A Day for Sex
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Posted:Feb 13, 2007 12:51 pm
Last Updated:May 29, 2024 7:55 pm
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The origin of St. Valentine, and how many St. Valentines there were, remains a mystery. Whoever he was, Valentine really existed because archaeologists have unearthed a Roman catacomb and an ancient church dedicated to Saint Valentine. In 496 AD Pope Gelasius marked February 14th as a celebration in honor of his martyrdom. Saint Valentine, according to romantic legend, was a kind-hearted Roman priest who married young couples against the wishes of Emperor Claudius II, and was beheaded for his deeds on the 14th of February. Legends vary on how the martyr's name became connected with romance: the date of his death may have become mingled with the feast of Lupercalia, a pagan festival of love, or with the ancient belief that birds first mate in the middle of February.
He was most known for prophesying that a terrible massacre would occur in his own name, and his prophecy became fact: on the morning of Thursday, February 14, St. Valentine's Day, seven members of George 'Bugs' Moran's gang were lined up against the rear inside wall of the garage of the S-M-C Cartage Company in the Lincoln Park neighborhood of Chicago's North Side. They were then shot and killed by five members of Al Capone's gang (two of whom were dressed as police officers). When one of the dying men, Frank "Tight Lips" Gusenberg, was asked who shot him, he replied, "Nobody shot me." Capone himself had arranged to be on vacation in Florida at the time.
This strange, prophesied massacre is the reason why lovers celebrate St. Valentine’s Day with flowers, candy and gifts today.
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A V-Day Memorial
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Posted:Feb 7, 2007 6:34 am
Last Updated:Mar 9, 2007 6:41 pm
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Man...
Who trusted God was love indeed
And love Creation's final law --
Tho' Nature, red in tooth and claw
With ravine, shrieked against his creed.
--Alfred, Lord Tennyson
(Cupid by Grant Fuhst)
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A Wife's Secret
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Posted:Feb 4, 2007 8:05 am
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2007 12:52 pm
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How to describe the perfect kiss? Even more, how to describe the perfect kiss between my legs? How tenderly and expertly MisterStile suckles and licks and plays with his supple tongue. Silkily soft and endless. Unlike most men, his goal is not to conquer or to feast but to luxuriate. Nonetheless, he uses a gentle pressure, so gentle as to be deceiving, to make me come helplessly over and over, so many times I lose my mind and my body feels like it’s floating above the bed in shimmery clouds. I’m soaking wet now just writing about it. I can’t wait until he wakes up on this lazy Sunday morning.
No one I’ve known, man or woman, has mastered this art the way MisterStile has. And yes it is an art, not a technique. At least when he does it.
MrsStile
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...and speaking of BeastMaster...
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Posted:Feb 2, 2007 10:35 pm
Last Updated:Feb 2, 2007 11:07 pm
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Admittedly one of the worst films that hasn't been subjected to Mystery Science Theatre, nevertheless it featured ex-Charlie's Angel Tanya Roberts and her animal hide. Even better was the concurrent Playboy magazine spread that showed way more than the film could.
I've never been the biggest proponent of redheads, but show me a sexier one than Tanya.
I mean it, show me.
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Psychoanalyze THIS!!
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Posted:Feb 2, 2007 10:11 pm
Last Updated:Feb 4, 2007 12:03 am
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Those of you still trying to figure out just where the hell we're coming from (pickled beets? SubGenii?), perhaps the following lists will give you an insight into our psyches. How? Well, just take a look at our collections!
His collections:
Ten thousand cds (give or take a couple hundred) of lounge, rock, jazz, classical and extremely obscure European progressive rock (think Bach on steroids).
Silver and Bronze age Marvel Comics collections in hardback. Yes, Galactus and the Silver Surfer are still culturally relevant. And I'm not entirely convinced that I'm not really Batman...
Manly adventure novels from the thirties and forties. They call it pulp, for some reason.
Guitar synthesizer effects. For the electric rock guitarist who wants to sound like a cathedral organ.
Tiki mugs & carvings. Only a pagan-at-heart can do you right sexually...
Seventies rock poster art. Hipgnosis, man.
Vienna-school Surrealist art monographs. You know, the guys who inspired H.R. Giger.
Dark Shadows DVDs. Lara Parker as Angelique was the goddess of sexuality (equal only to Barbara Eden as "Jeannie.")
South and Central American hand-carved wooden masks. If you have to ask why...
Oh, there's more, but deftly selected and not at all a pack-rat mania.
Her collections:
Select clippings from fashion magazines compiled over the last two decades, along with an encyclopedic knowledge of all things stylish (what, did you think I chose my handle because of MY sense of style?!).
Mystery novels that nobody reads anymore.
A small but select collection of Art Deco & Nouveau perfume bottles.
A growing number of cooking utensils (her new hobby).
Embroideries of Eldon Dedini cartoons.
A head crammed full of interior decoration concepts.
Hedgehog reproductions. Had a real hedgehog until recently, after she developed an allergy to him.
Clothes, shoes, lingerie, jewelry. Don't get me started.
That's pretty much it: for a diehard minimalist, this represents a burgeoning accumulation of detritus in her mind.
So there you have it, girls: eighteen more reasons to come over to our house and play!
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Heap Hard Heart
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Posted:Feb 1, 2007 12:39 pm
Last Updated:May 29, 2024 7:55 pm
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Wishing all our Passion.com friends a passionate, old fashioned Native American Valentine's Day in advance.
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You Might Be A SubGenius If...
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Posted:Jan 30, 2007 11:37 pm
Last Updated:Feb 1, 2007 6:56 am
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...No one at the country club laughs at your Jesus jokes.
...Hearing the word "closure" makes your fist itch.
...You find yourself suggesting that your significant other extend you "a little slack" more than twenty-seven times a day.
...You discover a small but growing pipe collection inside your locked drawer.
...You begin to realize that no one in your office has a symmetrical face.
...Both your parents and your offspring call you "weird" behind your back.
...You've finally picked up on those secret messages in daytime television programming.
...You begin mentally composing cartoon soundtrack music during twelve-step meetings.
...You think the name "Bob" isn't actually a palindrome.
...You think "speaking in tongues" means discussing oral sex with evangelical prostitutes.
..."Donna Reed" reruns get you horny.
...You secretly desire to take communion using pickled beets.
...Your intense lawn care regimen is motivated by your propensity to smoke the grass clippings.
...You believe there should be a church for sex addicts only.
...You strive to achieve excellence in being fired from at least one job per month.
...You want to join an Armageddon reenactment troupe.
...You write poetry using only punctuation.
...You have no idea what a "play date" is supposed to be.
...You have recurring nightmares about compulsively voting for evil clowns.
...You harbor suspicions that comic books contain more reality than your life.
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"It's A Socialist Revolution!"
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Posted:Jan 28, 2007 9:53 pm
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2007 10:18 pm
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Being small business entrepreneurs, we were both aghast and doubled-over with laughter when a newly-elected Athens commissioner uttered the expostulation quoted above. Hard to say how much humor was actually intended, since a goodly portion of Athens locals are in fact card-carrying socialists. They're easy to spot: generally, they're the ones hanging out down at the local Barnes & Noble discussing the importance of supporting local, non-corporate businesses while they thumb through the magazines, and occasionally the odd book, over their $5 coffees.
They tend to get their news from NPR and any local free-weekly newspapers (it must be free, you see, in order to be factual), and their world views are generally the ones they inhaled back in art school, and still haven't paid for. And since they can't earn an actual living with that art degree, they become socialists and either develop work-prohibiting ailments or become yoga teachers. Lots of dole-sponging, disabled yoga-teaching socialists in our little burg. Not a problem in some ways, except for the fact that they want small businesses (especially the cool, funky ones) to survive in their town to give it local color...but they only want to spend fifty cents, tops, for anything except coffee and beer.
Of course, it's the more successful yoga-teaching socialists who get to drink the most beer.
Being, generally, educated, university-bred product, they are nonetheless oblivious that most socialist governments & societies have become either extinct or have no economy left to speak of. Economics being simply a form of tangible participation: a scenario where you bring something to the table beyond your outdated, regurgitated Marxist fairytales, or your undisciplined slacker music. It's where you pick up your disabled, sorry ass away from the TV, drag it down to one of your locally-owned shops, and spend three or four dollars on something. It's where you get what you pay for, instead of whining for your government handout or downloading it for free.
Recently, a few Central American countries have apparently decided to re-embrace socialism, along with their dictatorships, and presumably have done with whatever economy they once had. I would like to extend my heartfelt desire that the entirety of our Athenian socialist bloc renounce this greedy, consumerist society in favor of a place like Venezuela, where they'd be received, no doubt, with welcoming arms.
And all the cheap coffee, free propaganda and impoverished yoga students they can stand.
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Apathy Works Both Ways
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Posted:Jan 26, 2007 9:39 pm
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2007 9:42 pm
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Sayonara, Standard Contacts! For months now, we've been paying for the privilege of hearing from all you standard-level members out there, some of whom have joined our friends network. But day after day, our mailbox remains empty, despite how hard we've both worked to actually cultivate contacts (and...gasp!...friendships) with you.
Just to test the waters, we put up a poll to see what the response would tell us. Turns out, quite a bit: as of this posting, 149 of you have viewed the poll, with a grand total of 1 actually lifting a finger to vote.
So as of February 10th, if you want to contact either Mister- or Mrs- Stile, you'll have to upgrade in order to do so. It's not the money, you understand, it's the principle.
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Is there a correlation between coffee intake and sexual activity?
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Posted:Jan 24, 2007 12:45 am
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2007 1:05 pm
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When I was a , I used to watch my folks drink coffee and wonder how anyone could drink something that looked like it collected in the bottom of a tire swing.
Today, I marvel at how integrated the stuff has become into my general well-being (read: I'm hooked on the stuff). Iced, hot, roasted beans coated in chocolate, whatever.
But seriously, has anyone ever done a Doctoral thesis on the coincidental rise of coffee & tea intake world-wide, alongside the sexual awakening of homo sapiens?
See what a cup of coffee makes you think about?
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