Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Splendor of Being Hot and Cold
"Hot N Cold"
You change your mind
Like a girl changes clothes
Yeah you, PMS
Like a bitch
I would know
And you over think
Always speak
Cryptically
I should know
That you're no good for me
[CHORUS]
Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in then you're out
You're up then you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
(you) You don't really want to stay, no
(but you) But you don't really want to go-o
You're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in then you're out
You're up then you're down
We used to be
Just like twins
So in sync
The same energy
Now's a dead battery
Used to laugh bout nothing
Now you're plain boring
I should know that
You're not gonna change
[CHORUS]
Someone call the doctor
Got a case of a love bi-polar
Stuck on a roller coaster
Can't get off this ride
You change your mind
Like a girl changes clothes
[CHORUS 2:]
Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in then you're out
You're up then you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
You're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in then you're out
You're up then you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
(you) You don't really want to stay, no
(but you) But you don't really want to go-o
You're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in then you're out
You're up then you're down, down...
Like a girl changes clothes
Yeah you, PMS
Like a bitch
I would know
And you over think
Always speak
Cryptically
I should know
That you're no good for me
[CHORUS]
Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in then you're out
You're up then you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
(you) You don't really want to stay, no
(but you) But you don't really want to go-o
You're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in then you're out
You're up then you're down
We used to be
Just like twins
So in sync
The same energy
Now's a dead battery
Used to laugh bout nothing
Now you're plain boring
I should know that
You're not gonna change
[CHORUS]
Someone call the doctor
Got a case of a love bi-polar
Stuck on a roller coaster
Can't get off this ride
You change your mind
Like a girl changes clothes
[CHORUS 2:]
Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in then you're out
You're up then you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
You're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in then you're out
You're up then you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
(you) You don't really want to stay, no
(but you) But you don't really want to go-o
You're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in then you're out
You're up then you're down, down...
This song is sung by Katie Perry. I do not own the rights to this song, lyrics, however, the meaning is for a very special someone.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Your Beautiful
This is a video of James Blunts "Your Beautiful" and my analyzing it. I have NO ownership to the song. I am giving credit where credit it due. James Blunt, you are Brilliant!
I have been listening to James Blunt's "Your Beautiful" and didn't get the meaning of this song/video, until I watched it a couple times. I didn't realize he was committing suicide over his lack of trying to make contact with a beautiful woman who was with another man on the subway, but he "had a plan". What was his plan? To talk to her? Get rid of the boyfriend? What? Was his plan to commit suicide because he'd rather die than not have his beautiful girl, which may or may not be his ex-girlfriend? There has to be more to it. I do understand that a beautiful face you can never forget.
He didn't carry out his plan in talking to her and obviously violence was not an option. It appears self-doubt got the better of him. He states in his song, the original lyrics that she looked at him, and she could see from his face that he was FUCKING HIGH, not flying high. So Fucking high could mean heroin? If she was an ex girlfriend, maybe she dumped him because he's a drug addict? Now she moved on and he blew it. If she wasn't, maybe he thinks she is too beautiful for him and wouldn't want to mess with someone who is a drug addicted loser, or maybe fucking high could mean something entirely different, like mental illness? He's so full of self doubt and feels inferior that he has to go off into seclusion, in the rain and snow, take off his shirt and all his belongings and lays them neatly in a row before him. This is a Japanese tradition in removing ones's shoes and contents of their clothing before jumping to your death from a great height. So he has some sense of spirituality.
He also touches all the objects, except for the one item to the left of his shoes. This is his suicidal note. He doubts he'll see her again. Maybe the box is an engagement ring that he couldn't touch it? There are a bunch of seagulls circling over him which represent buzzards. So he decides to jump into the freezing ocean off the high mountain because he must face the truth, that he'll never be with her. So fucking sad.
I watched this video about a dozen times last night and I cried like a little baby. I cried for him and I cried for what could have been if only he had the self confidence to approach her. It's the small things that make the difference in your life. It's better to have a shot in the dark than to die knowing you never even tried. For all the hopefuls out there, maybe it wasn't a suicide, but a water cleansing, water represents purity and cleansing and rebirth so maybe he is trying to explain to her that at the end, he jumps into the water to be reborn? No, I know it's suicide. I tried to see it other ways to help me sleep better last night. He died :-( I will say this again, a beautiful face you can never forget! I know this from experience.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
My Crazy Cat/Pussy!
Anyone want a cat? LOL She just went into heat and is very LOUD. It's worse than a baby crying. I feel like tossing her outside and letting her go for a quick shag with that black and white male cat that lives next door and hides under my car. But that would only make matters worse, cause then I'd have like 5-6 more cats and well, our Kitty isn't very well wanted by half the household, let alone 6 more?
Her and I have a lot in common. I swear last night I went into a heat. It was awful because I have no one to share with me the times when I get so horny. I can sympathize with my cat and wished to cry out too last night. How can I go into a heat if I have no uterus and only one ovary. I take low doses of estrogen to compensate for the lost ovary. OR, is being horny all in your head? Is it a mental condition? I don't crave it all the time, and most days I'm comfortable with just being held and cuddled. So I am off to find out what is going on with the human female species. Do we have heat cycles or are we mental?
Some psychologists think that being angry is a mental illness, some say that wanting to have sex is a mental illness, some say hoarding things is a mental illness. The DSM states a lot of what everyday people do, whether by habit or not is a form of mental illness. Which leaves me to what is normal?
According to the *APA, "The entire DSM charade is a ploy to characterize an ever-increasing segment of the population as being "sick" and in need of pharmaceutical drugs. There can be no variations in personality and individual characteristics; if a person does not live, think, and react in prescribed fashion, then he or she is sick and in need of treatment"
Her and I have a lot in common. I swear last night I went into a heat. It was awful because I have no one to share with me the times when I get so horny. I can sympathize with my cat and wished to cry out too last night. How can I go into a heat if I have no uterus and only one ovary. I take low doses of estrogen to compensate for the lost ovary. OR, is being horny all in your head? Is it a mental condition? I don't crave it all the time, and most days I'm comfortable with just being held and cuddled. So I am off to find out what is going on with the human female species. Do we have heat cycles or are we mental?
Some psychologists think that being angry is a mental illness, some say that wanting to have sex is a mental illness, some say hoarding things is a mental illness. The DSM states a lot of what everyday people do, whether by habit or not is a form of mental illness. Which leaves me to what is normal?
According to the *APA, "The entire DSM charade is a ploy to characterize an ever-increasing segment of the population as being "sick" and in need of pharmaceutical drugs. There can be no variations in personality and individual characteristics; if a person does not live, think, and react in prescribed fashion, then he or she is sick and in need of treatment"
*(NaturalNews) Proposed updates to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM) are prompting many to question whether or not the psychiatric profession itself has gone crazy. The latest additions to the alleged "mentally ill" could include hoarders, people who get angry every now and again, lazy people, and even those who get outraged over things like sex and violence on television.
Since its first publication back in 1952, the DSM has grown exponentially larger with each subsequent edition. Many people are lambasting the American Psychiatric Association (APA) for trying to establish virtually all behavior as some sort of mental disorder that should be treated with psychiatric drugs.
"For this latest revision they've set up a special task force to decide if behaviors like bitterness, extreme shopping or overuse of the internet should be included," explained Professor Christopher Lane to a reporter from the the U.K.'s Daily Mail. "The science underlying all this is very shaky to non-existent."
Since its first publication back in 1952, the DSM has grown exponentially larger with each subsequent edition. Many people are lambasting the American Psychiatric Association (APA) for trying to establish virtually all behavior as some sort of mental disorder that should be treated with psychiatric drugs.
"For this latest revision they've set up a special task force to decide if behaviors like bitterness, extreme shopping or overuse of the internet should be included," explained Professor Christopher Lane to a reporter from the the U.K.'s Daily Mail. "The science underlying all this is very shaky to non-existent."
So, what they are saying is the psychiatric "profession" has done itself no favors with the DSM. Feeling ill? Take a pill. Feeling frill? Take a pill. Need a thrill? Take a pill. Need to chill? Take a pill.Stressed by bills? Take a pill. Wanna grill? Better take a pill!!! I hear it causes cancer and people who grill are going for a slow suicide??? What if we use that thing we have between our ears, what's it called again?, our brain, and take responsibility for our own wellbeing? Yes, some of us really need our medication. I am one of them and deciding we really do need help is using our brains. But come on, every little thing is a psychiatric problem nowadays. See, I should never look up if being horny is a mental illness or if a women can go into heat!!!!!
I also learned that during the second week of a woman's cycle, she produces powerful pheromones that make her scent smell good to men, but most men don't notice this, and her lips swell, both up top and down below, she lubricates better so sperm can swim more easily to get her pregnant, and that lubrication smells good and has a mild flavor. Plus, women tend to LOOK better at this time. Her hair is fuller, her cheeks are rosier and she is more pleasant to be around, you got a good 3-5 day window of opportunity to enjoy this cause then everything hurts, we can't stand to be around anyone and well, everyone hates PMS.
So, I am guessing depending on the woman, it can be both hormonal and psychological in how horny and responsive we are at certain times of our cycle. All I know is, last night, I wanted to get laid so bad. I even took an extra Klonipan to relax me, and it worked. I woke up today, feeling relaxed.
*some quoted by APA and Natural News where indicated.
*some quoted by APA and Natural News where indicated.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Frisky Friday 1: Outdoor Lovin'
First, before I write my Erotica, the next thing I will be purchasing is a pair of remote controlled vibrating underwear. Like from in the movie The Ugly Truth.. I can't wait to receive them, sometime around my birthday, next month!!!
This is my first Frisky Friday Erotica Blog (well, I wrote an erotica for a special someone last month) but this one is just a fantasy of mine, where as the last one, was more like a wish? It was fantasy and helped things along when pleasuring myself. I haven't pleasured myself in almost 2 months now. I am beginning to feel antsy and horny and want to experience some of these fantasies I will be writing. I will say that some of the fantasies I write can get people in trouble, especially the outdoor stuff. No telling the prying eyes and voyeurism that could go on. That in itself is a turn on, but I am in no way, shape or form telling my readers to go outside and have sex as you may get caught for indecent exposure among other things. So, with that being said, be careful and let's begin........
I love the great outdoors, the fresh air, and the scent of nature brings the wild side out in me. I feel one with the elements and feel the urge to become one with someone special. That is why I suggested the walk along a secluded trail. It's Spring and warm for this time of year. The trees and flowers are coming alive and so am I.
We headed into the trail, talking about small stuff like movies and coffee and how our lives are going. I look up at him and swing my hand close to his, eventually he gets the hint and grabs my hand and we continue on our path. After a few minutes, the birds are singing, I feel alive and we swing our arms in rhythm to our pace admiring the awakening of nature and our desires.
I look up at him and made that eye contact look that tells him I want him to kiss me. It felt like the perfect moment. He must not have got the hint because we kept walking. I swear he can be the most elusive man I know, so I pull him to the edge of the trail and up against the tree. He was a bit startled but I sure got his attention. I starred into his eyes for a few moments. Is he getting the idea? I want some lip action.
I feel him tremble under my hands as I pause to get a handle on the moment. My hands are on his shoulders as I lean in closer to him and I make contact with his lips. That was the catalyst that ignited my intense moisture in-between my legs. Just looking at him gets me hot.
"Do you trust me?" I sweetly ask him. He looked at me with such an innocent face, that it was almost impossible to go through with this. However, he shook his head yes slightly and I rubbed his well toned chest, and kissed his neck. He smelled so good and he never wears cologne, it's all his natural scent. They say if you're attracted to your partner's natural scent that you have good chemistry. Our chemistry, must then be amazing. I kissed his mouth, and he responded, slowly at first, but then more enthusiastically.
He grabbed my chest and began massaging my breasts. I moved in on him pressing my hips into his groin as he moaned softly in my ear. I could feel his excitement through our clothes and I wanted to feel him without any barriers such as these clothes, so I found and unhooked his belt buckle. He was no longer resistant in any way, and the smile that had flickered in his eyes now lit up his entire face. He stood perfectly still as I began rubbing his erection through his zipper and he started swaying into my hand, eventually covering my hand with his. I started to unzip his pants with some difficulty. Maybe it was nerves, maybe it was fear of getting caught, or being watched, it was still exciting nonetheless.
"Here, let me help" His voice was softer than I ever heard it before. He grabbed my hand as he gently helped me pull his manhood out of his pants. He felt amazing, rock hard and stiff but still velvety soft to the touch. I wanted to put my mouth on it and feel it in my mouth, roll over it with my tongue. I wonder how he feels about that? Will he let me taste him?
I haven't been this close to such a beautiful body in a long time and I want to savor it. I dropped to my knees and began to put my lips on the head of his cock when he stopped me. So I gazed up slowly over his torso and melted in his eyes, afraid he was going to stop all this, but relaxed as his eyes danced with mischief. His contagious smile had widened, and I stood up and in close to him for a moment almost in childish glee.
He pulled me into another kiss, deepening as the kiss went on. His lips were soft and sweet, an oasis in his stubble, unshaven face. I rubbed his chest, his stomach, and down, stopping on his groin, which throbbed as we tongue kissed. He coaxed me towards him again and I almost let him pull me to the ground. The curiosity was back in his eyes, but the smile never wavered.
I dropped back down to my knees between his legs and took him in my hands, his glorious firm erection covered with baby soft skin and slowly began to lick his dick, and kiss his upper thighs and balls. I let my tongue line his thighs. I followed the hairline up his soft belly, which rippled when I teased it with the tip of my tongue. I moved up to his chest and then to his neck and took in his extraordinary natural scent that gets me so high. After nibbling his neck and sucking his ear lobe, I covered his lips with tender quick kisses, then repeated the same sequence in reverse.
I continued to suck his private area with vigor and hunger, taking him all in, until I tasted his arousal and knew that he was close to cuming. I want this to linger on some more so I snaked up beside him, to slow it down, I massaged his stomach, and his chest while allowing my tongue to explore the sweetness of his mouth. He laced his fingers through my hair, pressing his face against mine. We both were breathing heavy.
He was in charge now. Before I knew it, he had me topless and was teasing my breasts, which were aching for his touch. His hands were soft and warm on my hard nipples, which he fondled to the same rhythm I kept with his hip moments against me.
He took his time, making his way from my chest to my soaking panties, and I moaned as he pressed his palm firmly against my pussy. I wanted to scream, he made me want to scream and I dug my nails into his shoulders. Together we slipped off my panties and he pulled me down on the cool grass and he rolled on top of me. I don't think our lips ever left each others. His hands cupped my breasts, and his manhood played at the entrance of my love canal, making me crazy with desire.
When I couldn't stand it any longer, I firmly grabbed his ass and forced his hard cock deep inside me. He giggled softly, and stayed still for a moment as I exhaled, then he slowly began pumping in and out. His mouth was all over me, kissing, nibbling, sucking, and working me into a frenzy. I was spinning out of control as he pumped faster and harder, and I was headed toward the strongest and longest climax of my life. The tremors and quakes were still rocking my body, and with a deep and final thrust, he released his hot load inside of me.
We stayed still, connected for several minutes, catching our breath and enjoying the closeness, until he slowly pulled out and lay his warm, limp passion pole against my pulsating box. After several tender kisses, we got up, dressed in silence, and returned down the trail, hand in hand, back to talking about the latest movies out and which restaurants are offering the best vegan fair, I wonder if this will happen again, and when and where our next bout of passion will explode. It gets me so excited thinking about touching his hot, sexy body.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Hump Day Tip #1: Car Sex
How do I even have sex in a car? And will I get in a lot of trouble if I'm caught?
Take it easy! No one is going to force you to have sex in a car. Just put the sock on the door and well leave you alone.
Your question, however, intrigued me, so I did some poking around in the sex world (Van Nuys, California), and it turns out that having sex in a car is very, very today. If caught, you won't get in too much trouble: Provided everyone is of legal age, all acts are consensual, you're not in public view, there aren’t any juveniles present in the area, there aren't any illegal drugs or weapons in the car, and no one's intoxicated or engaged in any acts that are specifically prohibited by statute, you (and perhaps your party) might get slapped with a public-indecency charge, an offense that can carry a fine of up to $1,000 and/or jail time.
Honestly, this car sex sounds like a pain in the ass, which might be why Eric Marlowe Garrison, sex counselor and author of the upcoming The Foreplay Bible, the latest bible to include an entire chapter of practical advice for having oral, anal, and even plain, God-fearing sex in cars, encourages couples to practice in private garages whenever possible.
"And I always recommend having an exit strategy," he says, with, I believe, no intended pun. "My rule for car sex is, if you wouldn't feel comfortable going there for a picnic during the day or even pulling over for hot chocolate at night — and those are the same amounts of time you'd need — I wouldn't recommend sex there." I don't know what all this has to do with hot chocolate, but I can't help thinking it might be better if adults practiced sex in a bed, inside, with the doors locked, while very drunk — or risk the very likely outcome of being just the latest in a long line of lovers slain by the legendary Zodiac killer, who, I might remind you, was never caught.
So, there you have it.... having sex in the car can be very risky and if caught can land you for indecent exposure. The key to doing this AMAZING kind of sex is to find a stop NO ONE will go, such as where the PO-PO won't bother you. Go out into the deep woods, maybe down an abandon road and get your freak on. Eric Marlowe Garrison, I'm sorry, but I think you need to get laid under the shining stars of the sky in the public or somewhere out in nature. You're too uptight!!! I would like to try this again sometime soon. I'm adding it to my "Bucket List"!
I know that I have had my share of car sex, and been caught a few times. We didn't get in trouble, but the cop did look a little uncomfortable finding us. This can be an invigorating experience to have sex in your vehicle with the fear of getting caught. It makes you have all kinds of feelings beside the good ole carnal. If you can find the right place and the right partner, I give it a thumbs, or solid Maypole, UP!!!!
Take it easy! No one is going to force you to have sex in a car. Just put the sock on the door and well leave you alone.
Your question, however, intrigued me, so I did some poking around in the sex world (Van Nuys, California), and it turns out that having sex in a car is very, very today. If caught, you won't get in too much trouble: Provided everyone is of legal age, all acts are consensual, you're not in public view, there aren’t any juveniles present in the area, there aren't any illegal drugs or weapons in the car, and no one's intoxicated or engaged in any acts that are specifically prohibited by statute, you (and perhaps your party) might get slapped with a public-indecency charge, an offense that can carry a fine of up to $1,000 and/or jail time.
Honestly, this car sex sounds like a pain in the ass, which might be why Eric Marlowe Garrison, sex counselor and author of the upcoming The Foreplay Bible, the latest bible to include an entire chapter of practical advice for having oral, anal, and even plain, God-fearing sex in cars, encourages couples to practice in private garages whenever possible.
"And I always recommend having an exit strategy," he says, with, I believe, no intended pun. "My rule for car sex is, if you wouldn't feel comfortable going there for a picnic during the day or even pulling over for hot chocolate at night — and those are the same amounts of time you'd need — I wouldn't recommend sex there." I don't know what all this has to do with hot chocolate, but I can't help thinking it might be better if adults practiced sex in a bed, inside, with the doors locked, while very drunk — or risk the very likely outcome of being just the latest in a long line of lovers slain by the legendary Zodiac killer, who, I might remind you, was never caught.
So, there you have it.... having sex in the car can be very risky and if caught can land you for indecent exposure. The key to doing this AMAZING kind of sex is to find a stop NO ONE will go, such as where the PO-PO won't bother you. Go out into the deep woods, maybe down an abandon road and get your freak on. Eric Marlowe Garrison, I'm sorry, but I think you need to get laid under the shining stars of the sky in the public or somewhere out in nature. You're too uptight!!! I would like to try this again sometime soon. I'm adding it to my "Bucket List"!
I know that I have had my share of car sex, and been caught a few times. We didn't get in trouble, but the cop did look a little uncomfortable finding us. This can be an invigorating experience to have sex in your vehicle with the fear of getting caught. It makes you have all kinds of feelings beside the good ole carnal. If you can find the right place and the right partner, I give it a thumbs, or solid Maypole, UP!!!!
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
The Splendor of Spicing Up My Blog
I am going to start a new project. Wednesday and Friday's are going to be exciting days. Instead of crying in my sorrow over my divorce, I am going to make a couple days very fun creatively. Friday, will be a called "Frisky Friday" where I will write all my fantasy's down. Maybe one day, I will be able to write that they actually came true? Obviously, no one will know with who :-) Wednesday, is Hump Day, and I will be writing Hump Day Tips, too get ready for Friday's fantasy's. This should be interesting. The rest of the week I will try to get creative but I am running out of ideas to write about and don't want to boo-hoo over my current relationship status. I'd appreciate if you give me ideas in the comment section below.
I also got a few dating applications for anyone interested in dating me. I am VERY picky, I haven't been on the market in over 20 years!!!!! I am not enthusiatic about going out into the "jungle" and will be screening all my potentials. LOL HaHa!!! Did you think I was actually serious? HMMMM, Maybe I am. LOL So I am adding the 3 of them here. Feel free to submit to answer or just laugh your ass off, like I am doing right now. Sometimes, you just have to have a little fun in this world.
Note: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement, criminal history, driving record, job history, and current health record/medical report from your physician. LOL
I also got a few dating applications for anyone interested in dating me. I am VERY picky, I haven't been on the market in over 20 years!!!!! I am not enthusiatic about going out into the "jungle" and will be screening all my potentials. LOL HaHa!!! Did you think I was actually serious? HMMMM, Maybe I am. LOL So I am adding the 3 of them here. Feel free to submit to answer or just laugh your ass off, like I am doing right now. Sometimes, you just have to have a little fun in this world.
Dating Application
Note: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement, criminal history, driving record, job history, and current health record/medical report from your physician. LOL
Name:__________________________________________
Date of Birth: ____________________________________
Height: _____________ Weight: _____________________
IQ: ________ Social Security Number: ________________
Drivers License Number: ___________________________
Home Address: ___________________________________
Do you own a van? _________
A truck with oversized tires? ________
A waterbed? ________
A pick up with a mattress in the back? ______
Do you have an eyebrow, nose ring, or belly button ring? _______
A tattoo on your neck? ________
Do you have a mullet? ________
NOTE: If you answered yes to any of the last 7 questions, You MAY still have a shot. LOL Answer correctly and you're through to the next round!
How many times have you been married? _____________________
How many times have you been divorced? _______________________
Have you ever cheated on a girlfriend or wife? ______________________
When going on a date, who should pay? _________________________________
Have you ever been accused or convicted of stalking? ______________________
If I tell you to drop dead today will you continue to contact me? ______________
Do you know how to cook? __________________
What is your relationship like with your mother? _____________________
(you shouldn’t need ANY more space than that for this answer)
Do you own a dog? _______________
What is your definition of an alcoholic? ____________________________
Do you like kids?___________________
Do you have kids? ____________________
Do you pay child support? _______ How much? ___________
Have you ever been late on your child support payments? ________
How much baggage do you carry?___________
Are you able to fix my car?____________
Do you own a home?____________Have you ever been late on your mortgage?_________
What kind of vehicle do you drive? ___________
Do you have a car payment? __________ How much is it? ____________
Do you know the difference between the dinner fork and the salad fork? __________
In 50 words or less what does “LATE” mean to you? ______________________________________________
In 50 words or less, what does “STALKING” mean to you?__________________________________________________
In 50 words or less what does “GOING ON A DATE” mean to you?
Signature:____________________________________________
Your signature indicates that all answers are TRUE. If you are found falsifying answers and/or documents you will be sent hunting with Cheney.
Thank you for your interest. Please allow four to six years for processing. You will be contacted in writing if you are approved. Please DO NOT call or write during the processing time.
This is an Application to Sex Me..... 1% passes this one. LOL
01. Would you be in control?
02. Would you pull my hair?
03. Would you whisper in my ear?
04. Would you talk dirty to me?
05. Would you kiss me with a little tongue or a lot of tongue?
06. Would you say my name?
07. Would you go down on me?
08. Would you let me give you a hickie?
09. How many rounds would we go? (Important....I am like the energy bunny)
10. What would you wanna do afterwards? (See Question 9)
11. Would you take off all your clothes then take mine off slowly?
12. Would you lick and bite me all over?
13. Would you like to play or get straight to the point?
14. Would you want me to take my time?
15. How freaky are you, 1 - 10? (The higher the better)
16. Would you want me to go fast or slow?
17. Where would you wanna “do it”?
18. Would you be loud or quiet?
19. Would you mind if i licked you?
20. Would you date me? (optional, unless your an equivalent )
21. Would you do it today?
22. Would you do it tomorrow?
23. Would you like my family?
24. Are you between 21-45?
25 Are u a head fuck?
26 Do you have issues?
27. Are u miles away from me?
28. Would You Take Me Out To Dinner?
29. Are you good in bed?
30. How can you please me?
Now after that good laugh, I am just gonna concentrate on spicing up my blog. Tomorrow is Hump Day :-)
02. Would you pull my hair?
03. Would you whisper in my ear?
04. Would you talk dirty to me?
05. Would you kiss me with a little tongue or a lot of tongue?
06. Would you say my name?
07. Would you go down on me?
08. Would you let me give you a hickie?
09. How many rounds would we go? (Important....I am like the energy bunny)
10. What would you wanna do afterwards? (See Question 9)
11. Would you take off all your clothes then take mine off slowly?
12. Would you lick and bite me all over?
13. Would you like to play or get straight to the point?
14. Would you want me to take my time?
15. How freaky are you, 1 - 10? (The higher the better)
16. Would you want me to go fast or slow?
17. Where would you wanna “do it”?
18. Would you be loud or quiet?
19. Would you mind if i licked you?
20. Would you date me? (optional, unless your an equivalent )
21. Would you do it today?
22. Would you do it tomorrow?
23. Would you like my family?
24. Are you between 21-45?
25 Are u a head fuck?
26 Do you have issues?
27. Are u miles away from me?
28. Would You Take Me Out To Dinner?
29. Are you good in bed?
30. How can you please me?
Now after that good laugh, I am just gonna concentrate on spicing up my blog. Tomorrow is Hump Day :-)
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Splendor in Being An Equal Opportunity Lover
Love is:
(a) champagne and high heels
(b) a passionate, china-shattering fight, followed by an all-night tango
(c) a constant, nagging feeling of insecurity
(d) none of the above
I will say I am a love connoisseur, in that I am intrigued by it, a little afraid of it, biased by it and lived it. I have sought after "the one" to reveal that there is no "one" man out there for me. I feel sorry for people who follow the programmed prescription in seeking "the one" and living happily ever after, as this doesn't exist. It's Fairyland or in our house, LaLa Land.
I'm starting to rebel against almost everything I see, hear or read about love. Every story insults my experience of love. Every story offers a ridiculous scenario that results in me thinking there is a guy out there that is so full of romance, cooks, cleans and massages, cleans my snow covered car windows. There is always a scenario with the tragic twist such as love, obstacle, separation, and loss. Like Romeo and Juliet, Tristan and Isolde or Love Story or the fairy-tale scenario version that starts with love, then obstacle, triumph and happily ever after like Cinderella or LaLa Land romance. The obstacles, though, provide the conflicting dreams and dramatic tension. In our culture today, it glorifies passionate, romantic love. Our friends are in love, we dream of it, or we daydream of it, we wait for it, and date people to fall into it. We are inspired by it, motivated by it and we are obsessed with it. We believe that love can be found, here and now and forever, in an instant, across a crowded room, or tomorrow, just around the corner. BLAH!!!!!!!
Well, I am NOT saying that these scenarios can't happen. But leaning toward the reality of love, romance is more fleeting and more dangerous than we are told, more complicated than we could have imagined, more elusive than we've ever been led to believe. Love is a promise made every day only to be broken tomorrow. The fact that we say "love" when we mean "romance" and vise versa, shows us that underneath our language there is a gross psychological misinterpretation in society. We are confusing two great psychological systems within us, and this has a devastating effect on our lives and relationships. I know, I have often confused the two myself. Right now, I want ROMANCE, NOT LOVE!!! They are two very different things.
Everyone says they need LOVE, not romance, or they seek love, and need it, that love enriches life and has the potential to make us happy. That's the story they tell us growing up to give us something to dream about, and strive for. It's a conspiracy to mislead us into believing life is perfect and love solves all our problems. Every kid grows up in a fake world. This is why I am where I am today. Too much Disney and not enough reality. (Even though my parents fought constantly/daily, I was "told" that this is not the normal way to behave) Which maybe is a blessing since I am such a peaceful person now.
You know what also gets me pissed. Is when women refer to getting married as settling/settling down to accept a more stable relationship and that they "compromise" for a mate who is flesh and blood, not the prince charming they imagined. If we care enough to look at what those who have thought deeply about love has written, we would learn that romance is transformational but never lasting. Social Scientists suggest that "romance" lasts 18 months to three years. (Isolde's love potion worked for three years before it wore off) Sexual union is only ONE expression of transcendent passion and human connection. Although the CHEMISTRY of connection can occur in an instant, the passage of time, along with friendship and respect, is a crucial element of grown-up love. Maybe that is why most of my relationships lasted under three years and my marriage, it started out passionate, but fizzled very fast.
So, does that mean that people aren't meant to be together forever? Possibly. They say males roam after awhile not just because of boredom, but inbred in them a desire to spread their seed to procreate, it's a strong drive force that was somehow suppressed over the centuries by society as life has become more about quality of life over quantity. Men, being logical thinkers as they are, have accepted this transition, however, they have had trouble with the reality it poses, specifically suppressing the natural drive to spread their seed. Let's take a look at the sexual anatomy of men versus women. Men are equipped with a penis and testicles which produce millions of sperm. All these sperm are candidates to become human life. Women are equipped with a vagina and ovaries which produce ONE egg each month. In the event a woman becomes pregnant, her ability to procreate additional offspring is delayed for 10 plus months. Get what I am trying to say here?
So I will end this by saying that I'm an equal opportunity lover. I know men have needs and so do women. I know that some people believe that love is romance and romance is love, but I know it's two different emotions. I know that I am not looking for love (in all the wrong places LOL) but looking for a little romance and passion to make me feel alive. I may be 38 and people think I am at a point were I need to be settled down and stable, whatever that means. My Aunt told me this today. She told me to stay married that I am not getting any younger. Well, I spent more than half my life married to someone that I THOUGHT was for love but what I really wanted was ROMANCE. (I also was married before this time too) I am not in any hurry to settle down after my divorce. I am not opposed to getting dirrty with someone either. In fact, I am not ashamed to say that I WANT to. I WANT SEX!!! When the time comes, it will happen. Until then, patience is a virtue and THAT'S a WHOLE nutha blog :-)
Thursday, January 19, 2012
The Splendor of a Slow Death
Every day, I see commercials, I read magazines with Ads and this weeks Celeb magazine asks if society has put to much pressure on being thin, especially with the celebrities. Look, I am no expert on celebrities, but I do know a couple of "what the world calls celebrities" and not to name names, I will tell you that what you see is definately NOT what you get. Many of these people starve themselves to the point that they can't tolerate food once they try to eat again. After starving yourself for so long, food makes you sick, like a foreign substance in your body once you go without days/weeks from eating. How can people do this to themselves, for vanity's sake? Maybe this will answer the question.
The average person burns 66 calories an hour while asleep, and 77 calories an hour while awake. Just walking a moderate pace for an hour burns about 200 calories in a hour and just to stay alive you need to eat about 1,600 calories each day. (average) Your body can only store about 1, 200 of carbohydrates, most of them in your liver (along with medicines and bile) Just being alive, you burn through all your STORED calories in less than one day. After that, you burn fat, then muscle. This is when your blood fills with ketones. Your serum-acetine concentrations soar, and your breath starts to smell. Then your sweat stinks. Then your liver and spleen and kidneys shrink and atrophy. Your small intestine swells from disuse and fills with mucus. Ulcers open up holes in the wall of your colon. As you starve, your liver converts muscle to glucose to keep your brain alive, and as you starve, your hunger pains disappear. After that, your just tired, and more and more you get confused. You stop noticing the world around you, you quit taking care of yourself and forget to keep yourself clean, maybe someone now does this, and they call it a "spa trip". But once you burn 70-94% of your body fat and 20% of your muscle, YOU DIE!!! For most people, this takes 61 days!!!!! Assuming you have ample water supply. This is what happens when you starve yourself to death. Notice any super flaky THIN celebrities? The late Anna Nicole Smith, Lindsay Lohan to name just a couple off hand. How did they act? Flakier than the croissant they chose not to eat that day/
So when I see how the kids in my daughters school complain about how "fat" they are getting, I want to go up to them, no, their parents, and bitch slap them into reality, to watch your children, instead of putting in 15 hours a day at work then order in for a pizza because you don't have time to cook, which only makes the kids feel fatter after eating it, and you are falling asleep and having your children have the run of the house, being little miniature adults. What has this world come to? We conform so much that we don't know we are doing it....we assimilate societies. We are like robots. When one jumps on the band wagon, they ALL jump on to. Whether you are or not guilty of this, we need to look at the children of this society, the future runners of this country, this world. What will this all mean in the future. My eyes are open and it's time I hope you see what's going on. What ever happened to people just being themselves and liking what they are? More later......Thank you!
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
The Splendor IN the Truth
TRUTH: People want what they can't have.
Ironic yet truly worth living for...
Reason: People need to start making the connection between action and reaction! Wanting something and getting something are connected only by action. Sad but true, We are programmed by our biology toward the wanting only the new or the new improved. We are also programmed with great curiosity. And, in addition to all these reasons for always wanting something else, we are programmed, socially, to never be satisfied with what we have. These several reasons for always wanting to have, be, or do more, can drive us to bigger and better things, but they also have a tendency to take control of our lives. There is always going to be someone that sees what others have and decides that they want it no matter how far out of their reach that it may be. We seem to be trained at an early age to identify what we can't afford and decide we must have it regardless of what we have to do to get it.
Here's the old saying: well as they say life is a paradox
what you want , you don't get
what you get, you don't enjoy
what you enjoy is not permanent
what is permanent is boring but
no matter what...that's life what you want , you don't get
what you get, you don't enjoy
what you enjoy is not permanent
what is permanent is boring but
Ironic yet truly worth living for...
EXAMPLE: My soon to be ex saw me naked last night after walking in on me after taking a shower. A couple of weeks ago, he wanted NOTHING to do with me, or even to help me get a towel I forgotten, sending in my son and daughter to assist me. Last night, he comments "Wow, you have a beautiful body, I really am missing that body right now. I can't believe I gave up on you. It makes me sad knowing someone else will be enjoying your body."
RESPONSE: I thought this is such a passive aggressive statement and I know he is asking for a booty call. I simple said that "when I needed to be seen by you, you made me feel invisible. When I was sick and gained weight, you turned a blind eye to me and ignored me. But when I look good you all of a sudden want me. It don't work that way. I feel nothing but a platonic friendship for you and that is the way I will always feel. I am sorry. I've not been treated right in this marriage and I can't go down this road again. I made my decision last week. "
HIS RESPONSE: "I know, but all of a sudden you are more attractive to me than ever before." He walked away and it was awkward the rest of the night, I slept on the couch thinking about the last 16 years of marriage and how, YES, I did make the right decision, because 6 years ago, I took him back after starting the divorce and it was good for a few months and then it got worse than before. So the saying goes " Screw me once, shame on you, screw me twice, shame on me" This ship has sailed off.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
The Splendor of The Next Morning
Nothing like a good nights rest, with the help of my little friends, Ambien, Klonipan and a shot of Melatonin. I have awoken to NO SCHOOL, ice storm last night and heavy fog this morning. Wow, the weather is freaky!!!!!
Anyway, MA has apologized, twice. I appreciate his apologies, but I am not one to make him sweat it out around me for days and make him pay dearly. I just move on. Yesterday was yesterday and therefore gone, in the past. I am not his other women who probably tied him to the whipping post for things like this. I like to keep moving forward, so this post will be the last of you will be hearing about this. I am just updating you because I wrote a severe blog last night in anger. The beauty of me, is that when I get angry, I'll let you have it and then move on. Growing up I was a real flaming red head. My Aunt says I was like a tornado when I got angry. She claims I had a temper only a red head can muster. LOL Apparently, as my hair darkened my temper traits have stuck, although they are much more mild. LOL
So MA should never worry about days of repercussions from me. I will be seeing him this Thursday for coffee and I am excited about that. I like coffee days. I just wish he was a more snuggly person. All I want is to be cuddled right now. I've been having it hard with the ex's family and even had to write a long "statement" on my FB status about this. They been being very judgemental and mean. Encouraging him to take me for everything but the clothes on my back, taking the kids and letting me have them every other weekend. They even said if he don't want my books and crystals, he's entitled to half of them to just give them away or throw them out, just to make me burn. Now lets see who REALLY has the anger issues and they aren't even red heads!!!! I am NOTHING like that and never could be. I am a more peaceful, fun loving person than out for blood. I never understood the concept of striping people down to their bare asses in a fight, who really wins? I suppose you could say the one who has all the stuff, but I say the one with nothing, the humiliated one. Because with all the stuff, what REALLY did they attain? Will it make them any happier? That just shows how sadistic they really are and how could I have loved a sadistic person? So, I don't think this divorce will end up like that. He will tell his brothers to fuck off sooner or later, I just feel it in my gut.
Anyway, MA has apologized, twice. I appreciate his apologies, but I am not one to make him sweat it out around me for days and make him pay dearly. I just move on. Yesterday was yesterday and therefore gone, in the past. I am not his other women who probably tied him to the whipping post for things like this. I like to keep moving forward, so this post will be the last of you will be hearing about this. I am just updating you because I wrote a severe blog last night in anger. The beauty of me, is that when I get angry, I'll let you have it and then move on. Growing up I was a real flaming red head. My Aunt says I was like a tornado when I got angry. She claims I had a temper only a red head can muster. LOL Apparently, as my hair darkened my temper traits have stuck, although they are much more mild. LOL
So MA should never worry about days of repercussions from me. I will be seeing him this Thursday for coffee and I am excited about that. I like coffee days. I just wish he was a more snuggly person. All I want is to be cuddled right now. I've been having it hard with the ex's family and even had to write a long "statement" on my FB status about this. They been being very judgemental and mean. Encouraging him to take me for everything but the clothes on my back, taking the kids and letting me have them every other weekend. They even said if he don't want my books and crystals, he's entitled to half of them to just give them away or throw them out, just to make me burn. Now lets see who REALLY has the anger issues and they aren't even red heads!!!! I am NOTHING like that and never could be. I am a more peaceful, fun loving person than out for blood. I never understood the concept of striping people down to their bare asses in a fight, who really wins? I suppose you could say the one who has all the stuff, but I say the one with nothing, the humiliated one. Because with all the stuff, what REALLY did they attain? Will it make them any happier? That just shows how sadistic they really are and how could I have loved a sadistic person? So, I don't think this divorce will end up like that. He will tell his brothers to fuck off sooner or later, I just feel it in my gut.
Monday, January 16, 2012
The Splendor of Saying FUCK YOU!!!!!
Never mind I got myself showered, dressed up and looking nice after the SHITTY day I had. The worst thing is being stood up on a social visit. Never mind "promises promises". I could have curled into a little ball and fallen asleep too, but I didn't. I need the comfort of other people in my life, it's what keeps me going. My kids are angry too. I'm actually pissed. I don't like getting my hopes up for a nice evening and then get let down. I ordered a movie on my PC, had the water chilled, popcorn made, and what? A big fat NOTHING!!!! I guess the kids are just upset that I've been having it rough with my personal life and were happy I'd have my buddy over, then now this and yes, it IS a big deal. For women, it's a big fucking deal. Guys probably don't give a shit about anything. Most don't!!!
The Splendor of Unbreaking My Heart
Unbreak my heart!!!! I am asking for mercy. I need someone to touch me and caress me and make me FEEL whole again. No one, but me can actually make me whole, but I need a little boost. Don't leave me in this pain. Don't leave me feeling lonely. It's not a huge request. I need to uncry these tears. I am not asking for love, just a little hope to go on.
Sometimes, what you want most takes the longest time to find it's way to your heart, and sometimes when you least expect it, love finds a way in through a crack in the wall you build to shield your heart from any more hurt - most often, when you least expect it, but most welcome it.
Everything in its time, place and your life? Right? We all have heartache, we all are knocked on our asses from time to time. We need to remain open to those subtle nuances in life that show us there is reason for hope, reason to believe.
With each failed relationship, each lost love and loved ones, we start building up our walls of defensiveness so that hurt will not be allowed inside again, but in doing so we also block out the happiness that is trying to find it's way in.
Breaking down that wall is never safe, and it may be opening you up to a little more disappointment, but wouldn't it be a bigger loss if we build those walls of protection to ourselves and hearts so high that when love and opportunity present themselves we cannot see it, nor hear it? Maybe I should break it down some?
Everything in its time, place and your life? Right? We all have heartache, we all are knocked on our asses from time to time. We need to remain open to those subtle nuances in life that show us there is reason for hope, reason to believe.
With each failed relationship, each lost love and loved ones, we start building up our walls of defensiveness so that hurt will not be allowed inside again, but in doing so we also block out the happiness that is trying to find it's way in.
Breaking down that wall is never safe, and it may be opening you up to a little more disappointment, but wouldn't it be a bigger loss if we build those walls of protection to ourselves and hearts so high that when love and opportunity present themselves we cannot see it, nor hear it? Maybe I should break it down some?
Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.
Just listened to Unbreak My Heart by Toni Braxton. I cried my eyes out. I feel a breakthrough right now. I want to be cuddled.
Just listened to Unbreak My Heart by Toni Braxton. I cried my eyes out. I feel a breakthrough right now. I want to be cuddled.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
The Splendor of Letting Go
I woke up and reality hit me in the face (yet again, but harder) I guess we are truly over. We fought again, about stupid shit, but I needed this reality check. I asked him if he could take the cat because we can't have pets in the apartments that I applied for. He, of course, said NO, so my daughters are so heart broken. They love that cat, and frankly, so do I. Maybe I need to find an apartment that excepts cats? Most low rent based on income are all pet free. Why does this have to be so difficult? Can't he do this for his daughters? I realize my son hates the cat. Soon to be ex has the dog, and good, I like the dog, but I realize it's his best friend. If he was in a place that couldn't have pets, I'd take the dog so we wouldn't have to get rid of him, especially for the kids. We fought about my health, my neediness. I told him he burned down the bridges between us along time ago and I realized that over the years, I've been getting over him. So here is a song that is extremely important to me. Notice the lines:
"And when you slammed the front door shut,
A lot of others opened up,
So did my eyes so I could see
That you never were the best for me."
Here it is: http://youtu.be/m02-RHN_hQE
Over You by Daughtry
"And when you slammed the front door shut,
A lot of others opened up,
So did my eyes so I could see
That you never were the best for me."
Here it is: http://youtu.be/m02-RHN_hQE
Over You by Daughtry
"Over You"
Now that it's all said and done,
I can't believe you were the one
To build me up and tear me down,
Like an old abandoned house.
What you said when you left
Just left me cold and out of breath.
I fell too far, was in way too deep.
Guess I let you get the best of me.
Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I'd doubt you,
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I'm slowly getting closure.
I guess it's really over.
I'm finally getting better.
And now I'm picking up the pieces.
I'm spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,
I got over you.
You took a hammer to these walls,
Dragged the memories down the hall,
Packed your bags and walked away.
There was nothing I could say.
And when you slammed the front door shut,
A lot of others opened up,
So did my eyes so I could see
That you never were the best for me.
Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I'd doubt you,
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I'm slowly getting closure.
I guess it's really over.
I'm finally getting better.
And now I'm picking up the pieces.
I'm spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,
I got over you.
Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I'd doubt you,
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I'd doubt you,
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I'm slowly getting closure.
I guess it's really over.
I'm finally getting better.
And now I'm picking up the pieces.
I'm spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
Well I'm putting my heart back together,
'Cause I got over you.
Well I got over you.
I got over you.
'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,
I got over you.
I can't believe you were the one
To build me up and tear me down,
Like an old abandoned house.
What you said when you left
Just left me cold and out of breath.
I fell too far, was in way too deep.
Guess I let you get the best of me.
Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I'd doubt you,
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I'm slowly getting closure.
I guess it's really over.
I'm finally getting better.
And now I'm picking up the pieces.
I'm spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,
I got over you.
You took a hammer to these walls,
Dragged the memories down the hall,
Packed your bags and walked away.
There was nothing I could say.
And when you slammed the front door shut,
A lot of others opened up,
So did my eyes so I could see
That you never were the best for me.
Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I'd doubt you,
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I'm slowly getting closure.
I guess it's really over.
I'm finally getting better.
And now I'm picking up the pieces.
I'm spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,
I got over you.
Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I'd doubt you,
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
Well, I never saw it coming.
I should've started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I'd doubt you,
I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I'm slowly getting closure.
I guess it's really over.
I'm finally getting better.
And now I'm picking up the pieces.
I'm spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
Well I'm putting my heart back together,
'Cause I got over you.
Well I got over you.
I got over you.
'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,
I got over you.
Friday, January 13, 2012
The Splendor of Conscious Communication
Conscious communication requires us to be truly present to what is occurring. When we are unconscious, we both speak to and react to others out of habit. And in the face of what we perceive as someone’s judgment and criticism, we automatically (and unconsciously) defend, withdraw or attack.
To communicate consciously requires attention to two areas:
I need to speak from awareness of what I am perceiving, feeling and needing, and
Through watching and listening, I need to be aware of those same needs in others.
All my life, I have misjudged the power of making requests and setting boundaries and that making these requests and setting those boundaries will greatly move towards my goals. Did I mention that the art of requesting is one of the most IMPORTANT communication skills anyone can have?
There are several components to making GREAT requests.
First you need to understand the distinction between a request, a demand and a wish. A wish is when we hope someone might take note of what we ask for. The language used is likely to be non-specific, the tone of voice is hopeful, or hopeless, and there is very little commitment to the asking. Often the outcome is not forthcoming. A demand has limited choice. You either do what is demanded, or you don't. There is little availability for negotiation. People build resentment when they believe there is a demand on them. BUT, when we are making a request, we are creating CHOICE!!! For example, we are at the dinner table and I ask you to pass the salt, what are your options? You could pass me the salt, give it to someone else, tell me to get it myself or to go get bent, but still it leaves open choices. It empowers. Don't make a request unless you want the person to have choices and you would be completely satisfied if their response was no. See, that is the hard part for me.
Secondly, requesting takes a good measure of self-esteem. Something I've battled with my whole life. Wishes occur when someone thinks they are not worthy of making a specific request. They are afraid of having their request rejected, and so enter the conversation expecting the outcome to be unfulfilled. To make a clear specific request requires a high degree of self-esteem. The requester needs to know that saying NO to a request does not have to be saying NO to THEM, the person. They are not the request, right? Although asking someone for dinner may be linked to whether they want to spend time with me, or the person has other commitments or just doesn't like the restaurant I suggested. Another point I know all so well, I sold some things for a direct sales company, I cold called and got hung up on, I went door to door and got the door shut in my face. Were they rejecting me? Maybe, but more likely, my product. It just hurt and therefore self -esteem gets shot to hell. The biggest risk in making requests in that people will say NO. Rejection is one of the great fears that humans hold. But people COULD say YES!!!! :-)
Third, you need a clear intention. Intention lives in the future. You have to see, feel, believe, and know what the outcome will be. I deal with this quit a bit. My child will make a request for something at the store. I will say no. My child will ask again and again and yes, my friends, AGAIN!!! But when I say no, and there is no possibility in my mind that my child will get the request, my child is not likely to continue making the requests for the same thing, and if they do, it will be simply to check that they really did hear that NO meant NO. My intention was clearly that the request would not be granted, now or in the future.
Fourth, When making requests, state your request clearly, concisely and in a way that people will be able to HEAR it. So the first part is clarity. Be clear and specific about want you want. Give details, timing, color, your expectations, desired outcome, how you want to feel, look, be packaged, the cost, it's age and texture, make and model. Don't go on and on about frivolous things that make the request seem too complicated cause unnecessary words create confusion. Make sure you phrase your request in a way that people will hear it.
Last and not least, when making requests, ask someone who can say YES or is likely to say yes. It is so important that you ask the right person to say yes to your request. Always check before hand. Like I did when selling the make-up, and the kitchenware. Did they LOVE to wear makeup, were they vain, did they love to cook, did they host parties a lot. Those people are more likely to say yes than say, the nun who counsels you about your love life and wears zero makeup. LOL
The bottom line is people should know that if they don't ask, they don't get. They operate from the place of "There is no harm in asking? Some people automatically ASSUME that the person is too busy or too unapproachable to ask for help. But most people are very generous you will see once you start your Conscious Communication. It helps in leadership skills as well.
I just need to practice these skills too. I have them, and I am beginning to use them more often. Hope this helps you.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
The Dangers of Playing Cat and Mouse
I first want to describe exactly what playing cat and mouse really means. So I enlisted the help of Wikipedia again and it states
"Cat and mouse, often expressed as cat-and-mouse game, is an English-language idiom dating back to 1675 that means "a contrived action involving constant pursuit, near captures, and repeated escapes."[1] The "cat" is unable to secure a definitive victory over the "mouse", who despite not being able to defeat the cat, is able to avoid capture. In extreme cases, the idiom may imply that the contest is never-ending. The term is derived from the hunting behavior of domestic cats, which often appear to "play" with prey by releasing it after capture. This behavior is due to an instinctive imperative to ensure that the prey is weak enough to be killed without endangering the cat.[2]"
Now, I am gonna use this idiom in a context that refers to me and my friend, MA. I have been "seeing" him, mostly as friends, with the exception of a hot and heavy session in my loft, which more befuddled me than anything since he is so against any physical pleasures at the moment. I liked it, and I think he did too, which scared him and I also think we'd have great sexual chemistry, but neither of us is ready for the actual "doing of the deed" as much as I hiss and moan about wanting it. If I can get him to disassociate sex and a steady relationship, maybe things can work out on that level? I like how things are when we are together having coffee, seeing movies in the dark theater holding hands and occasional hugs and pecks on the lips. It makes me feel wanted in ways that don't involve "can you make me a sandwich, can you drive me to McDonalds or can you give me $5 bucks"
MA tends to disappear after I see him, and he does try to hold off any advance I give to him, like with the popcorn and pop. He holds onto that stuff like it's a ticking time-bomb ready to explode to avoid any hand holding with me, but once he gets past his fear and I say fear, because before he grabs my hand, he shakes like one of them Chihuahua dogs. The hand holding feels great, it's comforting more than anything. I know he cares about me, I can feel it in his touches and see it in his eyes, but he is fighting any attraction he has for me, which leads me to the Cat and Mouse chase we got going on.
The women in his past, haven't been the best to him, often running hot and cold with him, but I know he didn't make husband of the year award either. Not to many of us can make that our claim to fame. I certainly wasn't that in my marriage either. He has been divorced a year now, so this is still very new to him. The whole point is he was very hurt in all of his relationships and he just doesn't want to go down that path again and get hurt. I understand that. I try to distance myself emotionally from him at times, but I always wish it was him sitting across or next to me. I am getting tired of acting like I don't care. Sometimes I ask "can a guy like him ever love a woman who loves him back, properly?" OR "do you think he is destined to always fall for women who don't love him equally?" "Are his standards too high?"
No, I am not in love with him. I am currently numb to love. I am just saying I am keeping my head about me when venturing into MA territory. I know in advance he tells me he will never commit to another "relationship" again. So going into this thing is like a crap shoot or maybe even Russian Roulette Odds? I'm no stats nerd, but if you don't respin the cylinder the odds increase with each trigger pull. If I act like I like him, he disappears and if I keep things casual and act like I don't care, he'll text me.
Sadly, I know the answer. He has issues and unless I'm willing to go through the hot/cold of him, I'm not ever going to be fulfilled. I WILL NOT mistake the compassion I feel toward him as love. We have tentative plans to go out for coffee tomorrow, if I get out of the lawyers office in time to go.
In the meantime.... hey Mouse, give me a piece of cheese, will you?
"Cat and mouse, often expressed as cat-and-mouse game, is an English-language idiom dating back to 1675 that means "a contrived action involving constant pursuit, near captures, and repeated escapes."[1] The "cat" is unable to secure a definitive victory over the "mouse", who despite not being able to defeat the cat, is able to avoid capture. In extreme cases, the idiom may imply that the contest is never-ending. The term is derived from the hunting behavior of domestic cats, which often appear to "play" with prey by releasing it after capture. This behavior is due to an instinctive imperative to ensure that the prey is weak enough to be killed without endangering the cat.[2]"
Now, I am gonna use this idiom in a context that refers to me and my friend, MA. I have been "seeing" him, mostly as friends, with the exception of a hot and heavy session in my loft, which more befuddled me than anything since he is so against any physical pleasures at the moment. I liked it, and I think he did too, which scared him and I also think we'd have great sexual chemistry, but neither of us is ready for the actual "doing of the deed" as much as I hiss and moan about wanting it. If I can get him to disassociate sex and a steady relationship, maybe things can work out on that level? I like how things are when we are together having coffee, seeing movies in the dark theater holding hands and occasional hugs and pecks on the lips. It makes me feel wanted in ways that don't involve "can you make me a sandwich, can you drive me to McDonalds or can you give me $5 bucks"
MA tends to disappear after I see him, and he does try to hold off any advance I give to him, like with the popcorn and pop. He holds onto that stuff like it's a ticking time-bomb ready to explode to avoid any hand holding with me, but once he gets past his fear and I say fear, because before he grabs my hand, he shakes like one of them Chihuahua dogs. The hand holding feels great, it's comforting more than anything. I know he cares about me, I can feel it in his touches and see it in his eyes, but he is fighting any attraction he has for me, which leads me to the Cat and Mouse chase we got going on.
The women in his past, haven't been the best to him, often running hot and cold with him, but I know he didn't make husband of the year award either. Not to many of us can make that our claim to fame. I certainly wasn't that in my marriage either. He has been divorced a year now, so this is still very new to him. The whole point is he was very hurt in all of his relationships and he just doesn't want to go down that path again and get hurt. I understand that. I try to distance myself emotionally from him at times, but I always wish it was him sitting across or next to me. I am getting tired of acting like I don't care. Sometimes I ask "can a guy like him ever love a woman who loves him back, properly?" OR "do you think he is destined to always fall for women who don't love him equally?" "Are his standards too high?"
No, I am not in love with him. I am currently numb to love. I am just saying I am keeping my head about me when venturing into MA territory. I know in advance he tells me he will never commit to another "relationship" again. So going into this thing is like a crap shoot or maybe even Russian Roulette Odds? I'm no stats nerd, but if you don't respin the cylinder the odds increase with each trigger pull. If I act like I like him, he disappears and if I keep things casual and act like I don't care, he'll text me.
Sadly, I know the answer. He has issues and unless I'm willing to go through the hot/cold of him, I'm not ever going to be fulfilled. I WILL NOT mistake the compassion I feel toward him as love. We have tentative plans to go out for coffee tomorrow, if I get out of the lawyers office in time to go.
In the meantime.... hey Mouse, give me a piece of cheese, will you?
Monday, January 9, 2012
Exercise me? The Devil is the New Cooties
Today I went with MA and his daughter to see The Devil Inside. (BTW, I am onto him with the Popcorn and drinks) While this movie was entertaining it was by all means NOT The Exorcist. I still have nightmares about Ragen and her being probed with needles and then the climax of spewing vomit at the priest, or the backward crabwalk down the stairs or masterbating with the crucifix. The whole thing scared me. With the Devil Inside, the contortionist done an amazing job freaking me out and well, that's about all it did for me. I got a bigger jump when a mad dog barked at Isabella. But, it did it's job of entertaining me. While this movie was not 90 minutes in hell (no puns), let's just say that you're better off popping in a DVD of The Exorcist and hide under a blanket for a much more fulfilling enjoyment. I am not gonna give the ending away, but I will say that it seems the filmaker ran out of money for a proper ending. I am left with "Is that it?" Tis the season of the devil and demons, which means that boring January is here and the December cut off for the Oscar's next month is over.
Now on to the possession vs mental illness. I often wonder how many mentally ill people are possessed by some demon or the demon they call themselves? It scares me to think what kinds of people are walking around out there if, in fact, demons exist. I see so many hateful people, and my first reaction is "how can someone be so evil to another? Maybe they are just possessed? I do not look down on mentally ill people, as I am considered one. But sometimes, I think, what if something has taken over my body? At times, I feel a heavy presence weighing me down, but never to a point were I want to kill someone. So maybe I am just possessed with my depression. Sometimes I wonder if I am really getting better or just getting used to the pain? I guess the pain is there to let me know I am still alive. That demon inside me, not the real devil, but the mental demon that is killing me slowly, what does it want? How can I escape that demon?
First you have to gain some level of control, awareness, or inventory of the thoughts and ideas that are in your head. If you have a destructive mind that is totally chaotic with all sorts of different discordant thoughts running back and forth, your mind is literally ripe to becoming a "demonic playpen". Not only that but a person having such a mind will find it very difficult to be productive in many areas of his or her life; for instance such a person will have a hard time starting projects, finishing them, keeping appointments, etc. Such a person will either not pay much attention to detail, or pay entirely too much attention and lose perspective. Wait..... where did I hear this, that goes for depression and other disorders as well. So if you are struggling with an "out-of-control" mind, then the next step is to subdue it.
Exercise me? I guess once the doctor clears me in a couple weeks for heavy exercise, I will start by exercising myself, no need for a priest. I do keep my handy dandy Rosary with me and holy water and I do keep Angels and a rosary in my car and a Crucifix. It was how I was raised and no matter how angry I get at God, I do still believe in Him, even after telling MA that Christains are a bunch of barbarians. Oh my Dear MA, here is a list of the torture devices the early Christians used and some of the ways and reasons. Too many to name here, but I will give the names thanks to Wikipedia. From here down is ALL Wikipedia.
Medieval torture devices were devices used in the Middle Ages to cause pain, injury, and sometimes death, usually to extract information or a confession from criminals or prisoners, also as punishment for crimes.
Judas Chair at the Mittelalterliches Foltermuseum of Freiburg, Germany
Sometimes to prolong torture the victim would be suspended above the device overnight, and torture.. would continue the next morning.
The device was rarely, if ever, cleaned. If victims did not die from the device, they almost always died from infection. Torture with the Judas Cradle could last several hours to several days.
Apart from the agonizing pain one suffered, the humiliation was the primary attraction for this method of torture. Whenever the victim fainted from the pain, the torturer would lift the victim until the tortured person was "awake" again to commence with the process.
This instrument's strength lies primarily in the psychological fear caused on the victims. It was a common practice to extract a confession by forcing the victim to watch someone else be tortured with this instrument.
The time of death greatly varied ranging from a few hours to a day or more. No spikes penetrated any vital organ and the wounds were closed by the spikes themselves which delayed blood loss greatly.
A torture rack in the Tower of London
This method was mostly used to extract confessions, not confessing meant that the torturer could stretch more. Sometimes, torturers forced their victim to watch other people be tortured with this device to implant psychological fear.
Many knights from the Knights Templar were tortured with the rack. The limbs collected from this and other punishments of the time were "emptied by the hundreds".
Sometime this method was limited to dislocating a few bones, but the torturer often went too far and rendered the legs or arms (sometimes both) useless. In the late Middle Ages, some new variants of this instrument appeared. They often had spikes that penetrated the victim's back - as the limbs were pulled apart, so was his or her spinal cord increasing not only in physical pain, but the psychological one of being handicapped at best, too.
A brazen bull as depicted by Hans Burgkmair the Elder.
Even though this torture was not used as frequently during the Middle Ages as it was used earlier by the Greek and Romans, it was still used in Central Europe. This torture is similar to being boiled alive.
A pear-shaped instrument was inserted into one of the victim's orifices: the vagina for women, the anus for those considered to be male homosexuals, and the mouth for liars and blasphemers.
The instrument consisted of four leaves that slowly separated from each other as the torturer turned the screw at the top. It was the torturers decision to simply tear the skin or expand the "pear" to its maximum and mutilate the victim.
The Pear of Anguish was usually very adorned to differentiate between the anal, vaginal and oral pears. They also varied in size accordingly.
This torture very rarely caused death, but was often followed by other torture methods.
Further mentions of the device appear in the 19th century. They are also mentioned in Grose's Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue (1811) as "Choak Pears," and described as being "formerly used in Holland."[3]
They were also discussed in a book by Eldridge and Watts, superintendent of police and chief inspector of the detective bureau in Boston, Massachusetts (1897). While accepting that ordinary pear-shaped gags exist, they observed that contemporary robbers used no such device as Palioly's Pear and cast doubt upon its very existence in the first place, saying that "fortunately for us this 'diabolical invention' appears to be one of the lost arts, if, indeed, it ever existed outside of de Calvi's head. There is no doubt, however, of the fashioning of a pear-shaped gag which has been largely used in former days by robbers in Europe, and may still be employed to some extent. This is also known as the 'choke-pear', though it is far less marvellous and dangerous than the pear of Palioly."
While supposed witches were commonly tortured using this method, thieves and murderers could be subjected to it in order to extract a confession. This was more common when other more sophisticated torture devices were not present.
Dunking was also used as punishment for common scolds.
This was more frequently a way to execute a prisoner rather than to extract a confession.
In addition to regular restraint, the gibbet, a large basket made of iron or other metal, with holes large enough for arms and legs, but not for an entire body to fit through, would be hung from a pole with a person inside it. During hot days, the metal would heat, causing pain. During cold days and nights, the chill, as well as lack of protection from the wind, could easily sap a victim's body heat. The holes in the grating were also big enough to allow carrion birds, and the occasional rat, to enter and pluck at a victim's skin and eyes.
In many cases, the victim was sentenced to a short period of exposure, depending on the crime. However, death was frequent since they were completely defenseless.
Now on to the possession vs mental illness. I often wonder how many mentally ill people are possessed by some demon or the demon they call themselves? It scares me to think what kinds of people are walking around out there if, in fact, demons exist. I see so many hateful people, and my first reaction is "how can someone be so evil to another? Maybe they are just possessed? I do not look down on mentally ill people, as I am considered one. But sometimes, I think, what if something has taken over my body? At times, I feel a heavy presence weighing me down, but never to a point were I want to kill someone. So maybe I am just possessed with my depression. Sometimes I wonder if I am really getting better or just getting used to the pain? I guess the pain is there to let me know I am still alive. That demon inside me, not the real devil, but the mental demon that is killing me slowly, what does it want? How can I escape that demon?
First you have to gain some level of control, awareness, or inventory of the thoughts and ideas that are in your head. If you have a destructive mind that is totally chaotic with all sorts of different discordant thoughts running back and forth, your mind is literally ripe to becoming a "demonic playpen". Not only that but a person having such a mind will find it very difficult to be productive in many areas of his or her life; for instance such a person will have a hard time starting projects, finishing them, keeping appointments, etc. Such a person will either not pay much attention to detail, or pay entirely too much attention and lose perspective. Wait..... where did I hear this, that goes for depression and other disorders as well. So if you are struggling with an "out-of-control" mind, then the next step is to subdue it.
Exercise me? I guess once the doctor clears me in a couple weeks for heavy exercise, I will start by exercising myself, no need for a priest. I do keep my handy dandy Rosary with me and holy water and I do keep Angels and a rosary in my car and a Crucifix. It was how I was raised and no matter how angry I get at God, I do still believe in Him, even after telling MA that Christains are a bunch of barbarians. Oh my Dear MA, here is a list of the torture devices the early Christians used and some of the ways and reasons. Too many to name here, but I will give the names thanks to Wikipedia. From here down is ALL Wikipedia.
Medieval torture devices were devices used in the Middle Ages to cause pain, injury, and sometimes death, usually to extract information or a confession from criminals or prisoners, also as punishment for crimes.
[edit] Judas cradle
Main article: Judas cradle
[edit] Origins
The Judas Cradle is falsely attributed to the Spanish Inquisition. These origins are disputed by all serious historians of the Inquisition.[by whom?] There is no documented evidence for the device existing at all during the Middle Ages.[edit] Appearance
The Judas cradle was a tall thin stool shaped device with a metal or wooden pyramid on top.[edit] Use
The victim would be stripped, bound with ropes, and suspended above the device. They would then be lowered, usually very slowly, on to the device, making the pyramid enter the vagina, anus or scrotum. The amount of pain the device inflicted could be changed in several ways. The victim could be rocked, they could be dropped repeatedly onto the device, one leg could be lifted, olive oil could be spread on the pyramid, or brass weights could be hung from the victims legs.Sometimes to prolong torture the victim would be suspended above the device overnight, and torture.. would continue the next morning.
The device was rarely, if ever, cleaned. If victims did not die from the device, they almost always died from infection. Torture with the Judas Cradle could last several hours to several days.
Apart from the agonizing pain one suffered, the humiliation was the primary attraction for this method of torture. Whenever the victim fainted from the pain, the torturer would lift the victim until the tortured person was "awake" again to commence with the process.
[edit] Other names
The Judas Cradle was used in several countries, each having their own names for it. In Italy it was known as "culla di Giuda", in Germany "Judaswiege", and in France "la veille".[1] It is also known as the Judas Chair.[edit] Chair of Torture
See also: Iron chair
[edit] Appearance
There are many variants of the chair, though they all have one thing in common: spikes cover the back, arm-rests, seat, leg-rests, and foot-rests. The number of spikes in one of these chairs ranges from 500 to 1,500.[edit] Use
To avoid movement, the victim's wrists were tied to the chair or, in one version, two bars pushed the arms against arm-rests for the spikes to penetrate the flesh even further. In some versions, there were holes under the chair's bottom where the torturer placed coal to cause severe burns while the victim still remained conscious. In other versions there were weights that would be placed on the victims thighs or feet. In a special version there were spikes on the head rest and the executioner pushed his head against it.This instrument's strength lies primarily in the psychological fear caused on the victims. It was a common practice to extract a confession by forcing the victim to watch someone else be tortured with this instrument.
The time of death greatly varied ranging from a few hours to a day or more. No spikes penetrated any vital organ and the wounds were closed by the spikes themselves which delayed blood loss greatly.
[edit] The Rack
Main article: Rack (torture)
[edit] Origins
Medieval Britain during the time The Plantagenet kings ruled England during (1154–1485).[edit] Appearance
The rack is a torture device that consists of an oblong, rectangular, usually wooden frame, slightly raised from the ground, with a roller at one, or both, ends, having at one end a fixed bar to which the legs were fastened, and at the other a movable bar to which the hands were tied. The victim's feet are fastened to one roller, and the wrists are chained to the other.[edit] Use
The torturer turned the handle causing the ropes to pull the victim's arms. Eventually, the victim's bones were dislocated with a loud crack, caused by snapping cartilage, ligaments or bones. If the torturer kept turning the handles the limbs would eventually be torn off.This method was mostly used to extract confessions, not confessing meant that the torturer could stretch more. Sometimes, torturers forced their victim to watch other people be tortured with this device to implant psychological fear.
Many knights from the Knights Templar were tortured with the rack. The limbs collected from this and other punishments of the time were "emptied by the hundreds".
Sometime this method was limited to dislocating a few bones, but the torturer often went too far and rendered the legs or arms (sometimes both) useless. In the late Middle Ages, some new variants of this instrument appeared. They often had spikes that penetrated the victim's back - as the limbs were pulled apart, so was his or her spinal cord increasing not only in physical pain, but the psychological one of being handicapped at best, too.
[edit] Brazen Bull
Main article: Brazen bull
[edit] Origins
The Brazen Bull was invented in Ancient Greece, by Perillos of Athens. Perillos proposed his idea of a more painful means of execution to Phalaris, the tyrant of Akraga. Phalaris liked the idea of the Brazen Bull, and so it was made. Once finished, Phalaris ordered it to be tested on Perillos himself. Perillos was removed from the Bull before he died, but was later killed by Phalaris when he threw Perillos off a hill.[citation needed][edit] Appearance
The Bull was made wholly of brass, and was hollow with a door in the side.[edit] Use
When a victim was placed inside the brazen bull, he or she was slowly burned to death. The device gradually became more sophisticated, until the Greeks invented a complex system of tubes in order to make the victim's screams sound more like an infuriated bull, and also made it so the smoke from it rose in clouds of incense.Even though this torture was not used as frequently during the Middle Ages as it was used earlier by the Greek and Romans, it was still used in Central Europe. This torture is similar to being boiled alive.
[edit] Chinese Iron Maiden
[edit] Origin
Similar to the Iron Maiden of the 19th century, this device was first used in the Ming Dynasty.[edit] Appearance
It stood like a coffin but was raised on a platform with an iron grate on the bottom instead of a piece of wood. Like the Iron Maiden, this coffin was made of brass or sometimes even iron. But, unlike the iron maiden, it was optional to include spikes or not.[edit] Use
The Chinese Iron Maiden was generally used to punish those who were not loyal to the king but it was also used to set an example for other future wrongdoers. The prisoner would be locked into the coffin and made to stand on the grated bottom. Then, the executioner would pour water onto hot coals that they placed under the grated platform. The mixture of hot coals and cold water would create a cloud of steam that went into the coffin, steaming the person alive.[edit] Pear of Anguish
Main article: Choke pear (torture)
[edit] Appearance
A pear shaped instrument, consisting of four leaves that slowly separated from each other as the torturer turned the screw at the top.[edit] Use
This device was used during the Middle Ages as a way to torture women who conducted a miscarriage, liars, blasphemers, and homosexuals.A pear-shaped instrument was inserted into one of the victim's orifices: the vagina for women, the anus for those considered to be male homosexuals, and the mouth for liars and blasphemers.
The instrument consisted of four leaves that slowly separated from each other as the torturer turned the screw at the top. It was the torturers decision to simply tear the skin or expand the "pear" to its maximum and mutilate the victim.
The Pear of Anguish was usually very adorned to differentiate between the anal, vaginal and oral pears. They also varied in size accordingly.
This torture very rarely caused death, but was often followed by other torture methods.
Further mentions of the device appear in the 19th century. They are also mentioned in Grose's Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue (1811) as "Choak Pears," and described as being "formerly used in Holland."[3]
They were also discussed in a book by Eldridge and Watts, superintendent of police and chief inspector of the detective bureau in Boston, Massachusetts (1897). While accepting that ordinary pear-shaped gags exist, they observed that contemporary robbers used no such device as Palioly's Pear and cast doubt upon its very existence in the first place, saying that "fortunately for us this 'diabolical invention' appears to be one of the lost arts, if, indeed, it ever existed outside of de Calvi's head. There is no doubt, however, of the fashioning of a pear-shaped gag which has been largely used in former days by robbers in Europe, and may still be employed to some extent. This is also known as the 'choke-pear', though it is far less marvellous and dangerous than the pear of Palioly."
[edit] Dunking
Main article: Dunking
[edit] Use
This was a form of punishment that was mainly reserved for supposed witches. The victim was tied to a chair which was elevated by ropes above a pond or vat of water. The victim was then lowered into the water until completely submerged. The chair was raised if the victim was about to pass out, or to give the victim a chance to confess. If the victim confessed they would most likely be killed. This method was widely used during the Spanish Inquisition and in England and France. Other uses include the Salem Witch Trials in New England, where supposed witches were subjected to varying lengths of time and levels of submergence. The victim was usually intermittently submerged for many hours until he or she revealed information or death had occurred.While supposed witches were commonly tortured using this method, thieves and murderers could be subjected to it in order to extract a confession. This was more common when other more sophisticated torture devices were not present.
Dunking was also used as punishment for common scolds.
[edit] Boiling
Main article: Death by boiling
[edit] Use
A large Cauldron was filled with water, oil, tar, tallow or molten lead. The liquid was then boiled. Sometimes the victim would be placed in the cauldron before it was boiled so as to be cooked slowly. Or they would be placed, usually head first, into the already boiling liquid.This was more frequently a way to execute a prisoner rather than to extract a confession.
[edit] Exposure
[edit] Types
[edit] Freezing
In the winter, the naked victim was forced to stand outside in full view of everyone. Slowly, the torturer poured water on his head which eventually became frozen making the victim die slowly and painfully. Sometimes the body was left for the whole winter to terrify the population and dissuade any further crimes.[edit] Burning
In the summer, the person would be coated with a mixture of boiling water and oil while stripped naked, and put out in the sun. Then they would burn them to death.[edit] Live Burial
Further information: Premature burial
As its name implies, this method consists of exposing a victim to the elements. The victim could be buried up to his neck letting any animals, insects or other people kill him slowly.[edit] Restraint
In some towns there were chains, stocks or ropes used to quickly restrain someone outside. In very severe cases, the victim was simply left to die of hunger and thirst.In addition to regular restraint, the gibbet, a large basket made of iron or other metal, with holes large enough for arms and legs, but not for an entire body to fit through, would be hung from a pole with a person inside it. During hot days, the metal would heat, causing pain. During cold days and nights, the chill, as well as lack of protection from the wind, could easily sap a victim's body heat. The holes in the grating were also big enough to allow carrion birds, and the occasional rat, to enter and pluck at a victim's skin and eyes.
[edit] Use
Due to its cost efficiency and cruelty, the exposure torture was very widespread in medieval Europe. The victim's remains often served as a warning to the population.In many cases, the victim was sentenced to a short period of exposure, depending on the crime. However, death was frequent since they were completely defenseless.
[edit] Brown Rats
Main article: Rat torture
A cheap and effective way to torture someone was with the use of rats. There were many variants, but the most common was to force a rat through a victim's body (usually the intestines) as a way to escape. This was done as follows:- The victim was completely restrained and tied to the ground or any horizontal surface.
- The victim would then have many slits cut in their stomach.
- Then they would place starving rats in the slits and would eat the victim from the inside.
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