She's great too!

Thought for my day

Isn't Jesus great!

fluttery flaps

flaps,
damp flags
waving in the wind

fluttery flaps

how did they get so long?

did I tug you too keenly

those bored afternoons?

at least the pink

doesn't fade

and in the mirror

we are all 4

the same

not like that other woman

whose reflection

was more 2 x 2

how challenging

albeit artistic

Outrage! Disgust! Much Anger!!!

This woman is out of control. i can't believe the msm publishes this crap! And she calls herself a feminist! what a crock!

The small one

he said it was"medium"
a "medium" member
(I added the "member")
and he added the inches
from what i could see

The Denuded Nation

I’ve been taken aback by this poster for the movie Australia. While Nicole and Hugh are discretely cut off at their chests anyone with some carnal knowledge would know that they are striking a pose that one only employs during intense, vertical fornication. Bursting from the site of their union is a shocked Nicole, running from the ground zero of intimacy.

Australia has been fulsomely critiqued by those who see it as a vacuous and vapid vaudeville number, but I wonder whether we are missing the subtleties of Luhrmann’s work. Is this image deftly accentuating the penetration of the land? Mother Earth (our Nic), explored by Man (our Hugh), who thrusts into the wild, seemingly vacant space, seeking a fecund place to rest his tired, sweaty member. An act that, like many initial, passion driven penetrations, can bring turmoil and confusion after orgasm has passed. The desolate, vacant land where their groins should be, not a whisper of bush in sight. The never-meeting-twain of their submissive versus intrusive poses, revealing a nation divided, left desolate by a patriarchy that insists on women waxing their genitals. A nation in need of healing.

Or am I reading too much into it?

The lint that dare not speak its name

There is a man who collects his naval lint. He keeps it in a jar, all lined up and colour co-ordinated. He's been doing this for many years. I know this because I saw him featured on the ABC's "Collectors" television show. It was upsetting to watch, and yet he seemed quite happy.Men are bigger carriers of naval lint, unless the woman is quite hirsute. But not all lint comes from the naval, of course. And for women, there is a lint that we dare not speak of. Our secret lint, in our most private of places. I imagine there will never be a woman on "Collectors" with her special lint jar. Once again, the patriarchy triumphs.