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Sunstone Naked! An Interview of Underwhelming Proportions
- Thread starter Sunstone
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If you could live in any time period or decade (apart from the ones which you have already lived through), which would it be?
The answer, in my opinion, crucially depends on how well the two of you get along. Some ex's become enemies, some become best friends, and most fall somewhere in between.
For those who are enemies -- and assuming you still want anything at all to do with them, which is a huge assumption -- a small, underpowered dildo is the perfect Valentine gift because it cruelly expresses your opinion that he or she was somewhat lacking as a lover.
For those who are somewhere in between, a larger, well-powered dildo is the perfect Valentine gift for it generously expresses your opinion that he or she was a great lover, albeit the two of you were not fated to live compatibly with each other. However, a dildo can be misinterpreted, so you might want to go with yellow roses and a copy of Dave Mason's "We Just Disagree".
For those who are now best friends, an all expense paid half-day or day in the spa complete with sauna and massage, is the perfect Valentine gift because it expresses your best wishes that they live well and happily.
What would you get an ex?
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You see, it started out with my making the mistake of taking your nude outside to spray it with varnish. You can't do that inside, so I had to take it outside. But while I was spraying it, a family passed by.
Immediately, the mother screamed and fainted, the children burst out giggling uncontrollably, and the father offered on the spot to fight me to the death. The situation looked hopeless until I managed to confuse them long enough to get back inside with your nude by declaring it was a prop for a horror show being filmed in town.
Once inside with the doors locked, however, I hung your remarkably well-hung nude on my wall. Within a few minutes, though, the SWAT team was at my door.
Fortunately, they left peacefully enough after confiscating your nude and spraying my cottage with automatic rifle fire. So, I called the ACLU and told them we have a case of art censorship. The ACLU immediately rushed a busload of Jewish activists to my front door, and filed six briefs in court claiming the confiscation was in violation of the First Amendment's guarantee of freedom of expression.
Naturally, I though all was going well, until a few hours later when the Mayor called a press conference with the Chief of Police present to announce his intention of running for a second term on the platform that he'd cleaned up the town of a toxic waste hazard. Half way through the press conference, I realized he was talking of your nude. That's when I really got mad, but he soon went on to declare he'd had your nude incinerated at 5000 degrees C.
The ACLU caved at once, the cowards. And now the situation is that my cottage is in the process of being declared a Superfund Clean Up site, and there are bulldozers parked outside just waiting for that to get through the legislature.
So, I've been thinking, next time I paint you, I'm going to do an abstract, rather than stick to strict realism.
Not my fault! For the past few months, I've experienced being logged off by the site's computers when typing long, rational, and thoughtful replies to your twisted, demented, and delusional PMs.
Simple. In one word, pity. That is, I began to realize you had no one in your life to share your spineless cowardice with. After many days and nights of laughter, I suddenly realized how much you must suffer to be the weakest example of manhood in the entire Middle East. And thus, I resolved to put on a front of cowardice in order to make you feel like you had a friend and peer. But I do it only out of respect for your sister. She must worry so much for your sake!
Honestly, I tend to watch largely unremarkable movies solely to distract me from allegedly "deep" thoughts about life and things. That is, when it comes to movies, I'm mostly into escapism from thinking too much.
But an exception to that in some ways was a film about Carl Jung and Freud that I watched last year. Not all that bad, really. One of the themes was living passionately, fearlessly pursuing love wherever it leads us, etc.
If I had the money to travel back and forth between New York, Paris, London, Vienna, Moscow, Berlin, and so forth, I'd live in the period from about 1890 to 1950. That was a hugely influential period in Western History. It was during that time that so many ideas were born. Ideas that have since shaped our cultures. My one reluctance would be that I'd never see what became of those ideas. So, on the whole, I prefer my own times.
How would you answer that question?
Simple. I would take my camera back to prehistoric times (exactly 6000 years ago) and take pictures of humans and dinosaurs co-existing. Thus proving to you dang evolutionists that "evil"ution is a lie!
In actuality, however, I think I would liked to to have come of age in the 1960s. For a time period not in the 20th century, I think it would have been interesting to have lived during the age of enlightenment.
It would be nice if you could: Describe your views, activities, and plans in relation to religion...
p.s. just noticed that here is:
Everything But the Kitchen Sink / The Interview Place
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if my post is not suitable...just ignore it...
I especially like walking, music, nature, hot springs, far ranging conversations, fine food, and above all else -- painting.
Kilgore Trout
Misanthropic Humanist
What? Who? Where? When? Why? And, most importantly, how?
Apparently, an original idea.
I came up with the idea all by my lonesome.
Strip clubs.
About a dozen years ago.
To study the nature of desire.
Through meditating in the presence of nude and semi-nude erotic dancers. The technique was basically to simply observe what was going on (both within and without the mind) without trying to focus or direct awareness, and without trying to achieve anything. When I noticed myself trying to focus, direct, control the meditations, I noted it, but did not try to alter it.
I have very few memories of what happened during those meditations.
Akivah
Well-Known Member
Are the dancers male or female?
They appeared to this admittedly naive country boy to be quite female.
It would be nice if you could: Describe your views, activities, and plans in relation to religion...
Thanks for the question, Shia Islam! I haven't forgotten, but I'm taking my time trying to organize my post so it won't be too rambling.
Sha'irullah
رسول الآلهة
Is it true that you were responsible for groping 3 whole packs of lionesses and charged for indecent lion conduct by the Supreme Feline Court?
Lies! Vicious lies! It wasn't groping. It was fondling.
Akivah
Well-Known Member
Was the dancer named Lola who walked like a woman and talked like a man?
I grew up loving that song! Thanks for reminding me!
My second wife and I used to double-date with a transvestite couple. One of them had won a state beauty contest, and he and my ex loved talking dress-making, because they both sewed their own clothing.