An assortment

Following the latest teaching I've come across, enjoy the small things rather than look at the rest. Besides discovering my 5 second appearance on Big Brother has gone online I've just seen a video of someone describing their enlightenment word for word from the manual. He seemed genuine enough, and really seemed to be experiencing what I'd describe as human evolution, where we are able to move up a level of consciousness to one I certainly see as not quite enough. If indeed this is happening more often it's unlikely to be the effort of the teachers. These guys have been around the west since The Beatles made them popular, and I still bump into old hippies who have spent years in India or followed these guys elsewhere and are still no further on their journey than me. It's about success rate. Many teachers say how few students will become enlightened but some are now seeing it happen more and more. I don't think they know why either as we all basically do the same things, hear the same things and only some practice more than others. But the stories of those at it for years show effort is not the only factor in success. Others say it's either going to happen or not anyway and out of our control. But either way it sounds the way I should be and will work at the rest of my life between the other things.




I'm on between 1.30 or so and 1.40 shaking hands with Jason.
Otherwise it's business as usual. I like words, especially rude ones, and it's always funny how business means work and shit as in my case the two are very similar. Currently as my attempts to forge a career have made me a jack of all trades and barely doing any of them. How many other words are like that? Duty for one, in America anyway. Done my duty means exactly the same two choices, and it's no coincidence people assign the same words to work and jobs (one more) to defecation. Jobs, business, duty, made a pile (two meanings again), the human mind has always related muck and brass probably back to the stone age. We didn't actually record a shit age, but Freud did, as we all go through the anal stage, and any disturbance with transition leaves us attached to whichever one it was, so mine is obvious. So overeaters were probably disturbed during the oral stage and all the others with current results for each. That makes my mind automatically drift to all the other fetishes we don't share, one man loves and another hates. We all know the places I mean, feet, piss, bottoms etc. Very few men have no opinion, they either avoid them or make a beeline for them, and none can change how they feel per area. But Freud (had he not actually been so embarrassed as he was a prude, despite his findings) would have assigned each preference to an early experience although I think some are just programmed in from birth like preferences for food or anything else. But better to think about than global warming, Barack Obama or any of the other media drizzle that's overwhelming us from all angles.

Now if either candidate said they'd make oral sex legal across the country (some states still ban it) they'd get a landslide. Imagine that, the cunnilingus president. Barack Obama went down in history in 2008 for making cunnilingus legal. Now that would get my vote and a poster on the wall. I'd want them to knock down the statue of liberty and replace it with Barack going down on his wife for that. Even though it doesn't affect me it would be one of the greatest things to hit the world since some countries in Europe legalised prostitution. Politics, world affairs, art, literature? Give me bodily functions over all of these as they are real and here now. Look at Chaucer, he became part of English classes the world over by writing about farts. I make no apology for bringing things back to the bathroom or bedroom as that's where we all share something, and can enjoy every experience at no cost or study. Actually if I was in charge I wouldn't just legalise oral sex, I'd make it compulsory and on demand. Why just do half the job?

Of course besides the physical my other great passion is the supernatural, as like our limited normal consciousness, our physical limits are both restricted and have the potential for much more. I know the edges but others claim they extend far more. I'll keep looking and don't believe there won't be more.

A day of freedom

After 2 whole days of intermittent work today was free! I booted one possible arrangement as far into the distance as I could, and as a result lost another which I postponed until the other had been dealt with, and they forgot to check. So in the end I spent the evening at my grandma's which was a lot easier and made her happy. So a better result overall.

I made my planned trip to Golders Green to take pictures of people at bus stops, the current project inspired by my Flickr groups, and collected a nice little bunch. We also got our new updated interactive TV service today and amazingly after missing Dr Who over the weekend due to a programme overload they had it on catch up TV and I managed to see it after all, which was pretty amazing as it was the first time the service was introduced after I needed to use it. I like it when things like that happen.

Then on the way home tonight I hear Talk Sport radio just introduced a premium rate phone number to cost the average caller a few quid every time they call. I went on the forum and the thick spastics were moaning because the new fucking number didn't rhyme!

Now the only reason arseholes like Talk Sport (Rupert Murdoch) do this is because the average Brit is a stupid wanker that doesn't know their arse from their elbow. We have our share of intellectuals and bright sparks but visit the average pub and you'll see what I mean. These guys will be potential callers and when they get their phone bill (if they bother to look) will then realise what apparently only I knew the second I heard it. That is why prices generally are so high here, as people pay them. Two garages up the road from each other, one charges 20p a gallon more and the expensive one regularly has a queue. People are cretins. So why do they moan the rare times they realise they've been exploited? If they haven't the brains to compare two garages on the same road and choose the expensive one, even when they have to wait 10 minutes, the clever people will rob them until the day they die and it'll be their own stupid faults. It's not the same as leaving a phone on a table and expecting it to be nicked as theft isn't the free market. It's seeing two identical products at different prices and choosing the expensive at random, or taking the time between a phone call and the resulting bill before discovering a premium rate number exchange.

Just for the record, any starting 09 will cost an arm and a leg, and 087 a few fingers. 07s are pretty mean as well, especially the 070 ones. Expect to lose a testicle (for men) and a pair of nipples (for women) if any business has one of those. They rely totally on people not learning a few simple 3 figure prefixes (as the rest of the number won't affect the price) and not checking the bills after to see why a half hour call cost them 3 quid. I am considering this time not even listening to Talk Sport, after not calling for months the last time they tried something like that. But being in Britain people will rent their kids out for prostitution if Tony Blair tells them to. They trust authority and the authorities (who don't share their stupidity but equal it with evilness) take full advantage of it. I can't raise anyone's IQ but we can all raise people's awareness.

Anyone who wishes to can add their view here once registered as a user.

http://forum.talkforum.org/viewtopic.php?t=16738

and don't be scared to quote me calling the other members total cocks. I more or less said it there except I didn't want to get myself banned. And as I promised cunnilingus here it is. The word, anyway. How can you get it off a screen?

Sex and more sex talk

Having had a comment that a recent entry had saved the only good bit for the end when I started talking dirty, I wondered if I only really interested anyone with that part and the rest was for my own benefit. So all I can say is I won't report the shit that happened today and go straight to the other stuff. None of that today either though it may have been on the cards, but I'll manage.

Talking about sex and other bodily functions I suppose I can use the total freedom here (for that is what it appears to be) to challenge more of the taboos people don't like to mention and maybe if I do a few more times may soften attitudes by raising their visibility. How far I will go remains to be seen, as people can judge just as much as approve, and attitudes here are so Victorian you can't even talk about the pleasures of cunnilingus without being branded a pervert for actually enjoying the total experience. It's OK for the woman to like it but if a man starts going into anatomical details the room normally clears very quickly. I know for that man was me. So after losing the battle I kept it to myself or within a few other who were in touch with their own senses enough to appreciate it. If you have a good meal most people can spend more time analysing it than they did eating it, but eat good pussy and few British would want to hear a blow by blow account (get it?). As for water sports, golden showers, ladies weeweeing you may as well go straight to the naughty step.

Ugh, how can you do that? Well, get me an agreeable woman and I'll show you. You know urine is an antiseptic and used throughout history as a general medicine? My grandma was brought up with a bottle of pee for sore throats and things and is 97 and strong as an ox. Her two sisters both reached over 90 as well, so it didn't do them any harm at least. Fetishism? I don't think anything I call a kink is a fetish as a kink is extra while a fetish is an alternative and an end on its own. So they are the same areas but different emphases. One is in preference to sex, the other a preparation. But anything besides A and B in the alphabet seem foreign here (unlike the French, who may have that as their only asset), I like right up to Z and a few numbers as well. All but the back door though. And oddly the dirty dirty Brits love putting it up the arse. And rimming. Yech! It's the rubbish chute for god's sake, and unless you're queer (can I say that?) you have a perfectly good aperture right next to it. Why go near the anus??

Who mentioned feet? Oh, the people on flickr. Well after the sex organs and mouth they have the most nerve endings. The orientals know this and treat them with respect, but the west has missed this detail and few people realise what you can manage with a woman just by operating there. Except for those who have experienced it. Most men avoid them for some reason, though more women are aware they find it hard to get men to do it. But they'll put it up the arse. No! Leave the bottom hole alone! It's the exclusion zone! You don't like feet but can happily put your tongue where a turd has just left before you. I really don't understand. Anyway, besides straying into territory where fools fear to tread and I have been a fool many times before and will many in future, I won't go past what I can say in front of my cat. Anything else you'll have to pay me for. If more than 10 people read this I may have to turn this into a sex blog, though I ran out of material two lines ago already. Like food critics, I'd rather do it than spend ages describing it. But until I do...