Next time you are in the bath or shower.

I want a vagina....or rather, I want someone with a vagina hanging around.....

 

my genitals have nothing what so ever to do with creation in any meaningful sense of the word. fortunately MINE, have contibuted nothing, as far as i know, to overpopulation either. i'm rather pleased with their not having done so, however dissappointed they may have been in the past not to have more often gone through the motions.

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I cry when I look at mine...

 

i am truely sorry to hear that. i cry when anyone cries. this hasn't made me a saint, philosopher or hero yet, but it does keep my eyeballs lubricated.

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i hate dry eyes. but crying gives me a headache and a runny nose.

 

i've watched my husband shave it, and have done it for him, too. it's really not that bad.

 

that too, which is a pain in the butt. which is why i'd rather dream about happy things. not over the top 'happy' things with a capitol happy, but things that are enjoyable that there is nothing inhierent in them to make most people think about any kind of emotions at all.

and i don't mean about having, but the aesthetics of micromechanical self animation. of an endless universe of nearly limitiless diversity to explore. of the mazes nature builds to gratify all creatures to explore.

and mazes people could build if other people would let them. of shade and not needing to indenture one's self. of constructed spaces without keep out signs, that welcome their complete exploration.

i may be like a child in this, and yet, if i am, then it is one wisdom of children that is ever so underrated.

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i don't really like mazes. i have a TERRIBLE sense of direction. i prefer to keep my paths straight and easily seen. well lighted, with handy little arrows and benches for the occaisional rest. maybe a porta potty, too.

 

more public places to stop and rest and places to use the little room are another thing there arn't more of directly as a resault of trying to make everything have to begin and end with symbolic value. and because a certain small percentage of people only see 'lost' as somehow undesireable, (and an only slightly larger number are coerced either by circumsances or more directly into doing so) is this a reason everyone should be denied their natural gratification?

a healthy mind NEEDS (the exploration of) mazes, and the unusual, to stay that way.

(no one has to deny that there are other ways of screwing everything up, to not deny that trying to make everything have to begin and end with symbolic value is one of them)

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my life has been such a maze that i prefer things to be wide open. i big, open, limitless expanse of sky and landscape. i'm tired of navigating without a map, wandering through ultimately useless barriers, trickery and subterfuge.

 

ah, human obfuscation is not the natural mazes that it gratifies to explore.
frustration and the causes of it are not a positive thing, and i'm not praising nor promoting a lack of frequent and not too difficult rewards.

by mazes i'm not talking about barriers and obsticals. remember i DID say no keep out signs. no keep out signs AND no indenture.

and no rewarding of aggressiveness over and above imagination either.

even if your path lies in a streight line, the absence of it being sufficiently shaded, on a hot summers day with the miserable heat bouncing off the unmitigated and unrelieved pavement, is the essence of missery.

and don't tell me about being free-er in an airconditioned car you owe your soul to the bank for either. i've been there and that's a load of crap too.

of course it is nice as long as its running well enough to not have to wory about, as long as you don't think too much about all the misery elsewhere that makes it possible.

and even then, isn't it exploring the maze of rural roadways that makes even that gratifying?

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when i'd visit my family in rural illinois, there was nothing i loved better than wandering along between the cornfields with a couple happy dogs by my side. i could go ANYWHERE with those dogs. i'd lived in cities and suburbs my whole life, it's not a maze, it's a blockage. but those dirt roads and endless fields in the heat of summer, when i could lay back and soak up sun from a BLUE sky are my fondest memories. you don't want a person along with you on days like that. they talk too much.

mind you, i LOVE the desert. i love the sun beating down.

 

ah exactly. one thing i'm eternally greatful for is NOT having lived in cities and suburbs all, or even most, of my life. and i resent the hell out of having to live in the pseudo-city that trys to pretend to be everything else that i do.

i like the desert too. i've been there and had some happy times exploring rock outcroppings among other things. (and even worked out there in on a mineral exploration drill rig) but i like it better at night, or in the winter.

sun is alright to drive the chill from your bones if you've been frozen all winter, but i much prefer the dappled shade of forest and mountainous forest.

but not the endless wasteland of paved city and suburban streets, designed for the convenience of cars, with little or no concession to the reality that people are born with feet and legs.

i haven't lived in corn and wheat country though. i'm just not comfortable with empty skies and that much sun. clouds and a nice breeze, yes, and with a LOT less pavement, yes to that too. but trees or artificial constructs that take the place of trees, that provide shade at least, and again, as you mentioned, places to stop and rest and meditate, or just catch your breath.

a world where people who plan things think of things like that, because people would demand them if everyting wasn't currently about the car. and i think some of that will be, when the day comes that it isn't. and one way or another, such a day is likely to come.

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the rocky desert is sublime heaven during a vicious thunderstorm. and when it's sunny, seeing all that BLUE BLUE sky, instead of the brown i grew up with NEVER fails to calm me.