Love film : Like Water for Chocolate
Film with an unbelievable ending but lovely all the same : Miracle in Rome
Love of Father for a son : The Winslow Boy
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Aristophanes
Over 90 days ago
Straight Male, 71
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At the moment, being 'made' to talk, just when I can't really string three words together...
And if you were 'made' to be silent??? :twisted:
Come and make me if you think you're hard enough! :twisted:Â
Ok! You're on! :twisted: :twisted:
On?! You'll be wanting the period sex thread again ...
How soon can you get here?
Indeed I shall, for the Chthonic rites!
Within the hour but I shall make you wait for your incoherent three words and your 'enforced' silence...." the meaning is in the waiting "...
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Doesn't bother me either with someone I know well; I like it, and I like the acceptance of 'everything that I am' kind of thing.
I especially like going down on a beloved when she's on. It's an act of worship. The smells and taste of such a special time; the taking in of her menstrual blood into my mouth and thence into my own body is a celebration of her womanhood.
Oh alright then, you smooth-talking Greek dramatist!
When you resurface looking like some crazed werewolf fresh from a kill, just don't kiss me til you've washed your face, brushed your teeth and gargled Listerine! :P
What makes you think I want to resurface?! :twisted:
The Dionysic like ritual I'd be celebrating with you might inspire more plays!
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Doesn't bother me either with someone I know well; I like it, and I like the acceptance of 'everything that I am' kind of thing.
I especially like going down on a beloved when she's on. It's an act of worship. The smells and taste of such a special time; the taking in of her menstrual blood into my mouth and thence into my own body is a celebration of her womanhood.
St Cedd. In Essex. Founded a community near Bradwell-on-Sea. What is considered the oldest church in Britian still exists near the sea wall by the bird santuary. A wonderful place to be on a winter's day. Looking out to the channels that lead to the North Sea. Did some Buff swimming there once when a group of school children turned up and I had to stay in the freezing water till they'd gone.
Perhaps St Cedd should be the patron saint of shrunken plums!!!
Perhaps St Cedd should be the patron saint of shrunken plums!!!
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Muff dive a Frank Muir fan and have a second female read me Charles Bukowski's short story The Fuck Machine whilst doing so. Ok I'm strange but then who isn't?!
Stranger that you know two women who fit the bill! ;)
Well I know the first one!
Is she a fruit and nut case?
Yes! she looks remarkably like the woman in the canoe. She looks very happy as she paddles by. D'you think her Muff is being dived?
Early morning....For the birdsong that erupts the other side of my bedroom window. Also for the scent of the earth that changes as the season changes.
Early afternoon....For the different types of light that bathe the countryside around here.
Early evening....For the pink clouds that hover above the Black Mountains at sunset.
Night...For the owls that call each other across the valley in the small hours.
Early afternoon....For the different types of light that bathe the countryside around here.
Early evening....For the pink clouds that hover above the Black Mountains at sunset.
Night...For the owls that call each other across the valley in the small hours.
What ever style of playing you adopt be sure to practise every day. Aim for at least an hour if you get time. Be sure to practise very, very slowly. That way you'll learn things a lot quicker. Play both electric and acoustic. On the acoustic front, if you can afford it, have both steel stung and nylon strung. If you have all three types of guitar you'll have a wider spectrum of playing and thus lots more fun. Good luck!
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Forgive the hijack, but thank you, splendid, your post reminded me of a poem I love by Zelda. This translation is gender specific so substitute what you will:
Each Man Has A Name
Each man has a name, given him by God
And given him by his father and mother.
Each man has a name given him by his stature
And his way of smiling,
And given him by his clothes.
Each man has a name given him by the mountains
And given him by his walls.
Each man has a name given him by the planets
And given him by his neighbours.
Each man has a name given him by his sins
And given him by his longing.
Each man has a name given him by his enemies
And given him by his love.
Each man has a name given him by his feast days
And given him by his craft.
Each man has a name given him by the seasons of the year
And given him by his blindness.
Each man has a name given by the sea
And given him by his death.
How beautiful! :thumbup:
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I had a rather painful phonecall and alternated between stunned and sobbing for most of the evening.
I think it would have happened even if SH had been available though so I can't blame it. I suppose I could blame deancannock though. Where's that thread?!
:therethere:
Having your snip done is one of life’s moments you don’t forget. My doctor offered me 3 choices. Have it done privately by a urogenital consultant within a fortnight for £200 (This was in 1998). Pay £64 and have it done within a few months or wait for up to 2 years on the NHS. Settling for the £64 job seemed a good compromise.
The big day arrived and it was snowing a blizzard and I had to be at the hospital for 8 in the morning. I got a friend to come with me in case I couldn’t drive afterwards but they need not have bothered as driving back was fine. There were 7 of us to be done and we were ushered into this waiting area with a tele blasting away. The ward sister came in. She was a huge Hatty Jacques type with blonde hair and a beaming smiling face. She sat in the middle of us and looked around smiling then slapped her knees and said in a booming Valleys voice, “ Hello Boys!!”
She got a few timid murmurs by way of reply. Then a piece came on the tele about transvestites and the irony of the situation had a few of us laughing and wondering if this was actually a video they showed to blokes about to be “done”.
We had to change into these open backed gowns and put on white football socks.
Then wait by our beds for the sister to come around and make sure we’d all shaved our nuts. I felt like a flasher when she bent down in front of me and told me to pull the gown up. She said that it was a quick procedure and quite painless. Then added that in some men the tube was more taut than in others and that sometimes the surgeon had to tug on it. Such guys might feel “a little discomfort”.
The thing that I thought was going to hurt (needle in the balls) didn’t hurt at all. Didn’t feel a thing. They don’t plunge the needle through your nuts anyway. Where I was unlucky though was that I was one of those with the tight tubes.
There was a huge pot of tea and big plate of sandwiches waiting for us as we came back one at a time after being done. We had to lay on the bed for an hour and the sister checked the incisions every now and again. I was lucky. Didn’t have any swelling. They told us to lay in bed for a day or so with a small bag of frozen peas over each incision.
Had to take semen samples in at three months and five months with the result being given out a month later. The semen certainly changes texture.
I think more blokes should consider it. It’s done in 15 minutes is relatively painless. Sure some chaps are unlucky with infections etc. but the procedure for the lady is far more complicated.
The big day arrived and it was snowing a blizzard and I had to be at the hospital for 8 in the morning. I got a friend to come with me in case I couldn’t drive afterwards but they need not have bothered as driving back was fine. There were 7 of us to be done and we were ushered into this waiting area with a tele blasting away. The ward sister came in. She was a huge Hatty Jacques type with blonde hair and a beaming smiling face. She sat in the middle of us and looked around smiling then slapped her knees and said in a booming Valleys voice, “ Hello Boys!!”
She got a few timid murmurs by way of reply. Then a piece came on the tele about transvestites and the irony of the situation had a few of us laughing and wondering if this was actually a video they showed to blokes about to be “done”.
We had to change into these open backed gowns and put on white football socks.
Then wait by our beds for the sister to come around and make sure we’d all shaved our nuts. I felt like a flasher when she bent down in front of me and told me to pull the gown up. She said that it was a quick procedure and quite painless. Then added that in some men the tube was more taut than in others and that sometimes the surgeon had to tug on it. Such guys might feel “a little discomfort”.
The thing that I thought was going to hurt (needle in the balls) didn’t hurt at all. Didn’t feel a thing. They don’t plunge the needle through your nuts anyway. Where I was unlucky though was that I was one of those with the tight tubes.
There was a huge pot of tea and big plate of sandwiches waiting for us as we came back one at a time after being done. We had to lay on the bed for an hour and the sister checked the incisions every now and again. I was lucky. Didn’t have any swelling. They told us to lay in bed for a day or so with a small bag of frozen peas over each incision.
Had to take semen samples in at three months and five months with the result being given out a month later. The semen certainly changes texture.
I think more blokes should consider it. It’s done in 15 minutes is relatively painless. Sure some chaps are unlucky with infections etc. but the procedure for the lady is far more complicated.
Don't know what you'd work out about me from my music collection. I love John Dowland but also Xenakis. Blind Boy Fuller gives me a buzz as does Ligeti. Bartok served up with Cream goes well. A good dollop of madrigals too. Motets I enjoy only if they're modernish. Fernando Sor and Chuck Berry within the same hour is good too. It's all great stuff. Got no idea how this impacts on my sexuality. Suggestions in both notation and tablature please.
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Fried some leek and garlic with various herbs in sunflower oil. Added finely chopped up mushrooms and sprouts. Pint and a half of vegetable stock. Few cupfuls of lentils. A few cupfuls of barley. Two cans of tomato. Finely chopped. It all made tasty thick soup. Hmmmm
And did you scoff the lot again? There's a lovely vegetarian not a million miles away from you who would probably love your hearty winter dishes!
Ok, hint taken. I'll do some extra shopping. The lovely vegetarian may not like the ice on the windows and the frozen pipes but my soup will be wonderfully hot, wholesome and hearty to keep her warm. :D
