Stolen From the Blogosphere…

I’ve been busy.  Busy stealing.  Stealing words from people’s blogs.  And here is what I stole:

Nude Times Are Good Times

When we were in Jamaica, we were struck by the non-judgmental, accepting attitudes of the people at the [nudist] resort. The people at the resort came in all ages, shapes and sizes. Some could have been featured on magazine covers, but most did not come anywhere close to that ideal. It didn’t matter. We quickly discovered that, when everyone is naked, people soon stop paying attention to bodies. Another thing we noticed was that nobody at the resort cared whether people were straight, lesbian, gay, bi- or whatever. We simply ate, drank, swam, chatted and enjoyed life without judging each other.

From “Caring Communities: Nudists v. Churchs”, posted on An Apostate’s Chapel, by The Chaplain.

And Rhyming Times Are Good Times,Too

Cockney Rhyming Slang developed in East London in the first half of the 19th century by the working class people. If not invented by, it was certainly used and contributed to, by the underworld as a code to confuse police and eavesdroppers.

From “Cockney Rhyming Slang”, posted on The English Cowpath, by Stan Hingston.

The Superior Tolerance of the Mormon Faith

Latter-day Saints have been blessed with revealed truths regarding families that remain unknown to the world at large. For example, we know that dividing up chores makes housekeeping easier, canoeing together is fun, and little kids are really really cute. We also know that our specific gender roles, as defined in THE FAMILY: A PROCLAMATION TO THE WORLD, are woven into the very fabric of the universe. Accordingly, it is our sacred duty to marry and raise families. Any of us who shirk this obligation ensure not only their own damnation, but also assist in the downfall of society as we know it. [emphasis original]

Growing Up in Hot Pursuit of a Great Mind

Small minds discuss people, mediocre minds discuss events, but great minds discuss ideas.

I [once] tried to make that my mantra since a great mind was obviously preferable.   I cultivated a distaste for talking about how people were doing or what was going on from a very young age.  I thought if I talked about ideas enough my mind would expand.

When other girls talked about the boys they had crushes on, I would try and philosophize about romance and relationships in more abstract ways.   My friends often did the same, although they weren’t motivated by fear of losing their minds so much as trying to be more ‘spiritual’.

From “Great Minds”, posted on Prairie Nymph — Enjoying Metamorphosis, by Prairie Nymph.

Hey! I’ve Got an Idea… Let’s Rape America!

They [the Dodgers baseball team] mean something to even those of us who have a hard time getting past our cynical view of sports and the people who run it, because they were, at one time, very special. That is, they were special until they were taken over by self-centered egomaniacs who took everything from them they could steal.

Just like America.

From “Sometimes Sports Can Work as a Metaphor”, posted on Slobber and Spittle, by Cujo359.

Gays are so much fun..to bash

…Gallagher is willing to allow that the gays are among god’s kids, but they are clearly the duds, the defectives, the ones that god sends out on sleep-overs when he’s having respectable company over for dinner…

From “Standing Athwart God’s Short Bus, posted on Faith in Honest Doubt, by Dale.

Let’s All Go To See Jesus!

Seriously, the standard for what counts as a vision of Jesus has really gone down hill if this is enough to get people all excited.

From “Look! It’s a Pole! It’s a Plant! It’s Jesus Christ!”, posted on Stupid Evil Bastard, by Les.

We are Listening

With our scurrying minds
and our lidless will
and our lank, floppy bodies
and our galloping yens
and our deep, cosmic loneliness
and our starboard hearts
where love careens,
we are listening,
the small bipeds
with the giant dreams.

An excerpt from a poem by Diane Ackerman, posted on Whiskey River.

Why Sam’s Penis is a Lonely Lover

I told Sam that he needed to have direct stimulation on his penis in order to get an erection. He disagreed; shouldn’t it be enough that he was “excited”? “It’s important that you’re emotionally aroused,” I partially agreed. “But you need to be physically aroused as well.”

He didn’t quite believe me. He didn’t WANT to believe me. Because that would involve communicating with Yolanda: His desire to be touched or licked. How he wanted to be touched or licked. And, of course, the ways he didn’t want to be touched or licked.

Sam was shy about that. “Having sex is one thing,” he said. “Talking about it is much more difficult.” I agreed: “Yes, talking about sex is much more intimate than doing it.”

From “How To NOT Get An Erection”, posted on Sexual Intelligence, by Dr. Marty Klein.

What do you think of my haul?

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