Paul's Corner

"Passion: the fire in the belly that makes us more
than what we think we are"

Yeah!

I'm thinking the passion runs a little south of the belly . . . and someone is missing his wife.

here's a hug,
Sally

There's probably a natural perversion of sorts if we DON'T feel passionate.

I was in Melbourne a few years back with several hours to kill before a flight.
I found my way to Ligon (sp?) Street, where there are masses of Italian restaurants, pastisseries etc. I found myself staring in the window of a shop that made incredibly realistic sweets shaped like fruits. Beautifully crafted and coloured. I had never seen such things. I could not imagine eating them, BLECCCHHHH, too much sugar, but I found it hard to look away.
Hmm, maybe I'm perverted too! LOL

I have to confess, I'm a bit amused by this post, but I just want to ask this one question: Why pervert?

Because of the sexual conatation - to look with lust = perving. I guess because sometimes I feel guilty at looking at people (with lust - women)- in Australia we would call it perving. I dont so much feel guilty at looking at pates with lust although I certainly DO look at them with lust in which case one may say that is a perverted way to look at a pate?!

And yes Deltalady I have become bored with my navel gazing and now I am just plain horny!!!

Today I am going to the markets to get me some pates, olives, cheeses, wafers and treat myself and satiate some lust! I am washing it down with a bottle of Spanish Red wine. Andrea and I love to do this every couple of weeks and I have avoided doing it in the last two months because I want to share it with her. I guess I will call her and describe the feast - could that be construed as phone sex?

Mmmmmmm, maybe I should stop posting now!

Oh my god! Laughing! :-) ... okay, so I learned a new verb, to perve, never heard that and according to my dictionary, it's distinctly Australian (slang). You have my "sympathies." I distinctily remember some 3 months or longer apart from my ex-fiance, not easy but survivable, and finally being back together, immensely pleasurable --and that's all I'm going to say. And if you and Andrea could get co-ordinated in your food shopping just now, you both could partake of your feast at the same time (over the phone...) I think I need to stop tying now or else I'm going to get myself into trouble ...

Um, um...um...ah...um...(ok, the green-lipped musseles did me in!)

Paul, DAHLING...welcome to the wild side! ;-)

(I am not ashamed to admit that I looked with GREAT lust--of the physical variety-- at another woman at the Rennaisance Faire on Saturday! She was dressed in a Robinhood (with boobs) outfit, was phenomenal looking, and just exuded...I dunno, something that I (and all the males around me) responded to. I went for the joke and said to my friend, Steve, who runs a booth there, "I'd do her." and he just about keeled over.

I was in "my element", and able to let ME come out and play for a day. However, that could probably be dangerous over an extended period of time! Shocked myself. A little.)

Bon Appetite!
"Mostly"
(That's my moniker at Faire...my friend/sister, "Rarely", was named by her fiance' first. We were in an impromptu skit, the gent introduced Rarely and then turned to me, and I just hiked my skirts, stuck out my thigh and "Mostly!" just came to life! No wonder my husband hates it when I go there.) Pigs unite. Oink oink.

Dhiana, I'm not quite clear on your description.
Please clarify.
Which of the following characters was the said female person dressed as:
A. Robin Hood with boobs
B. Robin Hood (and she happened to have her own boobs)

Further, how would you compare this character with, say, Wonderwoman? (on the lust scale)

Paul, I reckon you were the only teenage male on the planet to notice Linda Carter's breasts in that Wonderwoman costume. And if you believe that.....

Robin Hood with boobs....mmmmmm? Peter your thinking too much! and there is only one reason I watch Australia's Funniest Home Videos!

Peter (you nutty thing you) Answer B: she had her own.

(I love that word, "boobs"...it even LOOKS realistic! If I could only make little eyeballs out of the o's and insert a goggly tongue underneat them, that'd do the trick!) ;-)

And I would apologize for being such a lusty wench, but I was raised with boys and live in a house full of them, wherein anything "booby" or "farty" regails the highest of praise, so...wouldest thou have me put on naught what is in my own nature?! A resounding "NAY!" I hear...

Anon,
Dhiana

"exotic pictures of a GSXR 1000 in full flight
monoing down the front straight of Phillip Island
or any race track for that matter..."

Paul, I was at Watkin's Glen this weekend past for my boss's race (formula something or others...sorry) and we actually got to go out on the racetrack in our own cars! I tell ya, taking those curves in a mini-van was frightening! I wasn't driving (thank the gods...and so does my seat cushion) but my palms were sweating and I was watching the signs that signal your distance away from a turn "400", "300", "200", "100" WHIZ by without the driver applying his brakes! GODS I was freaking out.

HOW DO YOU DO IT? Or is it much different when one's vehicle is designed for one's course? I still can recall the smell of brakes in my nostrils. P.U.

Gimme a slow horse anyday.

Frayed E. Cat

Dhiana, a resounding "NAY' from Vancouver. I am raising my daughters to appreciate the finer nature of our natural abilities and talents regarding the body and it's various functions. Laughs, giggles and choruses of "oh Dad!" echo off the walls of my home every day! Maybe thats why they miss me so - it's too quiet on all levels.

And yes speeding around a race track in a vehicle not meant to speed around a race track is a truly frightening experience. Speeding around Eastern Creek Raceway and hitting 150mph (250kmph) down the front straight is only marginally less scarey!!!! oh on a motorcycle I mean!

omg, 150mph on a motorcycle? (Please ask your Mum if "Death Defying" come on your label when you came into this world. I'd like to know. Thank you.)

So, at what point on that track on that bike does "frightened" occur? When you wobble a bit? Nick a piece of rubber or debris on the track...is that when YOUR palms begin to get damp? While I'll never understand why certain things turn on certain people (um, watching golf let's say...or watching paint dry...same thing...) but I just don't know what it IS in certain folks that gives them the thirst for speed. Is it past lives? Is it a running away from something? Or a running TO something? Is it self-competition? Competition with the world?

Or is it just plain FUN for you speed freaks? ;-) Expensive fun, surely.

Tch. What do I know? I'll run for the gold on ice skates when the puck is free in my corner, but *I* have control then. Gads, maybe it IS a control issue, but it's not you speed freaks' issue, it's MINE?! Gasp!

Time to think...
Dhi

All right, everyone, guys and gals, head for the cold showers!!! (Separately, of course.!)

Love,

Grandma Mil

Yes Ma'am.

Dear Dhi,

Thank you for listening to me and no sass attitude, mine goddess! (Love you!)

Grandma Mil

Cold showers??? Not a chance, grandma! I intensely dislike those. If however you are willing to modify this to a swim in the ocean (which in my experience tend to be cold or cool) you might have yourself a deal! How's that?

Dear Evelyn,

Fine with me, but personally, I can't swim...

Love,

Grandma

Whats a cold shower?

I was thinking more of skinny dipping,lol, safely in cyberspace.
smiles and hugs,
Sally

Ah,ahhhhh, constant craving.....has always been.

Dear Paul,

What's a cold shower? Probably the landlord's revenge!

Will Smith has been on CNN cable all weekend in the feature, "People In The News." At the end of his segment, it is announced that his newest film, "I Robot" is in production for release in the near future.

In the meantime, his latest film, "Bad Boys II" is the #1 top new release, taking in 46 million over the weekend. I predict that "I Robot" will do even better!

Hope you'll soon be packing up and returning to your Andrea and kids. Hang in there!

Love,

Grandma