I'm not verbose, I'm VERBOLICIOUS!

Dutch to Legalize Gay Sex in Park

varianpierce — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 05:36:04 GMT

Dutch council officials will permit gay sex in public areas but fine dog owners who let their pets off the leash in Amsterdam's Vondelpark. Paul van Grieken, an Alderman in the Oud-Zuid district of the city, has startled many Amsterdammers, despite their famously liberal attitudes, with plans to allow public sex as part of this summer's new rules of conduct for the country's best-known park. "Why should we try to impose something that is actually impossible to impose, which also causes little bother for others and for a certain group actually means much pleasure?", he said. Amsterdam's beautiful Vondelpark in the centre of city draws hordes of summer visitors, families, skaters and joggers. But the park's rose garden has become famous as a trysting spot for gay men looking for uncomplicated sexual encounters. Mr van Grieken stresses that tolerance to "cruising" gays, aimed at protecting homosexuals from violence, will have "strict rules attached". "Thus, condoms must always be cleared away, it must never take place in the neighbourhood of children's playgrounds and the sex must be restricted to the evening and night-time," he said. The new park rules have the blessing of the Dutch police, who have urged all Dutch parks to follow Amsterdam's lead. But Amsterdam's dog owners are less impressed. The new park code of conduct will set out stiff fines for dogs that are allowed to run around the Vondelpark off the leash. "Research showed that many people find this disturbing," said Mr van Grieken. One dog owner protested: "As long as the park has existed, we've been allowed to let our dogs run freely. It's outrageous that we will be punished from now on but public sex won't. If they can drop their trousers, why can't I let my dog loose?" (Perhaps because gay men with their trousers down might be shocked to suddenly feel a cold, wet nose where it doesn't belong. On the other hand, dogs like licking balls...)

Happy Year of the Happy Rat!

varianpierce — Sat, 09 Feb 2008 03:25:23 GMT

Now, here's the kind of animal research I can support with my whole ♥ :D "Rats Laugh When You Tickle Them" -- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=myuceywaOUs

The Golden God

varianpierce — Sun, 09 Dec 2007 06:37:28 GMT

The Golden God, the Self, the immortal Swan, leaves the small nest of the body, goes where He wants. He moves through the realm of dreams; makes numberless forms; delights in sex; eats, drinks, laughs with His friends; frightens Himself with scenes of heart-chilling terror. But He is not attached to anything that He sees; and after He has wandered in the realms of dream and awakeness, has tasted pleasures and experienced good and evil, He returns to the blissful state from which He began. As a fish swims forward to one riverbank then the other, Self alternates between awakeness and dreaming. As an eagle, weary from long flight, folds its wings, gliding down to its nest, Self hurries to the realm of dreamless sleep, free of desires, fear, pain. As a man in sexual union with his beloved is unaware of anything outside or inside, so a man in union with Self knows nothing, wants nothing, has found his heart's fulfillment and is free of sorrow. Father disappears, mother disappears, gods and scriptures disappear, thief disappears, murderer, rich man, beggar disappear, world disappears, good and evil disappear; he has passed beyond sorrow. --the Upanishads

Rules for Being Human

varianpierce — Sun, 18 Nov 2007 09:29:22 GMT

1. You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it will be yours for the entire period this time around. 2. You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full-time, informal school called "Life". Each day in this school you will have the opportunity to learn lessons. You may like the lessons or think them irrelevant or stupid. 3. There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial and error experimentation. The "failed" experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiment that ultimately "works". 4. A lesson is repeated until it is learned. A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can go on to the next lesson. 5. Learning lessons does not end. There is no part of life that does not contain lessons. If you are alive, there are lessons to be learned. 6. "There" is no better than "here". When your "there" has become a "here", you will simply obtain another "there" that will, again, look better than "here". 7. Others are simply mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself. 8. What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours. 9. Your answers lie inside you. The answers to life's questions lie inside you. All you need to do is look, listen, and trust. 10. You will forget all this.

Men! Love! Sex!

varianpierce — Tue, 14 Aug 2007 16:43:55 GMT

Words of wisdom from Fay Weldon, one of Britain's best-known feminists. It's advice for gals who love guys, and most guys of any persuasion will nod both heads in enthusiastic agreement: "A few words on porn. They will not be enough, I know, to convince some women that for a husband or lover to watch porn is not a matter for shock-horror. But look at it like this: In males, the instinct for love and the need for sexual gratification overlap, but do not necessarily coincide. If you are lucky, the needs coincide in acts of domestic love; if you are not, his head turns automatically after girls in the street or he goes to the porn sites on the computer. He is not to be blamed. Nor does it affect his relationship with you. Love is satisfied, sex isn’t quite. Porn is sex in theory, not in practice. It just helps a man get through the day. Just accept that men are different." You said it, sister! Ah, men! A bisexual woman I used to know once said, "When stressed, men run toward sex, women run away from it." I guess she would know :)

Pirates treasured their booty!

varianpierce — Sat, 21 Jul 2007 19:55:25 GMT

Most pirates were not very promiscuous. They formed close bonds with one of their comrades, their "mess-mate." These pairings were considered sacred unions, and the lovers were treated as a couple. Called "matelotage," this bonding had many of the features of heterosexual marriage, including the inheritance of property by one partner in the event of the other's death. In his "Memoirs of a Buccaneer", Captain Louis Le Golif wrote that two men bound in matelotage were disgraced if one of them strayed. At sea, if one lover was punished, the other was expected to share the punishment, even death. One love story told by le Golif was the story of George Rounsivil and his lover Timothee. Their brigantine was caught in a violent storm, struck rocks, and began to sink. Rounsivil searched desperately for Timothee, but was unable to find him in the confusion. Finally, deciding that his lover must have been in another lifeboat, Rounsivil climbed into the last one and they pushed off. When Rounsivil turned to take one last look at the ship, he saw the dim figure of Timothee waving to him. The others refused to risk all of their lives to return for him, so Rounsivil jumped over the side and returned to the sinking ship. The last thing the other men saw as the ship went down was George and Timothee in each other's arms. They became heroes for their love and fidelity. --from "Out of All Time, a gay and lesbian history" by Terry Boughner

Reincarnation

varianpierce — Wed, 07 Mar 2007 21:43:28 GMT

(I posted this today in the "life&death" tribe) I love this subject! I have done much past life regression/exploration and have a talent for easily recalling past life experiences as needed when I am in a state of openness, though sometimes they come as spontaneous flashes with certain people or in certain places. I don't remember having this awareness as a child, but I may have simply forgotten having forgotten. I first discovered I could do this with a former spiritual teacher of mine about 20 years ago. He did a kind of bodywork named Hellerwork, where he systematically went through every muscle in my body and released whatever was stuck there. He would guide me into a spot of pain and I would experience traumas, deaths or simply old feelings I was holding onto, from this lifetime or previous incarnations, and release them. Not everyone went this deeply, but it came easily for me. Thanks to him and my own experiences, I can now guide others in recalling there own soul's journey. I have also done a great amount of astral (shamanic) journeying, working with spirit guides and power animals on the astral plane. Sometimes, I am shown a significant event or relationship from a previous lifetime that is pertinent to this one. I know these are real because I actually experience them; I don't just see them in my mind, I am actually there. I know it's not imagination. I know that my soul/essence can leave my physical form, explore other planes, and pop in and out of the timestream. It's really fun! Just as it's possible to recall past lives, it's also possible to preview future lifetimes. You just have to know how, and anyone can learn, if they're open and willing. A good pair of books I recommend to help you grasp the concept are "The Education of Oversoul 7" and "The Further Education of Oversoul 7", by Jane Roberts. Oversoul 7 is an individual soul/essence learning its astral plane lessons about coordinating its many lifetimes on Earth. Imagine your essence sitting on the astral plane viewing 300 TV screens simultaneously, each tuned to a different channel, each showing one of your soul's unique incarnations on Earth. The person you are now is just one of those 300* TV shows and is only one part of your soul's total experience. Sometimes your essence is just watching and sometimes it is in you, actively participating in your life. When you feel conscious and in the present, your essence is merged with your body. When you feel less conscious and alone, your essence is simply watching. You get to choose whether to invite your soul in or to act solely from your personality, which doesn't feel nearly as good but is sometimes necessary to facilitate your lessons. I'll end for now with one of my favorite quotes: "Sensitivity varies with intensity of presence; intensity of presence varies with consumption of essence." *300 is the average number of lifetimes in a physical plane cycle, more or less

A poem, by me

varianpierce — Sun, 18 Feb 2007 22:57:35 GMT

Michael When I was a lad Rough and tumble games with other boys Always something missing Wanted something more Then came Michael First love of my life Seventh grade shower rooms Agony and ecstasy My first hardons were for Michael Best friends, boy friends Wanted to be with him everywhere Schoolboy heartache Killed myself a thousand times When he discovered girls Painful separation When I confessed my secret love for him Seeing him across the lunchroom Another aching heart-on Second semester, twelfth grade At last, a class together I took the seat behind him The nape of his neck made me weak Then one night One hot and stormy night Driving home from somewhere He took my hand and placed it on his hardon He said I know a place Rough and tumble boy love In the back seat of my car Six years of aching hardons I gave to Michael Sweetest cum I'd ever tasted Then he joined the army Gone to fight the men he loves I saw him once that summer Crew cut, butch as hell How are you? I'm fine. Small talk When he turned I had so much to say But I let him go I still think of Michael Some nights when the rain beats hard and fast Michael, do you ever think of me? The boy who loved you six years and one night I still can taste your bittersweet love No one's ever tasted so good

Attractive, submissive gopher sought to take dicktation

varianpierce — Sun, 22 Oct 2006 17:57:08 GMT

Ok, y'all: I've got about a billion backed up messages and tribe membership requests to answer (I'm given to hyperbole), so please be patient and I WILL respond to you as soon as I feel like it/am able. Just know that those who send me money will get priority. I love you. Really. Hugey

And Applaud

varianpierce — Wed, 12 Jul 2006 02:10:37 GMT

Once a young man came to me and said, "Dear Master, I am feeling strong and brave today, And I would like to know the truth About all of my--attachments." And I replied, "Attachments? Attachments! Sweet Heart, Do you really want me to speak to you About all your attachments, When I can see so clearly You have built, with so much care, Such a great brothel To house all of your pleasures. You have even surrounded the whole damn place With armed guards and vicious dogs To protect your desires So that you can sneak away From time to time And try to squeeze light Into your parched being From a source as fruitful As a dried date pit That even a bird Is wise enough to spit out. Your attachments! My dear, Let's not speak of those, For Hafiz understands the sufferings Of your heart. Hafiz knows The torments and the agonies That every mind on its way to Annihilation in the Sun Must endure. So at night in my prayers I often stop And ask a thousand angels to join in And Applaud, And Applaud Anything, Anything in this world That can bring your heart comfort!" --Hafiz

In a Bad Part of Town....

varianpierce — Mon, 10 Jul 2006 16:29:30 GMT

Once upon a time, I was breaking my fast in a seedy diner in San Francisco's seamy Tenderloin district (I had my reasons) when I overheard the three large, scary men in the next booth having this cozy little chat: Scary man 1: "So I bashed him in the head with a Coke bottle, threw him in the back of the van, drove him out to the park and stuck a gun to his head and said, 'WHERE'RE THE FUCKIN' DRUGS?' And he said, 'Go ahead and kill me, I got no reason to live.'" Scary man 2: "Aww, I HATE guys like that!" Scary man 3: "No, man, ya gotta do it slow. What ya do is, ya take a pair of pliers..." Me: (in my head) "LALALALA! I CAN'T HEAR YOU! I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU DO WITH A PAIR OF PLIERS! LALALALA..." In addition to being totally creeped out by this exchange, I realized they were between me and the door; if someone came in and started shooting at them, I would catch any stray bullets. Fun! And I thought MY life was rough.

The Naked Ape

varianpierce — Sun, 11 Jun 2006 18:11:28 GMT

So this mornin' I'm standin' in the kitchen, see, in the "all together", if ya know what I mean, starin' in the fridge wonderin' what's the first thing I wanna shove in my groggy mug today, and I'm scratchin' my left armpit with my left hand, lookin' sorta like the letter 'capital P', if ya know what I mean, when all of a sudden I belch REAL loud. And my roommate, who can be kinda 'prissy' sometimes, if ya know what I mean, he laughs and he says, "It's like living with a gorilla!" See, I don't understand how he can say somethin' like that, ya know? I mean, 'cause gorillas don't even HAVE refrigerators, do they?

Tiny Gods

varianpierce — Sun, 21 May 2006 16:30:00 GMT

Some gods say, the tiny ones, "I am not here in your vibrant, moist lips That need to beach themselves upon The golden shore of a Naked body." Some gods say, "I am not The scarred yearning in the unrequited soul; I am not the blushing cheek Of every star and Planet--- I am not the applauding Chef Of those precious secretions that can distill The whole mind into a perfect wincing jewel, if only For a moment; Nor do I reside in every pile of sweet warm dung Born of the earth's Gratuity." Some gods say, the ones we need to hang, "Your mouth is not designed to know His, Love was not born to consume The luminous Realms." Dear ones, Beware of the tiny gods frightened men Create To bring an anesthetic relief To their sad Days. --Hafiz (1320-1389)

Into the Fire

varianpierce — Tue, 25 Apr 2006 01:18:56 GMT

"Into the Fire" by Sarah McLachlan Mother, teach me to walk again Milk and honey, so intoxicating Into the fire I'm reunited Into the fire I am the spark Into the night I yearn for comfort Open the doors that lead on into Eden No more cheap disguise Follow the signs marked 'back to the beginning' No more compromise Into the fire I'm reunited Into the fire I am the spark Into the night I yearn for comfort Free the water that carries me to the sea You I see as my security Into the fire I'm reunited Into the fire I am the spark Into the night I yearn for comfort I will stare at the Sun until its light doesn't blind me I will walk into the fire 'til its heat doesn't burn me And I will feed the fire Into the fire I'm reunited Into the fire I am the spark Into the night I yearn for comfort (This song always brings me back to Reality, even when I think I've "lost" it. Thanks, Sarah)

The Great Riddle

varianpierce — Wed, 19 Apr 2006 03:47:45 GMT

Two birds, one of them mortal, the other immortal, live in the same tree. The first one pecks at the fruit, sweet or bitter; the second looks on without eating. Thus the personal self pecks at the fruit of this world, bewildered by suffering, always hungry for more. But when he meets the True Self, the resplendent God, the source of creation, all his cravings are stilled. Perceiving Self in all creatures, he forgets himself in the service of all; good and evil both vanish; delighting in Self, playing like a child with Self, he does whatever is called for, whatever the result. Self is everywhere, shining forth from all beings, vaster than the vast, subtler than the most subtle, unreachable, yet nearer than breath, than heartbeat. Eye cannot see it, ear cannot hear it nor tongue utter it; only in deep absorption can the mind, grown pure and silent, merge with the formless truth. She who finds it is free; she has found herself; she has solved the great riddle; her heart is forever at peace. Whole, she enters the Whole. Her personal self returns to its radiant, intimate, deathless source. As rivers lose name and form when they disappear into the sea, the sage leaves behind all traces when she disappears into the light. Perceiving the truth, she becomes the truth; she passes beyond all suffering, beyond death; all the knots of her heart are loosed. --The Upanishads

Like a Moth to a Flame

varianpierce — Mon, 06 Mar 2006 20:10:38 GMT

SEXUAL KARMA The most intense and obvious type of karma is sexual karma. People do sexual karma all the time: one person gets obsessed with another; he cares about this person and has no idea why. They have nothing in common, yet he can't stop being in relationship. And then, suddenly, at some point, it is complete, over. In a non-karmic relationship, you have choices, but when you are in a sexual karma, you do not. You may be hating it, you may be loving it, but you really can't stop. What most people consider "being in love", heart palpitating, totally obsessed with the object of desire, is actually sexual karma. They are not really loving a person for his special qualities, they are loving the fact that they feel in a drugged state of karmic intoxication*. It has nothing to do with the other person at all. When you really are in love with a person and it isn't a karma, you are seeing him clearly and admiring his qualities. A sexual karma can turn into a non-karmic relationship after the karma is over, but that does not often occur. Once the karma is done and the relationship would have to be based on other factors such as compatibility, most of the time both parties are in agreement that they do not want to continue. Once the karma is over, oftentimes the thrill is gone. *(I must say that karmic sex is some of the hottest sex around, though you may feel like shit afterwards. I'm not recommending it, mind you, just appreciating its intensity. --Hugey) SELF KARMA Self karma is an intense challenge you have provided for yourself to work on this lifetime. Self karmas can involve just yourself or can include your relationships to other people, but not involve them. For example, you always wind up getting attracted to arrogant, shallow men (or women). Your lesson is that you want to learn how to relate to shallow, arrogant people--how to handle them, how to get something out of the relationship, how to avoid them, how to keep your self-esteem around them--so you keep introducing shallow, arrogant person after shallow, arrogant person into your life. Some of them may be in mutual karma with you and some may not. The way you can tell the difference is to see if the person is engaged in the intensity or not. If she is also intense about you, there is mutual karma going on. If she is someone who may not even know that you exist, or who feels neutral about you, she isn't in karma with you. You just have a self karma around that type of person. Other self karmas can relate to your personal habits. You might have a bad habit or bodily condition about which you have an intense feeling: smoking; an overweight/underweight problem; an uncontrollable drug or drinking habit; HIV, cancer, etc.; gambling or using credit cards too heavily; being too physically beautiful for anyone to notice you have a brain (I HATE that one); insomnia; or inability to get the job you want. Any personal challenge that you cannot seem to overcome and about which you feel intensely is a self karma. --from "Michael: The Basic Teachings"

Missing the Moon

varianpierce — Fri, 03 Mar 2006 15:47:50 GMT

If you're walking with a dog at night and you point at the Moon, the dog will stare at your finger. If God is the Moon, the Bible* is the finger. In this country, and this world, we've got far too many rabid, dumb-as-a-post fundamentalists** staring at the finger and completely missing the Moon. So, all you Fundies, get your finger out of your nose and your nose out of the Bible and go seek a personal, authentic experience of the Divine, then get back to us. *Substitute Koran or Torah, if you wish. **My apologies to dogs for comparing them to fundamentalists.

Kiss My Cuirass!

varianpierce — Mon, 30 Jan 2006 06:39:40 GMT

"Intelligent Design" Ain't!

varianpierce — Thu, 13 Oct 2005 06:09:35 GMT

"Intelligent Design Left Dover Out" by Joan Ryan With weary regularity, my 15-year-old son flips aside his pencil and, slumping in his chair, asks why a person with no intention of becoming a physicist or mathematician should be tortured with science and algebra. He doesn't yet see the value in learning the principles of logic, or the orderliness of the scientific method to test hypotheses. I wipe my son's sweaty brow. "It's so you don't grow up to be an idiot like the school board members in Dover, Pa.,'' I tell him. Arguments opened this week in U.S. District Court in Harrisburg, Pa., in a case that has the feel of a grainy black-and-white movie starring ladies with velvet pocketbooks and men in bowties. The court will decide whether the Dover school board can require biology teachers to present "alternative'' explanations for human creation besides evolution. One of those explanations, the Dover school board stipulated in a 6-3 vote last year, should be a notion called intelligent design. Intelligent design is more or less Genesis, except the role of "God'' is played by an unnamed "intelligent being'' who has, as comedian Jon Stewart puts it, the skill set of somebody who can create the universe. (Intelligent design also leaves out the talking-serpent part of the story.) It is clear to me that what is on display this week in Harrisburg is not evolution. What is on display is America's spectacular failure to produce citizens with the ability to reason. The fact is the tender-headed folks in Dover are hardly alone. More than a century after Darwin's findings on natural selection, and after decades of corroborating evidence through fossils and genetics, 55 percent of the public believes that "God created humans in their current form,'' according to a New York Times/CBS poll last year. This majority chose that statement over even this one, which at least gave a nod to evolution: "Humans evolved from less advanced life forms, but God guided this process.'' (Just 27 percent opted for this one.) Since 2001, 43 states have faced challenges to teaching evolution in public schools. In a widely covered case last year, six parents had to go to court to stop the school board in Cobb County, Ga., from slapping stickers on biology textbooks that warned students that evolution "is not a fact.'' So I should not be surprised that a real judge using actual taxpayer dollars is presiding over testimony about the validity of a scientific theory about which there is no legitimate dispute. But scientist Eugenie Scott certainly is not surprised. She is the executive director for the National Center for Science Education, based at UC Berkeley. I talked to her by phone from Harrisburg, where she is advising the lawyers for the 11 parents who brought suit against the Dover board. She is more generous than I am. She doesn't categorize the people pushing to teach creationism in public schools as wing nuts or boobs. She does not make judgments about those who believe that an actual Adam was put to sleep by God so that his rib could be excised to create a mate named Eve who fell under the spell of a persuasive snake. Scott does not point out, as some might, that this story of creation is no more or less believable than, say, the Norse creation story about melting ice forming a giant called Ymir and a cow called Audhumia whose incessant licking melted more ice that created more gods whose sons came upon two logs that turned into the first humans. "People don't show up here (at the courtroom) because they believe evolution is bad science,'' Scott said. "They show up because they believe that if they accept evolution, then they are abandoning their religious beliefs. They see it as an either/or proposition: Either evolution happened, or God loves you.'' But as many others have said, faith and science are not mutually exclusive. Plenty of the clergy accept evolution, and plenty of scientists believe in God. Most Catholics, for example, accept Darwin's theory, believing that God inserted a soul into humans somewhere along the evolutionary time line. "I think the clergy can do a better job explaining that according to their theology, evolution is OK,'' she said. Truly, how could it not be OK with their theology? Faith is one thing; ignorance is something else. To reject evolution in teaching biology is as inane as rejecting quantum theory or the theory of relativity in teaching physics. It is discouraging to see, in a federal courtroom in the year 2005, that educated men and women can still be so much like the ancients who sat around the fire and explained the world around them through stories of gods and serpents and magical gardens. It makes me wonder. For the Dover folks, the best evidence against human evolution might be themselves. __________________________________________________________ E-mail Joan Ryan at joanryan@sfchronicle.com. Her column will run on Thursdays while she is on assignment.

No Kissie, No Nookie!

varianpierce — Sun, 04 Sep 2005 02:19:50 GMT

Kissing is an integral part of great sex. Without it, sex is just sex, and quite boring. For me, sex is primarily about connection with my partner, and how connected can you be without mouth-to-mouth contact, without sharing breath? I'm tired of all the excuses guys use for why they don't kiss: "I only kiss my boyfriend", "I'm afraid of catching something", "I'm straight", "I'm so into my 'top' act that I can't really be intimate because then I wouldn't be in control", blah, blah, blah.... So, my newest motto (I have several) is, "If you don't kiss, don't bother".

Just call me 'Saucy'!

varianpierce — Thu, 14 Jul 2005 19:12:42 GMT

"I'm Frolicsome and Easy, Good-Natured and Free." --The Saucy Sailor Lad (from'n olde tyme yarn o' th' Sea) Frolicsome: full of gaiety and fun; sportive; merry Saucy: impertinently bold and impudent; amusingly forward and flippant; irrepressible