RuthCanal

travel light and see how the real people that live in a counrty live. --- Well said, Sue. My father, who escaped from Russia when he was 9 years old during the Revolution, gave me the same advice. That is why when i came to San Francisco rather than stay at the Mark Hopkins or the Motel 6, I stayed at the Street Whore Hostel and Needle Exchange. Did i go to Fisherman's Wharf and the acquarium? NO! I went out and stood under the awning of the liquor store on 15th where I made freinds with people who didnt even speak english...but i'll tell you one thing, even the little kids had mastered metrics!!! Even a 13 year old knew a how many grams make an eigth of an ounce. My father, of course, could always communicate with anyone because he could speak Yiddish. You can always find someone who speaks Yiddish. And sue, i want to publicly thank you for that wonderful thing you did for me....after our "night together" you standing on the pavement outside the Hostel, weaving erotically and drooling foolishly, singing, "What's good enough for other folks just isn't good enough for me -- ohhhhhh my and my RC, yes me and my RC!" Love RC

I was born and raised in a town where the State Prison is located. There was a coffee table book published there a few years back with glorious black and white photos of the various prisoners and their diverse sub-cultures within the walls. Some of these "male" prisoners comport themselves as if hotsy-totsy female cell-sluts with a marked propensity for servicing the sexual needs of every Dick, Ali, Fabrica, Orlon, Linoliumo, Hung Far Lo, and Zhiphur Talon's joint in the joint. Which then is preferable: to have overtly homosexual prisoners seducing our fine hetrosexual criminals into a life of sexual sin by oral persuasion and back door politics, or to allow men who feel as if they are women criminals to more closely resemble women criminals in mood and physical manifestation to the point where they are moved away from other "men" and placed with other women. Some may look askance at the petitioning prisoner's motives, assuming that this is a way for him to get busy with the booty instead of playing "Gargle Raul" in cell block nine. However, if he is truly a mental she, then the gender reassignment surgery would bring on even greater frustration -- while he is currently surrounded by objects of potential sexual desire (MEN), she will be surrounded by other women who, like her, long for sexual realtions with a adult member of the opposit gender. Were he motivated by desires for sexual activity with the opposit gender, he would (euphamistically) keep his mouth shut, and bend over backwards to stay buttressed within a fortress dripping with testosterone -- so for those of you who are punishment afficianados, those who dont see penitence as the object of penitentiaries, but rather degradation and humiliation motivated by irrational retribution, his request should fill you with sadistic glee -- not only will his body be under the knife, and his manhood excised, but he will be removed from surrounding in which his sexual desires could be fulfilled. Unless of course he desires to be a lesbian, at which time he will feel right at home.

LOL@standing in front of the bus! One other thing that makes me uncomfortable is when humor styles collide -- as leonard maltin said, the world is divided into two groups "those that laugh at the three stooges, and those who wonder why the others are laughing" You and sue are both filled with rollicking good humor. Best to you both.

first of all, Sad Sue is not fictional. I have seen her in person. She is NOT ME (thank GOD - yes i know that is a different thread). Yes, Sue is a skydiver. She loves it!!! It is almost all she talks about. She talks about sky diving with all the revolting enthusiasm of a Moonie selling candy in a mall parking lot --- except she doesnt lie. Sue is sue....expansive, expressive, kind, loving, silly, a stirrer up of thought, and i wish i had breasts half as pillowy as hers. Yes, she is famed for overstating her case, assuming opposition where it might not exist, but that's just because she was born in a cross fire hurricane. She is, i can honestly say, i fine human being who earnestly cares about the well being of others. So there. Now, sue --- i accept pay pal, VISA, MASTERCARD, and gifts from my gift list on line. [angelic

I am most uncomfortable when i sense people are uncomfortable with the fact that I am uncomfortable with their discomfort -- a situation that is easily avoidable, for heavens sake! I mean, if you dont want to watch me masturbate, don't sit next to me on the bus.

I love it when they convulse for a minute and you think they are going to croak when they have the big O. From where i come, we call that a SEIZURE SALAD W/RANCH

QuoteLMFAOOOOOOO I have never loved sheep and I definatley dont eat them. Sue: you aint seen nuthin till your down on a mutton. Dentist? Well, as i recall you always were orally inclined. Sad Sue, requesting Novacain, said "Doc, i want to feel no pain." He replied "When i drill, you'll find it a thrill, besides you're mildly insane" PS: Thanks for the great time in SF. I never knew a woman could do so many handy things with Crisco Brand shortning -- you should certainly share your tips with Hints from Heloise.

We all have different cultural norms. For example, in NZ a man with a sheep under one arm and a goat under the other is termed 'bisexual." But in Canada he is termed "Lucky" and in the USA Bible Belt he is known as "Hell Bent for Leather." Personally, my research on the subject reveals that God is actually defined in the Chrisitan Gospels. According to Jesus, who's word is supposedly authorative, "God is Love." Hence, the question is not one of beliefe in doctinre, but rather one of manifesting love. If it is love, it is God. If it is not love, it is not God. But we must diferentiate between lust for sheep and love of animals; etc. Love is always an attraction based on qualities and attributes. Let us not be sheepish about love.

Regarding my teeth: Most of them are mine except a few souveniers i keep in a drawer. All the teeth in my mouth are my own. I also try to keep a civil tongue in my head, including my own. Warmest interpersonal regards, Ruth

Sue 00 i know we have not met, yet i must say that it is a joy to find someone as open to consciousness expanding experiences as you are. I find the thrill of being airborn a metaphor for the liberating experience of interpersonal/intergender experimentations of expressed intimacy. Perhaps this is a backdoor way of introducing myself, proclivities and activities, but allow me to say that I am impressed. Hope to hear more from you, Ruth.