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obama speech

Sigh, just kidding. It was so long and so frustrating for me that I quit. It’s not even worth doing. A shit ton of promises that all sound great but no explanation as to how it will all happen. I’m not even sure I give a fuck any more. Oh and all politicians pretty much suck and just try to fuck us and the other side. It’s called the endless campaign. They all do it and until it stops we are all screwed. It is the only thing that Scott McClellan got right in his book What Happened: Inside the Bush White House and Washington’s Culture of Deception. which is a horribly slow and boring book I dont actually suggest it. Maybe on tape to fall asleep to.
Oh well, thats the gist of it so bugger off if you don’t like it.

I’m reading: WOW I’ve got to Tweet this!

radical truth-telling can heal the world.

well, i’ve been putting off starting this for a variety of reasons, waiting for a specific moment of clarity, i guess~ for certain things to be “settled” in a way. 

i could be waiting for this forever! 

so i’ve decided that the most important thing is to just start SOMEWHERE- action over perfection- and things will unfold and evolve as they are meant to…

so here goes:

THIS BLOG IS GOING TO BE BRUTALLY HONEST- sometimes thrillingly so, sometimes painfully so. i suppose it all depends on your perspective…

about 6 months ago, i reached a crisis point where it became painfully clear that huge, transformative changes were in order- that without them, i literally would not survive.

many things in my life had come to a head in such a way that i could no longer compartmentalize or repress the various parts of my Self to please others, or to try to avoid their discomfort.

i realized how many of my life decisions had been made with other people foremost in mind, rather then myself, and that this had been a major contributing factor to my decades of severe chronic pain, and more recent years of disability. this dysfunctional pattern reached a point where it nearly killed me. my choice was either to undertake an epic change, or to perish. (i’m sure that sounds terribly melodramatic & self-important, but oh well.) these last few years were literally a living hell of near-continuous physical & emotional torture. i guess it had to get that bad for me to finally really make a change…

of course there is a very long story there, but for now it will suffice to say that in mid-march, 2009, i made a vow to finally live my life for me, to stop compromising what i knew to be true for me, to take action on long-held secret dreams. (despite the apparent limitations of my physical body, my finances, and my all-but-non-existent support system.)

i had to believe that if i set foot on my true path, finally doing what was right FOR ME, that the universe would line up in support of that- that previously invisible doorways would open, that true friends/ love/ community would appear, that pain and other limitations would fall away, replaced by pleasure, joy, and fullfillment.

sounds ridiculous, no?

well, IT HAS BEEN WORKING.

IS WORKING.

my very first action, first step on that path -back on march 17th- was to start taking TESTOSTERONE.

not to “become a man”, but to finally embody my full freaky self- to attempt to have my outside match my inside- which has always been ‘both’ and ‘neither’- something far beyond the binary gender system.

(i’ll get more deeply into this in another post. this is just intended to be an intro, of sorts.)

so, in this blog i’ll be exploring all of the seemingly-disparate, but no-longer-separate parts of my Self and life~

originally i had thought about doing several *separate* blogs on topics ranging from invisible disability & disability awareness, to self-healing & healing others, to urban nomadic living, to XXX perverted queer sex & BDSM, to subverting/ dissolving the binary gender system and all other destructive dominant paradigms, to intersex activism, to creating intergenerational community & communities of care, and so much more…

instead, all of these topics and many more will all co-exist & mingle, in no-doubt strange and unusual (and hopefully exciting & mind-opening) ways.

no more false compartmentalization, no more repressive self-editing. if you’re gonna know me, you’re gonna know all of me. 

so, wanna dive in?

9.25.9 - Friday Night Blues

I can’t say that I behaved myself Friday night at Red River. I only danced with Aldine, the cowboy from the week before who I ran out on after getting him all worked up. While driving to the club I was so nervous. Daisy had chosen the outfit: my new pair of Levis that hug my curves like a second skin, my custom belt buckle, ropers, and a tiny tight white spaghetti strap tank. My long blonde hair was full with volume and slightly curly from being in a braid all day. I looked incredible. The butterflies donned flaming wings that night as I walked through the doors. I could feel eyes on me as I approached the bar and waited several minutes for a single beer. The line for the bar was 4 deep, the chicks infront of me ordering several fruity mixed drinks. When I ordered a single bud light I believe I saw the waitress sigh with relief. I was going to just walk for a bit as the djs were on their raunchy and classic songs binge. After pushing my way through the lines of the bar I stopped to tuck the change back into my pockets. When I looked up I saw Aldine grinning at me. I felt myself blushing, the heat rising to the my cheeks. Daisy crooned as I looked over him. He was built thick and lean at the same time, taller than me with huge arms. When he waved I remembered how great those hands felt on my hips and crawling across my stomach. I made my way toward him and he quickly extended an arm, lacing it around my shoulders. After a while the slower songs started to play and we danced to almost each one. He taught me how to waltz, leading me quickly over the floor and spinning me around, catching me by the hips to guide me back toward him. His kisses were tender and heated, his fingers snaking through my hair and pulling my head to the side to plant a trail of kisses along my throat. My song came on, “Friday Night Blues”, and I sang along as he lead me over the dance floor. I was in heaven. The raunchy songs began to play again and I earned several whistles and cheers from his friends as I dropped low, grinding against his thigh. He pulled me back up against him, almost off my feet, and covered my mouth with his. I was dizzy, drunk from his eager tongue, his fingertips searing hot as they crept across my flesh. “Texas Angel” by Honey Browne came over the speakers and all the lovers gathered onto the floor. Aldine took the beer out of my hand and put it down then led me out onto the dance floor. He serenaded me as he held me close to him, pulling me dangerously close, “Smile for me my Texas Angel…It’ll be alright…” I tried hard not to stumble over his feet as he pressed me against his chest, our cheeks brushing. After a while I closed my eyes and relaxed, allowing his body to lead me. The room was spinning. When the song ended another slow two step started and this time he was merciful enough to hold me away from him, leaving Daisy hungry for the warmth of his body. He asked me if I had any kids, when I shook my head he confessed that he had three. The oldest being 16. He’s 35, not married, but married before for 13 years. ”Are you disappointed?” I was confused…why was he asking?…I told him, with a sincere smile, that No…I wasn’t disappointed. When the song ended I told him I had better go…but I wanted him to walk me out if that was okay. He took my hand and led me out. As soon as we left the raucous of the club I turned to him, “I’m sorry…I have a boyfriend but I just,” and he wouldn’t let me finish. He took my arms and turned me to him, “You want to him fun.” I laughed and nodded, feeling tears press against my eyes. He told me he also had a girlfriend.  She was younger than me at 21. I smiled as he continued to explain, “I was married before. I don’t want to be married again. I don’t want to be tied down. But when I meet someone like you, I can’t help but want something more…You blow my mind, girl.” With my breath catching in my throat, I told him that I had come tonight because I hoped he’d be here. When we reached my truck  we began kissing, softly at first then in time the kisses became more eager. He pressed me against the truck as his restless hands traveled over my sleek frame. In no time we were in the truck, I don’t remember climbing in. We clawed at each other in the back seat and I peeled my jeans off and laid across the seat with my legs tangled around his thighs, only my panties, bra and tank on. I heard him mutter something about sexy and unbelievable as he fought to pull his pants down. It all happened too fast, yet time crawled. He pulled my panties off and threw them. As he pressed himself into me I could feel just how hard and large he was. It felt incredible as he moved inside me. Daisy was screaming in ecstacy as our bodies rocked together. My hands flew out to try and grab onto something, pressing against the window to keep from bucking against the door. After several wonderful minutes he pulled my shirt up and came across my stomach. I couldn’t believe how wonderful I felt. We wrestled for several more minutes, kissing and grabbing each other. It seemed to take a lifetime to find all my clothes, my panties in particular. When we crawled out of the truck we were kissing again. He was laughing against my throat, “Girl, I’ve never done that before. You’re crazy, sweetheart! You’re crazy and I love it!” his words rolled off his lips, soaked in that sexy southern drawl. “Please tell me there’ll be a next time…I have to see you again.” I nodded, telling him that if not this next Friday, then the next, but there would definately be a next time. With a grin he locked me in his arms, “And we’ll go someplace more comfortable…I’m going to take my time with you…I’ll fuck you all night. God, you’re crazy!”

We kissed once more and he left me yelling after him, “Be a good boy!” he laughed, looking back as I added, “Just kidding…be as bad as you want.”

The drive home was wonderful. I was in a state of bliss. My dreams that night were flooded with his face, his skin, his body on top of mine.

Vivid DVD - Jenna Jameson Is The Masseuse

Jim (Justin Sterling) is a very lonely guy who becomes rather obsessed with his masseuse, Barbara (Jenna Jameson). He doesn’t normally get a lot of attention from women, or at least he shies away from them, but when Barbara gives him some attention, and a little extra, for pay of course, Jim can’t get enough of her. Feeling bad for him, and what seemed to be, enjoying his total lust for her, Barbara meets Jim weekly after work to play…for pay. Jim starts to fall in love with Barbara…Will she fall in love with him as well? I don’t want to tell and ruin it for you. You have to watch the movie to find out.

Starring: Jenna Jameson, Savanna Samson, Wendy Divine, Justin Sterling and Evan Stone

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La evolución del vello púbico

De todos es sabido que en esto del vello púbico también entran en juego las modas. Primero se llevaba tenerlo peludito, después depilado, recortado… hasta llegar a dejarlo calvito cual niña pequeña, que es lo que se lleva ahora mismo. Al menos dentro de la industria del porno que es la que tiene más voz en cuestión de pelos en los genitales. Eso si, cada una en su casa que haga lo que le plazca con la cuchilla/cera que porque a los hombres les guste de tal o cual manera no nos vamos a complicar la vida ¿o si?

Preacher Boi: Mouf Piece of Da City

Word from Universal Artists’ insiders report that Preacher Boi aka Pain aka Mouf Piece of Da City has captured the eye of heavyweights throughout EMI. One half of Dem Hard Headz, Preacher Boi is said to be savvy and high in intellect, as well thoroughly versed in the game. Negotiating on 2 fronts, Joe Stern-McGovern is currently pushing his chess piece to markets throughout East Asia and Europe in an effort to further stimulate movement in the North American market. With Preacher Boi’s future said to come pure as platinum, Hollywood insiders all have an ear to the ground in anticipation of one of the Dirty South’s premier acts to have emerged in the last several years. Look for future activity throughout Atlanta as Preacher Boi and his blood Brother, DO aka The Deacon work their way throughout the circuit at the forefront and beneath the underground in a bid to elevate their compadres, FAM Boy$ of the Black Flock Gang, into a dimension so high it will make even the hardest naysayer’s nose bleed. Photo courtesy of Shaka Productions, Birmingham, Alabama.

Preacher Boi: From Bham to ATL & Back

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Despues de unos dias sin hacer uploads nuevos por razones de planificacion, el sitio vuelve con nueva apariencia y logicamente que con nuevas descargas para todos aquellos amantes del hentai. Antes de anunciar  lo que se tiene en mente  para este blog es importante dar a conocer el resultado de la ultima encuesta del blog que hacia referencia al crecimiento del sitio.

La pregunta era si les gustaba el blog, pues bien, la mayoria de los visitantes opinaron que el blog es excelente, muchas gracias a todos los usuarios que votaron.

El punto es que tendran que votar otra vez!  Para que? Bueno, la siguiente encuesta se hace para ver que es lo que les gustaria ver en este blog. El staff de conejita hentai ha incrementado ya que antes el responsable del blog era yo y solo yo (Haruhi fan), ahora es diferente todo gracias al exito que hemos logrado gracias a ustedes. En la encuesta podran votar por las categorias que quieran ver en este sitio, las 3 categorias mas votadas seran incluidas en el blog asi que ustedes son los que mandan. He aqui la encuesta:

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Naoto es un estudiante universitario. Un día, conoce a Ayane, su viejo amigo, por casualidad después de un intervalo de varios años. Además, Chika, su viejo amigo y, de repente aparece delante de él.

Ella le dice que para convertirse en su tutor y que empiecen a vivir juntos … pero Naoto que resistir la tentación de los deliciosos enormes senos?

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aka aki und lückenlose Überwachung

aka aki ….. big brother oder besser alle sind watching you oder gegenseitig oder so…….

Jetzt geht es so langsam richtig los, mit dem neuem App von aka aki und dem Service von aka aki

Also ich hätte da mal echt nenn Wunsch an die Betreiber von diesen ganzen sogenannten socailnetworks wie myspace, meinvz, Facebook, etc, …. wann man schon einen Datenstrip macht, warum fusioniert Ihr nicht mal alle mit einander?

Dann muss man sich nicht überall anmelden, denn das ist echt Nervig wenn man sich Ganz und Gar im Netz “nackig ausziehen” will.

Ein guter Fusionspartner ist bestimmt aka aki, denn dann weis gleich jeder auf der Straße wer ich bin, jawoll das wird toll.

Noch besser wird es wenn man auf die Idee kommen wird ( wahrscheinlich arbeitet man schon daran), als Tool ein Gesichter-Erkennungsprogramm zu integrieren.

Für diejenigen die glauben so etwas sei eine Zukunfts-Fiktion, der solle doch daran denken dass es diese Tools schon in jeder guten Fotoverwaltung für den Rechner gibt.

Aber zurück zur “Fiktion”, man stelle sich also vor, dass sich Weltweit die größten sozialen Netzwerke verbinden, und über ein App über Handy bedient werden können. Mit diesem App/Programm macht man dann ein Foto von einer Person, im Hintergrund vergleicht dann eine Gesichter-Erkennungssoftware das Bild mit den Datenbanken von diesen Sozialen Netzwerken im Internet und schon ist der Datenstirp der Fotografierten Person auf dem Handy. Ist doch ne geile Vorstellung oder ? Dagegen ist der Service von aka aki eine Spielversion in Beta, denn es wird nicht einmal der Name der Person gebraucht, schon weis man alles über sein Gegenüber, auch wenn es auf der anderen Straßenseite steht.

Ich stelle mir schon die Bewerbungsschreiben der Zukunft vor, einfach nur noch ein Foto an die einstellende Firma senden.

Auch vorstellbar wären digitale Werbeposter mit Kameras, damit kann man dann die Fußgänger im Internet abgleichen, um Werbebotschaften zu präsentieren die auf die potenziellen Opfer Käufer zugeschnitten sind. Vielleicht sollte man sich mal fragen warum eigentlich diese ganzen Dienste kostenlos sind, evtl. leben diese Firmen ja einfach nur von unsere Ungenierten Freizügigkeit im Netz.

Wie auch immer, ein Bericht zum Thema Datenstrip habe ich für die Interessierten auch mal mit verlinkt.

Peace and Love

Davy

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