wow, man, as a slashdot user i'd never thought of this angle before.
your comment was insightful and interesting, as well as introducing me to a new viewpoint on the DeCSS debate. i especially like your use of the word "winblows" and plan to use it in conversation from now on. thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I trapped myself into faggotry when I was 19 years old. While I have to take responsibility for this myself, I can see how our modern American values made it so easy to turn myself into a fag. I can't be the only one who got trapped this way.
In an example of kindness that can kill, society seems to no longer view the sin of sodomy as a sin. Instead, the view now common is that the temptation to commit buggery is an intrinsic immutable personal characteristic, as much as having brown eyes or red hair. Therefore it can't be wrong, so the theory goes.
When I first felt these temptations, I learned not that I was a sinner but that I had 'awakened' to my own sexual identity. I should 'rejoice in this characteristic that makes me the individual I am.' This clever lie not only gave me permission to commit these sins but also indeed put considerable pressure on me to make these acts the mantle of my existence and adopt a life that revolved around the act of buggery. Because after all, to repent and turn from this sin would be 'denying the reality of my identity' and 'only living a lie.'
With the help of an 'understanding' society, I adopted this view. Occasionally I sought help (in the wrong places) for the nagging notion that this was all a horrible, horrible mistake. The apostate clergy of modern psychology told me that my aversion to my 'sexual identity' was wrong, I should let go of my inhibitions and go enjoy the revolving door sex culture of anonymous gay sex.
I reached a depth of despair at my first (and last) 'gay pride' parade. I saw the most revolting attributes of homosexuality flaunted as if they were the hallmark achievements of mankind. Vileness, promiscuity, perversity, and inverted morality (not to mention logic) were all hailed in an orgy of celebration. It was like a bad science fiction horror movie of Hades come to Earth.
As the years passed, it was increasingly more difficult to suppress the growing sense of revulsion I had to those wretched beings with whom I had cast my lot. I left the city every year on the day of the 'gay pride' orgy. I tried to distance myself from the amoral antilogical licentious human garbage that collectively calls itself the 'gay community.'
Currently I still feel the call of this sin, though I no longer act on it. The final chapter of my odyssey of escape from the clever lies of an immutable fag nature is perhaps not yet written. But I pray to God for redemption. I'm not yet sure of the state of my salvation, but if nothing else, I have turned my back on fag sin and all the evil that comes with it.
I used to think you people were evil and crazy and persecuted the righteous. But I am beginning to understand that I have had it exactly backwards."
Testimony 2
"If it's ok with you, I would like you guys to post my story on your site like you did with that other guy. Here is my story below, feel free to correct any spelling. I am not afraid to have my name in there, so feel free to print it.
My name is F**** G*****. I am now 55 and I have AIDS, my reward for a life of faggotry and promiscuity. In my lifetime I have had nearly every venereal disease you could imagine, but none of those could stop me from my life of sin.
I got involved with sodomy at a very young age. My neighbor was an upstanding person in the community. Everyone loved him and his wife. At church he was almost a celebrity. But what I found out that his wife had not, is that he was a faggot, leading a hidden lifestyle. One weekend, my parents thought it would be a good idea for me to go camping with my neighbor while they were out of town. It was a horrible mistake for all of us.
Alone with this pervert in the woods, there was nobody to stop him from exposing me to sodomy and all manners of perversion. Years later, those events damaged my psychological development in high school. I could never maintain a healthy relationship with females. But things got worse in college.
When I was a senior in college, I met a professor that was a faggot. He began telling me that what I was feeling was "normal", and that those who opposed this sort of behavior were neandethals and backward. Soon we were having a relationship. It was then that I had considered myself gay.
What I want people to know at this point is that the gay lifestyle is not some kind of mirror image of the heterosexual lifestyle. It involves multiple partners, anonymous sex, and many perversions. It seemed that I needed to experience more and more perverted activities to be satisfied. Among the ones I could mention here are pedophilia and beastiality.
So I continued in my life of faggotry, never truly happy. I claimed I was proud of it; I marched in parades and chanted the slogans. But inside I knew there was something wrong. From the first time I called myself gay, I had always turned to drugs to take away the pain of my sin. If I ran out of money for drugs, I thought nothing wrong about going to the nearest rest stop or public restroom, and offering my services to strangers. Nothing the gay movement could tell me could make me happy the way the drugs did. They said that the lifestyle was becoming more accepted, that we were going to be accepted by the country as normal. But I knew I was not normal, and I suspected many others know this too.
Still I was involved in the lifesyle until March 24, 1999. I had in and out of doctors' offices for years, diagnosed and treated for ghonorrea, scabies, and lice. I thought I had hit the bottom when diagnosed with herpes in 1995. But on that day in 1999, I learned that I had tested positive for HIV. The worse thing is that with the lifestyle I was leading, I could not tell you who gave me that virus.
The reason why I am writing this, and using my real name, is because I want everyone to know the truth about his lifestyle. I no longer care about what happens to me. I will be dead soon, and my family disowned me long ago. I am ashamed of what I did to them and god. When I was lying in the hospital bed about a month ago, I learned that what I had done for years was a sin.
Now I felt better knowing that I was right to doubt myself back then. I have repented to the Lord and know that while my sins are now washed clean, my duty in my final months on Earth is to warn the world, especially young males, about the danger of homosexuality.
There is NOTHING normal about it. The media tries to portray faggots as being entertaining, funny, and just like everyone else. But that could not be further from the truth. I know because I have been there. Not a day goes by that I don't regret my sins of the past. If just one afflicted person reads this and changes there ways before having to suffer the pain that I have, then I will consider my holy mission accomplished.
Let's make sure we understand each other. Webster's dictionary defines "faggot" this way: (1) a bundle of sticks, twigs, or small branches of trees, used for fuel or for filling ditches or other purposes in fortification."
According to the dictionary, Faggots are "fuel" for the fire. Because of this root meaning of the word, the English language has always allowed people to reasonably and logically be called faggots if the destiny of those people involved being burned in a fire.
Have you ever said that some people are destined to go to hell if they continue in certain types of behavior?
Then you belong in the Creator's Rights Party.
Why?
The Creator's Rights Party is committed to arresting faggots of all types. (According to the dictionary definition, every person destined for the fires of hell is technically and actually a faggot. This point is increasingly clear as unrepentant sinners of every variety rush to jump into political bed with the homosexual faggots.)
Why must we arrest faggots?
It will give faggots an opportunity to be delivered from their bondage to whatever it is that is moving them to choose behavior that will inevitably cause them to be burned in the fire.
I know this will blow most people's train of thought off the track but it is nonetheless true that Arresting faggots is an act of love, a ministry that was historically understood to be a very high calling from God. The fact that the great majority of citizens in the United States of America has forgotten this calling (if the feedback we get from this article is indicative of national trends, this statement includes Christians as well as infidels) in no way diminishes the responsibility of those who are truly God's people to respond to that calling.
If you call yourself a person of God and refuse to help arrest faggots, you belie yourself and prove you do not belong to the God who is committed to burning faggots.
If you refuse to help arrest faggots, you really should expect to be left behind when God comes to collect His people.
Even if you refuse to help arrest the faggots, God's people will do it anyway.
Because of His great love for all people, God will move His true people to help arrest faggots so faggots will be sure to have the opportunity to repent of their sin. In this way, if they refuse to repent, on Judgement Day there will no voice be raised in accusation against God: everyone will know they were given the opportunity to know the Truth and repent.
How can you help arrest faggots?
How did you help the present regime stand by as God's authority was rescinded by the government of the USA? You supported political parties, right? Well, you help arrest the desecration the same way. Except you support a party actually committed to arresting the desecration.
At this moment in history, in the United States of America, you only have one political party committed to arresting all categories of faggots: The Creator's Rights Party.
If you still are not clear about why homosexual faggots must be arrested, go here to hear about their queer agenda.
Won't you help the Creator's Rights Party arrest the faggots?
The many people who have wondered about "actress" Jane Fonda "Is she still as big a fucking asshole as she always was?" were heartened today to learn that, yes, Jane Fonda is still as big a fucking asshole as she always was, when former "actress," or whatever, Jane Fonda, announced that, yes, she's still as big a fucking asshole as she always was. And always will be.
Fonda also announced her divorce from longtime "husband," of a couplea years, Ted Turner, on the grounds of his holding her back from being an even bigger utter fucking asshole than she's always been by sometimes not always being at least as big an utter fucking asshole as he was when she met him.
Fonda, however, stopped short of accusing Turner of having deceived her and the American people by not actually being as big an utter fucking asshole as he claims to be, and settled for calling him a pathetic loser who'd never be even as big an utter fucking asshole as her little pinkie.
"DDo^`ng ti'nh luye^'n a'i" is a literal translation via Chinese of that modern neologism "homosexuality" which dates back to but 1869. It's entry date into the Vietnamese language isn't very clear to me, but I suspect fairly late by comparison: it did NOT appear in DDa`o Duy Anh's Ha'n Vie^.t Tu+. DDie^?n of 1931, but did appear in his Pha'p Vie^.t Tu+. DDie^?n of 1936, and might have limited currency in the journalistic vocabulary of the 1930s. I haven't been able to find any earlier appearance/usage of this word prior to the 1930s. I believe that this word only came into greater vogue/currency with the explosive introduction of Western psychology (not so much the Freudianism which had come in the 1920s, but the pop/family kind which became greatly popular in the 1940s onward) and sexology: especially the boom in sex education/hygiene primers/manuals in the 1950s/60s. This term is distinctively "clinical" in flavor: and it seemed to have limited currency in criminal records, since the practice was not criminalized in Vietnam, or at least never quite so explicitly, until quite late (if at all: a friend of mine who's a journalist in Vietnam and who had written a few features on the subject did tell me, though without concrete documentary evidence, that there are officially laws against it in Communist Vietnam, but I can't tell for sure until I can find documentary evidence in my hand to prove it one way or the other).
"A'i nam a'i nu+~" (or "a' nam a' nu+~") is probably the closest descriptive approximation to what is meant ontologically (and perhaps even behavorially if one takes "a'i" as a verb -- but then the total meaning of the term is rather misleading/misguided since it'll be closer to what's understood in English as "bisexual" behavior). The earliest usage of this term that I can find so far is the 1940s. Another variation on this term, which is more common in biological/medical vocabulary, is "ba'n nam ba'n nu+~", which, like the others, means literally "part/half man and part/half woman".
"Bo'ng la.i ca'i" is obviously an underground slang. I suspect that it's associated with cult practices of "ddo^`ng bo'ng". There are many conflicting semantic and cultural exegeses on the various (high-charged) terms: "bo'ng", "la.i" and "ca'i" (as well as "ddo^`ng bo'ng" and "ddo^`ng co^ bo'ng ca^.u", "con ba` co^", though probably NOT "co^ ho^`n ca'c dda(?ng" as usually understood, etc.) This term, if it's associated at all with quasi-shamanistic/spirit-cult practices ("ddo^`ng bo'ng", "vi'a co^'t" etc.) then its flavor is distinctly more ontological, even though it can also have a behavorial dimension in the figurative sense that is used for homosexuals/hermaphrodites and other sexually ambiguous/queer categories of people. I am unable to date this term (and its host of derivatives/correlates), even though it surely predates the 1960s. "Bo'ng" and "la.i ca'i" are the most common abbreviated correlates of this term (even though "la.i ca'i" very often stands on its own with regards to gay male, given its literal meaning of "contaminated with the feminine" -- but then can be used as a byword for "effeminacy" which isn't exclusive or even characteristic of gay males at all, as we all know!:-))
"Pe^ dde^" ("pe'de'", short for the French "pe'deraste" whose English counterpart is the Latinate cognate "pederast") is probably the most common modern/contemporary (post 1950s/60s?) byword for a gay person in Vietnam. It's probably urban in origin/scope and can probably be dated to the French usage of the word (albeit much less commonly than the pervasive "inverti" which doesn't seem to have a literal correlate in Vietnamese: its English correlate is the less commonly used "invert").
"Ke^ gian" is a much more ancient term, borrowed from Chinese (and dating back quite a few centuries), which is mostly used to depict the anal kind of "sodomy". It's a description of the act, and not so much a person. Needless to say, it was included in earlier Sino- Vietnamese dictionaries (the earliest instance of which I have been able to date to 1898). But then, as is made clear in both the Chinese and Vietnamese context, "ke^ gian" can often mean a generic term for the tabooed kind of "anal intercourse" and not limited to same-sex practice. (And in medieval Europe the term had been used broadly to encompass all sexual deviancy, including bestiality, so there!) -- Vinh N.
GAK is the name of a mixture that can be easily made at home and will give any condom-based method a more realistic feel. It's not too expensive. It's a little too technical for me, but I've heard that if you wanna get really fancy, gak is the ideal filler for your home-made silicone dick - thought I've no idea how you'd make a dick from silicone.
Still, here's the recipe, as posted on the MtMInFo list
Items needed:
2 containers
1 measuring instrument (ML)
Hot water
1 Stirring stick
1 Large container Elmer's glue (white)
1 box Borax Booster Soap
Tap water
1 pen/marker
Directions:
Label both containers: One "A" and the other "B" on the side.
Measure out 30 ML of tap water and pour into container "A"
Measure out 30 ML of Elmer's glue and pour into cup "A".
Stir thoroughly, about 1 minute. Set aside
Measure out 240 ML of hot water and pour into container "B"
Measure out 16 ML of Borax and pur into cup "B".
Stir thoroughly until totally disolved. Set aside for 2 minutes.
Measure out 30 ML of the dissolved solution in container "B".
Pour this measurement into container "A".
IMMEDIATELY start stirring. Stir until it coagulates (turns into a blob).
With the remaining contents of container "B" - measure out additional contents of "A" mixture and make additional gak or throw remaining contents of "B" out.
Note: for those who (like me) hadn't heard of 'Elmer's glue' - it's that nasty white glue stuff we used to use as kids. You used to be able to get it all over your hands, let it dry, and pull it off as if it was a second skin. That's the best description I can do!
Anal sex is not something that is experienced exclusively by gay men; it is a facet of our collective sexual identity which has been explored by previous cultures and continues to be explored today. Men and women of all walks of life enjoy anal sex as an alternative to everyday lovemaking. Its not for everyone, but anal sex may be what you're looking for if you want to try something completely different.
Why do people enjoy anal sex?
Anal sex is enjoyable because of the rich body of nerve endings in the anus. While people often experience pain when first attempting anal sex, as a person learns to relax, the pain often subsides into pleasure. For men, anal sex also offers stimulation to the prostate, an organ that provides the rush of pleasure during orgasm. Anal sex for many seems like a taboo activity, and much of society still shuns it. But statistics show that roughly 35% of heterosexuals and 50% of the gay community practice anal sex at least occasionally.
How can I make anal sex safer?
Anal sex can be a perfectly safe activity as long as you take the necessary precautions. You should remember that your anus and rectum do not have their own natural lubrication nor the kind of elasticity the mouth and vagina enjoy. That is why anal sex must be practiced with care. There are three things that should always be used whenever anal penetration is taking place; lubrication, condoms and common sense. Liberal amounts of lubrication are necessary because the rectal wall can be quite sticky and is subject to tearing and lesions if not kept lubricated. In addition, the anus and rectum are narrow, so lubrication is needed to press inside smoothly. Condoms are another necessity. Enemas, douches and other cleaners will not be able to get all the germs and bacteria out of the rectum. Not only is anal sex facilitate the transmission of STDs better than any other form of sex, it can also cause urinary tract infections and other bacterial diseases. Latex protection is essential, and can offer additional slickness. Finally, use your common sense. The rectal wall curves and is thin so long, hard objects can tear your insides. Don't wear any jewelry on your hands, and cut your fingernails if you are going to put your finger in someone's anus. Most importantly, respect your body. Don't push the limits and go only as far as you feel comfortable.
How can I enjoy anal sex?
Tips for beginners
To prepare yourself for anal sex, the first thing to do is learn to relax. This may include a hot bath beforehand, an erotic massage or even just a good workout. Remember that the sphincter muscles around the anus will not allow things to pass through easily unless you relax and take it slow. Do not start with something the size of a dildo or penis. Your sphincter may be reluctant enough to start with your partner's finger. One partner should lubricate or place a lubricated condom over his or her finger. Take the finger and arouse the surface of the anus, perhaps making small circular motions as you go. Always pay attention to your partner to indicate whether or not he or she feels comfortable. Slowly attempt to push your finger slightly inside the anus. Do not force your hand - stop if your partner complains of discomfort. If it is difficult to enter the anus, you probably need more lubrication. The first time you try this, the receiver may feel a bit of pain. Anal sex is not for everyone, and if you feel uncomfortable stop and perhaps try again later. Think of this process as training for later anal encounters. Even a finger can provide intense stimulation when it is inserted in the anus.
Once you have tried penetration with a finger a number of times then you can move towards something that is a bit larger. First you have to decide on what type of anal stimulation that you enjoy. Do you enjoy the movement of a finger, and the feeling of entry and withdrawal? If this is the case then you may wish to proceed by being penetrated with your partner's penis or by using an anal toy. For those who enjoy the feeling of penetration more than motion or vibration, try butt plugs which are designed specifically for this purpose. A butt plug sits inside the anus, and is not generally used for thrusting back and forth.
Positions to try
The best positions for anal sex depend largely on what stage you and your partner are at in your experiences. Rear entry or the "doggie style" position is the one position most people associate with anal sex. However, rear entry allows a penis or anal toy to penetrate most deeply, and may not be the best choice for the beginner. A good starting position is the "spoons" position, with each partner laying on his or her side, one behind the other. This prevents the penetrating partner from going too fast, and allows complete control over penetration. It also brings you closer to your partner, making it easier to judge his or her reactions to what you're doing.
Another position for anal sex is a variation of the missionary position. The receiving partner lays on his or her back while the penetrating partner approaches from on top. The penetrating partner lifts up the calves or shins of the receiver, exposing the anus. This can be an especially intimate position, with both partners facing each other. The 'top' partner can masturbate the other and is open to massage and cuddling as well.
Finally, rear entry offers another possibility for anal penetration. This position allows the penetration to be the deepest, and permits the receiver to better open the anus for entry. Rear entry doesn't offer the kind of intimacy or ease of communication that the other positions do, but for more advanced lovers, can offer the greatest amount of thrusting and penetration.
There are many more positions and techniques to try. Many people discover new and exciting positions through experimentation, and most people find the one that best suits them. Good communication is the key to such discovery, and a manual or video can help as well.
1. Decapitate enemy. If no enemy is present, one may substitute a sloth, as they were once human. It helps to cut as close as possible to the base of the neck.
2. Carrying the new trophy, flee to a river.
3. Make a long, vertical incision from the base of the neck to the crown of the head.
4. Carefully and slowly peel off the skin of the head, using a sharp knife to separate the skin of face from the facial bones. Cast the skull and brains into a river as a sacrifice to the Anaconda Spirit.
5. Turn skin inside-out and carefully scrape off all fatty tissue.
6. Tie a rope through the top of the head-skin. Immerse the skin into a pot of boiling water for up to two hours. Take care not to over-boil, as this will cause the victim's hair to fall out. Allow to cool.
7. Thread a flexible vine around the base of the neck to give it shape. Sew shut the incision and eyelids. Fix lips together with three bamboo pegs.
8. Heat several pebbles in a fire. Insert the hot stones into the neck-hole. Whirl head around by its hair to keep the stones from burning the flesh. This will cause the flesh to shrink.
9. Repeat above step with progressively smaller stones, using heated sand when stones will no longer fit through the neck-hole. Take care to re-mold the face into its original shape each time, so the enemy's features do not become distorted. This process will take approximately 20 hours, and is usually performed in one's home village.
10. Singe off the fine facial hairs.
11. Blacken the victim's face with charcoal, so the deceased's spirit cannot haunt and torment the living.
12. Hang shrunken head in the smoke of a fire to dry and cure.
13. After cooling, rub your trophy to make it shine.
so the journal features in Slashcode 2.2 seem pretty stable, and now there's all this friends-and-foes crap that's been enabled. when's this place going to become as unusably homosexual as GayJournal?
surely Slashdot (l)users would love nothing more than to be able to spend all fucking day reading about the blisteringly faggy details of other dorks' lives AND get all the poorly-worded pro-GNU drivel they crave, all on the same site. and with the miracle of moderation, users could improve each others' self-esteem by applying "+1, You Go Girl!" and "+1, You're a Beautiful Person!" where needed. Slashdot could become an all-encompassing support group and media company, in much the same way the Oxygen network is for overweight, shrill, unloved housewife bitches.
CmdrTaco isn't pushing this hard enough. this could get him more money than fluffing ever would.
In the laid back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob'ly knew her well.
She'd been stoned fifteen of her eighteen years and the story was widely told
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll.
Her legend finally reached New York, that Grove Street walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin' fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says, "Hell, I can roll `em faster, Jim, than any chick can smoke!"
So a note gets sent to San Rafael, "For the Championship of the World
The Kid demands a smoke off!" "Well, bring him on!" says Pearl,
"I'll grind his fingers off his hands, he'll roll until he drops!"
Says Calistog, "I'll smoke that twist till she blows up and pops!"
So they rent out Yankee Stadium and the word is quickly spread
"Come one, come all, who walk or crawl, price - just two lids a head
And from every town and hamlet, over land and sea they speed
The world's greatest dopers, with the Worlds greatest weed
Hashishers from Morocco, hemp smokers from Peru
And the Shamnicks from Bagun who puff the deadly Pugaroo
And those who call it Light of Life and those that call it boo.
See the dealers and their ladies wearing turquoise, lace, and leather
See the narcos and the closet smokers puffin' all together
From the teenies who smoke legal to the ones who've done some time
To the old man who smoked "reefer" back before it was a crime
And the grand old house that Ruth built is filled with the smoke and cries
Of fifty thousand screaming heads all stoned out of their minds.
And they play the national anthem and the crowd lets out a roar
As the spotlight hits The Kid and Pearl, ready for their smokin' war
At a table piled up high with grass, as high as a mountain peak
Just tops and buds of the rarest flowers, not one stem, branch or seed.
Maui Wowie, Panama Red and Acapulco Gold.
Kif from East Afghanistan and rare Alaskan Cold.
Sticks from Thailand, Ganja from the Islands, and Bangkok's Bloomin' Best.
And some of that wet imported shit that capsized off Key West.
Oaxacan tops and Kenya Bhang and Riviera Fleurs.
And that rare Manhatten Silver that grows down in the New York sewers.
And there's bubblin' ice cold lemonade and sweet grapes by the bunches.
And there's Hershey's bars, and Oreos, `case anybody gets the munchies.
And the Calistoga Kid, he sneers, and Pearley, she just grins.
And the drums roll low and the crowd yells "GO!" and the world's first Smoke Off begins.
Kid flicks his magic fingers once and ZAP! that first joint's rolled.
Pearl takes one drag with her mighty lungs and WOOSH! that roach is cold.
Then The Kid he rolls his Super Bomb that'd paralyze a moose.
And Pearley takes one super hit and SLURP! that bomb' defused.
Then he rolls three in just ten seconds and she smokes 'em up in nine,
And everybody sits back and says, "This just might take some time."
See the blur of flyin' fingers, see the red coal burnin' bright
As the night turns into mornin' and the mornin' fades to night
And the autumn turns to summer and a whole damn year is gone
But the two still sit on that roach-filled stage, smokin' and rollin' on
With tremblin' hands he rolls his jays with fingers blue and stiff
She coughs and stares with bloodshot gaze, and puffs through blistered lips.
And as she reaches out her hand for another stick of gold
The Kid he gasps, "Goddamn it, bitch, there's nothin' left to roll!"
"Nothin' left to roll?", screams Pearl, "Is this some twisted joke?"
"I didn't come here to fuck around, man, I come here to SMOKE!"
And she reaches 'cross the table And grabs his bony sleeves
And she crumbles his body between her hands like dried and brittle leaves
Flickin' out his teeth and bones like useless stems and seeds
And then she rolls him in a Zig Zag and lights him like a roach.
And the fastest man with the fastest hands goes up in a puff of smoke.
In the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lives a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob'ly know her well.
She's been stoned twenty-one of her twenty-four years, and the story's widely told.
How she still can smoke them faster than anyone can roll
While off in New York City on a street that has no name.
There's the hands of the Calistoga Kid in the Viper Hall of Fame
And underneath his fingers there's a little golden scroll
That says, Beware of Bein' the Roller When There's Nothin' Left to Roll.
On your knees cunt
Ill kick you in the face
Do what I fucking say
Or Im gonna slash your face
You're a worthless two-faced cunt
With your nose in the air
Ill break your fucking nose
And shit all over you
Sit on my face bitch, till I get off
And be my fucking whore
When Im done I'll piss in your mouth
Said be my fucking whore
Sit on face cunt till I get off
When Im done I light a cigarette
And piss in your mouth
And then I'll kick you the fuck out
You little piece of worthless shit
You're nothing to me
Just get down and suck it
Suck it
Suck it
Be my fucking whore
Get down and
Be my fucking whore
Be my fucking whore
Be my fucking whore
Be my fucking whore
..."Oh Christ. That's it. Tongue fuck my cunt like that. Jesus, Mya. Keep it up and I'm gonna cum all over your fucking face," Pink yelled aloud as R&B singer Mya was wetly lapping at the pink flesh between Pink's spread cuntlips. Mya's soft, pink tongue slid between Pink's folds from bottom to top and back, lapping up all juice that was appearing there. The tip of her tongue flicked quickly at Pink's swollen clit, making her scream, then Mya's tongue lowered again, slipping between her pussy lips, until finally it was licking at Pink's brown wrinkled asshole.
Pink felt the gorgeous black girl's tongue wetting her twitching pucker and loosened up her sphincter, causing her asshole to "open up" like a flower. Mya obviously took this as a sign and drilled her tongue deep into Pink's butt. As she stared over Pink's pussy and tits into her eyes, she slowly tongue fucked her ass, enjoying the musky, steamy taste and smell. Pink on the other hand felt her backdoor being invaded by the softest, wettest tongue and this was enough for her body to start spasming hard. She wasn't cumming, but she didn't know if she could hold out much longer. She pulled her knees up further until they squashed her tits. She spread her legs as wide as humanly possible, and tried to relax her sphincter even more.
As her female syrup was oozing from her cunt downwards to Mya's grinding tongue, Mya was almost able to get her whole tongue into Pink's shitter, and fucked it in and out, accompanied by lewd squishy sounds when entering, and a nasty plopping sound when retreating. The mix of her saliva and Pink pussy juices were great (tasting) lubrication for the hot and horny lesbian rimming.
A good ass rimming is Mya's greatest sexual talent, as her male and female lovers have claimed in the past. Pink was just the latest in a long line of "victims" to experience this. Bobbing her head, Mya kept tongue fucking Pink's ass until the white singer couldn't hold back anymore. Loudly screaming, and with hips shaking she felt all muscles in her pussy and ass clenching tightly, thus forcing Mya's tongue out. She started squirting torrents of warm juices straight into the black singer's face, whom held out her tongue to catch the delicious fluids as good as possible.
"AAAAAAHHHH...I'M CUMMINGGGGGGGG!! SUCK MY CUNT...SUCK MY ASSSSS...DRINK MY CUMMM...MYA, YOU FUCKING CUNT, YOU FUCKING SLUT, YOU MAKE ME CUM SO FUCKING GOOD..."
Finally, after Pink's loud and vulgar words died down, as did the convulsions in her lower body, and Mya had swallowed all of the liquids that spurted from Pink's flowery hole and were caught on her tongue, Mya crawled slowly on top of Pink, licking over her belly and tits along the way, and met her new good friend breath to breath, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue. Looking each other deep in the eyes, searching each other's souls, they swapped saliva lusciously and deliciously, drinking each other in yet another way. Pink could taste not only Mya's spit, but also her own secretions on her tongue, and was proud once again about how her own cunt tastes.
"It's your turn, you delicious cunt," Pink whispered as she smiled at Mya. "Get on your back and open up for mommy. Your ass belongs to me"...
Meanwhile, a couple of metres away from them, there was another tongue sliding in and out of a sopping wet, fragrant cunt, as Christina Aguilera had her mouth, and most of her face plastered between Lil' Kim's thick cunt lips. Her face was shining in the light, courtesy of Kim's juices, and as Christina had her tongue deep in Kim's fuckhole, her lips were closed over the opening and were loudly sucking, slurping even at it. As she felt the black rapper squeeze her pussy around her tongue, she sucked spoons full of juices from her cunt. The warm fluids were dripping from her black hairy box down into the sweaty crack of her ass.
Kim had a glazed look in her eyes, leaning back on one elbow, one hand on the back of Christina's head, pulling her face deeper into her muff as she wildly humped and ground her crotch in the blonde's face. The tongue in her cunt was driving her nuts, even though she had about a million cuntlickings in her life by now, or so it seemed. Christina was obviously a very talented slitsucker, or had a damn lot more experience than she had ever admitted. And that was just the mouth on her snatch. The two fingers in her asshole were another factor. Christina was finger fucking Lil' Kim's black swollen asshole like a pro. She pulled them back 'till only the fingertips were in, only to slide them back in to the knuckles.
"Yeah, that's it, Christina. You really are a talented slut. I could get used to having a white cunt and butt slut like you. Maybe I could have you come over once a week to eat out my pussy and ass. Would you like that, you bitch? Would you like to come over often just to eat Lil' Kim's nasty holes out? Raise your head. Christina, get your face over here for a minute. Like that, yeah. Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue."
Lil' Kim then drooled right onto Christina's tongue as she continued. "Now you can use that on my cunt as well. Get back in your position."
Kim liked to be in charge of her lovers, and Christina liked being a little bit submissive, so this pairing was heaven to the both of them.
Christina kept lapping at every inch of Kim's dripping snatch for minutes, until finally she stopped pleasing the black candy because Kim had cum about 3 times and was almost exhausted. She pulled her fingers from Kim's butt and stuck them in her mouth to suck off the anal grease and decided she liked the taste.
Kim noticed it and raised her legs as Pink did earlier. She gabbed Christina by the back of the head and issued a new order.
"Since, being the nasty white bitch you are, you obviously like the taste of my shit hole, you might as well stick your wet tongue in there and FUCK my asshole with it."
Kim then pulled Christina's face straight against the exposed dark crack of her ass and started humping it against the blonde's face. Christina's smelled the odor of Kim's nether hole and it was enough to whip her up even more. She waited not a second and dragged her saliva coated tongue all the way up between Kim's butt cheeks, from bottom to top. Then she forcefully lapped at Kim's black pucker, poking the tip of her tongue in the dark, wrinkled flesh on the outside. As the tip got in the middle, she felt Kim's sphincter suck at it, enveloping it in the swollen rim as it squeezed. The taste was heaven to Christina, as was the smell. There was something about the smell of ass that somehow just turned her on beyond belief.
And then she slowly but forcefully pressed her tongue inside, feeling it push deeper and deeper in Kim's hot anal cavity. Half of her tongue was inside as she closed her red lips over the pucker on the outside and started to suck on Lil' Kim's asshole. Kim draped her legs over Christina's shoulder and locked her legs behind her back, pulling her face against her crack even tighter.
As Christina was simultaneously tongue fucking and sucking on Lil' Kim butt, she drove the black rapper to two more orgasms, which drenched Christina's face completely in wetness. Lil' Kim would lick Christina's face completely clean and as with Mya and Pink, also swap saliva and taste her own ass on Christina's tongue.
Yeah, she REALLY could get used to having this magnificent white slut eat her out on a regular bases. Of all the men and women that had their tongues on her cunt and ass in the past, Christina was definitely one of the top 5. And Kim had some great male and female lovers in her life, starting from age 14, so that's saying something.
holy shit dude have you seen the new imac and shit? shit's all fucked up looking, fuckin got a flat panel coming out of this fuckin white thing that looks like a cream puff or a dollop of shit or some shit, with a fuckin DVDR and shit, holy fuck
I have set my heart on becoming an alumni of Theta Omicron Sigma Sigma Epsilon Ro Sigma.
learn the goddamn Greek alphabet you lisping poofter. the first letter you're looking for is Tau and not Theta. "Thossers" doesn't make any fucking sense (but you shithead limeys can't spell your way out of a pissed-on paper bag anyway).
you prove that one doesn't need to belong to a gay fraternity to pursue ass-rimming.
What about "Q Sound" and the album by the deceased Michael Hutchence simply called "Q"?
perhaps, you ignorant piece of shit, you mean the late Michael Hutchence's side project entitled "Max Q", which was dedicated to abject homosexuality. i'm actually a gay retard of your caliber doesn't have the cover art etched into his head, kept somewhere next to the memories of "your little secret" between you and Daddy. Hutchence (who of course died by his own belt, a tragic victim of autoerotic asphyxiation) and his randy clan of faggy Australians, INXS, released an album called "X" but not "Q". down with the Gay Spork Nation.
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ralph is that you old boy?
it's nightmares for you tonight, shithead. you got served your balls on a saucer.
i see the extra 20 seconds now affords you the time to put tags around "fp". nice to see you back on top.
as a bitch, do you feel the hours spent buying shoes and frilly clothing cut into your work time?
how about PMS, does that affect your job?
wow, man, as a slashdot user i'd never thought of this angle before.
your comment was insightful and interesting, as well as introducing me to a new viewpoint on the DeCSS debate. i especially like your use of the word "winblows" and plan to use it in conversation from now on. thank you from the bottom of my heart.
oh well, back to snorting PCP.
in any case you appear to have grabbed the sought-after "FIRST DISTENDED ANUS AND SHIT-COVERED DILDO POST" you fucking genius
jesus fucking christ, what are you in 3rd grade? spare us the side order of Fag next time, jizz-diviner
thank you.
"Hi Rev. Phelps, or whoever reads these:
I trapped myself into faggotry when I was 19 years old. While I have to take responsibility for this myself, I can see how our modern American values made it so easy to turn myself into a fag. I can't be the only one who got trapped this way.
In an example of kindness that can kill, society seems to no longer view the sin of sodomy as a sin. Instead, the view now common is that the temptation to commit buggery is an intrinsic immutable personal characteristic, as much as having brown eyes or red hair. Therefore it can't be wrong, so the theory goes.
When I first felt these temptations, I learned not that I was a sinner but that I had 'awakened' to my own sexual identity. I should 'rejoice in this characteristic that makes me the individual I am.' This clever lie not only gave me permission to commit these sins but also indeed put considerable pressure on me to make these acts the mantle of my existence and adopt a life that revolved around the act of buggery. Because after all, to repent and turn from this sin would be 'denying the reality of my identity' and 'only living a lie.'
With the help of an 'understanding' society, I adopted this view. Occasionally I sought help (in the wrong places) for the nagging notion that this was all a horrible, horrible mistake. The apostate clergy of modern psychology told me that my aversion to my 'sexual identity' was wrong, I should let go of my inhibitions and go enjoy the revolving door sex culture of anonymous gay sex.
I reached a depth of despair at my first (and last) 'gay pride' parade. I saw the most revolting attributes of homosexuality flaunted as if they were the hallmark achievements of mankind. Vileness, promiscuity, perversity, and inverted morality (not to mention logic) were all hailed in an orgy of celebration. It was like a bad science fiction horror movie of Hades come to Earth.
As the years passed, it was increasingly more difficult to suppress the growing sense of revulsion I had to those wretched beings with whom I had cast my lot. I left the city every year on the day of the 'gay pride' orgy. I tried to distance myself from the amoral antilogical licentious human garbage that collectively calls itself the 'gay community.'
Currently I still feel the call of this sin, though I no longer act on it. The final chapter of my odyssey of escape from the clever lies of an immutable fag nature is perhaps not yet written. But I pray to God for redemption. I'm not yet sure of the state of my salvation, but if nothing else, I have turned my back on fag sin and all the evil that comes with it.
I used to think you people were evil and crazy and persecuted the righteous. But I am beginning to understand that I have had it exactly backwards."
Testimony 2
"If it's ok with you, I would like you guys to post my story on your site like you did with that other guy. Here is my story below, feel free to correct any spelling. I am not afraid to have my name in there, so feel free to print it.
My name is F**** G*****. I am now 55 and I have AIDS, my reward for a life of faggotry and promiscuity. In my lifetime I have had nearly every venereal disease you could imagine, but none of those could stop me from my life of sin.
I got involved with sodomy at a very young age. My neighbor was an upstanding person in the community. Everyone loved him and his wife. At church he was almost a celebrity. But what I found out that his wife had not, is that he was a faggot, leading a hidden lifestyle. One weekend, my parents thought it would be a good idea for me to go camping with my neighbor while they were out of town. It was a horrible mistake for all of us.
Alone with this pervert in the woods, there was nobody to stop him from exposing me to sodomy and all manners of perversion. Years later, those events damaged my psychological development in high school. I could never maintain a healthy relationship with females. But things got worse in college.
When I was a senior in college, I met a professor that was a faggot. He began telling me that what I was feeling was "normal", and that those who opposed this sort of behavior were neandethals and backward. Soon we were having a relationship. It was then that I had considered myself gay.
What I want people to know at this point is that the gay lifestyle is not some kind of mirror image of the heterosexual lifestyle. It involves multiple partners, anonymous sex, and many perversions. It seemed that I needed to experience more and more perverted activities to be satisfied. Among the ones I could mention here are pedophilia and beastiality.
So I continued in my life of faggotry, never truly happy. I claimed I was proud of it; I marched in parades and chanted the slogans. But inside I knew there was something wrong. From the first time I called myself gay, I had always turned to drugs to take away the pain of my sin. If I ran out of money for drugs, I thought nothing wrong about going to the nearest rest stop or public restroom, and offering my services to strangers. Nothing the gay movement could tell me could make me happy the way the drugs did. They said that the lifestyle was becoming more accepted, that we were going to be accepted by the country as normal. But I knew I was not normal, and I suspected many others know this too.
Still I was involved in the lifesyle until March 24, 1999. I had in and out of doctors' offices for years, diagnosed and treated for ghonorrea, scabies, and lice. I thought I had hit the bottom when diagnosed with herpes in 1995. But on that day in 1999, I learned that I had tested positive for HIV. The worse thing is that with the lifestyle I was leading, I could not tell you who gave me that virus.
The reason why I am writing this, and using my real name, is because I want everyone to know the truth about his lifestyle. I no longer care about what happens to me. I will be dead soon, and my family disowned me long ago. I am ashamed of what I did to them and god. When I was lying in the hospital bed about a month ago, I learned that what I had done for years was a sin.
Now I felt better knowing that I was right to doubt myself back then. I have repented to the Lord and know that while my sins are now washed clean, my duty in my final months on Earth is to warn the world, especially young males, about the danger of homosexuality.
There is NOTHING normal about it. The media tries to portray faggots as being entertaining, funny, and just like everyone else. But that could not be further from the truth. I know because I have been there. Not a day goes by that I don't regret my sins of the past. If just one afflicted person reads this and changes there ways before having to suffer the pain that I have, then I will consider my holy mission accomplished.
-evil_spork
Let's make sure we understand each other. Webster's dictionary defines "faggot" this way: (1) a bundle of sticks, twigs, or small branches of trees, used for fuel or for filling ditches or other purposes in fortification."
According to the dictionary, Faggots are "fuel" for the fire. Because of this root meaning of the word, the English language has always allowed people to reasonably and logically be called faggots if the destiny of those people involved being burned in a fire.
Have you ever said that some people are destined to go to hell if they continue in certain types of behavior?
Then you belong in the Creator's Rights Party.
Why?
The Creator's Rights Party is committed to arresting faggots of all types. (According to the dictionary definition, every person destined for the fires of hell is technically and actually a faggot. This point is increasingly clear as unrepentant sinners of every variety rush to jump into political bed with the homosexual faggots.)
Why must we arrest faggots?
It will give faggots an opportunity to be delivered from their bondage to whatever it is that is moving them to choose behavior that will inevitably cause them to be burned in the fire.
I know this will blow most people's train of thought off the track but it is nonetheless true that Arresting faggots is an act of love, a ministry that was historically understood to be a very high calling from God. The fact that the great majority of citizens in the United States of America has forgotten this calling (if the feedback we get from this article is indicative of national trends, this statement includes Christians as well as infidels) in no way diminishes the responsibility of those who are truly God's people to respond to that calling.
If you call yourself a person of God and refuse to help arrest faggots, you belie yourself and prove you do not belong to the God who is committed to burning faggots.
If you refuse to help arrest faggots, you really should expect to be left behind when God comes to collect His people.
Even if you refuse to help arrest the faggots, God's people will do it anyway.
Because of His great love for all people, God will move His true people to help arrest faggots so faggots will be sure to have the opportunity to repent of their sin. In this way, if they refuse to repent, on Judgement Day there will no voice be raised in accusation against God: everyone will know they were given the opportunity to know the Truth and repent.
How can you help arrest faggots?
How did you help the present regime stand by as God's authority was rescinded by the government of the USA? You supported political parties, right? Well, you help arrest the desecration the same way. Except you support a party actually committed to arresting the desecration.
At this moment in history, in the United States of America, you only have one political party committed to arresting all categories of faggots: The Creator's Rights Party.
If you still are not clear about why homosexual faggots must be arrested, go here to hear about their queer agenda.
Won't you help the Creator's Rights Party arrest the faggots?
The many people who have wondered about "actress" Jane Fonda "Is she still as big a fucking asshole as she always was?" were heartened today to learn that, yes, Jane Fonda is still as big a fucking asshole as she always was, when former "actress," or whatever, Jane Fonda, announced that, yes, she's still as big a fucking asshole as she always was. And always will be.
Fonda also announced her divorce from longtime "husband," of a couplea years, Ted Turner, on the grounds of his holding her back from being an even bigger utter fucking asshole than she's always been by sometimes not always being at least as big an utter fucking asshole as he was when she met him.
Fonda, however, stopped short of accusing Turner of having deceived her and the American people by not actually being as big an utter fucking asshole as he claims to be, and settled for calling him a pathetic loser who'd never be even as big an utter fucking asshole as her little pinkie.
"DDo^`ng ti'nh luye^'n a'i" is a literal translation via Chinese of that modern neologism "homosexuality" which dates back to but 1869. It's entry date into the Vietnamese language isn't very clear to me, but I suspect fairly late by comparison: it did NOT appear in DDa`o Duy Anh's Ha'n Vie^.t Tu+. DDie^?n of 1931, but did appear in his Pha'p Vie^.t Tu+. DDie^?n of 1936, and might have limited currency in the journalistic vocabulary of the 1930s. I haven't been able to find any earlier appearance/usage of this word prior to the 1930s. I believe that this word only came into greater vogue/currency with the explosive introduction of Western psychology (not so much the Freudianism which had come in the 1920s, but the pop/family kind which became greatly popular in the 1940s onward) and sexology: especially the boom in sex education/hygiene primers/manuals in the 1950s/60s. This term is distinctively "clinical" in flavor: and it seemed to have limited currency in criminal records, since the practice was not criminalized in Vietnam, or at least never quite so explicitly, until quite late (if at all: a friend of mine who's a journalist in Vietnam and who had written a few features on the subject did tell me, though without concrete documentary evidence, that there are officially laws against it in Communist Vietnam, but I can't tell for sure until I can find documentary evidence in my hand to prove it one way or the other).
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"A'i nam a'i nu+~" (or "a' nam a' nu+~") is probably the closest descriptive approximation to what is meant ontologically (and perhaps even behavorially if one takes "a'i" as a verb -- but then the total meaning of the term is rather misleading/misguided since it'll be closer to what's understood in English as "bisexual" behavior). The earliest usage of this term that I can find so far is the 1940s. Another variation on this term, which is more common in biological/medical vocabulary, is "ba'n nam ba'n nu+~", which, like the others, means literally "part/half man and part/half woman".
"Bo'ng la.i ca'i" is obviously an underground slang. I suspect that it's associated with cult practices of "ddo^`ng bo'ng". There are many conflicting semantic and cultural exegeses on the various (high-charged) terms: "bo'ng", "la.i" and "ca'i" (as well as "ddo^`ng bo'ng" and "ddo^`ng co^ bo'ng ca^.u", "con ba` co^", though probably NOT "co^ ho^`n ca'c dda(?ng" as usually understood, etc.) This term, if it's associated at all with quasi-shamanistic/spirit-cult practices ("ddo^`ng bo'ng", "vi'a co^'t" etc.) then its flavor is distinctly more ontological, even though it can also have a behavorial dimension in the figurative sense that is used for homosexuals/hermaphrodites and other sexually ambiguous/queer categories of people. I am unable to date this term (and its host of derivatives/correlates), even though it surely predates the 1960s. "Bo'ng" and "la.i ca'i" are the most common abbreviated correlates of this term (even though "la.i ca'i" very often stands on its own with regards to gay male, given its literal meaning of "contaminated with the feminine" -- but then can be used as a byword for "effeminacy" which isn't exclusive or even characteristic of gay males at all, as we all know!
"Pe^ dde^" ("pe'de'", short for the French "pe'deraste" whose English counterpart is the Latinate cognate "pederast") is probably the most common modern/contemporary (post 1950s/60s?) byword for a gay person in Vietnam. It's probably urban in origin/scope and can probably be dated to the French usage of the word (albeit much less commonly than the pervasive "inverti" which doesn't seem to have a literal correlate in Vietnamese: its English correlate is the less commonly used "invert").
"Ke^ gian" is a much more ancient term, borrowed from Chinese (and dating back quite a few centuries), which is mostly used to depict the anal kind of "sodomy". It's a description of the act, and not so much a person. Needless to say, it was included in earlier Sino- Vietnamese dictionaries (the earliest instance of which I have been able to date to 1898). But then, as is made clear in both the Chinese and Vietnamese context, "ke^ gian" can often mean a generic term for the tabooed kind of "anal intercourse" and not limited to same-sex practice. (And in medieval Europe the term had been used broadly to encompass all sexual deviancy, including bestiality, so there!) -- Vinh N.
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everything is going according to plan
GAK is the name of a mixture that can be easily made at home and will give any condom-based method a more realistic feel. It's not too expensive. It's a little too technical for me, but I've heard that if you wanna get really fancy, gak is the ideal filler for your home-made silicone dick - thought I've no idea how you'd make a dick from silicone.
Still, here's the recipe, as posted on the MtMInFo list
Items needed:
2 containers
1 measuring instrument (ML)
Hot water
1 Stirring stick
1 Large container Elmer's glue (white)
1 box Borax Booster Soap
Tap water
1 pen/marker
Directions:
Label both containers: One "A" and the other "B" on the side.
Measure out 30 ML of tap water and pour into container "A"
Measure out 30 ML of Elmer's glue and pour into cup "A".
Stir thoroughly, about 1 minute. Set aside
Measure out 240 ML of hot water and pour into container "B"
Measure out 16 ML of Borax and pur into cup "B".
Stir thoroughly until totally disolved. Set aside for 2 minutes.
Measure out 30 ML of the dissolved solution in container "B".
Pour this measurement into container "A".
IMMEDIATELY start stirring. Stir until it coagulates (turns into a blob).
With the remaining contents of container "B" - measure out additional contents of "A" mixture and make additional gak or throw remaining contents of "B" out.
Note: for those who (like me) hadn't heard of 'Elmer's glue' - it's that nasty white glue stuff we used to use as kids. You used to be able to get it all over your hands, let it dry, and pull it off as if it was a second skin. That's the best description I can do!
Anal sex is not something that is experienced exclusively by gay men; it is a facet of our collective sexual identity which has been explored by previous cultures and continues to be explored today. Men and women of all walks of life enjoy anal sex as an alternative to everyday lovemaking. Its not for everyone, but anal sex may be what you're looking for if you want to try something completely different.
Why do people enjoy anal sex?
Anal sex is enjoyable because of the rich body of nerve endings in the anus. While people often experience pain when first attempting anal sex, as a person learns to relax, the pain often subsides into pleasure. For men, anal sex also offers stimulation to the prostate, an organ that provides the rush of pleasure during orgasm. Anal sex for many seems like a taboo activity, and much of society still shuns it. But statistics show that roughly 35% of heterosexuals and 50% of the gay community practice anal sex at least occasionally.
How can I make anal sex safer?
Anal sex can be a perfectly safe activity as long as you take the necessary precautions. You should remember that your anus and rectum do not have their own natural lubrication nor the kind of elasticity the mouth and vagina enjoy. That is why anal sex must be practiced with care. There are three things that should always be used whenever anal penetration is taking place; lubrication, condoms and common sense. Liberal amounts of lubrication are necessary because the rectal wall can be quite sticky and is subject to tearing and lesions if not kept lubricated. In addition, the anus and rectum are narrow, so lubrication is needed to press inside smoothly. Condoms are another necessity. Enemas, douches and other cleaners will not be able to get all the germs and bacteria out of the rectum. Not only is anal sex facilitate the transmission of STDs better than any other form of sex, it can also cause urinary tract infections and other bacterial diseases. Latex protection is essential, and can offer additional slickness. Finally, use your common sense. The rectal wall curves and is thin so long, hard objects can tear your insides. Don't wear any jewelry on your hands, and cut your fingernails if you are going to put your finger in someone's anus. Most importantly, respect your body. Don't push the limits and go only as far as you feel comfortable.
How can I enjoy anal sex?
Tips for beginners
To prepare yourself for anal sex, the first thing to do is learn to relax. This may include a hot bath beforehand, an erotic massage or even just a good workout. Remember that the sphincter muscles around the anus will not allow things to pass through easily unless you relax and take it slow. Do not start with something the size of a dildo or penis. Your sphincter may be reluctant enough to start with your partner's finger. One partner should lubricate or place a lubricated condom over his or her finger. Take the finger and arouse the surface of the anus, perhaps making small circular motions as you go. Always pay attention to your partner to indicate whether or not he or she feels comfortable. Slowly attempt to push your finger slightly inside the anus. Do not force your hand - stop if your partner complains of discomfort. If it is difficult to enter the anus, you probably need more lubrication. The first time you try this, the receiver may feel a bit of pain. Anal sex is not for everyone, and if you feel uncomfortable stop and perhaps try again later. Think of this process as training for later anal encounters. Even a finger can provide intense stimulation when it is inserted in the anus.
Once you have tried penetration with a finger a number of times then you can move towards something that is a bit larger. First you have to decide on what type of anal stimulation that you enjoy. Do you enjoy the movement of a finger, and the feeling of entry and withdrawal? If this is the case then you may wish to proceed by being penetrated with your partner's penis or by using an anal toy. For those who enjoy the feeling of penetration more than motion or vibration, try butt plugs which are designed specifically for this purpose. A butt plug sits inside the anus, and is not generally used for thrusting back and forth.
Positions to try
The best positions for anal sex depend largely on what stage you and your partner are at in your experiences. Rear entry or the "doggie style" position is the one position most people associate with anal sex. However, rear entry allows a penis or anal toy to penetrate most deeply, and may not be the best choice for the beginner. A good starting position is the "spoons" position, with each partner laying on his or her side, one behind the other. This prevents the penetrating partner from going too fast, and allows complete control over penetration. It also brings you closer to your partner, making it easier to judge his or her reactions to what you're doing.
Another position for anal sex is a variation of the missionary position. The receiving partner lays on his or her back while the penetrating partner approaches from on top. The penetrating partner lifts up the calves or shins of the receiver, exposing the anus. This can be an especially intimate position, with both partners facing each other. The 'top' partner can masturbate the other and is open to massage and cuddling as well.
Finally, rear entry offers another possibility for anal penetration. This position allows the penetration to be the deepest, and permits the receiver to better open the anus for entry. Rear entry doesn't offer the kind of intimacy or ease of communication that the other positions do, but for more advanced lovers, can offer the greatest amount of thrusting and penetration.
There are many more positions and techniques to try. Many people discover new and exciting positions through experimentation, and most people find the one that best suits them. Good communication is the key to such discovery, and a manual or video can help as well.
1. Decapitate enemy. If no enemy is present, one may substitute a sloth, as they were once human. It helps to cut as close as possible to the base of the neck.
2. Carrying the new trophy, flee to a river.
3. Make a long, vertical incision from the base of the neck to the crown of the head.
4. Carefully and slowly peel off the skin of the head, using a sharp knife to separate the skin of face from the facial bones. Cast the skull and brains into a river as a sacrifice to the Anaconda Spirit.
5. Turn skin inside-out and carefully scrape off all fatty tissue.
6. Tie a rope through the top of the head-skin. Immerse the skin into a pot of boiling water for up to two hours. Take care not to over-boil, as this will cause the victim's hair to fall out. Allow to cool.
7. Thread a flexible vine around the base of the neck to give it shape. Sew shut the incision and eyelids. Fix lips together with three bamboo pegs.
8. Heat several pebbles in a fire. Insert the hot stones into the neck-hole. Whirl head around by its hair to keep the stones from burning the flesh. This will cause the flesh to shrink.
9. Repeat above step with progressively smaller stones, using heated sand when stones will no longer fit through the neck-hole. Take care to re-mold the face into its original shape each time, so the enemy's features do not become distorted. This process will take approximately 20 hours, and is usually performed in one's home village.
10. Singe off the fine facial hairs.
11. Blacken the victim's face with charcoal, so the deceased's spirit cannot haunt and torment the living.
12. Hang shrunken head in the smoke of a fire to dry and cure.
13. After cooling, rub your trophy to make it shine.
so the journal features in Slashcode 2.2 seem pretty stable, and now there's all this friends-and-foes crap that's been enabled. when's this place going to become as unusably homosexual as GayJournal?
surely Slashdot (l)users would love nothing more than to be able to spend all fucking day reading about the blisteringly faggy details of other dorks' lives AND get all the poorly-worded pro-GNU drivel they crave, all on the same site. and with the miracle of moderation, users could improve each others' self-esteem by applying "+1, You Go Girl!" and "+1, You're a Beautiful Person!" where needed. Slashdot could become an all-encompassing support group and media company, in much the same way the Oxygen network is for overweight, shrill, unloved housewife bitches.
CmdrTaco isn't pushing this hard enough. this could get him more money than fluffing ever would.
In the laid back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob'ly knew her well.
She'd been stoned fifteen of her eighteen years and the story was widely told
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll.
Her legend finally reached New York, that Grove Street walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin' fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says, "Hell, I can roll `em faster, Jim, than any chick can smoke!"
So a note gets sent to San Rafael, "For the Championship of the World
The Kid demands a smoke off!" "Well, bring him on!" says Pearl,
"I'll grind his fingers off his hands, he'll roll until he drops!"
Says Calistog, "I'll smoke that twist till she blows up and pops!"
So they rent out Yankee Stadium and the word is quickly spread
"Come one, come all, who walk or crawl, price - just two lids a head
And from every town and hamlet, over land and sea they speed
The world's greatest dopers, with the Worlds greatest weed
Hashishers from Morocco, hemp smokers from Peru
And the Shamnicks from Bagun who puff the deadly Pugaroo
And those who call it Light of Life and those that call it boo.
See the dealers and their ladies wearing turquoise, lace, and leather
See the narcos and the closet smokers puffin' all together
From the teenies who smoke legal to the ones who've done some time
To the old man who smoked "reefer" back before it was a crime
And the grand old house that Ruth built is filled with the smoke and cries
Of fifty thousand screaming heads all stoned out of their minds.
And they play the national anthem and the crowd lets out a roar
As the spotlight hits The Kid and Pearl, ready for their smokin' war
At a table piled up high with grass, as high as a mountain peak
Just tops and buds of the rarest flowers, not one stem, branch or seed.
Maui Wowie, Panama Red and Acapulco Gold.
Kif from East Afghanistan and rare Alaskan Cold.
Sticks from Thailand, Ganja from the Islands, and Bangkok's Bloomin' Best.
And some of that wet imported shit that capsized off Key West.
Oaxacan tops and Kenya Bhang and Riviera Fleurs.
And that rare Manhatten Silver that grows down in the New York sewers.
And there's bubblin' ice cold lemonade and sweet grapes by the bunches.
And there's Hershey's bars, and Oreos, `case anybody gets the munchies.
And the Calistoga Kid, he sneers, and Pearley, she just grins.
And the drums roll low and the crowd yells "GO!" and the world's first Smoke Off begins.
Kid flicks his magic fingers once and ZAP! that first joint's rolled.
Pearl takes one drag with her mighty lungs and WOOSH! that roach is cold.
Then The Kid he rolls his Super Bomb that'd paralyze a moose.
And Pearley takes one super hit and SLURP! that bomb' defused.
Then he rolls three in just ten seconds and she smokes 'em up in nine,
And everybody sits back and says, "This just might take some time."
See the blur of flyin' fingers, see the red coal burnin' bright
As the night turns into mornin' and the mornin' fades to night
And the autumn turns to summer and a whole damn year is gone
But the two still sit on that roach-filled stage, smokin' and rollin' on
With tremblin' hands he rolls his jays with fingers blue and stiff
She coughs and stares with bloodshot gaze, and puffs through blistered lips.
And as she reaches out her hand for another stick of gold
The Kid he gasps, "Goddamn it, bitch, there's nothin' left to roll!"
"Nothin' left to roll?", screams Pearl, "Is this some twisted joke?"
"I didn't come here to fuck around, man, I come here to SMOKE!"
And she reaches 'cross the table And grabs his bony sleeves
And she crumbles his body between her hands like dried and brittle leaves
Flickin' out his teeth and bones like useless stems and seeds
And then she rolls him in a Zig Zag and lights him like a roach.
And the fastest man with the fastest hands goes up in a puff of smoke.
In the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lives a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob'ly know her well.
She's been stoned twenty-one of her twenty-four years, and the story's widely told.
How she still can smoke them faster than anyone can roll
While off in New York City on a street that has no name.
There's the hands of the Calistoga Kid in the Viper Hall of Fame
And underneath his fingers there's a little golden scroll
That says, Beware of Bein' the Roller When There's Nothin' Left to Roll.
On your knees cunt
Ill kick you in the face
Do what I fucking say
Or Im gonna slash your face
You're a worthless two-faced cunt
With your nose in the air
Ill break your fucking nose
And shit all over you
Sit on my face bitch, till I get off
And be my fucking whore
When Im done I'll piss in your mouth
Said be my fucking whore
Sit on face cunt till I get off
When Im done I light a cigarette
And piss in your mouth
And then I'll kick you the fuck out
You little piece of worthless shit
You're nothing to me
Just get down and suck it
Suck it
Suck it
Be my fucking whore
Get down and
Be my fucking whore
Be my fucking whore
Be my fucking whore
Be my fucking whore
--not The Lyrics Guy
..."Oh Christ. That's it. Tongue fuck my cunt like that. Jesus, Mya. Keep it up and I'm gonna cum all over your fucking face," Pink yelled aloud as R&B singer Mya was wetly lapping at the pink flesh between Pink's spread cuntlips. Mya's soft, pink tongue slid between Pink's folds from bottom to top and back, lapping up all juice that was appearing there. The tip of her tongue flicked quickly at Pink's swollen clit, making her scream, then Mya's tongue lowered again, slipping between her pussy lips, until finally it was licking at Pink's brown wrinkled asshole.
Pink felt the gorgeous black girl's tongue wetting her twitching pucker and loosened up her sphincter, causing her asshole to "open up" like a flower. Mya obviously took this as a sign and drilled her tongue deep into Pink's butt. As she stared over Pink's pussy and tits into her eyes, she slowly tongue fucked her ass, enjoying the musky, steamy taste and smell. Pink on the other hand felt her backdoor being invaded by the softest, wettest tongue and this was enough for her body to start spasming hard. She wasn't cumming, but she didn't know if she could hold out much longer. She pulled her knees up further until they squashed her tits. She spread her legs as wide as humanly possible, and tried to relax her sphincter even more.
As her female syrup was oozing from her cunt downwards to Mya's grinding tongue, Mya was almost able to get her whole tongue into Pink's shitter, and fucked it in and out, accompanied by lewd squishy sounds when entering, and a nasty plopping sound when retreating. The mix of her saliva and Pink pussy juices were great (tasting) lubrication for the hot and horny lesbian rimming.
A good ass rimming is Mya's greatest sexual talent, as her male and female lovers have claimed in the past. Pink was just the latest in a long line of "victims" to experience this. Bobbing her head, Mya kept tongue fucking Pink's ass until the white singer couldn't hold back anymore. Loudly screaming, and with hips shaking she felt all muscles in her pussy and ass clenching tightly, thus forcing Mya's tongue out. She started squirting torrents of warm juices straight into the black singer's face, whom held out her tongue to catch the delicious fluids as good as possible.
"AAAAAAHHHH...I'M CUMMINGGGGGGGG!! SUCK MY CUNT...SUCK MY ASSSSS...DRINK MY CUMMM...MYA, YOU FUCKING CUNT, YOU FUCKING SLUT, YOU MAKE ME CUM SO FUCKING GOOD..."
Finally, after Pink's loud and vulgar words died down, as did the convulsions in her lower body, and Mya had swallowed all of the liquids that spurted from Pink's flowery hole and were caught on her tongue, Mya crawled slowly on top of Pink, licking over her belly and tits along the way, and met her new good friend breath to breath, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue. Looking each other deep in the eyes, searching each other's souls, they swapped saliva lusciously and deliciously, drinking each other in yet another way. Pink could taste not only Mya's spit, but also her own secretions on her tongue, and was proud once again about how her own cunt tastes.
"It's your turn, you delicious cunt," Pink whispered as she smiled at Mya. "Get on your back and open up for mommy. Your ass belongs to me"...
Meanwhile, a couple of metres away from them, there was another tongue sliding in and out of a sopping wet, fragrant cunt, as Christina Aguilera had her mouth, and most of her face plastered between Lil' Kim's thick cunt lips. Her face was shining in the light, courtesy of Kim's juices, and as Christina had her tongue deep in Kim's fuckhole, her lips were closed over the opening and were loudly sucking, slurping even at it. As she felt the black rapper squeeze her pussy around her tongue, she sucked spoons full of juices from her cunt. The warm fluids were dripping from her black hairy box down into the sweaty crack of her ass.
Kim had a glazed look in her eyes, leaning back on one elbow, one hand on the back of Christina's head, pulling her face deeper into her muff as she wildly humped and ground her crotch in the blonde's face. The tongue in her cunt was driving her nuts, even though she had about a million cuntlickings in her life by now, or so it seemed. Christina was obviously a very talented slitsucker, or had a damn lot more experience than she had ever admitted. And that was just the mouth on her snatch. The two fingers in her asshole were another factor. Christina was finger fucking Lil' Kim's black swollen asshole like a pro. She pulled them back 'till only the fingertips were in, only to slide them back in to the knuckles.
"Yeah, that's it, Christina. You really are a talented slut. I could get used to having a white cunt and butt slut like you. Maybe I could have you come over once a week to eat out my pussy and ass. Would you like that, you bitch? Would you like to come over often just to eat Lil' Kim's nasty holes out? Raise your head. Christina, get your face over here for a minute. Like that, yeah. Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue."
Lil' Kim then drooled right onto Christina's tongue as she continued. "Now you can use that on my cunt as well. Get back in your position."
Kim liked to be in charge of her lovers, and Christina liked being a little bit submissive, so this pairing was heaven to the both of them.
Christina kept lapping at every inch of Kim's dripping snatch for minutes, until finally she stopped pleasing the black candy because Kim had cum about 3 times and was almost exhausted. She pulled her fingers from Kim's butt and stuck them in her mouth to suck off the anal grease and decided she liked the taste.
Kim noticed it and raised her legs as Pink did earlier. She gabbed Christina by the back of the head and issued a new order.
"Since, being the nasty white bitch you are, you obviously like the taste of my shit hole, you might as well stick your wet tongue in there and FUCK my asshole with it."
Kim then pulled Christina's face straight against the exposed dark crack of her ass and started humping it against the blonde's face. Christina's smelled the odor of Kim's nether hole and it was enough to whip her up even more. She waited not a second and dragged her saliva coated tongue all the way up between Kim's butt cheeks, from bottom to top. Then she forcefully lapped at Kim's black pucker, poking the tip of her tongue in the dark, wrinkled flesh on the outside. As the tip got in the middle, she felt Kim's sphincter suck at it, enveloping it in the swollen rim as it squeezed. The taste was heaven to Christina, as was the smell. There was something about the smell of ass that somehow just turned her on beyond belief.
And then she slowly but forcefully pressed her tongue inside, feeling it push deeper and deeper in Kim's hot anal cavity. Half of her tongue was inside as she closed her red lips over the pucker on the outside and started to suck on Lil' Kim's asshole. Kim draped her legs over Christina's shoulder and locked her legs behind her back, pulling her face against her crack even tighter.
As Christina was simultaneously tongue fucking and sucking on Lil' Kim butt, she drove the black rapper to two more orgasms, which drenched Christina's face completely in wetness. Lil' Kim would lick Christina's face completely clean and as with Mya and Pink, also swap saliva and taste her own ass on Christina's tongue.
Yeah, she REALLY could get used to having this magnificent white slut eat her out on a regular bases. Of all the men and women that had their tongues on her cunt and ass in the past, Christina was definitely one of the top 5. And Kim had some great male and female lovers in her life, starting from age 14, so that's saying something.
holy shit dude have you seen the new imac and shit? shit's all fucked up looking, fuckin got a flat panel coming out of this fuckin white thing that looks like a cream puff or a dollop of shit or some shit, with a fuckin DVDR and shit, holy fuck
"Excellent!!"
"Execute them!"
"Bogus!!"
(KB1.... Boston?)
learn the goddamn Greek alphabet you lisping poofter. the first letter you're looking for is Tau and not Theta. "Thossers" doesn't make any fucking sense (but you shithead limeys can't spell your way out of a pissed-on paper bag anyway).
you prove that one doesn't need to belong to a gay fraternity to pursue ass-rimming.
am i fucking unbanned yet? i'll show this fucking place what "bad posting" means...
What about "Q Sound" and the album by the deceased Michael Hutchence simply called "Q"?
perhaps, you ignorant piece of shit, you mean the late Michael Hutchence's side project entitled "Max Q", which was dedicated to abject homosexuality. i'm actually a gay retard of your caliber doesn't have the cover art etched into his head, kept somewhere next to the memories of "your little secret" between you and Daddy. Hutchence (who of course died by his own belt, a tragic victim of autoerotic asphyxiation) and his randy clan of faggy Australians, INXS, released an album called "X" but not "Q". down with the Gay Spork Nation.