capture, now, the moment of erotic pleasure (some)
you cannot withhold it:
go ahead and come
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it is inexplicable (to me), that almost one in every two usa citizens will actually vote for x, but i do understand:
"freedom of speech" does not mean that a source that millions of people trust can hap-hazard-ly spew opinions and lies that divide a nation -- pitting brother-against-brother and neighbor-against-neighbor.
one way that you can do so... is if you let people know at the beginning: "this is comedy" or "this is just my opinion" ...but you've got to say that, alongside of the spewing of your bulls--t.
you cannot (for example) yell "fire" in a crowded theater... unless there is, in fact, a fire.
not all speech is protected: https://freespeech.iastate.edu/faq
i've been cleansing, in a veganorganic manner, for the month of october. what i've been doing is probably going to become a lifestyle change and a way of life:
the u.s.a.'s political landscape has gotten sooooooo out of hand, with soooooo much misinformation and openly-asserted lies...
...that it turns my stomach to watch interviews, debates, clips, etc. it's disgusting.
...so it's been almost a month, into a 'cleanse' that was supposed to last a week. i've had 3 drinking days at the beach that may have proved monu-mental in the journey to control.
at least for the moment, my desire for wellness is outscoring my thoughts of alcohol. last night was the first night that i've been out with friends, not drinking. i consumed water. they were cool.
amazing!
more than a few times, along this journey, i've felt like i was in the zone: physically, mentally, etc. i feel that way, today.
:)
when i was a kid, we'd sing-along with the commercial:
"oh fab, i'm glad... they put more borax in you!"
ram das, the author of "Be Here, Now" ...said (during a workshop i attended) something like...
i love that line.
in the final analysis, ram das (during his life of enlightenment) was probably just trying to get laid more -- by the illusion of his perfect mate(s).
one of the best days of my life:
i'd come home, and a buddy of mine (dave) was going to sleep on the couch. my (new, extremely hot) next-door neighbor (lori), who i'd never met, knocked on the door and asked where the trash-recepticle was. it was obvious that she was wanting more than trash-assistance.
i walked her out into the back yard, and we kissed in the moonlight.
she ended the love session by saying "you've got an open invitation".
i had, and we did.
i will always love you, lori.
sometimes, happiness can be found in the relief that something bad (uh) didn't happen.
example: i just searched my pants (which is happiness, in and of itself) for my credit cards... after a night out (last night). i found one card, but not the second one.
of course, i searched everywhere, to no avail... and (eventually) determined that i'd have to go back to the bar and see if anyone had turned-in my lost card.
i was already figuring-out when to call my bank, to declare the lost/stolen card, and then how i'd have to cancel (and re-assign) all of the monthly payments that i've set up with that card.
damn!
and then... as i took another look at my stuff (from last night) i noticed that the 'lost' card was stuck (perfectly) to my other card! it wasn't lost!
:)
and that... made me happy.