Sex and Food Date Thursday, April 25, 2024 - 06:48 AM PST Topic This Website Ok this one of those combo articles that ickgirl has made so popular in past. At the top, I am featuring the single paragraph style, short and sweet posts that, while not bad, are quite a bit to short to be called an article. In some cases, it is stretching the point to even call it a paragraph.Sometimes we just delete these. This time I am going to weave them into a, I wont call it whole, rather more of connected jumble. Think of the labs at Ben and Jerry's (tm) when they are thinking up new ice creams. They throw a lot of things in a bowl and hope that it tastes good. You are the taste testers. Grab your spoons and dig in..... izorpo This isn't actually whining....but thank you and your goth test for proving I am not a goth!! yes!! just because you wear black doesn't mean you're goth. i have been saying that for years. i have dressed in all black for 20 years and finally i am validated!!!! i am so happy now Shall we assume sarcasm? I think so, since the first law of goth is denial. On the other hand, we can guess that this person prefers black because they are blind, color blind, lazy, or into some other sub-culture or counterculture that tends to wear black a lot. Maybe this person was trying to prove a point to some kindergothen? This would be better in the forum called Goth Test Snivelling. You will find in the distractions box. Its very fun to visit, but you wouldn't want to live there. Notice the over use of the period button. I am going to assume this person is female, as men don't have periods just mood swings. Shadow Goverment I am the Shadow Goverment. That's right, there is one, and I'm it. We are on the East Cost. We are in charge. Bwa hahahahahahhaha..... I think this person watches too much TV. Its still TV even if it is CNN, buddy. If you watch it on your computer, it is still TV. It is Jerry Springer on an international level; it is weekly world news with a larger pay roll. Notice the strange spelling and punctuation. Random characters do not a word make. I am going to assume that this person is male. I can see a case of trying to compensate for a small penis, in the number of 'ha's. Guess What? I would just like everyone to be happy for devin because he is getting laid.......cuz we know its been awhile.....and devin deserves it.... We love you devin While this is true, it is also a very short post. Again, we see the period phenomena, so again I am going to assume the author is female. *Note to self, do not announce lulls in sex life to anyone on Shmeng*A relaxed Deity is a good thing. What music is as Goth as fuck? I suspect this has been done before, but what the hey, im sure someone will get rid of this if it has. What do people think is the Gothest band there has ever been? Be imaginative... Why should i be more imaginative than you just to entertain you? What is in it for me? All take no, give. i will rate this one male as well. (gawd i love stereotypes!) Now for the ones that can properly be called paragraphs, at least by word count. Everytime I look at chats, newspapers, turn on my television it all sums down to the topic of sex. Our world evolves around it. Kinky sex, bondage, pure pleasure. Everyone forgot what it means to be in love. It makes me cry everytime I see a 15 year old pregnant in the hospital, when you look into her eyes you know her life is already over. Seems so much has changed in the past years. Everyone is divorced nowadays I just hope my parents aren't next. If you could live through what a 12 year old is living through now, you would definetely regret it. Everyone blames you for quitting everything you start..you know you can't do it. You're not like everyone else. Your'e fucking antisocial and they can't give you a break. It's bad enough you had to quit school never to see your friends again. But you're trying to make it back...you're really trying but they don't stop. Isn't it bad enough I'm here to waste your time, wasting my parents' money, wasting my life? Skipping lightly over the hell that this person is expressing, I am going to run with the first sentance alone, that the world revolves around sex . This is what makese me the Mistress of Orgies I guess. My heart bleeds for you; puberty sucks large rotten melons through a bent cocktail straw. We can all empathize with that. Sun, moon, my starlit sky Her eyes shine like radiant moonlight, shedding light upon my soul. Her lips are full and red as though they have been kissed by crimson. Her hair is long and soft; a wave flows through it like an ocean current, with pools curling at the ends of each lock. Her form is slender yet strong, like a knife through the harsh and cruel world. Her arms are warm, and spread like angelic wings to enfold my body and soul, to hold me through the darkest night. When I rest there, I feel no cold; no outside force could wrest me from her grasp. I take her small and perfect hands and attempt to return that fire. I run my thumb along the bone and kiss the tips so gentle. As I pull her close against my body, I feel her breath against my neck. I slide my hands down supple arms, down her sides to full, warm hips. The sway first left then right in a slow, seductive dance. My own lips curl to a simple smile in the resplendent rapture I find in her form. Her every move. Her gentle, whispering voice. She speaks my name and my heart leaps from my chest into my eyes, shedding tears of joy. She speaks again, but this time cold, shattering my trance-like state. "Yes," I whisper, "I understand." With this I turn and walk away. Her warmth now grown to ice, but never fades in memory. Often I think back to days of sunshine, when happy eyes were not just seen but felt. On the back of the wind with the sound of laughter, echoing against cerulean skies. But winter has come to the rolling hillside, with snow and wind and death. I drive along the ice slick roads, eyes ahead forged to stone. I simply think of yesterday, of burning love that has burned out, and find a tear still sliding, sliding down my frozen cheek. This is too close to poetry, i think, to be posted as an article. Yes, i agree that it is prose, not poetry, and no i will not comment on the color of that prose. We see the sex motif here as well, in her kissed lips, her warm arms and hips, and the convention of the wave in the ocean symbolizing sex. I am going to skip over the pain, lose, and coping skills to focus our attention on the sex and the love that went with it. An epic melancholy of distance and tribulation An epic melancholy of distance and tribulation: Tell me about the heartache and lose of god? The endless days with forever nights, I dwindle and roam in deep thought like a helpless romantic. Bless me with deeper vision, and greater wisdom. It is times like this you cherish and challenge the presents of god in one breath. Each day go by I long for my love. How harsh the world can seem when all that is, has steps, walls, and requires building blocks. If you where to gaze in my room you would find images covering the walls. If you took one second to see my steps to obtain the heart of this wonderful women you would shadow my love. Or if to take the time too properly place each building block for are lives and future. It would be found how true my love is, and which sweat and heartache I incased to obtain her heart. Again, we have the deeply hued prose about lost love, and while a nice enough read, it as well is too short and (I believe) too poetic to go up as an article. While it is true that the sex motif is very subtle here, it can still be argued that this is about both unrequited love and lust, as it is very hard to 'requite' the lust with a person that is distant from you. In these three, we see some of the facets of sex; fear of sex, lose of sex, and desire for sex. If our puberty-ridden author is right, and that sex is all-important, a thing in which I do firmly believe, then the first four submissions are also about sex. Shall we give them a second glance? With our first author, perhaps they wear black all the time because they are the hostess at a bar, a well-respected venue for getting laid. With our second, we see the need to 'over-promote' that is so often part of the mating ritual in humans. With our third, well do I need to hold you hand on this one? And for the forth, well we are activly talking about which singers we would sleep with, so it fits right in. Going back to the ice cream metaphor, we have all the sprinkles and crumbles (boys and girls), we have the base flavor(sex), and we have the gooiness that is so important to any REALLY decadent ice cream (love). So, what shall we call this flavor? Unrequited lust with fudge? Just add sexercise? Come on help me out here... I can also turn anything into an Elvis song, but that is for another day... This article comes from Shmeng http://www.shmeng.com/ The URL for this story is: http://www.shmeng.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=281