compared2what? wrote:Thank you. You really are all the nice things I've said about you, fwiw.
I've got nice hair, too.
I don't really see the point in choosing some random woman and using tricks to seduce them.
To get laid, as I understand it. And there's really nothing at all wrong with that, per se, if you ask me. As long as both parties are more or less on the same page wrt how the game is played, it can be every bit as much fun as any of the other ludicrous rituals in which people in their twenties who want to have casual sex routinely engage, really.
Well, yeah, it was more, sort of, the whole thing, that I don't see the point of. I mean, if you just want to have casual sex there are plenty of prostitutes about. And masturbation, which is cheaper. I mean, if you're just manipulating a woman with tips out of your little hand book you might as well be using a blow-up doll anyway.
But you know how those cult-y types are. They just can't do anything without getting all tediously doctrinaire and oppressive about it. The poor things.
Perhaps they'll join the scientologists. Cult to cult. Otherwise they'll probably get over it.
Stephen Morgan wrote:I'd accept "we weren't alive when these things happened", but that sort of thing wouldn't tie in with what I believe to be their motive, which is their desire to be prolific sexual predators.
Sure. But to be fair, they do kind of have to be. I mean, they are neo-tantric, after all.
They want to go for that right hand path. The stoic self-control, and so on. And, of course, a useful double entendre implying masturbation.
Unless you're left handed.
But now that you pointed it out--yup, that's what I see too: a tornado taking out downtown Oakland 
Not likely in our climate. But, just a few years back, the first tornados in living memory were spotted over on the peninsula, so.....
My reward for (finally) finishing the garden shed will be a small flock of my own...which of course means building a chicken house and enclosure, given all the raccoons hereabouts. I want the fancy chickens with fountains of feathers on their heads and some with feather bloomers on their legs. You know, San Francisco has some native peregrine falcons too--I watched one swooping and diving near the Metreon one day last year. Here at my old house-on-a-hill I befriended a forlorn baby scrub jay 15 or so years ago and his descendants are still plaguing me for peanuts a dozen times a day. My hubby says my Native American name is "Talks To Birds" 
