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wow nice. . . .

hey, that's fantastic.
quite a refreshing read.
i look forward to the next.

have a nice day.
make love, not war.

Wow. Hellacool dialogue. I think I may have met her once, and now condescend to feel sorry for her, imagining that she became a stripper only to lose her own authenticity and belief in her own worth outside of the parlor tricks she could play with men's dicks. It's sad shit to be be good at something that (in the end) is not life-affirming.

Keep writing!

"Simple pleasures are the last refuge of the complex."

I always declare my antics to be naughty. Makes me tingle.

Much like your story.

What a fabulous memory!! Time stands still as the lips of the girl linger on your neck for just the briefest instant...almost makes me jealous, even though nothing shocking occured. I hope you're working on a novel of some kind - your descriptions continue to conjure images and scenes with finesse, sir!

God, I cannot stop reading this. You are amazing.

Wow! I... wow.
I wish I wrote half as well as you. This story is really cool.

What was that quote you wrote on my journal from?

"To love oneself is the beginning of a life-long romance."

I agree about the inherent sexiness of lingerie.

"Sex is emotion in motion. "

No. No, you really don't. This Woody Allen professor sucks. He's... Oh, god. He just reminds me of him. He's not funny, not like Woody Allen circa Bananas.

'Hair that burns in the setting sun...'

I like that.

I think there's a poly discussion group somewhere around portland... I want to go. More and more that time goes on, the more that poly makes sense.

then again, right now just getting hugs from new friends is just fine.

what happens when a hug is not returned? Well, you're just clinging on to them, holding on to something that really isn't there.

the future. aww yeah. the future. aww yeah.

I've recently become friends with three different women in poly relationships, all of them are American and I met them via livejournal (not because they're poly, we found each other via other interests and mutual friends) and it's fascinating following their lives.
I don't know anyone in real life who is poly - although it might just be that they don't advertise the fact.
It also might be that it just isn't common in my country.

thanks for your cold cream comment, it made me giggle just when I needed to

No bed spins..thankfully!! can do without those..

Have a great weekend!!

i really liked your understanding of regret. it feels right on. perhaps this is why i (and so many of us) have trouble making decisions (and i think culturally it's become, perhaps, a bigger problem in recent decades): because every choice inevitably removes other options. whenever we choose one road, a thousand other roads are irretrievably closed off.

some of us try so hard to keep our options open, but largely that's just an illusion...and at any rate, were we to succeed, we wouldn't be living life at all.

now if i could just take on that positive attitude regarding regret: seeing it in terms of life's richness, instead of in terms of what i've squandered...

thanks for stopping by.

so: is life a series of missed opportunities? or is it a series of perceived misses, leading up to the inevitable hit? or maybe it's just a shambles, and we're silly to try and structure it.

peace

I think you should write screenplays.

my father, being a surgeon, a doctor, has worked himself to exhaustion and wound up in the hospital he works in at times. The thing that probably scared me the most about it was that I could understand it, understand why he would just work until his body gave up. He never did. He wouldn't and never will give up.

I find I'm the same way. I'm either too stubborn or too strong, just like he.

unemotional sex is healing? maybe for some. I guess.

That thoroughly makes sense

"My dear young lady, there was a great deal of truth, I dare say, in what you said, and you looked very pretty while you said it, which is much more important."