<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:37:57.844-07:00</updated><category term='Drukpa Kunley'/><category term='St. Francis'/><category term='Artist&apos;s Date'/><category term='Fancy'/><category term='Cock'/><category term='boys'/><category term='Shameless'/><category term='pope'/><category term='Kismet'/><category term='The Artist&apos;s Way'/><category term='ressurection'/><category term='suggesting web sites'/><category term='Don&apos;t Ask Don&apos;t Tell'/><category term='Rent a Rottweiler'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='Sacred Heart'/><category term='Jim'/><category term='Sunday School'/><category term='TMI'/><category term='Bruce Weber'/><category term='weddings'/><category term='basics'/><category term='Saints 55'/><category term='Mary'/><category term='voting'/><category term='mandalas'/><category term='touch hunger'/><category term='CGeek'/><category term='global warming'/><category term='Ho Tai'/><category term='God'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='arts fairs'/><category term='wild flowers'/><category term='dadt'/><category term='cats'/><category term='GMA'/><category term='masturbation'/><category term='suggesting live events'/><category term='Zoo Tycoon'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='allies'/><category term='triplets'/><category term='Ray Hill'/><category term='painting'/><category term='sex energy'/><category term='Temeraire'/><category term='Quan Yin'/><category term='pastoral care ministry'/><category term='suggesting art exhibits'/><category term='Second Families'/><category term='military'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='AIDS'/><category term='Jack in the Box'/><category term='during a migraine'/><category term='Santa'/><category term='recommending live theater'/><category term='Clothed Man Naked Man'/><category term='LUEY'/><category term='yoga'/><category term='porn'/><category term='Broadway Bares'/><category term='Geshe Michael Roach'/><category term='Pets business'/><category term='adoption'/><category term='cross'/><category term='rosary'/><category term='suggesting movies'/><category term='David Crawford'/><category term='cookies'/><category term='Lisa Lawrence'/><category term='Hawaii'/><category term='chaplains'/><category term='kundalini'/><category term='the baths'/><category term='Laws'/><category term='Day Book'/><category term='Ram Dass'/><category term='Reiki'/><category term='St. Sebastian'/><category term='cooperative wrestling'/><category term='Earth'/><category term='St. Thomas'/><category term='headaches'/><category term='Wizards 101'/><category term='RMCC'/><category term='dentist'/><category term='tao te ching'/><category term='bears'/><category term='horses'/><category term='Leather'/><category term='suggesting other blogs'/><category term='Trixie'/><category term='dolphins'/><category term='Good Friday'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='escorting'/><category term='my novel'/><category term='Easton Mountain'/><category term='quotations'/><category term='Holy Spirit'/><category term='Sacred Intimate'/><category term='Michalangelo'/><category term='Joe Weston'/><category term='legalizing'/><category term='daddies'/><category term='s4M'/><category term='Krewe Of Olympus'/><category term='kidney stones'/><category term='home altar'/><category term='St Thomas'/><category term='Laurie Grant'/><category term='Saint Sebastian'/><category term='Hot Nude Yoga'/><category term='pentecost'/><category term='Gesthemene'/><category term='angel'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='llibraries'/><category term='complimentary medicene'/><category term='gout'/><category term='Tibet'/><category term='Kramer'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='copy.com'/><category term='nanoscience'/><category term='harem'/><category term='men on the floor'/><category term='Karma'/><category term='Kaballah'/><category term='sacred places'/><category term='other escorts'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='human doggies'/><category term='Carneval'/><category term='Acension'/><category term='Ganesh'/><category term='Celtic'/><category term='communion'/><category term='Lester Pace'/><category term='bullying'/><category term='oxytocin'/><category term='Mardi Gras'/><category term='Tolle'/><category term='Mom and Dad'/><category term='samhain'/><category term='HAB'/><category term='S.I. Clients'/><category term='acting'/><category term='white roofs'/><category term='katchinas'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='St. Blaise'/><category term='balls'/><category term='mountains'/><category term='puns'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='penis size'/><category term='Body Electric'/><category term='Taoist Erotic Massage'/><category term='ocean'/><category term='Shaved cock'/><category term='tshirts'/><category term='bondage'/><category term='Glee'/><category term='NAMBLA'/><category term='MCC'/><category term='St. Theresa'/><category term='showers'/><category term='Indigo Sun'/><category term='meditation'/><category term='pranayama'/><category term='Big Draw'/><category term='age'/><category term='casting'/><category term='silly lliberator'/><category term='Chablee'/><category term='CMNM'/><category term='St. Patrick'/><category term='suggesting sites'/><category term='Maverick'/><category term='massage'/><category term='Imperial Court'/><category term='tantra'/><category term='Great Spirit'/><category term='open relationships'/><category term='Target'/><category term='Lone Stars'/><category term='Heimatau'/><category term='giggles'/><category term='GCAM'/><category term='ladder of pleasures'/><category term='Kevin'/><category term='theater'/><category term='Sabbath'/><category term='krias'/><category term='Wildwood'/><category term='Updating'/><category term='food'/><category term='Tao'/><category term='Fruit Friends'/><category term='Annise Parker'/><category term='Taorot'/><category term='suggesting books'/><category term='Benji'/><title type='text'>Not Necessarily The Truth</title><subtitle type='html'>The intersection of sexuality and spirituality as seen and approached by a Sacred Intimate and Reiki Master and retired male escort. Illustrated with photos (mostly naked men) and quotations.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>311</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-1239751444235691463</id><published>2011-04-21T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T12:06:59.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escorting'/><title type='text'>Dave, The Rockin' Legend</title><content type='html'>Again, another link I found through &lt;a href="http://www.daddysreviews.com/"&gt;http://www.daddysreviews.com/&lt;/a&gt; . None of these are the picture they have printed there. You lucky guys in DC with sufficient money can hire him as an escort, so I don't thnk he'd mind some more advertising here. And I couldn't resist it when I saw that we are virtual neighbors. He's at &lt;a href="http://www.DaveInfo@blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.DaveInfo@blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. He does some pretty amazing things (to me, anyway) with the software here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2O1Cl4Lls0/TbB_w8Fpe1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/0Rl_lzn2SYE/s1600/dave2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2O1Cl4Lls0/TbB_w8Fpe1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/0Rl_lzn2SYE/s1600/dave2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;P.S. It was going to be three pics but blogspot wouldn't play with the other two. Hmmm.... Ah, well, probably something I forgot to do again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-1239751444235691463?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1239751444235691463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=1239751444235691463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1239751444235691463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1239751444235691463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2011/04/dave-rockin-legend.html' title='Dave, The Rockin&apos; Legend'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2O1Cl4Lls0/TbB_w8Fpe1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/0Rl_lzn2SYE/s72-c/dave2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-9159810176548167115</id><published>2011-04-18T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T12:10:27.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><title type='text'>Heath Jordan</title><content type='html'>I was quite impressed with Heath Jordan's pic as the coverboy today of&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.daddysreviews.com/"&gt;http://www.daddysreviews.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; He looked so handsome and butch. I had a bit of trouble truly believeing that his ass was versatile. One gets that way about certain types of men. So, to prove it to myself - well, allright, and to see as much more of him as I could - I went to his blog, &lt;a href="mailto:HeathJordanXXX@blogspot.com"&gt;HeathJordanXXX@blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; .&amp;nbsp; Great spot, writes nicely on all sorts of different subjects, hot photos. I am just not caught up at all with my porn stars. Here he is on the horizon to the East (as in sunrise, yes, I think most porn is shot in CA. lol), and I am sooo far West, so to speak, of knowing that. I am like 5 years behind on that kind of thing and would really enjoy catching up. If anyone would like to recommend some men whom I ought to be aware of, please comment on this post? Anyway, as always, I thought that if I plugged him (I should be that lucky! LOL) that he wouldn't mind me reposting a couple of shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5YiPBxKTxKc/TbCBEOWiH7I/AAAAAAAAAho/_ZFw6rmfBng/s1600/Heath+Jordan+pulling+down+pants.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5YiPBxKTxKc/TbCBEOWiH7I/AAAAAAAAAho/_ZFw6rmfBng/s320/Heath+Jordan+pulling+down+pants.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-epyc9M56UGc/TaxDizRBdDI/AAAAAAAAAhg/UZt6Ky9Zl28/s1600/Heath+Jordan+gets+fucked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-epyc9M56UGc/TaxDizRBdDI/AAAAAAAAAhg/UZt6Ky9Zl28/s320/Heath+Jordan+gets+fucked.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The review is right. He is a fully integrated man and does enjoy getting fucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-9159810176548167115?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/9159810176548167115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=9159810176548167115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/9159810176548167115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/9159810176548167115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2011/04/heath-jordan.html' title='Heath Jordan'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5YiPBxKTxKc/TbCBEOWiH7I/AAAAAAAAAho/_ZFw6rmfBng/s72-c/Heath+Jordan+pulling+down+pants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-7373550241242589905</id><published>2011-04-13T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T08:12:05.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buldges - an illustrated free verse poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I047Wa1vXfc/TaW78412iQI/AAAAAAAAAhM/D8-pxvRVmK8/s1600/white+singlet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I047Wa1vXfc/TaW78412iQI/AAAAAAAAAhM/D8-pxvRVmK8/s320/white+singlet.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xhvJUbDIaag/TaW8GLb4zDI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/mMaw48_eXQg/s1600/Red+swimsuit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xhvJUbDIaag/TaW8GLb4zDI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/mMaw48_eXQg/s320/Red+swimsuit.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jXPiAa2DUOY/TaW72INCMpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Y_tNDka7PSA/s1600/wrestlers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jXPiAa2DUOY/TaW72INCMpI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Y_tNDka7PSA/s320/wrestlers.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W1pJib5Mr34/TaW8YDgq_uI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Xa93FAw_PW8/s1600/red+singlet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W1pJib5Mr34/TaW8YDgq_uI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Xa93FAw_PW8/s320/red+singlet.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FA-Fm4_18Zs/TaW8MnNTl2I/AAAAAAAAAhU/IznEEix2udM/s1600/orange+bicyclist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FA-Fm4_18Zs/TaW8MnNTl2I/AAAAAAAAAhU/IznEEix2udM/s320/orange+bicyclist.jpg" width="174" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For my first pictures posting of the new season of my blogging,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I gathered some very nice buldges, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Unfortunately, I forgot to write down where I had gleaned them from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Other than it was on FaceBook and had the word Buldge in the title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-7373550241242589905?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7373550241242589905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=7373550241242589905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7373550241242589905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7373550241242589905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2011/04/buldges-illustrated-free-verse-poem.html' title='Buldges - an illustrated free verse poem'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I047Wa1vXfc/TaW78412iQI/AAAAAAAAAhM/D8-pxvRVmK8/s72-c/white+singlet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-5538749693835991892</id><published>2011-04-12T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T07:43:23.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeking back out from behind the bushes</title><content type='html'>This is really amazing!&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I had erased, etc. this blog. I love it but I was going through a period where I was applying for a seasonal job where I would be working closely with children and Maverick and I became a bit afraid that this might be found and become a reason not to hire me. I think that Keving agreed with us.&lt;br /&gt;I did get hired and have now been rehired for next season, too. Plus, I haven't met the people in charge of this job, the big bosses, but I do meet them this Summer. However, I have come to the conclusion that they are wonderful, laid back people who do not get upset about much unless they are forced to. &lt;br /&gt;The job I do for them is acting, of course, and there is no program for the audience. It is extremely doubtful that any of the clients could find out who I am in real life, making it even more doubtful that they would then be able to follow me and find this blog.&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess that I am back to writing it.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-5538749693835991892?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5538749693835991892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=5538749693835991892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/5538749693835991892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/5538749693835991892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2011/04/peeking-back-out-from-behind-bushes.html' title='Peeking back out from behind the bushes'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-3748518681253029773</id><published>2010-07-30T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T14:45:52.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casting'/><title type='text'>Replacements</title><content type='html'>Of course, you can never totally "replace" someone in a show cast. Hopefully not, any way. There will always be differences between talent. That's one of the things that gives live theater life. I pray for y'all that when you enter one of my most sacred precincts - the live theater - that the performance you see will not be a total duplicate of a performance done before nor ever be duplicated in toto by any other performance, whether you see it or not.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that next week I would be rehearsing an actress into a role in our flagship production for next Friday evening. &lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I found out that I will also be rehearsing an actor in a role in a show whose next performance is a week from Monday. Assuming that I will find another actor to replace him in time. Which I will, of course, but casting is very often a daunting project for me. And even when it goes well, more a question of a week's work than a weekend's. &lt;br /&gt;Pray for me, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-3748518681253029773?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3748518681253029773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=3748518681253029773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/3748518681253029773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/3748518681253029773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/replacements.html' title='Replacements'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-4384070384753164155</id><published>2010-07-29T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T05:16:11.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Target'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack in the Box'/><title type='text'>Target Problems</title><content type='html'>If there is a boycott of Target stores, Mav and I are in an oddly bad position. &lt;br /&gt;We clean the halls of a condo building which is close to a Target. The condos do not have any public bathrooms. Nor any janitor's closets with any running water in them. When we need to potty during our work there, we have to go somewhere and so far it's been Target. Which leads to us shopping for some thngs there fairly regularly, to justify our using their restrooms. I can see guilt over boycotting them, should I decide to do so, keeping me out of their bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;The only other public restroom near the job site is a Jack in the Box, and I've always thought that they were more particular about only customers using their restrooms.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-4384070384753164155?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4384070384753164155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=4384070384753164155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4384070384753164155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4384070384753164155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/target-problems.html' title='Target Problems'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-7160268514207149975</id><published>2010-07-28T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T06:35:51.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabbath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artist&apos;s Date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Artist&apos;s Way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wizards 101'/><title type='text'>Wizard</title><content type='html'>When we visited family on that last trip, one of my great-nephews introduced me to this game, &lt;a href="http://www.wizard101.com/"&gt;http://www.wizard101.com/&lt;/a&gt; , my first online rpg. I love it so much so far that Mav has started trying to help me with my 'addicition' to it. So, I willingly gave myself office hours again. I know that my job will blouse out around them, and that when Mav takes a nap I label it coffee break time (tea for me, actually) and get to play for a half hour, but my soft aim is to not play it between 10:00ish and afternoon tea time (4:30 for me).&amp;nbsp; (You know, I don't think I've ever been to high tea?)&lt;br /&gt;Moral here for everyone: If you are self employed, respect yourself and your own pleasure and health enough to have certain hours each day that you are not working, and one full day off a week. That's as a habitual thing. I know it won't always happen. But, as Picard might say, Make It So!&lt;br /&gt;And Julia Cameron, in The Artist's Way, is in favor of us all taking Artist's Dates, one a week. That's when you put yourself on the calendar, and then have a date with yourself doing whatever you know will please you, hopefully away from any ingrained habits most of the time.&amp;nbsp; Charge up by changing the oil, as it were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-7160268514207149975?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7160268514207149975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=7160268514207149975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7160268514207149975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7160268514207149975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/wizard.html' title='Wizard'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-6589460521582858640</id><published>2010-07-26T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T06:10:03.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothed Man Naked Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CMNM'/><title type='text'>To Read Or Not To Read ...</title><content type='html'>So, what got me onto thinking about "improper thoughts" the other day was that a while back I found a&amp;nbsp;blog site&amp;nbsp;that was about this guy who was really into being the only naked man in the room, and being subservient most of the time to groups of strangers. It was, uh, very interesting. OK, it was one handing reading for me.&amp;nbsp; Somehow I found it from a specific posting and kept playing around without really checking out the most recent material. When I did, it turned out that he had closed the blog as he was trying to give up that life style and get it&amp;nbsp;together with a regular husby.&amp;nbsp; But though I didn't find any later material, the blog was still open. Did he not know how to close it? Would it always be there, like we hear that anything you put on the internet will be? What? And&amp;nbsp; - Should I still play around on that site remembering that when he posted it it was a good thing to him, or honor his evident wishes and delete it from my "favorites"?&amp;nbsp; I wound up deleting it for reasons explained the other day. So while it would perhaps apply to my current topic, CMNM, I wouldn't have been comfortable recommending it to y'all, and can't any more, any way. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-6589460521582858640?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6589460521582858640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=6589460521582858640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6589460521582858640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6589460521582858640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-read-or-not-to-read.html' title='To Read Or Not To Read ...'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-2893479835461751276</id><published>2010-07-23T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T06:31:28.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Body Electric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex energy'/><title type='text'>Improper Thoughts</title><content type='html'>It's perfectly OK to do things with other people in our minds so long as we are reasonably sure that these are actions that that person would agree to in person. Otherwise, no. It not only sends some&amp;nbsp; unwelcome sex energy to that person, but its attachment to&amp;nbsp; you turns into a drain on your own energy. A phrase I find handy is, " Him or someone like him."&amp;nbsp; I also apply this to fantasizing with pictures of naked men not associated with Leather. If I want to Leather fantasize about them, I try to remember to apply the same phrase. &lt;br /&gt;Why is porn about young hetero men who are only pretending to be gay for pay? Why is Leather porn about people forced into being the bottom - actually forced, not pretend forced? And, of course, why is porn that combines the two of those?&lt;br /&gt;Better to do as Body Electric suggests and take your own pictures of yourself and become your own porn.&lt;br /&gt;This also gets some of that "Madison Ave." type teaching - &amp;nbsp;that you are not sexually attractive if you aren't young, six packed and hung enough to cause a back ache -&amp;nbsp;out of&amp;nbsp; your head.&lt;br /&gt;Hurray for the Bears!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-2893479835461751276?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2893479835461751276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=2893479835461751276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/2893479835461751276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/2893479835461751276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/improper-thoughts.html' title='Improper Thoughts'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-4217234536124870546</id><published>2010-07-22T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T05:38:31.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Artist&apos;s Way'/><title type='text'>Reading Deprivation</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a course - The Artist's Way. I've done it a couple of times before but this is the first time I've done it with a group. So, it doesn't really surprise me what they're asking for this week, but I hadn't peeked ahead so it did take me by surprise that it was this week. I'm not supposed to read anything that isn't absolutely essential. So I won't be reading my favorite blogs. I won't be researching CMNM. Etc.&lt;br /&gt;However, they did say that though I can't read I can write. So, I'll still be right here. And if anyone wants to get me, I'll consider comments&amp;nbsp;posted on&amp;nbsp;this blog as being essential. &lt;br /&gt;I'm also going to let myself do my morning sudoku and my computer game, probably. Not essential, but not really written either. So to speak. lol ... And watching TV, I think. &lt;br /&gt;I haven't read what the book says about this yet, how it defines it, so a little of all that might change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-4217234536124870546?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4217234536124870546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=4217234536124870546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4217234536124870546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4217234536124870546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/reading-deprivation.html' title='Reading Deprivation'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-208011290294176826</id><published>2010-07-21T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T05:47:17.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maverick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIDS'/><title type='text'>Long Time Survivor</title><content type='html'>I was going to blog about Improper Thoughts (a natural consequence of my search for info on CMNM) today, but now it seems more important to say this:&lt;br /&gt;Maverick is a long time survivor. He has had AIDS for more that 22 years now. It can be controlled, lived with, and nearly ignored most of the time. We both are very proud of this fact. &lt;br /&gt;I often think that he is safer than I am what with all of those meds flowing through him helping him fight infections all the time. Like, I have taken to trying to avoid drinking out of public water fountains myself but, even the controlling bitch&amp;nbsp; - oh, erm, Master (lol) - that I can be, I don't fuss at him to avoid them, too.&lt;br /&gt;This comes partly from a time about 20 years ago when I found out that two friends of mine had AIDS and I asked them not to kiss me that night. One got upset and reminded me that it can't be passed with a kiss. I explained that I had a cold and didn't want to give them something potentially dangerous like an active germ. He laughed and explained to me that his meds were&amp;nbsp; quite capable of protecting him from a cold like mine. So we frenched. Happy times.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Mav has basically promised me that I get to die first this time and he'll spread my ashes on Pikes Peak for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-208011290294176826?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/208011290294176826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=208011290294176826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/208011290294176826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/208011290294176826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/long-time-survivor.html' title='Long Time Survivor'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-234173615286265239</id><published>2010-07-20T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T12:21:28.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggesting other blogs'/><title type='text'>College Parties Site</title><content type='html'>I saw a mention of something very interesting on Aussielicious, &lt;a href="http://www.aussielicious.com.au/"&gt;http://www.aussielicious.com.au/&lt;/a&gt; , this morning - Colthed Male Naked Male. He says that its all over the web, but I hadn't seen anything about it so I went looking. I found this site about college boi sex parties. It distracted me well enough that it took me a while to realize that it's all a shill come-on for a site that sells streaming videos. Or so I think. Not sure yet, have to look at more I suppose. That site is &lt;a href="http://www.gaycollegesexpartiesblog/"&gt;http://www.gaycollegesexpartiesblog/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;.com &amp;nbsp;. Now it may seem a little out of place to mention it here but when you think about how many male saints had really wild times when they were young, and then did what they called reforming. Considering that sex is a beautiful gift from God meant to be shared, was their "reformation" a good thing or really a turning away from living a full and bounteous life? Discuss among yourselves. (Or leave me a comment!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found this nice picture there of a young man, and now that I know this is a shill site I feel even more confident that he is at least over 21 if not really 26, I offer it to you here. As those of you who have been rereading the past of this blog probably know (and, boy, does that seem to be a common habit for people who find me here! lol), I am turned onto cocks that show their subservience by being fully shaved.&lt;br /&gt;Which I don't think has anything to do with CMNM, but, then, I don't think that the blogger on the parties blog knows what this phenomenon is, yet, either. But I will! (I hope.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TEX2zok4G4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/3a7E_rFhTKQ/s1600/ptgHugWithHardons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TEX2zok4G4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/3a7E_rFhTKQ/s320/ptgHugWithHardons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I also feel fairly confident that while some of the most trendy people in Houston may be doing this already - and that I don't know them, unfortunately - that most of the city will be catching up with it later than I do, so I might have some fun introducing them to it, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Dang! Now! I realize that the picture didn't come through in a supported format. Whah! Well, you can certainly see where my mind was at the time... LOL! So, here is another of my favorites from past posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-234173615286265239?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/234173615286265239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=234173615286265239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/234173615286265239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/234173615286265239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/college-parties-site.html' title='College Parties Site'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TEX2zok4G4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/3a7E_rFhTKQ/s72-c/ptgHugWithHardons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-7460283109416843907</id><published>2010-07-18T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T12:46:08.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggesting other blogs'/><title type='text'>Saley by Vaughn</title><content type='html'>While I like the implied permission of just leaving a photo open,&amp;nbsp; this page is really class in my book by saying how many photos one may "borrow", how it needs to be credited, etc. They, in effect, admit that they would really like these pics (more on their site, but this was the only great smile there, and you know me) to go viral, but only if it helps people find them. Great!&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo of Arthur Sales by photographer Greg Vaughn. To go to the original, and I really suggest that you do, hit this - &lt;a href="http://madeinbrazil.typepad.com/madeinbrazil/2010/07/exclusively-at-made-in-brazil-arthur-sales-by-greg-vaughan-part-i.html"&gt;http://madeinbrazil.typepad.com/madeinbrazil/2010/07/exclusively-at-made-in-brazil-arthur-sales-by-greg-vaughan-part-i.html&lt;/a&gt; . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TENZ1Z3R8bI/AAAAAAAAAgo/_NwZ0r7ocrE/s1600/ptg+-+Only+Use+the+Once+-+Arthur+Sales+by+Greg+Vaughn.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TENZ1Z3R8bI/AAAAAAAAAgo/_NwZ0r7ocrE/s320/ptg+-+Only+Use+the+Once+-+Arthur+Sales+by+Greg+Vaughn.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-7460283109416843907?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7460283109416843907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=7460283109416843907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7460283109416843907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7460283109416843907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/saley-by-vaughn.html' title='Saley by Vaughn'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TENZ1Z3R8bI/AAAAAAAAAgo/_NwZ0r7ocrE/s72-c/ptg+-+Only+Use+the+Once+-+Arthur+Sales+by+Greg+Vaughn.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-5548094541878513644</id><published>2010-07-17T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T13:00:37.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoo Tycoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wizards 101'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Body Electric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday School'/><title type='text'>Bullying Muscles and Welcome, Ravel</title><content type='html'>In a comment on one of my entries a couple three months ago, newcomer Ravel notes that he doesn't get bullied any more since he's gotten tall. And that it's not easy to conceptualize that a tall, muscularly handsome model ever got bullied. - You know me and accuracy. I may be really badly paraphrasing here.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I tried to answer him with another comment, but it doesn't seem to have gone through. - Well, you know me and computers. LOL&lt;br /&gt;And I needed something to talk about today, other than how well my latest Zoo&amp;nbsp;Tycoon game and my new character on &lt;a href="http://www.wizards101.com/"&gt;http://www.wizards101.com/&lt;/a&gt; are going. Heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;So, if I repeat myself, the usual apologies.&lt;br /&gt;So, tall and handsome, Ravel, welcome aboard!! Always to hear from a new voice. (And if you're over 21 and would like to, send me a photo to put up. We Body Electric types believe in becoming your own porn, so to speak.)&lt;br /&gt;Remember, that model didn't have that muscle in elementary school. Nobody has that kind of muscle in elementary school. The human body just doesn't do that at that young an age, I don't think. If so,&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;manly bloom&amp;nbsp;has&amp;nbsp;been forced. (Talking muscle here, not rape.) Which would make him different enough that he would be bullied about it. So, maybe he did get bullied, and maybe, even, he started building himself that great body so that it would stop. lol, but true.&lt;br /&gt;Shocking but true - one morning in Sunday school, I asked for anyone to raise their hands if they had been bullied in the past. There was only one person who didn't raise their hand, leaving us with around 93% who had. And that other person - me - was a bit oblivious at that age to a lot of things. LOL, but true.&lt;br /&gt;And developed, by High School, into a chubby egghead who hung with the jocks, not that any of them ever called me that that I recall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-5548094541878513644?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5548094541878513644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=5548094541878513644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/5548094541878513644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/5548094541878513644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/bullying-muscles-and-welcome-ravel.html' title='Bullying Muscles and Welcome, Ravel'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-6934377149330319084</id><published>2010-07-14T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T07:10:20.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penis size'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taoist Erotic Massage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tantra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='krias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Body Electric'/><title type='text'>Enlarge Your Penis</title><content type='html'>As a part of that interview I mentioned quickly yesterday, the Tantric Yogi claims that you can add up to an inch to your penis from practicing Tantra.&amp;nbsp;Just my luck, he means when it's hard. He's talking about enlarging the cells that hold the blood when you're up. I am quite satisfied with my length hard. It's just that I wish that I had more when I'm soft.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And a good, erotic Tantric Massage is a lot like "edging." I do very good tantric work, and can combine it with Swedish moves, if you feel a need to bail out and not experience the whole thing. Of course, then, you don't get the entire experience, but your muscle soreness is addressed more directly. Trade offs, but ones which move you away from the spiritual side of the event. And deny you the pleasures of male multiple orgasms. (Ususally we refer to it as Taoist erotic massage, but it is closely derived from Tantric teachings, from what I understand.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trained enough in the Tantric philosophy to start teaching that yet. But I hope to start taking classes in it this Fall in Austin from Body Electric.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-6934377149330319084?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6934377149330319084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=6934377149330319084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6934377149330319084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6934377149330319084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/enlarge-your-penis.html' title='Enlarge Your Penis'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-1853221207000897657</id><published>2010-07-12T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T06:50:31.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tantra'/><title type='text'>Aussie Tantra</title><content type='html'>There is a good write up about Tantra on Aussielicious today. &lt;a href="http://www.aussielicious.com.au/"&gt;http://www.aussielicious.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-1853221207000897657?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1853221207000897657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=1853221207000897657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1853221207000897657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1853221207000897657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/aussie-tantra.html' title='Aussie Tantra'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-9048386356376708431</id><published>2010-07-12T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T06:42:29.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dadt'/><title type='text'>Military Poll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TDsbgZ0kXpI/AAAAAAAAAgY/B6eBjPbeOvw/s1600/ptgMetalDemon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TDsbgZ0kXpI/AAAAAAAAAgY/B6eBjPbeOvw/s320/ptgMetalDemon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TDsboWiRebI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Lihpt9cYFWk/s1600/ptgLotsInShowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TDsboWiRebI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Lihpt9cYFWk/s320/ptgLotsInShowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Generals have been fired for having opinions publicly. And now they're asking privates to vote on something? I don't think so. Sounds very non-military, possibly unconstitutional, to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-9048386356376708431?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/9048386356376708431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=9048386356376708431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/9048386356376708431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/9048386356376708431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/military-poll.html' title='Military Poll'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TDsbgZ0kXpI/AAAAAAAAAgY/B6eBjPbeOvw/s72-c/ptgMetalDemon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-3959097353938643732</id><published>2010-07-11T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T14:28:12.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll</title><content type='html'>1st - I'd like to start up a blog that my family can see and I don't want them to link from there to here. Sooo, I don't want to put it on Blogger. Call me timid. It's all right. Where to you think I should find a home for the second blog. It&amp;nbsp;needs to be free.&lt;br /&gt;2nd - I think that the only two pictures of me on my computer are one as Santa Claus and one as a leather Master. I think it's about fucking time that I get over not having a digital camera and post a picture of me. Mainly, I think, because I have been seeing that as a necessity to starting to follow other people's blogs. Which one would you rather, if you have a preference, Santa or Daddy Blade?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-3959097353938643732?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3959097353938643732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=3959097353938643732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/3959097353938643732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/3959097353938643732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/poll.html' title='Poll'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-6511150820768872872</id><published>2010-07-10T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T09:34:20.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RMCC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rent a Rottweiler'/><title type='text'>I'm back again!</title><content type='html'>Maverick and I just got back from a most wonderful vacation in upstate NY, at a family reunion. Believe me, we had a great time and would not have had any time for non-family members this trip. &lt;br /&gt;We did get down into the city for a half day at the Bronx Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;Mav wouldn't let me&amp;nbsp;tell y'all that we were going beforehand. He was afraid that you wouldn't believe that our home was being guarded by Rent A Rottwieler and I might be setting us up for a home invasion/robbery. Ah, well, dear friends, please forgive me for just up and vanishing for a week. &lt;br /&gt;BTW, my church, Resurrection MCC is having a 12 week course on the book The Artist's Way. Wednesdays at 7:00. You've already missed two classes, but then, so have I. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-6511150820768872872?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6511150820768872872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=6511150820768872872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6511150820768872872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6511150820768872872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-back-again.html' title='I&apos;m back again!'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-1199317833753312959</id><published>2010-06-29T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T06:21:03.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome home, David! And Congrats, Ginger!</title><content type='html'>For those of you who might not know, David Dust was in the hospital for 8 days with pnuemonia. &lt;br /&gt;So great to have you back with us, big fella!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His own blog is so crowded with well wishers that I'll just wait quietly over here til he notices me. I'm like that sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Ginger! I hear that your fund raiser was mahvelous. Sorry I had to miss it, but I had a nice quiet evening at home whilst husby was out with the family car going to a party he head to attend for the gay male nudist group he's the treasurer of. I wasn't about to go there with him this time since it was the home of a man who every time we have a party over there he has a neighbor attend as a guest and said neighbor never takes his clothes off. Against the rules but the officers don't want to upset one of only three or so possible hosts who have a pool. Well, I'm not a zoo inmate, kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-1199317833753312959?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1199317833753312959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=1199317833753312959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1199317833753312959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1199317833753312959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/welcome-home-david-and-congrats-ginger.html' title='Welcome home, David! And Congrats, Ginger!'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-2422314381190178766</id><published>2010-06-25T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T07:36:35.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>French furry ad.</title><content type='html'>Isn't it called Furries - the phenomonom of people dressing up like stuffed animals and doing weird things, including having sex, with each other? This would play their way, except that the mountain lion has been very humanized. Quite oddly handsome.&lt;br /&gt;And, sorry, I don't know how to embed yet.&lt;br /&gt;http://gawker.com/5571805/this-gay-bestiality-ad-is-crazy-even-for-france&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-2422314381190178766?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2422314381190178766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=2422314381190178766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/2422314381190178766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/2422314381190178766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/french-furry-ad.html' title='French furry ad.'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-7710570624150022687</id><published>2010-06-25T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T07:09:53.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo by Van Vechten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TCS4K_deGKI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/dvilwRvO6UU/s1600/ptg-ByCarlVanVechten.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TCS4K_deGKI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/dvilwRvO6UU/s320/ptg-ByCarlVanVechten.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photograph by Carl Van Vechten is from the Library of Congress. It is thought to have been in the public domain since 1986, but the photographer's family asks that you preserve its integrity as an art work - no colorization or other changes. Since a picture is a moment frozen in time, it's not like a human being. We can preserve our integrity while making changes, so long as they are changes we ourselves wish to make, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-7710570624150022687?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7710570624150022687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=7710570624150022687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7710570624150022687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7710570624150022687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/photo-by-van-vechten.html' title='Photo by Van Vechten'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TCS4K_deGKI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/dvilwRvO6UU/s72-c/ptg-ByCarlVanVechten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-1922181023875153279</id><published>2010-06-24T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T14:25:34.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old painting of nude charioteer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TCPM1zB4v1I/AAAAAAAAAgI/UohaqJjOEHk/s1600/ptg+-+ByJDCourt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TCPM1zB4v1I/AAAAAAAAAgI/UohaqJjOEHk/s320/ptg+-+ByJDCourt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Been too long since a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This painting is by Joseph Desire Court (1797 - 1865).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I found it at &lt;a href="http://pinkpasty.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html"&gt;http://pinkpasty.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-1922181023875153279?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1922181023875153279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=1922181023875153279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1922181023875153279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1922181023875153279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/old-painting-of-nude-charioteer.html' title='Old painting of nude charioteer.'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TCPM1zB4v1I/AAAAAAAAAgI/UohaqJjOEHk/s72-c/ptg+-+ByJDCourt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-3384026767823176670</id><published>2010-06-24T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T06:58:13.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other escorts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggesting web sites'/><title type='text'>Silver fox escort</title><content type='html'>Just this last couple of days, I was thinking that I might go back to reviewing other sites, largely in a brazen rip off of some of their pictures for y'all's enjoyment. OK, mine, too. LOL&lt;br /&gt;I was also thinking that this time I might focus some of web sites of escorts. &lt;br /&gt;Well, the cover man on &lt;a href="http://www.daddysreviews.com/"&gt;http://www.daddysreviews.com/&lt;/a&gt; today is a handsome older top man with a great silver beard and salt and pepper hair. Yum! Especially since some of his photos are posed in such a way that I can fantasize topping him. (Why is it so difficult, seemingly, to find&amp;nbsp;a large number of photo poses that don't say, I'm here, Daddy!? &amp;nbsp;LOL)&lt;br /&gt;The reviews say that he is in his forties. That's not what his face says to me. Looks like late fifties. Now, especially since there are men who turn on more to guys in their fifties than in their forties, is it still taboo for an escort to age gracefully?&lt;br /&gt;His home base is NCY. His name is Jeff Grove. And his web site is at &lt;a href="http://jeffgrovexxx.com/wp/"&gt;http://jeffgrovexxx.com/wp/&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;And you'll have to go there to see him since his pics are in a format my software can't handle. So much for the excuse of swiping pics! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-3384026767823176670?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3384026767823176670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=3384026767823176670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/3384026767823176670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/3384026767823176670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/silver-fox-escort.html' title='Silver fox escort'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-1941248865319322380</id><published>2010-06-21T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T16:46:06.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shameless'/><title type='text'>Shameless!</title><content type='html'>A great new book is due to finally be released the day after my next birthday. What a present! The name of it is Shameless and it's by Pam, aka The Riverdale Goddess, one of my favorite writers about how she was shown the intersection between sex and spirit by several gay Sacred Intimates and then set free to enjoy it. Well, mostly. (You'll need to read the book to see what I mean by that crack! lol) Presale on it is available at Amazon. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not telling you anything more right now. Remembering things I've forgotten to tell you about it will give me a good excuse for mentioning it again and its a long time between now and January.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-1941248865319322380?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1941248865319322380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=1941248865319322380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1941248865319322380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1941248865319322380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/shameless.html' title='Shameless!'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-2219048255509159376</id><published>2010-06-21T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T16:41:35.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broadway Bares XX</title><content type='html'>Remember I mentioned Broadway Bares yesterday. The best wrap up of it I ever see each year is from BoyCulture - Boy Culture? Hmm, does it have a pause in the middle. I know it ought to since if I hadn't paused after the first half of it, I wouldn't have had eneergy to come back for the second half til tomorrow. Superb as ever! I'm not grabbing any pics from that blog for this. Not yet anyway. LOL! Here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boyculture.typepad.com/boy_culture/2010/06/if-you-liked-it-then-you-shoulda-put-a-hotel-on-it-broadway-bares-xxstripopoly.html#more"&gt;http://boyculture.typepad.com/boy_culture/2010/06/if-you-liked-it-then-you-shoulda-put-a-hotel-on-it-broadway-bares-xxstripopoly.html#more&lt;/a&gt; . If you haven't seen it yet, please let that cutie who writes it that I sent you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-2219048255509159376?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2219048255509159376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=2219048255509159376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/2219048255509159376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/2219048255509159376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/broadway-bares-xx.html' title='Broadway Bares XX'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-1182157399794375673</id><published>2010-06-20T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T10:34:51.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy - Yaddy</title><content type='html'>God is not my only father who is in Heaven. Unless Daddy got reincarnated or something. &lt;br /&gt;I used to say Daddy. And he would answer Yaddy.&lt;br /&gt;He used to take me places, like driving the car between my horseback riding lesson and the AFA football game with me changing clothes in the back seat since I had to be in my Scout uniform to join my unit for the discount. So many places he'd take me. Then he'd complain that he couldn't take me all the places he wanted to take me, like camping - where he made sure someone else (the Scouts) took me for him - because of his poor health.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, puh-leeze, Daddy (Yaddy). I hope you finally got over it. You spoiled me. You really did. And to kick yourself for not spoiling me more? Feh!&lt;br /&gt;I am really sorry that you died when you did&amp;nbsp; - when I was in grad school - and we never got to know each other as two adults.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of places you could take me? I didn't know until you left that you were such a good dancer when you were young. Now, I know you probably wouldn't like the idea of men stripping for each other, but today is Broadway Bares, and I'd love to make it there live some year. Just thought I'd mention it. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed that I've finally taken some interest in gardening like you wanted me to? &lt;br /&gt;And please forgive me, you highly rated civil service cost accountant you, that I make Mav do all the family bookkeeping. He does have that two year accounting degree, ya know. &lt;br /&gt;And look at how good an older male model I've&amp;nbsp; been in all those children's plays which, you wouldn't like this, are still not quite earning me a living wage. &lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, two men together. Ah, well ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-1182157399794375673?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1182157399794375673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=1182157399794375673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1182157399794375673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1182157399794375673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/daddy-yaddy.html' title='Daddy - Yaddy'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-241633929317716390</id><published>2010-06-15T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T05:19:02.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitcher Balls</title><content type='html'>Have you seen the&amp;nbsp; news footage of the baseball game that was called because of the earthquake? Watch the pitcher on the mound do something so beautifully human. He feels the earthquake, turns around and cradles his balls in his hand. Sweet. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-241633929317716390?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/241633929317716390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=241633929317716390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/241633929317716390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/241633929317716390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/pitcher-balls.html' title='Pitcher Balls'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-6177882114906530660</id><published>2010-06-13T06:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T06:02:43.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tao'/><title type='text'>Taoist Computer Repair</title><content type='html'>Yesterday there was an error code and I couldn't get in to add anything here. I pushed da button, Max, to find out how many people were being affected by it. And they told me they didn't recognize the name they'd assigned to the problem. So, I went away. Today I tried again and got through. Have you noticed that my approach to computer problems seems to be to wait them out and they'll go away? And that it works a good bit of the time? (Not all the time, of course. LOL) I guess that that has something to do with the Tao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-6177882114906530660?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6177882114906530660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=6177882114906530660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6177882114906530660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6177882114906530660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/taoist-computer-repair.html' title='Taoist Computer Repair'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-5403081385994168571</id><published>2010-06-11T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T14:13:58.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet, Contented Day</title><content type='html'>I can't figure out why my Zoo Tycoon is not acknowledging that I have done everything it asked from me in this scenario and told me that I won. But that's about the only thing that went wrong today. Kevin came over early - before I had changed clothes for the day - and stayed til nearly lunch. First time he's done that and it was quite enjoyable. Got more done around here than I would have (though not on the things I had planned to do) if he hadn't been here. He also brought carrot cupcakes, which were great at lunch. After lunch, Mav and I watched Sunshine Cleaning. Through most of it, it was more of a downer than we had expected from the trailers, but the ending was upbeat enough to bring us all into a bit of (perhaps battered but still optomistic) hope! Unlike The Compleat History of America (Abridged) which is playing locally at Stages. If it plays at a live theater near you, I heartily recommend the first act, but also recommend that you leave at intermission. This evening I hope to do some work on the props and costumes for a show that opens next Tuesday. And tomorrow I have quite an adventure in store - some gruelling but interesting and quite&amp;nbsp;possibly helpful auditions to watch. Gruelling? Yes, we (ours and about 34 other theaters) will be watching some 386 talent for two minutes per actor or actress over Saturday and Sunday. I've done it before, and I'm not exaggerating those numbers. I'll be a little mind dead by Sunday night, but the Tonys will perk me up, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you tomorrow morning, I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-5403081385994168571?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5403081385994168571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=5403081385994168571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/5403081385994168571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/5403081385994168571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/quiet-contented-day.html' title='Quiet, Contented Day'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-8404046955825625651</id><published>2010-06-11T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T06:32:57.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back, again!</title><content type='html'>Computer glitches. Mysterious ones. Couldn't get on aol directly. Had never thought to write down my "favorites" including the address to post to y'all. Um, took it as a little head vacation. But great glad to be back. More later. Right now I'm reading my favorite blogs and looking at some fresh bois. Whee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-8404046955825625651?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8404046955825625651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=8404046955825625651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/8404046955825625651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/8404046955825625651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back-again.html' title='I&apos;m back, again!'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-3693178904256501052</id><published>2010-06-03T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T06:41:50.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggesting other blogs'/><title type='text'>Huge Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TAewy4S1ZxI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Ximem7nIUdk/s1600/ptgHugeWithTwinkHead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TAewy4S1ZxI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Ximem7nIUdk/s320/ptgHugeWithTwinkHead.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TAew2T_0wkI/AAAAAAAAAgA/W-kLK6meXjw/s1600/ptgHugeWithSkinhead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TAew2T_0wkI/AAAAAAAAAgA/W-kLK6meXjw/s320/ptgHugeWithSkinhead.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all make assumptions. Like - A guy's cock is going to be smaller than my head. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't see any photo shoppiing here (not that I'm always great at spotting it) , but ....&lt;br /&gt;pics from one of my favorites, &lt;a href="http://www.emackinations.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.emackinations.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-3693178904256501052?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3693178904256501052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=3693178904256501052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/3693178904256501052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/3693178904256501052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/huge-pics.html' title='Huge Pics'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TAewy4S1ZxI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Ximem7nIUdk/s72-c/ptgHugeWithTwinkHead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-3500031281572037028</id><published>2010-06-01T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T19:01:51.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><title type='text'>Don't be too shy - Quotations</title><content type='html'>Don't be too shy, little ones.&lt;br /&gt;"We are always the same age inside." - Gertrude Stein &lt;br /&gt;"O, the fabulous wings unused, folded in the heart!" - Christopher Fry&lt;br /&gt;"The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes." - Marcel Proust&lt;br /&gt;Open your wings and discover!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-3500031281572037028?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3500031281572037028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=3500031281572037028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/3500031281572037028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/3500031281572037028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-be-too-shy-quotations.html' title='Don&apos;t be too shy - Quotations'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-129086344046548744</id><published>2010-05-31T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T12:00:14.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Memorial Day Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TAQGQ3v0XoI/AAAAAAAAAfg/QMgm3MKNYdg/s1600/ptgArcher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TAQGQ3v0XoI/AAAAAAAAAfg/QMgm3MKNYdg/s320/ptgArcher.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TAQGsTZEAyI/AAAAAAAAAfo/y2slLtH237w/s1600/ptgMetalDemon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TAQGsTZEAyI/AAAAAAAAAfo/y2slLtH237w/s320/ptgMetalDemon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TAQHAqCGtGI/AAAAAAAAAfw/jpdS-3W1UOY/s1600/ptgNineNobleVirtues.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TAQHAqCGtGI/AAAAAAAAAfw/jpdS-3W1UOY/s320/ptgNineNobleVirtues.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-129086344046548744?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/129086344046548744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=129086344046548744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/129086344046548744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/129086344046548744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-memorial-day-pictures.html' title='Happy Memorial Day Pictures!'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/TAQGQ3v0XoI/AAAAAAAAAfg/QMgm3MKNYdg/s72-c/ptgArcher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-8328060095245948139</id><published>2010-05-31T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:55:05.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dadt'/><title type='text'>A Salute</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Or A Toast!&lt;br /&gt;Here are to all the gay men and women who protected my freedom and liberty when they weren't free and at liberty to announce to the world how wonderful they were in their full wholeness and sacred beauty!&lt;br /&gt;And here to our allies, all of the Black soldiers who came back from WWII only to find that the GI Bill was not going to help them buy houses because of their complexions.&lt;br /&gt;And the Asian Americans who could protect us because our government had locked them in camps for the duration.&lt;br /&gt;And the Indians who used their language as an unbreakable code.&lt;br /&gt;And Latino/as in uniform. May I learn more about them soon.&lt;br /&gt;I already know about the ladies from hell!! Go, Scots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-8328060095245948139?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8328060095245948139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=8328060095245948139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/8328060095245948139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/8328060095245948139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/salute.html' title='A Salute'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-1205808420064977916</id><published>2010-05-30T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T10:09:28.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabbath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggesting sites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escorting'/><title type='text'>24/7</title><content type='html'>Puh-leeze!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy that my favorite donut shop, Christie's, closes at 4:00. (So do almost all donut shops any more. Drat!)&lt;br /&gt;But that's one extreme. I have so often seen the other. People who claim to be interested in doing anything 24/7.&amp;nbsp; Well, pray unceasingly works for me. But, anything else? Not.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of slaves seeking Masters (safe and sane, consensual) on &lt;a href="http://www.slave4master.com/"&gt;http://www.slave4master.com/&lt;/a&gt; claim to want to be in that position 24/7.&amp;nbsp; And the newer ones even say that they're looking to be kept naked 24/7.&amp;nbsp; Speaking as a Daddy - a close relative of a Master, but not quite the same thing - that would bore me, I fear. And anybody's little precious who wants Maverick and I to totally support him? Hah! And, think about it, there isn't much work (especially outside of the home) that can be done when you are 24/7 naked.&amp;nbsp; I list these people in my mind as people who have never tried this thing and truely believe that their fantasies can become realities. That belief is fine, so long as you try out your fantasies gradually and know how long they are really interesting to you. &lt;br /&gt;And even then,&amp;nbsp; you need the one day a week off, or nearly off. The Sabbath.&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to be a good student at some rather serious live-in classes and retreats. I simply cannot be totally serious for more than about two days. Sorry, just cannot be done, by me.&lt;br /&gt;And be available 24 hours? &lt;br /&gt;Once (well, actually more than once for the basic story, but ...) I was called out of my bed to go visit an escorting client about an hour after bar closing. I was young and not quite as savvy as I am now. I went. I got through the gate security man and knocked and rang for a while on the prospective client's door. The security guard let me know that that, ugh, man (not a Mensch!) had races like this occaisionally, where he would hire two escorts and the one that got there quickest got the job and the other one got totally ignored. The guard was nice enough to ignore me, too, as I took several potted plants from the person's patio as payment for my trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Then, another time, this other guy that called me was a bit tipsy over the phone late, late at night. But I needed money and tipsy money spends, too. Well, he was drunker than I thought. Stayed awake long enough to buzz my car through the gate. Fell totally asleep before I got to the door and couldn't be woken up. And just driving up to the gate didn't activate it. I finally had to wait for the paper man to come in an hour or two later, and I drove out while the gate was still open. Whee! LOL, but true.&lt;br /&gt;So, kids, plan your days and hours&amp;nbsp;off as hard and as hardfastly as you plan your work hours. You owe it to yourself!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-1205808420064977916?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1205808420064977916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=1205808420064977916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1205808420064977916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1205808420064977916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/247.html' title='24/7'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-6523641005149100682</id><published>2010-05-28T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T19:33:36.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tao te ching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><title type='text'>Spirit of Leadership</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;"Good management is the art of making problems so interesting and their solutions so constructive that everyone wants to get to work and deal with them." - Paul Hawken &lt;br /&gt;“Act with a pure heart and the people will be transformed. Love your own life and the people will be uplifted. Give without conditions and the people will prosper. Want nothing and the people will find everything.” - Tao Te Ching, verse 57&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-6523641005149100682?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6523641005149100682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=6523641005149100682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6523641005149100682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6523641005149100682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/spirit-of-leadership.html' title='Spirit of Leadership'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-8316764890873122952</id><published>2010-05-26T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T19:49:03.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touch hunger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooperative wrestling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sacred Intimate'/><title type='text'>Cooperative Wrestling</title><content type='html'>First&amp;nbsp; you make sure that you are in a fairly large space with a nice, warm, fairly soft floor - more a carpet thing than cement. lol&lt;br /&gt;With an open minded partner.&lt;br /&gt;You agree that in order for both of&amp;nbsp; you to win, there must not be a winner in the usual terms. This is not real wrestling. This is not even staged wrestling, which is done cooperatively for the audience's amusement, etc. and is rehearsed. This is the two of you basically doing a free dance together, unrehearsed, taking turns as to whose pleasure is being focused on (unless you're with a Sacred Intimate, in which case you are both focused on the client's pleasure, but the SI enjoys it, too, anyway. lol )&lt;br /&gt;You come together in such a way that you are touching as much as you want to be. Then one person moves part of his body. Large movements work best in the beginning, IMHO. The other person&amp;nbsp;moves in&amp;nbsp; unison with that movement, then brings up an answering movement, which the first person moves with. No one moves without the other one moving as well. When you move with the other's movement, it doesn't have to be in&amp;nbsp; unison totally. You can add&amp;nbsp;a body rotation with it, or anything else that compliments that movement. &lt;br /&gt;Explore up and down and left and right, etc. &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't become wrestling for dominance or a sex act or naked twister, though it may at times look a lot like any of them.&lt;br /&gt;Examples: if you wind up at some point you wind up standing back to back with your backs touching. You can talk through your backs, shrugging and/or stretching and/or gently doing a bump together. Or you can use the preassure between your backs to slide down half way to the floor and then back up. Or you can slide down all the way onto the floor and roll to one side or the other. Etc.&lt;br /&gt;As I think I said yesterday, this is a wonderful treatment for touch hunger.&lt;br /&gt;Think outside the box! (pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;If you never try anything new, you'll just wind up doing the same old same old, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-8316764890873122952?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8316764890873122952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=8316764890873122952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/8316764890873122952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/8316764890873122952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/cooperative-wrestling.html' title='Cooperative Wrestling'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-3152008377407009174</id><published>2010-05-25T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T14:37:21.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touch hunger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Body Electric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sacred Intimate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='massage'/><title type='text'>A Whole Lotta Hugging</title><content type='html'>At Sunday's brunch, a&amp;nbsp; friendly acquaintance of mine asked me about a whole overnight&amp;nbsp;session of hugging and cuddling with an escort. I started to tell him that it would be possible to hire someone to do that, but that since he wanted overnight to expect an escort to charge him At Least $250 and that if he found one so inexpensively he would be within his rights to wonder why the escort was going to charge him so little. But then he broke in and clarified - He was wondering if he could be an escort specializing in just doing that. I had to tell him that it would not work. He would be lucky to make his advertising money back and break even. And he'd probably get several clients who would believe that he was offering more, but didn't want to admit it. When they got together with him, they would at least try to preassure him into doing something else with him as well.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I know what I should have let him know. Always the way, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of people who are touch hungry and would do well to find a professional way to get it handled.&lt;br /&gt;It's just not a job for an escort.&lt;br /&gt;And it would do better if they could satisfy themselves with an hour or two long session, or a series of them, rather than overnight. &lt;br /&gt;Many people have a masseur to help them with this problem. There is no reciprocity. But its legal and a lot less expensive. About $65 an hour for a good masseur in Houston.&lt;br /&gt;Or they may have a better solution by hiring a sexual healer. Reciprocal cuddling and discussion. The legality might be in question. And they need one who is trained in that kind of thing. A Body Electric trained Sacred Intimate like myself, for a good example.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I could cuddle with him after determining why he needs it and setting the intention that this would help him with that root cause.&lt;br /&gt;Or even better, still with intentionality, we could do something called Cooperative Wrestling. I love it. It helps me a lot more than just cuddling when I am being helped by another SI. And it can still be done with our swimsuits on, if necessary for some reason. But it's a bit complicated to explain at the end of this long a note.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;More soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-3152008377407009174?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3152008377407009174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=3152008377407009174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/3152008377407009174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/3152008377407009174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/whole-lotta-hugging.html' title='A Whole Lotta Hugging'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-1839720830721316516</id><published>2010-05-23T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T15:00:15.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pentecost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth'/><title type='text'>Pentecost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_mkUDjuz8I/AAAAAAAAAfY/PUpYtTUJmMc/s1600/ptgPentecost.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_mkUDjuz8I/AAAAAAAAAfY/PUpYtTUJmMc/s320/ptgPentecost.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sing inside me, please, Holy Spirit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Help me to do God's Will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Help me to do that which Jesus did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I lift my cup for more blessings and aid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is full to overflowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A simple thought and my cup is a bottomless stein.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Blessings and aid come to me so fast that my stein is still full&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even though the blessings flow through me and into the Earth, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Helping to heal the Earth itself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And all good men, women and children wo dwell upon it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank&amp;nbsp; you, Holy Spirit, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-1839720830721316516?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1839720830721316516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=1839720830721316516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1839720830721316516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1839720830721316516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/pentecost.html' title='Pentecost'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_mkUDjuz8I/AAAAAAAAAfY/PUpYtTUJmMc/s72-c/ptgPentecost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-6814906312472066047</id><published>2010-05-20T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T16:07:19.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bears'/><title type='text'>Teddy Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_W_YAG6TGI/AAAAAAAAAeo/jPtHDpIzFpY/s1600/ptgFurryWithNecklace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_W_YAG6TGI/AAAAAAAAAeo/jPtHDpIzFpY/s320/ptgFurryWithNecklace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_W_Sl3pXiI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Onazz4kZ-Gg/s1600/ptgFurryYoung.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_W_Sl3pXiI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Onazz4kZ-Gg/s320/ptgFurryYoung.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_W_3sNOn7I/AAAAAAAAAe4/01NBNZFW1dA/s1600/ptgFurryInBrown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_W_3sNOn7I/AAAAAAAAAe4/01NBNZFW1dA/s320/ptgFurryInBrown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our teddy bear is short and fat, Which is not to be wondered at, He gets what exercise he can By falling off the ottoman But generally seems to lack The energy to clamber back." - A. A. Milne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_XADX1VEZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/FXexiVfBtoM/s1600/ptgFurryWithEaring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_XADX1VEZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/FXexiVfBtoM/s320/ptgFurryWithEaring.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_XATRmPQwI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/EqRDkxYWoy8/s1600/ptgFurryWithBeautyMark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_XATRmPQwI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/EqRDkxYWoy8/s320/ptgFurryWithBeautyMark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bears love to hug. For me, being a bear is a choice of quantity or quality. If you can look in your mirror and be happy with what you are, be proud of who you are, including the extra avoir du pois, the fact that you are zoftig and willingly accept that you are marching to a different drummer, one whose beat may make you die before you might, get to Heaven sooner, and accept that God has known before you were born how soon&amp;nbsp; you would be moving into your Heavenly mansion and be available for whatever s/he has planned for you next, then you can be a bear in your heart, whether or not you are furry. (But we do have other love-words for bears who are neither fat or furry.) &lt;br /&gt;Nope, I'm not a body facist. It's just that, whoops!, I don't have any very heavy furries in my backlog. Maybe I'll look for some tomorrow. (Licks lips.)&lt;br /&gt;Cubs, if you are looking for the bears this weekend, and you're having trouble finding them, know you then that many of the bears of Houston and their friends are down on Galveston island. For details, visit the Houston Area Bears site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-6814906312472066047?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6814906312472066047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=6814906312472066047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6814906312472066047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6814906312472066047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/teddy-bear.html' title='Teddy Bear'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_W_YAG6TGI/AAAAAAAAAeo/jPtHDpIzFpY/s72-c/ptgFurryWithNecklace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-7909660103120541262</id><published>2010-05-20T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T15:51:54.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quan Yin'/><title type='text'>Quan Yin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_W8gHIOn-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/DEBPa8pgc9Q/s1600/ptgQuanYin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_W8gHIOn-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/DEBPa8pgc9Q/s320/ptgQuanYin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_W8pTMLt8I/AAAAAAAAAeY/1drz32zjJ_M/s1600/ptgQuanYinOnDragon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_W8pTMLt8I/AAAAAAAAAeY/1drz32zjJ_M/s320/ptgQuanYinOnDragon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Giving Mercy, Quan Yin turned back at the entrance to Nirvana to spend time helping those who need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-7909660103120541262?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7909660103120541262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=7909660103120541262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7909660103120541262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7909660103120541262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/quan-yin.html' title='Quan Yin'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_W8gHIOn-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/DEBPa8pgc9Q/s72-c/ptgQuanYin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-1166652682438289977</id><published>2010-05-19T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T06:41:42.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary'/><title type='text'>Maria Regina Coeli</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_PqG2qrInI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ptT3Ur9p3q4/s1600/ptgMaryQueenOfHeaven.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_PqG2qrInI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ptT3Ur9p3q4/s320/ptgMaryQueenOfHeaven.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_PqKtaewzI/AAAAAAAAAeA/O2LLr5mXo0c/s1600/ptgMaryQueenOfHeaven2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_PqKtaewzI/AAAAAAAAAeA/O2LLr5mXo0c/s320/ptgMaryQueenOfHeaven2.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mary, Queen of Heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what's gotten me into this kick of sacred pictures this week, but I'm enjoying it while it lasts. I hope that you are, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-1166652682438289977?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1166652682438289977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=1166652682438289977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1166652682438289977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1166652682438289977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/maria-regina-coeli.html' title='Maria Regina Coeli'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_PqG2qrInI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ptT3Ur9p3q4/s72-c/ptgMaryQueenOfHeaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-3217013278627181099</id><published>2010-05-18T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T10:02:35.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggesting other blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Spirit'/><title type='text'>White Buffalo Calf Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_LH1tPDHOI/AAAAAAAAAdo/gRTry3kRi4E/s1600/ptgIndianPrayerDawn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_LH1tPDHOI/AAAAAAAAAdo/gRTry3kRi4E/s320/ptgIndianPrayerDawn.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_LH6sT9sFI/AAAAAAAAAdw/QO9b2v0XqEQ/s1600/ptgWhiteBuffaloCalfWoman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_LH6sT9sFI/AAAAAAAAAdw/QO9b2v0XqEQ/s320/ptgWhiteBuffaloCalfWoman.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have surprised me. No one is sure what The Great Spirit looks like, I suppose, but I went image searching for him and many of the pictures were actually White Buffalo Calf Woman. The Dawn is from a myspace page. The White Buffalo Calf Woman is from &lt;a href="http://archetypicalspiritualpsychology.com/native_american_wisdom"&gt;http://archetypicalspiritualpsychology.com/native_american_wisdom&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-3217013278627181099?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3217013278627181099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=3217013278627181099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/3217013278627181099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/3217013278627181099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/white-buffalo-calf-woman.html' title='White Buffalo Calf Woman'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_LH1tPDHOI/AAAAAAAAAdo/gRTry3kRi4E/s72-c/ptgIndianPrayerDawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-6048001906227883809</id><published>2010-05-18T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T09:44:34.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggesting other blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harem'/><title type='text'>Hot Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_LCD4X9VPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/aqKjlxlAxEU/s1600/ptgHarem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_LCD4X9VPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/aqKjlxlAxEU/s320/ptgHarem.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Illustrated by &lt;a href="http://www.emackinations.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.emackinations.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;, where I almost always find hot pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What kind of a fantasy does this bring up in you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I want (and Mav usually agrees, though most of these look a bit young to interest him) want to have a part time slave with whom I get into trouble if I don't fuck him two or three times a week.&amp;nbsp; So far, Mav and I are still working off of my old days as an escort. Our sessions are rarely past two hours yet, but I can dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I also dream sometimes that its not just one slave or even perhaps some little ones (at least 26 years old, thank you) who are even Leather inclined, maybe, but who hang out around here sexy and nude for various reasons and want attention from me as well as each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, maybe this is a picture of a day when all of the harem unexpectedly show&amp;nbsp; up at once and Mav and I have to call Kevin over to help satisfy all of the bottoms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Or maybe it a picture of the Bottom Scouts, to whom I am a trainer in how to handle themselves in gay society, a cross between their troop leader and their coming out mother, perhaps. Next week we'll go on a camping trip by a secluded mountain lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Etc.!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, again, what would your favorite fantasy about this group be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-6048001906227883809?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6048001906227883809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=6048001906227883809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6048001906227883809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6048001906227883809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/hot-fantasy.html' title='Hot Fantasy'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_LCD4X9VPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/aqKjlxlAxEU/s72-c/ptgHarem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-648517615583308791</id><published>2010-05-17T06:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T06:32:07.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><title type='text'>A Variety of Quotes</title><content type='html'>"A dame that knows the ropes isn't likely to get tied up." - Mae West&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"For everything that lives is holy." - William Blake &lt;br /&gt;"You've got to be willing to give up good to get great." - Kenny Rogers &lt;br /&gt;"Welcome aboard, Miss Ginger!" - Daddy Blade (Check out &lt;a href="http://missgingergrant.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://missgingergrant.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-648517615583308791?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/648517615583308791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=648517615583308791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/648517615583308791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/648517615583308791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/variety-of-quotes.html' title='A Variety of Quotes'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-7205145942371061511</id><published>2010-05-17T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T06:18:56.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Easter pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_FArtLO4xI/AAAAAAAAAdY/4uySXagIi9E/s1600/ptgResurrection.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_FArtLO4xI/AAAAAAAAAdY/4uySXagIi9E/s320/ptgResurrection.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First I searched for Easter images. Almost all of them were bunnies or eggs or bunnies and eggs. There were some religious ones, about one out of twenty. And about one out of ten sacred pictures were of the cross, celebrating the price instead of the gift, as I said the other day. And the other one was Jesus, but He was just standing there on any unspecified day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, I searched resurrection pics. So many of them that said that they would be jpegs weren't. Including a wonderful picture that tempted me to try several times on different sites which showed Jesus pretty in all pink standing over some (sleeping?) Roman soldiers and&amp;nbsp;a great art piece that showed one of my favorite Easter stories - the one where one of the Marys is asking Jesus, whom she thinks is the gardner, where they have taken Jesus' body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, while this one is handsome I know its a bit conservative but it's the first one that opened as a jpeg. You still get the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-7205145942371061511?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7205145942371061511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=7205145942371061511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7205145942371061511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7205145942371061511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/easter-pic.html' title='Easter pic'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_FArtLO4xI/AAAAAAAAAdY/4uySXagIi9E/s72-c/ptgResurrection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-3404132049000006368</id><published>2010-05-16T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T15:02:56.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acension'/><title type='text'>Acension Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_BqkEgFOII/AAAAAAAAAdI/X_S4I6hTMck/s1600/ptgAcension.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_BqkEgFOII/AAAAAAAAAdI/X_S4I6hTMck/s320/ptgAcension.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_BqoQwk45I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Wy2pRHLtDGI/s1600/ptgAcensionByDali.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_BqoQwk45I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Wy2pRHLtDGI/s320/ptgAcensionByDali.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had thought that I wanted to post some pictures of the Holy Ghost today, but then I remembered that this is the feast of the Acension and next Sunday is Pentecost. So, I decided to run with the one and wait for the other (if I can, I am somewhat excited about this) until next Sunday. I was rewarded, though. If you look at the one by Dali - and if you can't tell which one is by Dali, I am sorely surprised - carefully you can see the white bird, one of the traditional symbols of the Holy Ghost. So, I did post one today after all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-3404132049000006368?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3404132049000006368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=3404132049000006368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/3404132049000006368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/3404132049000006368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/acension-pictures.html' title='Acension Pictures'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S_BqkEgFOII/AAAAAAAAAdI/X_S4I6hTMck/s72-c/ptgAcension.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-831360226786773034</id><published>2010-05-15T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T08:50:56.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ressurection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cross'/><title type='text'>Crucifix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-7CreL0VqI/AAAAAAAAAdA/NiVDKVyfOl0/s1600/ptgCrossBy+MingOutOf+LVBags.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-7CreL0VqI/AAAAAAAAAdA/NiVDKVyfOl0/s320/ptgCrossBy+MingOutOf+LVBags.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, while I do honor it, I don't dwell too much on the crucifixtion. The real story that weekend, the best gift I've ever received or could receive, is the resurrection.&amp;nbsp; When someone gives me a gift and leaves the price tag on, I generally take it off and try to forget what it said. That way it doesn't color my appreciation of the gift. It doesn't become the definition of the gift. It doesn't become more important than the gift.&amp;nbsp; I'm afraid that some people get stuck on Good Friday and don't quite make it to Easter. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, putting up those pictures yesterday, well, for some reason it made me want to put up an interesting picture of a crucifix. After all, from where I'm typing I can see two, one that was my father's and one that my little sister brought back from Mexico for me many, many moons ago.&lt;br /&gt;And I found this!&lt;br /&gt;The raw material, cut Louis Vuitton handbags, was worth thousands even before it was transformed by artist R. Lloyd Ming. And the collector that just bought it won't disclose how much he paid for it, but the ettalier (?), anyway, the guy who sold it to him did say that he got a deal because of the economy.&amp;nbsp; So, what's more important here? The image or the funding around it? lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-831360226786773034?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/831360226786773034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=831360226786773034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/831360226786773034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/831360226786773034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/crucifix.html' title='Crucifix'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-7CreL0VqI/AAAAAAAAAdA/NiVDKVyfOl0/s72-c/ptgCrossBy+MingOutOf+LVBags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-4459149799672222224</id><published>2010-05-14T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T14:18:04.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michalangelo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saint Sebastian'/><title type='text'>Note to Michelangelo et al</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, save yourselves the postage! Do not send your artwork to the Twin Cities 2010 Pride art show. No, keep the David home, and all of those paintings the rest of you did about St. Sebastian. Just look at the painting - gorgeous work - that was turned down by them as being too erotic. (See&amp;nbsp;note below.) &amp;nbsp;Yes, I know that "Mansweat" an oil by Mark DeBauch doesn't even show the young man's&amp;nbsp; - oh, what is the PC word right now? - package, but maybe the committee was too mesmerized by the artist's last name to think clearly? LOL Oh, puhleeze, Mary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Below, two neighbors (of each other), both in Florence. The one you don't know is The Martyrdom of Saint Sebastian done in about 1450 by Antonio and Piero del Pollaiuolo (brothers, mostly Antonio) &lt;em&gt;for a chapel!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-28k3uyLeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/uQIc-BF8v34/s1600/ptgSaintSebastianByPollaiuolo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-28k3uyLeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/uQIc-BF8v34/s320/ptgSaintSebastianByPollaiuolo.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ok, now, the only copy I've seen of the&amp;nbsp;Mansweat is at&amp;nbsp; Boy Culture and its a bitmap, which I can't show, but do yourself a favor and hurry on over to &lt;a href="http://boyculture.typepad.com/boy_culture/"&gt;http://boyculture.typepad.com/boy_culture/&lt;/a&gt; and see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-25KCw2SFI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Tbd1FUiQEU8/s1600/ptgThe+David.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-25KCw2SFI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Tbd1FUiQEU8/s320/ptgThe+David.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-4459149799672222224?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4459149799672222224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=4459149799672222224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4459149799672222224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4459149799672222224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/note-to-michelangelo-et-al.html' title='Note to Michelangelo et al'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-28k3uyLeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/uQIc-BF8v34/s72-c/ptgSaintSebastianByPollaiuolo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-2338955405099012930</id><published>2010-05-13T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T06:21:23.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullying'/><title type='text'>Duckling Against Bullying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-v8fErEU5I/AAAAAAAAAco/DKxDWOSMVyc/s1600/ptgBlondDucklingJoke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-v8fErEU5I/AAAAAAAAAco/DKxDWOSMVyc/s320/ptgBlondDucklingJoke.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next school year our play against bullying for grades K - 4 will be The Ugly Duckling. This hit me as funny and apropos to that. So, yeah, its actually a chickie. oops. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-2338955405099012930?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2338955405099012930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=2338955405099012930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/2338955405099012930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/2338955405099012930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/duckling-against-bullying.html' title='Duckling Against Bullying'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-v8fErEU5I/AAAAAAAAAco/DKxDWOSMVyc/s72-c/ptgBlondDucklingJoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-7746844284765788532</id><published>2010-05-12T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T15:13:58.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-snrWhgkbI/AAAAAAAAAcg/upx23ok3zB4/s1600/ptgBoundAngel.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-snrWhgkbI/AAAAAAAAAcg/upx23ok3zB4/s320/ptgBoundAngel.bmp" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's like coming back into focus and up to speed on the schedule after I took an unplanned week and a half off of work, which it actually would be&amp;nbsp; but I was able to get some things done even as bad as I felt for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Lord, If you can't give me any more time, how about some more strength?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-7746844284765788532?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7746844284765788532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=7746844284765788532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7746844284765788532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7746844284765788532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch UP'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-snrWhgkbI/AAAAAAAAAcg/upx23ok3zB4/s72-c/ptgBoundAngel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-1813338419274274084</id><published>2010-05-10T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T17:59:05.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rosary'/><title type='text'>Flag Clothes/ Rosary</title><content type='html'>American flag clothing bothered me when it first started out. But that's been, what, two or three decades?&lt;br /&gt;What still bothers me is people using a rosary like it's only jewelery!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-1813338419274274084?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1813338419274274084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=1813338419274274084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1813338419274274084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1813338419274274084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/flag-clothes-rosary.html' title='Flag Clothes/ Rosary'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-5028148552815305073</id><published>2010-05-09T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T15:44:10.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-c5kz8Lg0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/wuSI4sNtXu0/s1600/ptgDameMargaretII.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-c5kz8Lg0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/wuSI4sNtXu0/s320/ptgDameMargaretII.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-c5q9Ki54I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ULZSOi_Pk3E/s1600/ptgMarionLorne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-c5q9Ki54I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ULZSOi_Pk3E/s320/ptgMarionLorne.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-c5zoBA5UI/AAAAAAAAAcY/9982a83KPho/s1600/ptgBettyWhite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-c5zoBA5UI/AAAAAAAAAcY/9982a83KPho/s320/ptgBettyWhite.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dame Margaret Rutherford, Marian Lorne and Betty White? Roll them all together and she was a bit like that, my Mom, a well known and respected librarian. She taught me "as long as you're happy." But she more importantly taught me, "The absolutely worst thing that you can ever say to anyone is Shut Up." Here's to you, Maggie!! (And to you, too, Joyce, Mav's Mom who accepted me into the family so easily and completely.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-5028148552815305073?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5028148552815305073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=5028148552815305073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/5028148552815305073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/5028148552815305073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-c5kz8Lg0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/wuSI4sNtXu0/s72-c/ptgDameMargaretII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-4514018261377204691</id><published>2010-05-08T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T16:25:10.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='during a migraine'/><title type='text'>Hopefully Normal Here Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-Xyx0SGccI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Ppjs96xiYew/s1600/ptgBirdOfParadiseInAss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-Xyx0SGccI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Ppjs96xiYew/s320/ptgBirdOfParadiseInAss.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The light sensitivity seems almost over. (Of course, I haven't been outside all day. LOL) So, I hope that things will be back to normal on this blog quite soon. I really hope by Monday evening.&amp;nbsp; Love to all and thanks for your patience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-4514018261377204691?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4514018261377204691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=4514018261377204691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4514018261377204691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4514018261377204691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/hopefully-normal-here-soon.html' title='Hopefully Normal Here Soon'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-Xyx0SGccI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Ppjs96xiYew/s72-c/ptgBirdOfParadiseInAss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-4262913595576474418</id><published>2010-05-06T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T12:33:29.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='during a migraine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday School'/><title type='text'>Apology for Nonappearance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-MYFzwPpaI/AAAAAAAAAb4/HqM_k--U6aI/s1600/ptgBedAndApple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-MYFzwPpaI/AAAAAAAAAb4/HqM_k--U6aI/s320/ptgBedAndApple.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't remember where I found this pic, so I can't credit it correctly right now. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;Bed and apple. Well, bed, where I have been spending much of the last week. Last Wednesday I came down with what I thought was my first ever migraine. Over the weekend, I even had problems with glare enough that I am still, to be safe, wearing dark glasses right now. I was wrong and I gave two infections time to become rather serious infections. One in my sinuses and one in my left ear. I was able to work a cleaning job last Thursday as it became worse and then again, finally, today, as it becomes better. Another, rather light cleaning job tomorrow morning, and then I really have to be in fairly good shape as I have a play to do for a school. One on an important problem - bullying. &lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, I asked my small Sunday School class at MCC in any of them had ever been bullied and they all raised their hands. They all make me proud to work with them in so many ways, so that was a sorry sight for me. But understandable. But, hopefully, gradually preventable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-4262913595576474418?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4262913595576474418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=4262913595576474418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4262913595576474418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4262913595576474418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/apology-for-nonappearance.html' title='Apology for Nonappearance'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S-MYFzwPpaI/AAAAAAAAAb4/HqM_k--U6aI/s72-c/ptgBedAndApple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-6516630495261428035</id><published>2010-05-04T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T08:36:44.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='during a migraine'/><title type='text'>Replenish</title><content type='html'>"The man or woman who turns to God is like a tree planted by a stream. What they share with the world is replenished from a source beyond themselves, so they never run dry." - Harold Kushner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-6516630495261428035?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6516630495261428035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=6516630495261428035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6516630495261428035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6516630495261428035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/replenish.html' title='Replenish'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-7925556165339995460</id><published>2010-05-01T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:07:53.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taoist Erotic Massage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pranayama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='krias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Body Electric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sacred Intimate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='massage'/><title type='text'>Massage Breakthroughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S9yKC_GgF8I/AAAAAAAAAbo/C91KudhI1kM/s1600/ptgButtOnHayBales.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S9yKC_GgF8I/AAAAAAAAAbo/C91KudhI1kM/s320/ptgButtOnHayBales.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was one of the first gay masseurs in Houston, back before the state started certifying masseurs. I was one of the guys, it felt like, who first got the gay community here to take seriously the fact that a massage was good for them and felt good and not just an excuse for sex.&amp;nbsp; I was quite adamant that I had not spent a good bit of time and money going to massage school to just become a less expensive version of what I already had been. &lt;br /&gt;You know, I was wrong? Well, at least for my own work.&lt;br /&gt;I still, as I mentioned yesterday, go to this wonderful masseur who is paranoid about never seeing or touching you penis. And he is one of the best things in the world for my muscles.&lt;br /&gt;And I have gone to masseurs where their "massage" was just a good excuse for me to fuck them and did nothing for my poor, aching back. Definitely not my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;For my work? Well, for one thing, you are going to get a real, dynamite massage. And even if you pay me for&amp;nbsp;a one hour session, you will have trouble getting on and then off my table under an hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;Because after the massage part is over, &amp;nbsp;I don't really mind it, though it might make me wonder why not, if one of my clients doesn't want a happy ending. But I still know so many good massage moves, and I hate leaving one muscle jealous of the attention another one got.&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't mind putting a happy ending onto my massages. Or even throwing a good fuck into a client, along with maybe a little leather play. And it's not just tacked onto the end, it's physcially flirted at all the way through. &lt;br /&gt;Though you are Not Allowed with making me quietly upset to skip any part of the massage and go right to what you think is the paydirt. It's not.&lt;br /&gt;Some of you are not going to take me seriously on this, hell I have trouble&amp;nbsp;getting most of my clients&amp;nbsp;to take it seriously,&amp;nbsp;but I am not joking, there is so, so much more&amp;nbsp; I can give my clients if they want something nowhere near what they might think of as actual sex. Body Electric has taught me how to do Taoist Erotic Massage&amp;nbsp; or Anal Massage (and those are not the only things they've taught me how to do for my clients). But that depends on the client being willing to follow my lead on pranayama (breathing) and to give up the idea of a liquid ejaculation in favor of krias, dry ejaculations which allow the male client to have multiple ejaculations, and wondrous visions. Yes, you can get all that and more from a Sacred Intimate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-7925556165339995460?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7925556165339995460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=7925556165339995460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7925556165339995460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7925556165339995460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/05/massage-breakthroughs.html' title='Massage Breakthroughs'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S9yKC_GgF8I/AAAAAAAAAbo/C91KudhI1kM/s72-c/ptgButtOnHayBales.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-9213421086162759669</id><published>2010-04-30T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T09:27:06.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taoist Erotic Massage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='massage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gout'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a great dentist - Ben Pearson (and, yes, that's his real name). I go to a Nurse Practitioner at a free clinic for my gout and other problems. They have a series of tests there that I'll take sometime that check you on basically everything. I haven't really had a full checkup since about 1980. I do not get massaged regularly enough. Either Taoist Erotic or Swedish. Other main cities have tantric groups which you can attend. To the best of my knowledge, Houston doesn't. My Swedish masseur is soo totally nonerotic that he won't even do&amp;nbsp; your abdominals. But he has a wonderful, deep touch. We've been going to him for years and I do miss the old days when we could afford to go every other week.&amp;nbsp;Right now, with this achy body that the migraine left me with, God, how I would love to go to him!! Ah, well, I'm getting better slowly on my own and I am sure that I will be all the way well in time to teach Sunday School this Sunday - I always teach the 7 - 9 year olds every first Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-9213421086162759669?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/9213421086162759669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=9213421086162759669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/9213421086162759669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/9213421086162759669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-great-dentist-ben-pearson-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-6823167522161907826</id><published>2010-04-29T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T07:38:00.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David Dust has to Clean House</title><content type='html'>I'll probably loose my connection from David Dust. If you have been coming here from there, please be&amp;nbsp; sure to sign up to follow me or book mark me or something.&lt;br /&gt;Blogger has told Mr. Dust that he only has 72 hours to clean up issues they have with his delightful blog or loose his advertising. Having read some of their rules myself, he may have to cut off links to any adult blogs. And we're not going to quit talking about the intersection of sex and spirit anytime or bowldlerize (I probably spelled that&amp;nbsp;wrong.)&amp;nbsp;it or quit illustrating it anytime soon that we know of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-6823167522161907826?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6823167522161907826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=6823167522161907826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6823167522161907826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6823167522161907826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/david-dust-has-to-clean-house.html' title='David Dust has to Clean House'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-6710170435280322419</id><published>2010-04-28T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T16:01:28.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggesting other blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dadt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chaplains'/><title type='text'>Chaplains To Commend</title><content type='html'>“As military chaplains, we routinely work with service members whose faith traditions and belief systems are different from ours. The idea that repeal of DADT will infringe on our religious liberty is insulting to all the serving chaplains who professionally minister to and with people of diverse beliefs every day,” said Captain John F. Gundlach, a retired Chaplain of the U.S. Navy. “It is time to realize that bigotry – not one’s sexual orientation – is incompatible with military service. It’s time for gay Americans to be able to serve our country proudly and openly, with continued courage, honor, and commitment.”&lt;br /&gt;You may have heard that&amp;nbsp;a group of chaplains, mostly retired, put out a statement against the repeal of DADT. Well&amp;nbsp;a larger group of chaplains, mostly still working, put out the above, which IMHO is much more worthy of a group of religious men.&lt;br /&gt;And this is the first story I've lifted off of Joe.My.God. Thanks, mate.&lt;br /&gt;And, some of you may be wondering why I haven't written more on what I started two days ago. Waalll, yesterday I had some of the worst allergies I've ever had. I wondered if it might be from the burn off of that oil slick. If so, I do not mind it. Then today it morphed into my very first migraine. Now I can be more understanding when one of our dog walking clients has hers. Still, I didn't want to write anything that would require a lot of thought on my part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-6710170435280322419?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6710170435280322419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=6710170435280322419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6710170435280322419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6710170435280322419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/chaplains-to-commend.html' title='Chaplains To Commend'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-4784998847499102837</id><published>2010-04-27T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:28:19.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><title type='text'>Cool, unruffled hope</title><content type='html'>"Nothing gives one person so much advantage over another as to remain always cool and unruffled under all circumstances." - Thomas Jefferson &lt;br /&gt;"In the face of uncertainty there is nothing wrong with hope." - Carl and Stephanie Simonton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-4784998847499102837?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4784998847499102837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=4784998847499102837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4784998847499102837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4784998847499102837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/cool-unruffled-hope.html' title='Cool, unruffled hope'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-1535061599063872243</id><published>2010-04-26T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T13:54:21.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complimentary medicene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sacred Intimate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='massage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triplets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reiki'/><title type='text'>Revisiting the Basics</title><content type='html'>My first entry on this blog was named Down To Basics. It's gotten more comments and other compliments (most of them by email drat it!) than any other of my notes. But it was a good, long time ago. So, bringing its subject lines up to date:&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not good at journaling. Except on here. This works for me that way, and I don't get the feeling that these notes can only work for me. I don't feel I'm doing Mastaburtory Theater here. Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you read here rings true for me in my spirit, soul, heart, mind. But I do warn you, I do lie to you sometimes. The important part of the truth is still there. The intention is sound. But, as a wise man once said (I think it was a man.) whenever anyone says anything to you, take it in and taste it. If it doesn't taste true to you, then no matter how well documented it is, it's not true for you. I hope that this blog tastes true to you, but metaphors, sometimes ... At any rate, don't try to arrest me on the basis of the blog, since I may have actually lied to you that day.&lt;br /&gt;I spend a lot of time, both on here and off, exploring the intersection between sex and spirit. Very Taoist.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been actively seeking people who need my healing, though there are people I have healed while you and I have been talking these many moons, gentle reader. And if my words have helped to heal you, then there's another reason for God to send me joy in my soul. After all, "God's love has willed my joy in all" - Thomas Merton.&lt;br /&gt;Am I alternative or complimentary medicene as I tell the IRS each year. Well, no. I'm only half of that because I personally don't will that I be my clients alternative to traditional Western medicene. Well, yes, because I do will that I be complimentary medicene for them.&lt;br /&gt;So I am a Sacred Intimate, which is mainly a sexual healer, but that's certainly not all that is tied up in there. We S.I.s have been called an equivalent to psychiatrists in a way, only they approach you through your mind and won't touch you and we approach you mostly through your body and will.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a Reiki Master Teacher, which, in my linneage, is a step higher than a Reiki Master.&lt;br /&gt;And I am a retired Escort. It took me quite a while to admit that I am retired from that, but it got in the way of my being an S.I.&lt;br /&gt;And I am trained in massage therapy - Swedish, basically - and had a certificate to do that from the great state of Texas until when I was 49 they found out about my escorting by having a morals cop lie to me. Lieing is so moral, don't ya know? LOL&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know when to shut up sometimes, but I'm getting just a bit shorter winded so that some of you will be more interested in following what I'm saying, so I'll continue this soon. I think I've only gotten about a third of the way through that first post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S9X8-N3W8pI/AAAAAAAAAbY/DsVnUF4fICY/s1600/ptgTripletsHard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S9X8-N3W8pI/AAAAAAAAAbY/DsVnUF4fICY/s320/ptgTripletsHard.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We need some spice. Here's an illustration of a group of triplets from &lt;a href="http://nudetwins.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://nudetwins.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-1535061599063872243?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1535061599063872243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=1535061599063872243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1535061599063872243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1535061599063872243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/revisiting-basics.html' title='Revisiting the Basics'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S9X8-N3W8pI/AAAAAAAAAbY/DsVnUF4fICY/s72-c/ptgTripletsHard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-6441496433637713873</id><published>2010-04-25T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T07:58:47.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cher's New Farewell Tour!</title><content type='html'>Face it! Cher's actual farewell tour will be a large urn, highly decorated, designed by Bob Mackie if he's still this side of Heaven, and three or four top notch Cher impersonators. The lady, of course, will be ashes inside the urn. And isn't that the way it should be, really? I think so. And I hope it doesn't happen for another ten years, at least. You go, girl!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-6441496433637713873?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6441496433637713873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=6441496433637713873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6441496433637713873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6441496433637713873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/chers-new-farewell-tour.html' title='Cher&apos;s New Farewell Tour!'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-4251286120291270719</id><published>2010-04-23T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T16:38:27.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katchinas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly lliberator'/><title type='text'>The Silly Liberator</title><content type='html'>Not that the liberator is silly. Though I am. But that I want to liberate the silly in other people. Too many people are either too serious or too cynical any more. It's even snuck into the comics pages. Do be silly! Silly can help promote good manners. Silly can bridge the gap between philosophies and politics. It can help energize a blah day when you've given up on anything else ever dragging you awake and giving you some positive energy. I have a word, a made up word, it doesn't mean anything, but its so much fun to say, it usually calms me down and makes me feel better. Get yourself one of those. Sing silly songs you make up as&amp;nbsp; you go along. This is not unrealistic, people. The world, nature, angels, etc., etc., are not always serious. La, lalala! Go for it. You can do it. Let the mud head katsinas inspire you. Whee! &lt;br /&gt;OK, Google them&amp;nbsp;- another&amp;nbsp;alternate spelling is katchinas - or you can wait for me to explain them some day. &lt;br /&gt;Get out there and get silly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-4251286120291270719?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4251286120291270719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=4251286120291270719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4251286120291270719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4251286120291270719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/silly-liberator.html' title='The Silly Liberator'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-291784424426682232</id><published>2010-04-21T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T05:53:55.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See you up there!</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine died this week. I just found out about it. We could have been closer since he lived most of the time in Seattle. As you know, I don't give out real names on this blog and I'm not going to give out a fake name just to say goodbye. He&amp;nbsp;might not like that as he asked that there be no services in either Seattle or Houston. But he was the only druid that I knew that I knew. So, here's a salute to you, sir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-291784424426682232?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/291784424426682232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=291784424426682232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/291784424426682232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/291784424426682232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/see-you-up-there.html' title='See you up there!'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-6499116695596566176</id><published>2010-04-20T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T16:35:45.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><title type='text'>One of Kevin's Weddings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S842KBRtm_I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Pit1AEvjdAY/s1600/Photo0154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S842KBRtm_I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Pit1AEvjdAY/s320/Photo0154.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S841kuoUF8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/r3YfZ-PMHEI/s1600/Photo0155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S841kuoUF8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/r3YfZ-PMHEI/s320/Photo0155.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OK, So you have to twist your head a bit to see these things upright. Your head has done worse things with things standing upright, as my seesters might say. These are flowers which my friend Kevin did for a wedding this weekend. He did the cake, too, dahlink. Haven't seen the cake yet, but knowing his cakes - &amp;nbsp;wonderful, adorable, ready to impress all your guests, and you, too. In fact, he got such a nice thank you note from the mother of the bride that it would make&amp;nbsp; you blush if you had never blushed before. And Kevin doesn't blush very much, so I know from where I am speaking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And, no, Kevin isn't his real name. It is his name on this blog, though. If you can think you can afford him to work for you, which means at least $500&amp;nbsp; up to ten times that much and more, contact me and I will get you together with him. And he can cater, too. In fact, if you want like a latch key party, the kind where he takes complete care of it and all&amp;nbsp; you have to do is show up with your guests? No sweat, baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am so proud of him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-6499116695596566176?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6499116695596566176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=6499116695596566176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6499116695596566176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6499116695596566176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/ok-so-you-have-to-twist-your-head-bit.html' title='One of Kevin&apos;s Weddings'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S842KBRtm_I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Pit1AEvjdAY/s72-c/Photo0154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-3447456140090964070</id><published>2010-04-18T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T15:31:37.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><title type='text'>Asume a Confident Pose!</title><content type='html'>"It is best in the theatre to act with confidence no matter how little right you have to it." - Lillian Hollman &lt;br /&gt;And, of course, the theater is not the only place where that is true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S8uIM4hUZvI/AAAAAAAAAbA/_03OvPAuRWo/s1600/ptgGreekMasksGolden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S8uIM4hUZvI/AAAAAAAAAbA/_03OvPAuRWo/s320/ptgGreekMasksGolden.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-3447456140090964070?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3447456140090964070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=3447456140090964070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/3447456140090964070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/3447456140090964070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/asume-confident-pose.html' title='Asume a Confident Pose!'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S8uIM4hUZvI/AAAAAAAAAbA/_03OvPAuRWo/s72-c/ptgGreekMasksGolden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-6598874750178148377</id><published>2010-04-18T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T15:18:10.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recommending live theater'/><title type='text'>Late Night Catechism</title><content type='html'>I've just become the play reviewer for The Montrose Gem, which comes out every two weeks. The issue with my first collumn should be out this Friday. ( I used to do this kind of thing for five years in the '80s.) Loyal and I went to Late Night Catechism 3: Till Death Do Us Part with Denise Fennell as the nun. I don't want to scoop myself, so not many details right now. But we loved it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-6598874750178148377?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6598874750178148377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=6598874750178148377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6598874750178148377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6598874750178148377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/late-night-catechism.html' title='Late Night Catechism'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-5694039277650594113</id><published>2010-04-17T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T07:12:37.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullying'/><title type='text'>How To Stop It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S8m-2vy6LjI/AAAAAAAAAa4/TeAERWREawg/s1600/ptgMuscleButtInForest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S8m-2vy6LjI/AAAAAAAAAa4/TeAERWREawg/s320/ptgMuscleButtInForest.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous! Isn't he? Oh, yeah. Did he ever get bullied in school? (For that matter, does he ever get bullied now?) No way to tell.&lt;br /&gt;The first and most important thing to remember is that bullying isn't about the victim. The victim did nothing wrong except be himself. Unless the&amp;nbsp; bully is bullying him because he bullied, or judged, or cheated, the bully first. Which can happen, of course, but usually is not the reason someone is bullied. If there is any reason, it is inside the bully. And he is reacting to it in an incorrect manner. There's nothing wrong with being&amp;nbsp; yourself. Variety and diversity are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;So, how to deal with a bully? &lt;br /&gt;First, stay calm. The best defense in this case is definitely not a good offence. That will get you nowhere good.&lt;br /&gt;Then, three warnings and an action. And don't go into this list any further than you need to. Bullies are real people and we can help them tame themselves and become friends. It's possible. And, if it's possible, just walk away from the problem.&lt;br /&gt;First warning =&amp;nbsp; Please stop. I don't think that's very funny.&lt;br /&gt;Second warning = Please stop. You're hurting my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Third warning&amp;nbsp; = You and I obviously have a problem with each other. Do you think we can talk it out alone or do we need to get an adult to help us? (Remember that this comes from me writing plays about this for children. Feel free to change the word adult to something else, though I wouldn't change it to "cop" until you've tried some lesser authority figures first.)&lt;br /&gt;Action: Go find that authority figure.&lt;br /&gt;In another scenario, if you are walking along and you see someone, whether you know them or not, being bullied, walk over and try to help them walk out of it. If not, follow the plan above.&lt;br /&gt;May peaceful blessings be with you and yours today and always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-5694039277650594113?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5694039277650594113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=5694039277650594113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/5694039277650594113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/5694039277650594113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-to-stop-it.html' title='How To Stop It'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S8m-2vy6LjI/AAAAAAAAAa4/TeAERWREawg/s72-c/ptgMuscleButtInForest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-4075716868607199560</id><published>2010-04-15T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T05:53:58.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullying'/><title type='text'>Day of Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S8cJvZtBNjI/AAAAAAAAAaw/R--nKMEv1xA/s1600/ptgDayOfSilence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S8cJvZtBNjI/AAAAAAAAAaw/R--nKMEv1xA/s320/ptgDayOfSilence.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had meant to talk about bullying today when I dropped by David Dust and found out that it was more timely than I thought. Tomorrow is the national Day Of Silence. Thousands of students coast to coat will be silent (or trying to be) all day in protest of bullying against gbltziq people. I hope that that its very successful. And that it brings home the message that bullying is not a good thing against anyone, not just our people. So I will be joining a group of other joggers in not posting tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow, I will hopefully remember to post the three step program on what to do when you are bullied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But today I'm gonna brag a little!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know if you've heard but here in Houston we had a second grader jump off of the second floor of his elementary school because of bullying. So our schools have been shocked into intensifying their efforts against it. The touring children's theaer that I'm the a.d. of and Mav the business manager has had for some four years now a program we sell about&amp;nbsp; bullying, giving a half hour play that changes yearly and an interview with a member of the school's staff and finished off with me narrating volunteer children's pantomime through a fictional story of a bullying incident at their school. It's always been just in the first half of the year so far. We had reacted to the incident by extending its availability to all school year as of next&amp;nbsp; year. But then yesterday!! We got a request by a school to do it at their school. One of the three people in that cast had moved to NYC, but the school was willing to give us three weeks to replace him. So, we agreed to bring it "out of mothballs" even though it might not break even, could cost our company at a weak time in our finances. We'll make a push to sell it to other schools, too. (We would definitely break even with a total of at least two shows.) But, if we lose money, it's worth it, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-4075716868607199560?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4075716868607199560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=4075716868607199560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4075716868607199560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4075716868607199560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-of-silence.html' title='Day of Silence'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S8cJvZtBNjI/AAAAAAAAAaw/R--nKMEv1xA/s72-c/ptgDayOfSilence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-4837796345265021497</id><published>2010-04-14T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T06:47:56.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Ageism</title><content type='html'>I have a profile over at slave4Master.com where I am looking for funsies, not work. This morning someone made a comment on a note to me that seemed to critisize the fact that I make it clear that I'm on there looking primarily for youngsters (over 26) and how did that clear with my BE, Sacred Intimate beliefs? Well, I absolutely adore variety. And I already have playmates over fifty (Mav's 53), near sixty, at or close to 70. So, why should I use that site to look for something I already have? LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-4837796345265021497?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4837796345265021497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=4837796345265021497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4837796345265021497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4837796345265021497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-ageism.html' title='Not Ageism'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-6516288978373330767</id><published>2010-04-13T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T06:36:42.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggesting other blogs'/><title type='text'>HaHun</title><content type='html'>Do you have a noise sort of like a word that comes out of your mouth without thinking when you see a gorgeous, sexy man? Joez over at &lt;a href="http://justhairyguys.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://justhairyguys.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; does. It's HaHun. He doesn't waste time with many words, as they say lol, just picture after picture of HaHuns. And it works. Well, of course it works for us, Mav and I both like the furries. (Works to my advantage, too, since I am one.) And it's great to see how much variety there is in furries, all in one place. Yowza! Which btw is not my exclamation like that. LOL I'll share mine with you after a couple of you &lt;em&gt;share your's&lt;/em&gt; with me. And I mean, when you hear me say it, its a degree hotter than Woof! even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S8RyVzfbQtI/AAAAAAAAAao/iYKfZdiCJok/s1600/ptgFurryYoung.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S8RyVzfbQtI/AAAAAAAAAao/iYKfZdiCJok/s320/ptgFurryYoung.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S8RyRvhmk9I/AAAAAAAAAag/Eztn2OFbSF8/s1600/ptgFurryMuscles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S8RyRvhmk9I/AAAAAAAAAag/Eztn2OFbSF8/s320/ptgFurryMuscles.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S8RyNY-o8sI/AAAAAAAAAaY/AcaXi2-YQr8/s1600/ptgFurryWithEaring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S8RyNY-o8sI/AAAAAAAAAaY/AcaXi2-YQr8/s320/ptgFurryWithEaring.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-6516288978373330767?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6516288978373330767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=6516288978373330767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6516288978373330767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6516288978373330767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/hahun.html' title='HaHun'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S8RyVzfbQtI/AAAAAAAAAao/iYKfZdiCJok/s72-c/ptgFurryYoung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-1887712263032585183</id><published>2010-04-12T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T06:07:46.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><title type='text'>Llisten!</title><content type='html'>"The greatest good you can do for another is not just to share your riches, but to reveal to him his own." - Benjamin Disraeli&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Listening with undivided attention and unconditional love is perhaps the greatest gift we can extend to others" - Gerald Jampolsky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-1887712263032585183?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1887712263032585183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=1887712263032585183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1887712263032585183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1887712263032585183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/llisten.html' title='Llisten!'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-4056048679336802610</id><published>2010-04-11T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T12:20:43.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delegation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S8Iec5kBvxI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/G5WkrrunMm8/s1600/ptgNakedFootballTeam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S8Iec5kBvxI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/G5WkrrunMm8/s320/ptgNakedFootballTeam.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The coach does not communicate directly with the tight end while the team is on the field. And if the tight end tries to communicate directly with the coach, coach would at the least tell him not to. So also, if you delegate a task to an assistant and allow him to get volunteers to help him do it for you, and then one of those volunteers emails you or even sends you an email by copy of every move he/she makes whenever (s)he sends a report back to the person you delegated it to, your plain and bounden duty is to tell that person not to do so. Otherwise, you are insulting the person you delegated to, and you are wasting your own time. Why should you need/want to read all of that detail? What you want is to get the final, total outcome from&amp;nbsp; your delegated assistant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Over the last week, I was insulted like this by the leader of one of the church ministries I work with. We had to flame back and forth a little yesterday morning to rectify matters. In the course of which, I let her know that there had been an earlier incident&amp;nbsp; with another group and my eventual reaction to it was to quit helping so much. I turned my mind off, as far as any good that earlier group got out of me, and while I still&amp;nbsp;liked, believed in and wished well for them, they know that they can only ask me to do donkey work every once in a while and forget the brainwork. And intimated she might be headed for that same cliff. And this from a lady who what with her teaching in public schools, etc. works some 60 hours a week!! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And it slowed down my part of the work she had delegated to me that everyone else is going to be through with their parts of it way before me. So, do not let a similar fate befall you and one of&amp;nbsp; your own assistants, I'm just sayin' ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-4056048679336802610?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4056048679336802610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=4056048679336802610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4056048679336802610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4056048679336802610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/delegation.html' title='Delegation'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S8Iec5kBvxI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/G5WkrrunMm8/s72-c/ptgNakedFootballTeam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-4801463221473044664</id><published>2010-04-10T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T06:46:54.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggesting other blogs'/><title type='text'>Living With, not a victim of</title><content type='html'>One of the greatest changes from the attitudes of the early days with AIDS was when people started thinking of themselves as living with it, not being&amp;nbsp;a victim of it or dying&amp;nbsp;from it. Victimspeak really does do bad things to your mind and through it to your immune system. In addition to being all around bad for&amp;nbsp;you as a person and as a group. &lt;br /&gt;There is a group called the Open Artist Movement which is moving to keep empowering people. Their address is &lt;a href="http://openartistmovement.com/"&gt;http://openartistmovement.com/&lt;/a&gt; . They have a good group of images there right now based on the old Rosie the Riveter poster, but with lots of different models taking her place, almost all men. Two of my favorites were Rachel Cantu (whose poster helped me to remember the original the easiest) and Kevin Stea (just because he's so darn cute!).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;They sell the posters there, so, of course, they were in a format where your everyday chump like myself couldn't just download it and spread it around. I would have done the same thing, and don't mind at all just suggesting you troupe on over there. Hey, you have a link! And plan on dropping by every once in a while as they plan on adding other posters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-4801463221473044664?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4801463221473044664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=4801463221473044664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4801463221473044664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4801463221473044664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/living-with-not-victim-of.html' title='Living With, not a victim of'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-2561023531943274586</id><published>2010-04-09T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T07:24:36.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cock'/><title type='text'>Bold but Responsive</title><content type='html'>Be bold, extremely bold. And be brave enough to truely listen to others. I often say my bicycle has a backup gear,&amp;nbsp;but what I truely mean is, be bold right up until you have to turn and be bold in another direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Whatever you can do or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius and power and magic in it. Begin it now." - Goethe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Scientists often say 'That's a really good argument, my position is mistaken.' Then they actually change their minds, and you never hear that old view from them again. I cannot recall the last time this happened in politics." - Carl Sagan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S783lQfcYmI/AAAAAAAAAaI/1g9KSIVFuuc/s1600/ptgFurryInTwistPose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S783lQfcYmI/AAAAAAAAAaI/1g9KSIVFuuc/s320/ptgFurryInTwistPose.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-2561023531943274586?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2561023531943274586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=2561023531943274586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/2561023531943274586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/2561023531943274586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/bold-but-responsive.html' title='Bold but Responsive'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S783lQfcYmI/AAAAAAAAAaI/1g9KSIVFuuc/s72-c/ptgFurryInTwistPose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-7199749490371211266</id><published>2010-04-08T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T14:34:59.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggesting other blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maverick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CGeek'/><title type='text'>spaceINVADERS</title><content type='html'>There is the absolutely awesome short live/animation film you've gotta see if you haven't already. So, race on over to April 9 on &lt;a href="http://www.emackinations.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.emackinations.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; and look for it under spaceINVADERS, although I think the name of it is actually Pixels. &lt;br /&gt;April 9, Daddy? How is this possible? Simple. That blogger lives in Australia, mate.&lt;br /&gt;Some of&amp;nbsp; you may notice that I do not know how to imbed this in my own blog. You'd be right. And some of&amp;nbsp; you might remember that my computer geek was gonna come over last Tuesday and, among other things, insert a counter - one of those neat ones with the world spinning with lit dots for readers all (hopefully) over it - and it is not there yet, is it? Computer geek time is not our time, gentle readers. He got two very important thingies done for Mav and me, but didn't have time for that one.&lt;br /&gt;BTW, let's name him CGeek. He's an old friend. He was an old friend of my fourth husband, Lester/Lisa, before he met me. Lester/Lisa is that husband's real names, since he died after we'd been together for six years. Then, what, maybe up to five alone. Now eleven with Maverick. 6 + 5ish + 11 = 22ish! Whoa, some of&amp;nbsp; you visiting, even if you are over the 21 I ask for, might not be as old as my friendship with CGeek. Well, may you all have had friends who you are at least relatively close to for all of that length of time someday, darlin's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-7199749490371211266?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7199749490371211266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=7199749490371211266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7199749490371211266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7199749490371211266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/spaceinvaders.html' title='spaceINVADERS'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-7297829884288004853</id><published>2010-04-07T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T17:44:20.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celtic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maverick'/><title type='text'>Racial Talk</title><content type='html'>Do you remember the poem about I stayed silent when they came for three or four other groups and then when they came for me no one was left to speak up for me?&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a book review the other day of this new book about racial talk. And it turns out that my people were amongst the first that were come for, not the last!&lt;br /&gt;There hasn't been that kind of talk for as long as everyone thinks. Evidently it all started with Ralph Waldo Emerson - whom Maverick tells me is gay. Maverick pays more attention to celebrity gossip than I do. History, too. lol&lt;br /&gt;And when he started it, he was talking about Celts. Then a while later people switched from&amp;nbsp;Celts to Jews. And then finally Blacks.&lt;br /&gt;So, you know how we've often said - well I have - that there are a lot of Black Baptist preachers who are standing in the way of gays getting the same civil rights as they want for their own people? Well, I bet that some of them have forgotten the Celts and the signs that used to read "Help wanted. NINA" where NINA meant No Irish Need Apply. Not all of them, of course, some of them are fine, fine people.&lt;br /&gt;Hell, a quarter of the church I go to are Black. (And some of my exes. And some of my most memorable tricks, including Archie Stone that I only met in a bath house once but he taught me how much I like my nips if they're treated right and I pray for him several times a year even now decades later.)&lt;br /&gt;Back to RMCC - And a quarter Latino/a and a half what some people call white. &lt;br /&gt;Please, do not ever call me white. My feet are not even shaped the same as the full blooded English foot. And I have never been a WASP!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry that I'm not going to tell y'all my real name yet, if you don't know it already, but it's obviously Irish. Dad's half is. Mom's is Scots. (No Swiss, though I found out that most of the Swiss are Celtic, too.)&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'm blathering. But, then, I've only ever kissed a little piece (reportedly) of the Blarney Stone, and that was in downtown Houston.&lt;br /&gt;Was there a point in there somewhere? I meant for their to be. But I don't think it wound up that way, somehow. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-7297829884288004853?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7297829884288004853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=7297829884288004853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7297829884288004853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7297829884288004853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/racial-talk.html' title='Racial Talk'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-8659680390537521300</id><published>2010-04-06T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T06:19:09.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dadt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Dignity of Choice</title><content type='html'>MREs are the premade meals that are sent to our soldiers. They have to survive some odd conditions, like - if I remember correctly - a 150 foot drop without a parachute. (I found this story in a few months old Readers Digest and only clipped out one page, so I forget part of the story and don't have the issue date. Oops.) In all of the MREs, there is only one item that is packaged in glass. Little bottles of Tabasco Sauce. Some things just don't taste right to many soldiers without it. That is the way they choose to eat their food.&lt;br /&gt;Military test kitchens found that the sauce would eat through anything else they tried to pack it in. Did they turn all paternalistic and tell the soldiers that they couldn't have their tabasco because it looked like it would eat through their tummies if they concentrated too much of it. Of course not. These are adults we're talking about serving food to.&amp;nbsp; And they are soldiers - built ram tough, not ready to be bothered by little things like that. Or by where they might be eating their pizza, like in a gay shower room. (lol I saw that somewhere. Hmm.)&lt;br /&gt;I applaud the military kitchens for protecting the dignity of the soldiers. For allowing them to decide what they want to eat for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's get it to where those brave men can choose for themselves whom they want to love off base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S7s0ly7OPgI/AAAAAAAAAaA/RbnJ212LlAQ/s1600/PtgNudeSoldierLookingOverCity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S7s0ly7OPgI/AAAAAAAAAaA/RbnJ212LlAQ/s320/PtgNudeSoldierLookingOverCity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-8659680390537521300?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8659680390537521300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=8659680390537521300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/8659680390537521300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/8659680390537521300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/dignity-of-choice.html' title='Dignity of Choice'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S7s0ly7OPgI/AAAAAAAAAaA/RbnJ212LlAQ/s72-c/PtgNudeSoldierLookingOverCity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-7920561375733947123</id><published>2010-04-05T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:08:26.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><title type='text'>Imagination, Regret, Thought</title><content type='html'>"Imagination is the star in man, the celestial or super-celestial body." - Ruland the Lexicographer&lt;br /&gt;"I have no regrets. Regret only makes wrinkles." - Sophia Loren &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"A thought comes when it wishes, not when I wish." - Nietzsche&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-7920561375733947123?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7920561375733947123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=7920561375733947123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7920561375733947123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7920561375733947123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/imagination-regret-thought.html' title='Imagination, Regret, Thought'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-6868985434591198585</id><published>2010-04-05T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T05:32:27.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GCAM'/><title type='text'>GCAM Revival Show</title><content type='html'>Gulf Coast Archives and Museum of GTLBTQ History is having a benefit show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S7nYSMEYO3I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/zcvah88iERE/s1600/ptgRevivalPoster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S7nYSMEYO3I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/zcvah88iERE/s320/ptgRevivalPoster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-6868985434591198585?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/6868985434591198585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=6868985434591198585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6868985434591198585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/6868985434591198585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/gcam-revival-show.html' title='GCAM Revival Show'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S7nYSMEYO3I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/zcvah88iERE/s72-c/ptgRevivalPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-3098460510501494091</id><published>2010-04-04T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T14:47:42.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ressurection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Where did you put Him?</title><content type='html'>A very odd, funny, strange, human, beautiful thing happened on that first Easter morning.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm going to base this on John 20:1, 11 - 18, which is the Gospel read at my church, RMCC, this morning. Odd in its own way since last night, before I knew what the reading would be, I decided to talk to you about this today. Also a bit on my memory of other Gospels.)&lt;br /&gt;Because of various Jewish laws, they had had to bury Jesus without the proper preparation. It was late in the day and at sundown it was going to be the Sabbath, when they couldn't do any work. So, they wrapped Him in a shroud without rubbing him down with the proper lotions, etc. and put him in the grave, and the local authorities insisted in rolling a great big rock in front of it and putting a strong squad of armed men in front of it. And I've really got to be a little less TMI or this will be a chapter, not a blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning three days later, three women, all named Mary, went to his tomb together. They knew that it was gonna smell like Hell. And His body may have already started rotting. But they loved Him, and there were gonna do right by His burial. They would go into the tomb and unwrap Him and rub him with the lotions.&lt;br /&gt;When they got to the tomb, the army was nowhere to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;The heavy rock had been rolled away. &lt;br /&gt;They could see that the tomb was empty.&lt;br /&gt;Mary, the sister of Lazarus, had seen someone's empty tomb before. So, maybe she wasn't as shaken.&lt;br /&gt;Mary, the Mother, maybe she collapsed in a heap before she could be lead away by that first Mary.&lt;br /&gt;So, Mary Magdalen, when she crouched down to get a better look into the tomb, and saw two supernally shining, handsome men (turned out to be angels) telling her that Jesus wasn't there (Well, He wasn't. Not right there.) freaked and was the fastest running away from the tomb and ran so fast, looking behind her so much, that she ran right into another man.&lt;br /&gt;She was still inside the garden and she thought he was a gardiner. (Come with me, and I will make&amp;nbsp; you a Gardiner of Men.)&lt;br /&gt;She knew he wasn't a soldier. She noticed, perhaps, that he certainly didn't look like he could have rolled that big stone away all by himself. But she was frantic!! Somebody ought to know something and she was used enough to being guided by the Spirit that she knew she'd probably run into someone who did, and by God, she was going to get some answers!!&lt;br /&gt;So she starts pounding on this man's chest. "Did you take away the Man in that tomb? Did the soldiers make you carry Him? I bet&amp;nbsp; you did! Tell me about it! Where did you take Him?? Tell me. Trust me. Show. Me. Where. He. Is. And I will let you live and I will take Him away and you can trust me not to tell anyone bad and oh please just TELL ME!!"&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the funny part is that this was not the gardiner. When she told and retold and retold this story later, she must have gotten a lot of laughs out of it herself, and at least a few open laughs out of her listeners. &lt;br /&gt;Because this man just said one word, her name, "Mary", and she realized. Who. He. was. &lt;br /&gt;"Ack! Oh, I'm sorry I hit you. I'm so sorry I hit you. But you're alive. You're alive." She grabs Him by the shoulders and cries on His chest so long and so hard that His human side must have gotten a bit embarassed, maybe, and didn't want anyone to know what was happening, not just yet, and He loved her and wanted to spare her pain. &lt;br /&gt;So, He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, got her quieted down and even though one of the disciples had seen the empty tomb earlier, He sent her to tell the apostles. And she ran and ran through the&amp;nbsp;wind going caressingly through her long hair like fingers until she got to where they were hiding. And she beat the man who had seen what was happening to them. And she got to tell them!!&lt;br /&gt;And I've almost got tears of joy just telling you this.&lt;br /&gt;Go, Mary, go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-3098460510501494091?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3098460510501494091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=3098460510501494091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/3098460510501494091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/3098460510501494091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/where-did-you-put-him.html' title='Where did you put Him?'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-65572422410366966</id><published>2010-04-03T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T19:11:06.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wild flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maverick'/><title type='text'>After the ecstacy, the dishes!</title><content type='html'>We had a very nice Saturday. Every year we go out driving to Washington on the Brazos to see the wild flowers and boy, were there a lot of them today! (We had some dogs to walk at 11:00 so we got out of town rather late.) Then we decided to go out to Round Top and see some of the Antiques Festival. We had been out there before, but not, I guess, on the weekend of the actual festival as we were both surprised at how many, many tents full of people selling things that there were. The two block area we went walking in was actually food and clothes and jewelry. Maybe next year or the year after we'll actually see some antiques. lol&lt;br /&gt;I almost bought a mason jar of watermelon rind pickles, but it was soo big and&amp;nbsp;Maverick is not an adventurous eater, and said if I bought them, I'd be eating them alone. (The Midwest will never completely leave that&amp;nbsp;man. LOL) &amp;nbsp;I know from other, store bought, watermelon pickles that they are so sweet that I can only eat one or two at a time. A small jar from the store lasts me what seems like six months. Heaven knows how long that jar would have lasted me! LOL&lt;br /&gt;You have to stay prepared for the Tao to move, but you may not be able to stay on top of it for long when it does.&amp;nbsp; So, allow yourself not to be perfect. After all, Jeebus (as David calls Him) came to share our imperfection, eh? &lt;br /&gt;(I did wonder about that for a while. What was imperfect about Him? But then, you think, how many carpenters did that little village have? And the Bible never mentions anyone from His home town coming up and saying something like, "Jesus! Glad I ran into you. If you have time, could you please make me a set of shelves like that one you made for me last&amp;nbsp; year? It was perfect!")&lt;br /&gt;Now, sweet dreams, and when you wake up, Someone (hint, hint) will have an empty tomb for you to rejoice over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-65572422410366966?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/65572422410366966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=65572422410366966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/65572422410366966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/65572422410366966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/after-ecstacy-dishes.html' title='After the ecstacy, the dishes!'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-1117649008992529279</id><published>2010-04-03T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T07:53:10.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wild flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Towards the end of Holy Week</title><content type='html'>As I get older time goes faster and faster for me. I wasn't ready for Holy Week this year. (I'm soo ready to get out of town, but even with lots of gorgeous wild flowers in town now, I still have a bit of trouble grasping that there are going to be even more in the country already. lol)&lt;br /&gt;Communion is one of the most important holy things for me. So, Thursday is traditionally important for me.&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday is important, of course, but I have always resisted a bit the fact that all of Lent is spent getting ready for it, and then you only have one day to get spiritually ready for Easter, which is a much more important event. You can't get better love for your fellow man than to prove it by lying by your own life. But anyone can do it. You just try resurrecting yourself from the dead, bucky!! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-1117649008992529279?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1117649008992529279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=1117649008992529279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1117649008992529279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1117649008992529279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/towards-end-of-holy-week.html' title='Towards the end of Holy Week'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-4844236288577432366</id><published>2010-04-03T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T07:48:00.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Mama God</title><content type='html'>"Who can ever know God? I don't even try. I only call on Him as Mother. Let Mother do whatever She likes. I shall know Her if it is Her will; but I shall be happy to remain ignorant if She wills otherwise. ... The young child wants only his mother. He doesn't know how wealthy his mother is, and he doesn't even want to know. He knows only 'I have a mother, why should I worry?'" - Sri Ramakrishna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-4844236288577432366?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4844236288577432366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=4844236288577432366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4844236288577432366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4844236288577432366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/04/mama-god.html' title='Mama God'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-8192331231344118767</id><published>2010-03-30T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T06:53:22.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay, Ricky Martin!!</title><content type='html'>“Allowing myself to be seduced by fear and insecurity became a self-fulfilling prophecy of sabotage. Today I take full responsibility for my decisions and my actions.” - Ricky Martin&lt;br /&gt;You can have plenty of very attractive female friends and two daughters and the freedom to be who you are. In fact, it probably helps you&amp;nbsp;help&amp;nbsp;to keep all of those women happy, eh?! &lt;br /&gt;And a slight boo too Aussielicious for pointing out that Ricky's walk of fame star might be a little dusty, so to speak. Ah, the young, sometimes so ready for the new song that they don't realize the old ones are still playing in their minds! LOL &lt;br /&gt;Live the Vida Loca, baby!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-8192331231344118767?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8192331231344118767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=8192331231344118767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/8192331231344118767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/8192331231344118767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/03/yay-ricky-martin.html' title='Yay, Ricky Martin!!'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-5235618832041816191</id><published>2010-03-27T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T20:00:56.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><title type='text'>I am good enough!</title><content type='html'>"I forgive myself for having believed for so long that ... I was never good enough to have, get, be what I wanted." - Ceanne DeRohan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-5235618832041816191?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5235618832041816191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=5235618832041816191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/5235618832041816191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/5235618832041816191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-good-enough.html' title='I am good enough!'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-8383644782262489353</id><published>2010-03-27T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T13:36:20.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taoist Erotic Massage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tantra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggesting other blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Body Electric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Draw'/><title type='text'>Roar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S65rUmD2MGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/B2qalJoQGIk/s1600/ptgRoar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S65rUmD2MGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/B2qalJoQGIk/s320/ptgRoar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In Taoist Erotic Massage, (as informed by Tantra and taught by Body Electric), one of the parts of the breathwork (pranayama) going into the Big Draw - which has got to be experienced to be believed - is the Roar! So, when I found this on eMackinations , which has been featuring gorgeous man-ass all week, whoa! Just had to share it with y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-8383644782262489353?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8383644782262489353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=8383644782262489353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/8383644782262489353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/8383644782262489353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/03/roar.html' title='Roar!'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S65rUmD2MGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/B2qalJoQGIk/s72-c/ptgRoar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-3137779222194163210</id><published>2010-03-27T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T13:20:34.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amber Duskin for Pope!!</title><content type='html'>We have to remember that not all people are as free and open minded as we would like for them to be. Some teenage girls want to get their money back instead of having to attend their high school proms with their fellow classmates. After attending school with them for years, perhaps, they are not willing to celebrate that fact with them, not and let them be who they actually are. Pity. Just because one of the class brains and one of the class musicians, a gorgeous couple especially the musician, want to attend together, Amber doesn't want to acknowledge them by being in the same media soaked room with them. So, if she doesn't like media, how come I know her name? How come David Dust knew it to tell it to me?&lt;br /&gt;Reminds us perhaps of Cardinal Ratzinger. How much did he allow certain stories to avoid the media? What did he know when? And are we happy that Popes are elected for life? &lt;br /&gt;And why is he piggybacking on Amber's story? Because I am getting so tired of having to try to come to terms, spiritually, at least enough to write about it, with his!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-3137779222194163210?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/3137779222194163210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=3137779222194163210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/3137779222194163210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/3137779222194163210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/03/amber-duskin-for-pope.html' title='Amber Duskin for Pope!!'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-5685084003888543042</id><published>2010-03-25T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T07:21:21.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggesting live events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broadway Bares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maverick'/><title type='text'>Charity Isn't Necessarily Dull!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S6twUksH-FI/AAAAAAAAAZo/a6slkEKRHqU/s1600/ptgBroadwayBaresDice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S6twUksH-FI/AAAAAAAAAZo/a6slkEKRHqU/s320/ptgBroadwayBaresDice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the utmost excititing charity fundraising events of the gay calendar is celebrating its 20th annual event this June 20 - Broadway Bares!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's in NYC, but for those of us who can't make it there, they do sell some quite interesting merchandise. It's a part of Broadway Cares - Equity Fights AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that Maverick - and at least one of our other friends - is a long time survivor of over 20 years?&lt;br /&gt;So, charity is good for the spiritual side of you. And this event - superb stripping by the dancers who spice up Broadway musicals - is also good for the sexual side of you. A good balance, as we think around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-5685084003888543042?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5685084003888543042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=5685084003888543042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/5685084003888543042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/5685084003888543042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/03/charity-isnt-necessarily-dull.html' title='Charity Isn&apos;t Necessarily Dull!'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S6twUksH-FI/AAAAAAAAAZo/a6slkEKRHqU/s72-c/ptgBroadwayBaresDice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-9079773484338189209</id><published>2010-03-24T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T07:16:03.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><title type='text'>Animal Truths?</title><content type='html'>Well, the second one. The first one is very memorable, but mostly for laughs, imho.&lt;br /&gt;"And the lion will lie down with the lamb, but the lamb won't get much sleep." - Woody Allen &lt;br /&gt;"As a bee seeks nectar from all kinds of flowers, seek teachings everywhere. Like a deer that finds a quiet place to graze, seek seclusion to digest all that you have gathered. Like a mad one beyond all limits, go where you please and live like a lion complete free of all fear." - Dzogchen Tantra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-9079773484338189209?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/9079773484338189209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=9079773484338189209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/9079773484338189209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/9079773484338189209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/03/animal-truths.html' title='Animal Truths?'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-2238418640791653052</id><published>2010-03-24T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T14:06:53.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggesting art exhibits'/><title type='text'>Touch Exhibit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S6p8AQRB0VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/zVyAqXLFhIw/s1600/ptgNewYorkerTakeoffByJohnPainter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S6p8AQRB0VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/zVyAqXLFhIw/s320/ptgNewYorkerTakeoffByJohnPainter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S6p8JPavFyI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XBOHR1LOP-o/s1600/StandingNudeByJohnPainter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S6p8JPavFyI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XBOHR1LOP-o/s320/StandingNudeByJohnPainter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sure why it's being called Touch Exhibit, but judging by these two works by John Painter, it deserves a peek. There'll be a preview of this group exhibit Saturday, March 27th, 7 - 9 PM at The McWhorter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As John told me by email this morning, "The McWhorter Gallery 2219 Canal Street, Houston, Tx is a new gallery. They share the same building with Canal Street Gallery located on the Northeast side of downtown Houston near Minute Maid Park." I think I've been to the Canal St. Gallery before, but you know my memory ... lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-2238418640791653052?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2238418640791653052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=2238418640791653052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/2238418640791653052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/2238418640791653052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/03/touch-exhibit.html' title='Touch Exhibit'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S6p8AQRB0VI/AAAAAAAAAZY/zVyAqXLFhIw/s72-c/ptgNewYorkerTakeoffByJohnPainter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-1111913020982779529</id><published>2010-03-21T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:31:23.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><title type='text'>True values are timeless.</title><content type='html'>"Values are not trendy items that are casually traded in." - Ellen Goodman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"By a green jade lake - what a wonderful sight: An old hermit fathoming Tao. Aren't they the lucky ones - himble and still, Quietly humming the melodies of heaven?" - Loy Ching-Yuen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-1111913020982779529?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1111913020982779529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=1111913020982779529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1111913020982779529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/1111913020982779529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/03/true-values-are-timeless.html' title='True values are timeless.'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-2812766015650287079</id><published>2010-03-21T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:25:13.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggesting other blogs'/><title type='text'>Mechadude2001</title><content type='html'>Over in Atlanta, a closeted bi dude collects some interesting pics, blogs them as Mechadude2001 at &lt;a href="http://mechadude2001.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mechadude2001.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S6ZkVywQ7oI/AAAAAAAAAZI/3l3Iuxv7Nrc/s1600-h/ptgWhichDildo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S6ZkVywQ7oI/AAAAAAAAAZI/3l3Iuxv7Nrc/s320/ptgWhichDildo.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S6ZkY5gcKnI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/0Tdnd3pgYdY/s1600-h/ptgRelayRace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S6ZkY5gcKnI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/0Tdnd3pgYdY/s320/ptgRelayRace.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-2812766015650287079?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/2812766015650287079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=2812766015650287079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/2812766015650287079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/2812766015650287079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/03/mechadude2001.html' title='Mechadude2001'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S6ZkVywQ7oI/AAAAAAAAAZI/3l3Iuxv7Nrc/s72-c/ptgWhichDildo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-7858674452756179895</id><published>2010-03-19T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T14:59:49.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ressurection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>EASTER - Survey says ... !</title><content type='html'>According to a report from Religion New Service, a Barna Group study shows surprising results. Seven out of ten of those interviewed mentioned religion or spirituality when asked to describe what Easter means to them personally. However, only 42% made the link between Easter and the Resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;OK, it might be that some of the people &amp;nbsp;might have realized that it was religious but that that didn't have any meaning to them personally. Still, 70% - 42% = 28%! Somewhere around a quarter of the people who knew that it was a religious holiday did not know its religious significance. I sincerely hope that all of those people weren't Christians. I know about Yom Kippur, but I don't know everything it would mean to a Jewish person. But it frightens me that, the way this was reported, it could easily mean that there are Christians out there who don't know what the day means!! Frightens me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-7858674452756179895?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7858674452756179895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=7858674452756179895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7858674452756179895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7858674452756179895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/03/easter-survey-says.html' title='EASTER - Survey says ... !'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-7061925759605362123</id><published>2010-03-19T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T08:22:18.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><title type='text'>There are no ugly men. - Quotation</title><content type='html'>"There is no such thing as an ugly woman, only one who does not know how to be beautiful." - French proverb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-7061925759605362123?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/7061925759605362123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=7061925759605362123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7061925759605362123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/7061925759605362123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-are-no-ugly-men-quotation.html' title='There are no ugly men. - Quotation'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-4579678235402028594</id><published>2010-03-19T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T08:11:45.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t Ask Don&apos;t Tell'/><title type='text'>DADT - Get rid of it!</title><content type='html'>There needs to be an outpouring of contacts to our congresspeople this week! We need to follow up the brave actions, but not well planned out afterwork by others it would appear, when Dan Choi and a companion chained themselves to the White House fence. &lt;br /&gt;Though I do wish that they had not done it in uniform. Perhaps with T-shirts that showed themselves in&amp;nbsp; uniform. Once anyone does anything in uniform, it compromises things. Soldiers, even their commanders, are just not supposed to be openly political, at least not when representing the services by being in uniform. Above a certain rank, no one can get away with saying anything that goes against what the president says, and though he says he doesn't like Don't Ask, he's certainly shuffling his feat about it without a lot of forward motion showing on the surface.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-4579678235402028594?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/4579678235402028594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=4579678235402028594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4579678235402028594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/4579678235402028594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/03/dadt-get-rid-of-it.html' title='DADT - Get rid of it!'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-9036583422893013129</id><published>2010-03-18T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T06:47:28.378-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggesting other blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maverick'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Mav!</title><content type='html'>Maverick's birthday today!! Still six years&amp;nbsp; younger than me. The man likes his men furry, and bears with an inch to pinch, what you might call love handles. Well, I did find this over at &lt;a href="http://www.daviddust.com/"&gt;http://www.daviddust.com/&lt;/a&gt; - what can I say? I'm one of the Milton Burle's of blogging. If it works, steal it. Oh, em, actually I might should say, Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S6Iuo2C_5OI/AAAAAAAAAZA/HKvG905HO7U/s1600-h/ptgSmoothBearInGreen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S6Iuo2C_5OI/AAAAAAAAAZA/HKvG905HO7U/s320/ptgSmoothBearInGreen.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Um, actually no fur. But that overdeveloped side still gives you something to pinch, sweets. Just not as pliable. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-9036583422893013129?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/9036583422893013129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=9036583422893013129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/9036583422893013129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/9036583422893013129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-mav.html' title='Happy Birthday, Mav!'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S6Iuo2C_5OI/AAAAAAAAAZA/HKvG905HO7U/s72-c/ptgSmoothBearInGreen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2591640369084085965.post-507061030128123849</id><published>2010-03-17T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T07:47:24.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Patrick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GMA'/><title type='text'>Happy St. Paddy's Day!!</title><content type='html'>Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;BTW, did you notice on Good Morning America where the Democratic speaker had a beautiful green shirt and tie on and that while George was talking to him he was wearing a shamrock pin on his lapel - WHICH he took off as soon as he finished talking to the man. And Sam, who is evidently full Celt, like me, didn't wear any green I could see, nor did anyone else?! I was tickled, but not extremely happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S6DdyqiyK8I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Rofu7HX5eIU/s1600-h/ptgStPaddy%27sDay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S6DdyqiyK8I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Rofu7HX5eIU/s320/ptgStPaddy%27sDay.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Illustration courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.daviddust.com/"&gt;http://www.daviddust.com/&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Regis and Kelly though did the green with class. They had Jude Law and The Celtic Women and he was in a handsome stripped tie, mostly Emerald green (or another dark green) and a matching green pocket square and she was in a basically matching green top, quite nice, looked silk to me. Love 'em!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2591640369084085965-507061030128123849?l=notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/507061030128123849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2591640369084085965&amp;postID=507061030128123849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/507061030128123849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2591640369084085965/posts/default/507061030128123849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notnecessarilythetruth.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-st-paddys-day.html' title='Happy St. Paddy&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>Daddy Blade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17885837241329974619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROWvc5wkoM8/S6DdyqiyK8I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Rofu7HX5eIU/s72-c/ptgStPaddy%27sDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
