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OPEN
Before you open me make sure this
Is truly something you want to do,
Right now all you have is an outside view,
Are you ready to explore what lies within?
What you are about to experience is
Very precious-some would say priceless
I am wise beyond my years as my
Soul is old-some would say ageless.
Few have scratched the surface and
Many failed to grasp the meaning,
Of a life that has taken me far
Beyond simple dreaming.
Are you prepared to dive into the
Black sea of my soul?
Can you abandon all of your fears
And all that you
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Interesting idea...
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Posted:Jan 8, 2009 8:05 am
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2014 9:30 pm
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Saw this on Digi's blog and really liked it,w ho knows if I will get comments or not, let's experiment. This space is for you to tell me whatever may be on your mind. Your story, your rant, your whatever. This is a completely private space. I will not post your comments, only read and respond if applicable.
So anyway, here I am... and you have my attention.
PS
I am enjoying reading these like you wouldn't believe. And by the way feel free to leave dirty, naughty things as well. GOL
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The Invitation...
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Posted:May 25, 2008 5:48 pm
Last Updated:May 14, 2013 4:28 am
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It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the .
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
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A repost from my old blog... Cocks on cam
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Posted:May 25, 2008 12:12 pm
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2014 9:27 pm
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Why does a “man” of any age but particularly one in their 30’s or above feel this overwhelming need to come into a chat room and announce that they are “On cam with cock in hand, waiting to cum” And why for the love of all that is holy do they get offended when we don’t want to watch. It is no secret that it’s the male of the species that is far more visual then the female half. This does not by any means mean that we do not appreciate the male form or how a man looks. It just means that we have a quicker ability to look past and thru these things and that a woman is wooed by far more than a penis or for that matter the size of said penis. A giant cock on cam is the same as any dick on cam. How is it that after all this time men do not understand this. Okay, some of you will argue “Hey it’s a sex site, don’t be a prude, etc. etc.” I could argue that point as well but that’s not what this blog is about. It is not a matter of the where you are doing it; it’s what and the how. We understand you want to get laid and here is a secret, many of the women on this site do to, but the majority of us are immediately turned off by the presentation of the almighty cock in all its stunning glory on a fuzzy cam in a dark room being stroked by a hairy hand, with all manner of grunt and groan emitting from what is usually a hidden face. Here’s a thought for you, when I meet you the first thing I am going to see is not your dick. I realize this probably blows your mind that I won’t want to see it just right off the bat but what can I say I like a little mystery. Even if all we are going to do is screw, I want to talk to you, women are verbal. I want to know we have something to talk about and that we have a connection of some sort and for the record your cock connected to me at some point doesn’t count. It is not only the dick we want it is the package attached to it. If you’re dumber than a door nail I don’t want to screw you. If you have no sense of humor then you’re out the door. It is very simple; appeal to something other then just my vagina. I can guarantee you that if you stimulate my mind the rest of me will follow whole heartedly. Hell, not only will the rest of me follow but you will get way more then you bargained for.
Just once I would like to see…”Man on cam reading Neruda, pull up a chair let me seduce you.” Now that’s a cam I’d turn on!!!!
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Confessions of a woman hater...
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Posted:May 25, 2008 11:42 am
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2014 9:32 pm
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Hi my name is 2ndCircle and I hate women...Now before ya go throwing Manolo's and Choo's at me hear me out. I grew up in all female household just my mother me and my twin sister. I never had much in common with them and in turn that may have dripped over into my friendships. I was a tomboy thru and thru and my sister the princess of the realm (which I suppose made me the Court Jester). I also found that other girls did not like the tomboy. We were always the ones the boys wanted to play with and the ones they looked for.
As we got older this of course changed as did I. My pursuits went to more girly things and I left the tomboy behind. I still found however that the women and I did not get along. I looked at my male friends and I saw this ability to forgive each other even the biggest mistakes and hurts. My female friends however where a whole other story, I once witnessed 2 male friends of mine get in an argument over a girl and proceed to have a fist fight only to make up 2 days later and be best buds again like nothing ever happened. I also once witnessed the end of a 10 year friendship between 2 female friends of mine over a perceived slight.
When I moved into adulthood and the real world I saw this played out more and more especially in business. As male colleagues seemed to have each others backs and the women seemed to claw and fight each other to get to the top. The 3 Musketeers had All for one and one for all and yet if they were women I think it would have been like All for one and if you get in my way I will do all I can to remove you and any trace you existed. Perhaps it is society's fault, as I am sure some will say it is how we are raised and how we are viewed. But there comes a point where we must stand up and be held accountable for our own actions. How often have we seen 2 women long friends’ battle over some grimy man, only to find out later that he wasn't good enough for either of them? Only now it is too late and all that they had is lost, shattered and scattered like ashes on the wind.
This was my train of thought for a long time. But I have to say that a shocking thing happened when I joined NoStrings. In the last place you would think to learn a life lesson I actually did. I witnessed women who barley knew each other take up for one another when one was run over verbally. I saw women make friends in the unlikeliest of places, a sex chat. And form bonds that seem like the will last. I have seen women in the swinger lifestyle share men and not be catty and vindictive. And I have read blogs that make you proud to be a woman. I realize that there are exceptions to every rule of course and that goes for the whole blog and yes I have seen that side as well for me however I do see a silver lining. I did not come here to be taught and maybe that is why I am so open to it. And I thank all of you that have shown me what being a good, strong woman is about. Maybe as we get older our thoughts change and maybe it takes a glimmer of a post in a room to give it a push. I am at the point where I can look back and say...Hi my name is 2ndCircle and I like women.
So my heart felt thanks ladies.
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Posted:May 21, 2008 3:48 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 8:39 am
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Okay other blog got cut off I am trying to fix it...please stand by...
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For my friends...
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Posted:May 13, 2008 3:09 pm
Last Updated:Feb 14, 2009 1:41 pm
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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a of God. Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We were born to manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us, it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fears, our presence automatically liberates others
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