Scorpion
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Posted:Nov 23, 2007 2:28 am
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I heard the other day that the claw of an eight foot long scorpion, a previously unknown species which lived 300 million years ago, has been found by archaeologists in Germany; an incredible discovery.
And yet we believe these things because there is evidence for them. Hundreds of feet of sediment inlaid with the fossilized skeletons of sea creatures, in layers only millimetres thick, laid down over the passing millennia. Thousands of feet of rock, folded and pushed into the sky by the drift of continental plates across the globe, but which we can measure as moving at only inches every year. The remains of decaying radio active isotopes which prove pretty conclusively that the world is some 4.5 billion years old.
It reminded me of a conversation I had recently in which I was told that God was a fairy tale; a concept invented by mankind to explain the unknown, but which we no longer needed. I disagreed. I do not know if a God exists, but equally, I do not think we can know that one doesn’t. I hope he does. Or at least something like him. Religion is a strange thing, and easily becomes irrational. We seem to be prone to slavishly believing the religion we are born into, but there is really no reason to think that my parents had closer access to the truth than the parents of say, an Indian, or Egyptian friend of mine. In fact it would be arrogant to think so.
Organized religions, (as distinct from an individual’s faith, ) tend to be fixated with preserving the traditions of the past, and yet there is good reason to think that on many subjects we really do know better now. We expect science to update its thinking - the Earth is not the centre of the Universe, the atom is not the smallest particle, etc etc, - as we learn we adjust our theories. But somehow it seems we think that religious beliefs must stay in the past and never be changed. Science is not complete; it looks forward, accepts its mistakes and moves on. But the things it studies have existed for unimaginable lengths of time, and were created by unimaginable forces, and once upon a time our understanding of them was very primitive.
Might not God be the same? Maybe we should allow ourselves to update our view of God, just as we do our belief in science. Just because the atom did not turn out to be the smallest particle after all, it does not mean all science was a fairy tale.
I mention all of this because I know there are many people who struggle with some of the moral codes of our commonest ancient religions. Particularly the sex ones. But these codes were drawn up by people, not by Gods. They are ancient interpretations of what God’s laws might have been. But I think we can know what is right and what is wrong. We should not need a code to tell us. Many moral codes were based on practices intended to ensure the well being of societies, and have little to do with good and evil. Some of the things which might once have been dangerous to the health of an individual or society are no longer so dangerous. In any case, being dangerous doesn’t make something evil.
We should decide what is and what isn’t acceptable, live according to conscience, but perhaps we should not abandon the possibility of God existing just because we can’t believe all the old stories, or follow ancient codes of behaviour which no longer apply.
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Alice's Restaurant
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Posted:Nov 22, 2007 2:16 am
Last Updated:Nov 26, 2007 2:22 am
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Wishing you all, especially the short planks, a very Happy Thanksgiving and I just wanted to give a special mention to hippychick for reminding me about the brilliant Arlo Guthrie and his satirical guitar picking monologue which always makes me laugh out loud.
If you want to see hippiechick's post and read the lyrics then click on this link and say hi from me, Thanksgiving but you should really hear the song for yourself to appreciate Guthrie's wonderful timing and delivery.
Shut up .
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Age
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Posted:Nov 21, 2007 1:58 am
Last Updated:Dec 13, 2007 4:34 am
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I appear to have pulled a muscle in my sleep, a cruel and unwelcome sign of advancing age. And no, before you ask, I wasn't assisted in this calamity by some nublie female of the species, or I wouldn't be complaining. And just to be clear on the point, neither did I take part in, how shall I put it.....precipitating my own relaxation whilst waiting for sleep last night.
I went to bed a seemingly fit, healthy young(ish ) man, and I have woken as an old grumpy git with a pain in the side just under the left shoulder blade which twinges every time I walk or turn to the left. Not a major hardship by some peoples standards, I realize, but I still require your outpourings of fake sympathy.
Please.
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Strong Women
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Posted:Nov 14, 2007 12:37 pm
Last Updated:Jan 24, 2008 10:27 am
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It is a generally held and presumably accurate view that women wish more men could adequately express their feelings.
It is strange that as a man who can and does express his feelings (quite possibly far too much,lol, ) I should be forever getting involved with women who don't or can't freely express theirs. I love them. I love the strenght they have which makes them so self sufficient.They don't need me, but sometimes they want me anyway. I enjoy trying to read the struggle in their faces as they try to find a way of telling me how they feel. I like it that they are not all gushing and mushy with meaningless words. But it also frustrates the hell out of me, lol!
I don't expect this to change - all the women I have loved seem to have had this in common, though not much else that I can think of. What is it that I find attractive I wonder, if it is so frustrating? Or does this trait just usually go with other atributes which I value in a woman's personality. I sometimes puzzle over these things, but mainly I am just happy that these women exist, and that sometimes I get to be in love with them.
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Being Dreamer
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Posted:Nov 12, 2007 4:06 am
Last Updated:Jan 24, 2008 10:27 am
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My moods can change so fast and so far.
Last week I was at full throttle, life was good, I packed it with work, play and being happy. Nothing has changed, but this week feels like life is never how I want it to be, but I don't have the energy or understanding left to change it. I feel like I took more than one wrong turn a long time ago and it is too late now to turn back, even if I knew the way.
Two weeks ago I felt like this too; the Lioness was back in my thoughts, I dreamed she came and talked to me, and kissed me, wanted me, but I woke up and I knew it was never going to happen, I don't even know if I wanted it to. Why can't I move on in my sub conscious, when I did it consciously years ago? I thought about that, and how my life is now, disjointed, incomplete, but hanging on to how I want it to be. I thought about blogging out the whole story - some of you know most of it already, but then that would make this place part of it all, no longer an escape, and you can't do anything anyway. Except you might want to know, and I could "put it in perspective!" Then last week was good, and so the feeling passed. Maybe I should just keep saying those words from a song to myself:
I never thought you were a fool
But darling look at you
You've got to stand up straight,
Carry your own weight,
These tears are going nowhere baby.
You've got to get yourself together
You've got stuck in a moment
And you can't get out of it.
I guess I think about things too much and that can make life seem hard for me when really I have it easy most of the time.
Touch me, take me to that other place
Teach me, I know I'm not a hopeless case.
Dreamer.
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I nearly had sex
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Posted:Nov 9, 2007 8:08 am
Last Updated:Jan 24, 2008 10:27 am
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Last night I had the most incredibly vivid dream.
Forget the one I blogged about a while back with the girl in the stars and stripes bikini - this was hot.
Unfortunately I don't have time to blog about it right now, I am just about to rush out, but the setting of it was beautifl slim thirty something woman, very straight dark hair with a fringe, (I think she was the elusive girl of my dreams, but Iam not absolutely sure, ) stunning eyes looking straight into mine and an amazing tongue-cumming kiss, leaning against me on the sofa, and I nearly had sex! In fact when I woke up I thought for a moment I had had sex it was so vivid. Lol.
Catch you guys all next week.
See ya,
Dreamer.
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Can you twitch it?
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Posted:Nov 7, 2007 10:12 am
Last Updated:Feb 25, 2008 5:40 pm
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Dreamer is Back, and he has a question for the girls:
Can you twitch it?
Now I am at the limit of my knowledge of biology okay, so bear with me for a moment. I understand that biologically speaking, the clitoris is originally a penis which develops differently in the womb after the sex of a is determined during early pregnancy.
When I have an erection, in fact even when I haven't, I can make my penis twitch voluntarily by tightening muscles which I think probably correspond approximately to a woman's pelvic floors.
This is not the same twitching which I am sure you have come across whilst giving oral sex - that is to say the involuntary twitch from nearly hard to very hard when the tongue touches a particularly sensitive spot for the first time; that happens involuntarily for reasons I am not fully aware of, extra blood flow is part of it, although the muscles can also be stimulated to twitch at the same moment, and the two things act together. But, I can (and I am sure most men can, ) fake that twitch if we want to, by consciously pulling on the muscles that we use when trying not to pee.
Now I know that the female urinary tract is slightly different to the male so the muscles may not work in the same way, but what I want to know is, can a woman twitch her clitoris? Or does it twitch by itself when stimulated in the right way.
Can I have some comments please girls?
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The Real Dreamer
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Posted:Oct 29, 2007 10:25 am
Last Updated:Aug 19, 2008 3:46 am
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Will the real Dreamer please stand up, please stand up?
I started out on Polyamory Date around about a year ago, (I'm no great one for anniversaries, and I missed it, just a week or two ago. ) Sassicat and Romanticlvr became my friends straight away, Rose, Amakamaria and Willhe soon after, plus others who have come and gone and been around the fringes of my blog life since. But Dreamer.......who is Dreamer?
Dreamer is a big part of me. But he doesn't often get to run my life. And he can be shy. Right now he has gone into his shell a little bit, I don't really know why. I would love it if someone could tempt him out. There is one of you of course, she knows who she is, who he loves dearly, who can summon him up at the flash of a pair of purple knickers anytime she likes, but still, for the most part he is in hiding. So I must write his blog for him. Maybe I can tell you some more about him.
He is nagging at my elbow as I write. He wants me to say that there are some women around at the moment who get him twitching to himself.....1inamillion, dreemn4u, jackie81.....amakamaria too, even though I am sure she thinks of him as just a friend. Don't worry - she won't be reading this, she is pregnant and probably giving birth as we speak!
But he is a fantasist. Once, a very long time ago, I fell in love with the Lioness, and she knew Dreamer inside out, though he wasn't called Dreamer then. But she let him loose and he went a bit wild and shouldn't have been trusted to run my life and when it all went horribly gut-wrenchingly wrong he shut himself down, or at least the emotional part of himself, for a long time. He still wanted to have sex, (I very rarely seem to want to, he is the randy one, ) but he couldn't bring himself to fall completely for someone. This is of course against his nature, as he is a very loving guy, so he kind of made himself smaller, and went to sleep.
To this day, he is very sensitive, and needs to be coaxed. At the moment he is quiet. Of course I can have fun without him, but I am a bit of a home and countyside loving guy when he isn't around. I don't do parties and I can get a bit reclusive. The best times are when we both want to do the same things, but right now I feel embarrassed to let him have his own way.
He would be posting crazy stuff like how he wants to get hold of one of you and slowly tear your clothes off with his teeth, (no not you Willhe, ) rub you all over with strawberry jelly, (that's proper English -parties-wobbly-jelly, not jam which is what we call US "jelly" ) and then slide his cock deep into your longing.......
But you see I can't write any more of that. He has to be running free and in control for that stuff to come out; to me it is just an embarrassment. When he comes out to play he can be great fun. He took control of things when I first went on Polyamory Date, and if he had had his way I would have dashed round the countryside meeting sexy women left right and centre and having lots of dangerous sex. But I coudn't do that. And once I start to control him he gets into a sulk. He hated being in America and not being able to go visiting. He hates being only a short drive away from someone in the UK who wants to meet, but I can't trust him not to muck me up for the next fifteen years as well as the last. So for now he is hiding again, this is the real me you are having to deal with now, and I guess I can be pretty boring.
Maybe what I really need is for someone who can love both of us to come along, and then I can merge with him and finally be happy. I think the last time that happened I was about seventeen.
Before you all think I have gone mad, I should say that this is just my way of talking about different parts of me - I don't actually think I have a split personality disorder, although I recognize that perhaps I am closer to it than I should be.
I am just trying to make sense of how I feel, and to let you into my life a little bit, because I may have to go on writing Dreamer's blog for him for a while, and I need to know you are still with me. I quite like writing stuff that is just for me, real stuff about what I believe in and what makes me tick. There has been plenty of that in amongst Dreamer's stuff over the last twelve months. And a lot of what I say in comments on your posts is the real me writing. But also if I don't write Dreamer's blog he may die off altogether, and that would not be good.
But maybe someone can get him going again........he is always there in the background, watching.....waiting.
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Substitute Broccoli
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Posted:Oct 26, 2007 9:33 am
Last Updated:Jan 24, 2008 10:30 am
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I thought I would just mention that down at my local supermarket, there was a sign on the broccoli saying that due to the wet summer, British broccoli crops have been crap. (Well it didn't actually say that, but you know what I mean. )
So anyway, they have had to import some from America. I am pleased to report it tastes just the same as our broccoli. So thank you to our friends on the wrong continent, much appreciated.
As you were.
Dreamer.
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Saying Nothing
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Posted:Oct 25, 2007 5:11 am
Last Updated:Jan 24, 2008 10:31 am
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I am just soooooooo out of things to say.
Here is a man who usually has an opinion on everything. Even when I don't have an opinion I have an opinion. I used to have to force myself to say nothing and not get involved in battles which didn't mean anything to me, and save my opinions for when it mattered.
I came to see what Polyamory Date was all about and I found the blogs. I could set out my emotions on the page to get my life into some kind of perspective. I loved it that people understood my lingering anguish about the Lioness and I loved it that i could write whatever came into my head and still be appreciated.
Today I just feel like I have nothing to write. I would love to be coming up with something interesting or sexy to entertain you guys, but it's just not there. But don't go away, I expect I'll be back.
Dreamer.
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Is Shaving Sexy?
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Posted:Oct 19, 2007 8:54 am
Last Updated:Aug 19, 2008 3:47 am
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Is the sight of a man shaving sexy?
A recent conversation with a very sexy woman prompted this post.
She told me she wanted to watch me shaving, how sexy it is, and when I laughed and asked her if it was a fetish of hers she went a little bit coy and said no, and then smiled and said, "maybe, yes."
This wasn't the first time I have been asked by a woman if she could watch me shave. I am told that whilst a blade is sexiest, even watching a man shave with an electric razor can make a woman start feeling sexy. Do any of you share this feeling? What is it about this which turns you on?
She was telling me how she would like it even more if I would let her shave me! Absolutely NO WAY! Women are notorious for having NO IDEA how to shave a face. Willhe - back me up here! I have watched women tear their legs to pieces, especially that tricky little bit on the ankle bone and there is no way I am submitting my face to that kind of treatment. Even with an electric the pressure has to be just right - too hard and you scrape away at the skin, too soft and you don't cut the hairs properly - it is almost like having your face plucked..... Imagine waxing your face girls! And the longer the growth the more painful it gets!
But she was making it sound so sensual...And she said she REALLY wanted to...."I would wrap a lovely warm towel round your shoulders, make sure the water was nice and hot and rub the cream in really well and then just glide the razor over the skin....I would be so careful and it would be so sexy...." Oh My God. Now she was making me feel sexy. I ended up promising her that if we ever meet I would let her do it. What was I thinking??????!!!!! Why couldn't I have just said of course she could watch? She would have gone for that. We may well meet one day. I would like us to meet one day. She is so sexy.
I am going to need a skin graft!
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Strange Erotic Dreams
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Posted:Oct 17, 2007 9:47 am
Last Updated:Jan 24, 2008 10:39 am
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Stange erotic dreams have plagued my sleep this week. Perhaps plagued is too strong a word as despite their inconclusiveness, I have enjoyed the dreaming.
The first was a few days ago. I was lying alongside a beautiful woman in a white and blue silk dress. (She was in the dress, not me you understand, lol. ) She was lying on her front, slightly propped up on one elbow, and the dress was loose, my hand was caressing her back. Her skin was as smooth as the silk of her dress and as she turned to look at me I saw that her face was vaguely familiar. She looked almost like Jennifer Aniston. Perhaps it was Jennifer Aniston, I'm not sure. She was talking, but I can't remember what she was saying. All the time I was caressing her gorgeous back, wondering, "Are we going to have sex? Why is she letting me caress her back if not? Why isn't she touching me if we are?"
This went on for some time, but after a while I noticed that she had shifted her position towards me a little so that her breast was almost exposed under the large arm hole in the dress. It was little more than a silk wrap. My hand began to stray towards the side of her breast, and she seemed to be enjoying this, murmuring a little sigh of approval. Her face was level with my chest, and I began to notice that something was just occasionally brushing against the tip of my cock. Could that be her hand? Suddenly my cock seemed to be free of my jeans and as my fingers strayed closer to her nipple I sensed more than saw her mouth open and her neck tilt down towards my straining erection. Then the phone rang and woke me up.
In another dream I was sitting with a cute, petite, but rounded brunette. I was due to be working with her on some project which demanded we be naked or near naked together, but it seemed completely innocent - like snorkel diving in the ocean for a wild life TV documentary, or was I her synchronized swimming coach or something? But there was an erotic undercurrent between us. We were talking. "Perhaps it's just as well that there are going to be people around," she was saying, "I don't know if I could resist you if our skins were actually touching...." Her lips were moving towards my mouth, her eyes smouldering, then the scene disolved away.
Last night I dreamt I was with a beautiful blonde woman. I was naked from the waist up, and she was repeatedly kissing my stomach and ribs, her fingers roaming over my bare shoulders and sending tingles through my neck. In my mind I was thinking, "If she kisses my nipple we are going to make love, if she doesn't then this means nothing." This continued for some time, my senses becoming ever more heightened until her lips parted and then began to close in on my chest. I waited in torment for that magical feeling of her tongue flicking over my desperate nipple, but the feeling never came and the radio alarm woke me for work.
Any psychologists out there?
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What I Learned in America
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Posted:Oct 11, 2007 5:40 am
Last Updated:Nov 29, 2007 3:04 pm
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Things I learned in America:
Gas is incredibly cheap in the U.S. but Americans don’t think so.
Preparations for Halloween start ridiculously early.
Smalltown American people are wonderfully friendly, even the men.
Americans make great coffee.
Americans make FANTASTIC chocolate chip cookies!
Wal-Mart really do sell everything, (well nearly everything, lol )
The moose hunting season begins soon. (I don't know why but the word "moose" really amuses me. )
When you have shot a moose you have to go to a moose tagging station and drink Budweiser while your moose is weighed and officially tagged. At first I thought this was some kind of wild catch and release system - you shoot the moose with a traquilizer dart then take it unconscious to the tagging station where you have your photo taken with the moose before releasing him back into the woods. Sadly not, the mooses are tagged dead. Luckily for them, the quota for the number of moose which can be shot is strictly controlled.
Jennifer Lopez is giving birth to butts. (Don’t ask me........I heard it on the radio. )
In the space of five minutes I was asked if I was someone’s grandfather, and also whether I was over sixteen. I know I look both young and experienced but that was ridiculous.
I also learned that it is a bad idea to make up new lyrics to a catchy tune which you don’t really like and then sing them to yourself repeatedly on a long trip in the car. I still can’t get “Sweet Talkin’ Guy” off my brain, only now the lyrics go:
“(moose, ) moose huntin’ guy, (tag a moose for me ) moose huntin’ (moose huntin’ guy. ) He’s a moose huntin’ guy, (moose huntin’ guy )……
I'm a bit mad I know....
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