I read articles like that and all I can think of: All the members have stds.
It is apparent that Ms. Daedone -- and who among us can't mistype that as dead one? -- has not chosen wisely among sexual partners in the past. Rather than blaming herself, and her interpersonal skills, she blames our culture. Very neat and easy.
I find that quote a bit ironic. While it is true that women have been expected to be chaste, pure, etc, in western society; it is also true that some expressions of female sexuality have been more tolerated than their male counterparts. As examples I give you female prostitution and therefore a form of female sexual promiscuity; and definitely female homosexuality. So, it's not just as black and white as they paint it. This is one of those rationalizations of guilt. She feels guilty about being a slut for the sake of being a slut, and then she has to rationalize it at a pseudo-intellectual and societal level.
As my good friend Enrique Juarez used to say: "If you want to be a slut, just be a slut"
Owning your own sexuality is true freedom from those theocratic social relationships God designed for men and women to be safe within a covenant relationship the scriptures call Holy Matrimony. But not to be concerned, you can replace that covenant with Yoga, Bhuddism, a Cult leader, and publicly affirmed sex all the time. What me worry?
I'm concerned about the dedication of communes to female orgasms.
Are you concerned about Oneida silverware? There is really nothing new under the sun.
From the wikipedia entry for the Oneida Community (1848-1881, Oneida, New York):
Male Continence is based on the male's muscular ability to control his ejaculation during sexual coitus. Young boys just entering puberty were only allowed to participate in sexual acts with women who were past the child bearing age until they had proved their fully mastered ability to control ejaculation. Many women of the community found male continence to lead to the furtherment of their sexual enjoyment, and sexual encounters often could last for more than one hour.
My wife clings to me for a long time after our O-Ming sessions. (My policy is that she can have as many sessions as she wants.)
Twenty six years of a lot of clinging, and it has always been me to cling to.
I'm happy for my wife, but a bit sad for the commune sisters.
Who do they cling to after their sessions? The 50 year old silicone valley engineer one day, and someone else the next day?
That doesn't seem likely to produce transcendence or fill an inner spiritual void; that seems more likely to cast them back onto themselves and create a huge rift between their physical person and their inner person.
If a cocoon is fastened to a branch, and the branch keeps getting ripped away, pretty soon the cocoon exists only by itself and falls to the ground.
And, yes, a dead, dried cocoon is a stone wall that, I guess.
I don’t think women will really experience freedom until they own their sexuality.
I wanted to own my sexuality, but with the sexuality market sky-high, couldn't afford the downpayment. I was finally able to get a no-doc, interest only ARM. Then the market crashes, and my sexuality is underwater. I'd considered just walking away from my sexuality and letting them forclose, but now I think I hold on for a bailout.
See, if you guys read my blog then you'd know I just nailed One Taste, again - today, as a cult (something you, somehow, won't find in the always-superficial NYT coverage. I'm at work, so I can't explain all I know about these assholes here - and it's a lot - but you can find the first evidence on TMR.
Just for conversation: I find it interesting how these cults get everyone talking about what they want discussed - in this case, female orgasms - without anyone asking who's bringing up the subject. I'm glad to see Ann is bothered by these guys/gals. Tonight I'll give you ample reason for that queasy feeling, if what I posted today doesn't already clue you in,...
Many of these Wall St firms were, in the end, bizarre cults whose followers, joined by their love of money, dedicated every waking moment of their lives to the acquisition of money. We celebrated those bankers who achieved orgiastic success in the field of money. Many professional athletes became worshipful of their own excellence. A cult of one. It wasn't enough to spend hours in the weight room or in the batting cage, to hone their skills. They also took steroids and amphetamines to bring themselves a micrometer closer to their ideal. If they hit an orgiastic, walk off homer in the ninth inning, they were heaped with money and fame......You can pursue many things: money, good food, 45rpm Elvis records, and the world will step out of your way and even respect your expertise in the hunt. But if you pursue sex too eagerly you become a joke, even too yourself. And that goes double for women.
Ha! Well, that explains it. Being Norwegian means that even as a female I'm emotionally closed. So maybe I just don't understand the reality of these women who need actual *help* to get in touch with and understand their sexuality. It's like reading about Martians.
Or maybe it's about learning to have sex with someone who doesn't love you and doesn't care if you have any fun or not.
But why would someone want to do that?
All that's necessary for a loveless orgasm is a few minutes alone.
Why is it that western civilizations indulge themselves in this type of ludicrous self-examination on the most innane things possible. You don't see this garbage anywhere else do you? Do these people not have anything better to do than sit around and discuss female orgasms? How about just getting together and exploring orgasms in general without all the moronic PC gender/sex talk. Fuckin' A people, just go fuck each others brains out and figure out how it works and what makes it better.
It sounds like hair of the dog therapy for women who were groped as children.
Another resident, Andy Roy, 28, began his task, his concentration so exquisite that he broke into a sweat The writer must not know the gay connotations of "exquisite", or she would have used "intense."
Reminds me of a funny article I read in a film theory journal in grad school. Since narratives that make sense are inherently patriarchal, and romance, even between gays, is inherently patriarchal, some lesbian feminist filmmakers started their own commune to live without both. So I guess they made movies that made no sense and were mean to their lovers all day!
I keep imagining some poor male having a flat tire and walking into their commune looking for help...
I am starting a community dedicated to the male orgasm. It's going to be called the New Hope Fluffer Commune and it'll be a place where women can volunteer to help men with the difficult but important task of achieving orgasm.
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This concerns me. Doesn't it you?
I'm not comfortable discussing this.
I read articles like that and all I can think of: All the members have stds.
It is apparent that Ms. Daedone -- and who among us can't mistype that as dead one? -- has not chosen wisely among sexual partners in the past. Rather than blaming herself, and her interpersonal skills, she blames our culture. Very neat and easy.
I don't know about all of you, but most of the women I have ever known have encouraged me to keep my sexuality closed.
MM, most likely, yes.
I find that quote a bit ironic. While it is true that women have been expected to be chaste, pure, etc, in western society; it is also true that some expressions of female sexuality have been more tolerated than their male counterparts. As examples I give you female prostitution and therefore a form of female sexual promiscuity; and definitely female homosexuality. So, it's not just as black and white as they paint it. This is one of those rationalizations of guilt. She feels guilty about being a slut for the sake of being a slut, and then she has to rationalize it at a pseudo-intellectual and societal level.
As my good friend Enrique Juarez used to say: "If you want to be a slut, just be a slut"
Owning your own sexuality is true freedom from those theocratic social relationships God designed for men and women to be safe within a covenant relationship the scriptures call Holy Matrimony. But not to be concerned, you can replace that covenant with Yoga, Bhuddism, a Cult leader, and publicly affirmed sex all the time. What me worry?
And their Holy Book??? Why, it's the "Vagina Monologues" of course.
I'm concerned about the dedication of communes to female orgasms.
Are you concerned about Oneida silverware? There is really nothing new under the sun.
From the wikipedia entry for the Oneida Community (1848-1881, Oneida, New York):
Male Continence is based on the male's muscular ability to control his ejaculation during sexual coitus. Young boys just entering puberty were only allowed to participate in sexual acts with women who were past the child bearing age until they had proved their fully mastered ability to control ejaculation. Many women of the community found male continence to lead to the furtherment of their sexual enjoyment, and sexual encounters often could last for more than one hour.
This is absolutely disgusting.
The existence of this “OMing” sex ritual comes as welcome news.
Just last month I was awarded a patent for a futuristic dildo designed especially for women of Irish decent.
I call it O’Ming the O’Merciless.
Step number three . . . PROFIT!!!1!!!
My wife clings to me for a long time after our O-Ming sessions. (My policy is that she can have as many sessions as she wants.)
Twenty six years of a lot of clinging, and it has always been me to cling to.
I'm happy for my wife, but a bit sad for the commune sisters.
Who do they cling to after their sessions? The 50 year old silicone valley engineer one day, and someone else the next day?
That doesn't seem likely to produce transcendence or fill an inner spiritual void; that seems more likely to cast them back onto themselves and create a huge rift between their physical person and their inner person.
If a cocoon is fastened to a branch, and the branch keeps getting ripped away, pretty soon the cocoon exists only by itself and falls to the ground.
And, yes, a dead, dried cocoon is a stone wall that, I guess.
DESCENT!
DESCENT!
DESCENT!
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.
PHASE THREE!
PHASE THREE!
PHASE THREE!
Grrrrrrrrrrr.
DOG GROWL!
DOG GROWL!
DOG GROWL!
Grrrrrrrrrrrr.
I don’t think women will really experience freedom until they own their sexuality.
I wanted to own my sexuality, but with the sexuality market sky-high, couldn't afford the downpayment. I was finally able to get a no-doc, interest only ARM. Then the market crashes, and my sexuality is underwater. I'd considered just walking away from my sexuality and letting them forclose, but now I think I hold on for a bailout.
Honk if you're paying for my sexuality!
See, if you guys read my blog then you'd know I just nailed One Taste, again - today, as a cult (something you, somehow, won't find in the always-superficial NYT coverage. I'm at work, so I can't explain all I know about these assholes here - and it's a lot - but you can find the first evidence on TMR.
Just for conversation: I find it interesting how these cults get everyone talking about what they want discussed - in this case, female orgasms - without anyone asking who's bringing up the subject. I'm glad to see Ann is bothered by these guys/gals. Tonight I'll give you ample reason for that queasy feeling, if what I posted today doesn't already clue you in,...
BTW, that's at The Macho Response.
Many of these Wall St firms were, in the end, bizarre cults whose followers, joined by their love of money, dedicated every waking moment of their lives to the acquisition of money. We celebrated those bankers who achieved orgiastic success in the field of money. Many professional athletes became worshipful of their own excellence. A cult of one. It wasn't enough to spend hours in the weight room or in the batting cage, to hone their skills. They also took steroids and amphetamines to bring themselves a micrometer closer to their ideal. If they hit an orgiastic, walk off homer in the ninth inning, they were heaped with money and fame......You can pursue many things: money, good food, 45rpm Elvis records, and the world will step out of your way and even respect your expertise in the hunt. But if you pursue sex too eagerly you become a joke, even too yourself. And that goes double for women.
Ha! Well, that explains it. Being Norwegian means that even as a female I'm emotionally closed. So maybe I just don't understand the reality of these women who need actual *help* to get in touch with and understand their sexuality. It's like reading about Martians.
Or maybe it's about learning to have sex with someone who doesn't love you and doesn't care if you have any fun or not.
But why would someone want to do that?
All that's necessary for a loveless orgasm is a few minutes alone.
Why is it that western civilizations indulge themselves in this type of ludicrous self-examination on the most innane things possible. You don't see this garbage anywhere else do you? Do these people not have anything better to do than sit around and discuss female orgasms? How about just getting together and exploring orgasms in general without all the moronic PC gender/sex talk. Fuckin' A people, just go fuck each others brains out and figure out how it works and what makes it better.
It sounds like hair of the dog therapy for women who were groped as children.
Another resident, Andy Roy, 28, began his task, his concentration so exquisite that he broke into a sweat
The writer must not know the gay connotations of "exquisite", or she would have used "intense."
The second writer's name is "Pogash!" haha
Reminds me of a funny article I read in a film theory journal in grad school. Since narratives that make sense are inherently patriarchal, and romance, even between gays, is inherently patriarchal, some lesbian feminist filmmakers started their own commune to live without both. So I guess they made movies that made no sense and were mean to their lovers all day!
I keep imagining some poor male having a flat tire and walking into their commune looking for help...
I am starting a community dedicated to the male orgasm. It's going to be called the New Hope Fluffer Commune and it'll be a place where women can volunteer to help men with the difficult but important task of achieving orgasm.
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