, they can also be cause by getting into position a part of a bigger phenomenon called exertional headaches (caused by exercise).
Men and women seem to have the same rates of exerctional headaches, whereas men seem to have a higher rate of sex headaches specifically. They vary from person to person but the headaches are divided into three basic types:
Early mild (pre-coital) that are short lasting
Orgasmic sudden and severe
Post-coital last up to a day
These sex headaches are felt at the base of the skull (can be all over) from mild pain to exploding, they do not however occur with every sex act and one can go years between episodes. Sex raises blood pressure which then in turn raises the pressure in the head along with muscle tightening and tension and you have a potential combination for a sex headache.
I do not google my symptoms, nor am I an alarmist, I do however talk with women about sex and since my experience have found that in fact I do know someone that has suffered from this, though she has a pre existing condition of migraines, coital cephalgia had her out for the count for six weeks!
I had never experienced this kind of pain before, it was as if someone reached into the right lobe of my skull and began to squeeze my brain, sending a horrifying pain down my neck, and up behind my right eye. My biggest fear was I was suffering from a fucking brain tumor or something - it was that bad. The next day I got no relief, woke in the middle of my sleep with a reminder that I was still in pain. Three days later however I am feeling much better but I haven't touched my personal toy since.
So my point of sharing all of this with you?
Just something else to look out for when you have someone in your bed, tied to your cross, or under foot - it is hard to be expressive in a loving, caring, sincere manner when one is in pain and the rest of us should consider that perhaps it is not worth getting upset over if your partner says: I have a headache.
*Information via Canadian Health Services
** More severe symptoms or diagnosis were omitted from this entry
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Sex on Cam
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Aug 12, 2009 4:09 pm
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When viewing someone sexually on cam, and for the sake of my query, it is a couple or group of people what is it that you, the viewer, want to see?
The extreme close-up of sexual parts doing what they do
don't need faces just give me organs?
Gyno cam shot of the grand finally ?
cream pies and other saucy finishes?
Do you prefer to see their faces and bodies ?
rest assured a deposit was made even if you didn't see it?
Prefer style and presentation that show the group/couple enjoying each other over everything else - yeah that's great you can turn your girl upside down to eat her out, get on with it already?
As I thumb through videos I know for certain AUDIO is a must but other than this, perhaps because I am a girl, I really don't need to see something's that close up. I have had sex so I kind of get the gist of it! Rarely however do I see a video where everyone is involved and ignoring the camera, and sincerely enjoy one another but I also know this is some of the appeal.
Thoughts?
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Grow the fuck up already
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Jul 30, 2009 2:28 pm
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**bends over and pukes on her shoes**
I was just thinking today about how much I have changed, as a person, in just the past year. I am not any better nor do I feel any worse, simply a shift in priorities and far more experimental with myself � yay me! I am no longer simply using other people to have fun!
**falls over and sighs**
Giving other qualities I have always possessed a chance to be up front and in the spot light for a change. There is no fooling you guys it is true, I have always been funny, critical, extremely political and a bit of a romantic.
**gets up off the floor and pulls at the run in her stocking**
I am talking about my ability to be teeth rotting, stomach turning, obnoxiously� sweet!
I want to convince you I am happy and sane!
**stumbles away leaving a Pyx love blood trail**
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Jul 28, 2009 11:26 am
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I rarely have dreams that involve sexual intercourse, as often as I try to think of sexual situations when I rest my head on my pillow behold it never sticks. My dreams are filled with confusion, violence, and the freak show circus grotesque I adore so much.
Not last night.
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I was me as I am to myself, humming a song while I cleaned a kitchen that was no more familiar to me than the polar bear rug lying on a very large kitchen table, but I felt a sense of comfort as if it were home.
I turned on a white fan at the foot of a very large unmade bed, the white sheets wrinkled from previous occupation. In my dream I slept till a strong mature hand ran its way up my bare leg and to my surprise, seeing myself as I did, this tender touch prompted me to open my legs.
I could feel a man's weight on my back, the tickle of hair by my ear as he bit at my shoulder and began to tear my night shirt off. He wasted no time with great confidence going after my breasts, pulling and pinching at them, his forehead pressed into the back of my head, forcing me to breathe in the feather pillow. I raised my hips up off the bed to move myself to one side do I could breathe but was confronted with a rather distracting erection.
I watched myself go limp.
He sat up on the back of my legs and every second he took to pull down my white panties I became more needing. The panties were only pulled so far and I felt no mercy as fingers fucked me, his free hand holding my face into the down pillow, and I clawed out my frustration on white sheets.
With great authority I was pulled back onto my knees as I took my first deep breath of air since being forced into the pillow. His fingers were digging into my hip, my eyes stayed closed as to not ruin all the sensation. Then I could feel myself being cleaned, but not as though I were dirty, more accurately dried.
A thick towel wiped me dry and most disturbing was the absorbent material being forced inside my body to ensure I was not going to be wet again anytime soon. I felt raw not from the fist fucking but more from the towel and I made a move towards the bed post and my finger tips barely made it before I my position was corrected.
Without hesitation I felt this massive force trying to push its way through what can in retrospect be described as a dry, very dry, pussy. It hurt, stung a whole lot, and I loved it. Having not gotten very far he pulled back and shoved into me again. I whimpered some but knew with a couple more attempts I would soon be wet enough to let him in? I got the impression that was not what he wanted. With great offense he used one set of fingers to open my vaginal lips and assault me once more. That time I screamed in agony - sand paper on sand paper.
Something very strange happens when they body betrays you and shifts from bolting fearful dryness to drenched wanton gyration. What seemed like hours of fucking and endless orgasms on my part, I being me as I see myself, was thankful when it was almost over and he removed himself from me.
I could feel him change his position and as I turned to see his back and shoulder off the bed, his hands holding himself up off the floor. I saw his face for the first time, but this didn't stop me from climbing onto his hips while my feet dangled from the side of the bed and rode him to an intense orgasm of his own. Even in my dream it was all rather graphic, disturbing and it should be of some comfort to me that my dream ended with me cleaning the polar bear carpet with my weasel by my side- I can't get over the fact that I fucked my father.
*this was a dream and no way reflects the reality of the relationship I have with my father.
** I am however at a loss of appetite
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