To Eva

Though I feel like an unwilling evesdropper reading this thread , I am curious about the name of the poem above. It does not seem to be part of "To my Excellent Lucasia, on our Friendship" as one might expect.

The idea was indeed to make you smile

Dear Scylla,
Aphra Behn is more my style but The Restoration Poets may work for you. Do forumeers know that you and I are sl sisters? and that anyone who wishes to partner you will have me as a sl sister-in-law? The S-in-L from Hell. Do they have any idea that to contrast your cool intelelctuality, they will have my stupidity to contend with? Heavens! I am Lydia to your Elizabeth.

Dont marry a man. Dont even marry. Stay single and look for that Grande Passione! You need a Rochester every 2 months. Or an Alex (Clockwork Orange) every 6 months.

Much love, (and dont forget to read Forgive us our Trespasses by Aphra Behn)
Jigaloo.

Naw, your dancing can suck, long as you got your emote on.... (no feminist lectures while on the pole.)

ETA: I learned that from listening to Lindal.

Jiggy, I suspect that no one who couldn't handle you over for the occasional Sunday night dinner would be much interested in me anyway.

Rochester, eh? Will he look like Johnny Depp? And before or after his nose falls off from syphillus?
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"It was Anne Koedt who first exploded 'The Myth of the Vaginal Orgasm' in a seminal paper published in 1970 . . ."

/me bends slowly over, and with the lightest flick of her index finger, sends one shoe soaring into the air . . .

"Koedt's polemical theme was two-fold. On the one hand, the paper addresses specifically and in some detail the connection of the notion of female 'frigidity' to mislocations of the site of the female orgasm in the vagina, an error in which Freud is particular implicated . . ."

/me grasps the pole firmly in both hands, and tilting her head back, embraces it with her stockinged thighs, sliding slowly to the ground as she as she moans softly . . .

"On a more general, and ultimately more important level, Koedt wished to expose the prevalence of myths about female sexuality in Western culture in general . . ."

You can use the dance pole at the hangout. I am sure we could draw a crowd.

Dont marry a man. Dont even marry. Stay single and look for that Grande Passione! You need a Rochester every 2 months. Or an Alex (Clockwork Orange) every 6 months.

In real, I would take you with me wherever I go. You'd enjoy that. Sunday night dinners - you actually made my stomach twinge with a desire for roast pork and gravy with roasted potatoes and fresh peas, and my fav. veggies of all: parsnips.
But I'd still take you with me, just the same.
You remember Congreve, of course:

Would I were free from this restraint,
Or else had hopes to win her,
Would she could make of me a saint,
Or I of her a sinner.

Jigsauce.

Okay, like this is every educated male strip club patron's wet dream. Take it from the guy who seriously worked on an outline for a one-act play on the subject as a much younger (and somewhat different) man--this is frigging hot!!! As long as you stay away from Shulamith Firestone, of course...

Fate has a sort of poetic justice to it. Watch Scylla fall hard for an overt sexist someday, for reasons inexplicable to all.

These sorts of things happen all the time! Sometimes they work out, sometimes they don't, but it's so wickedly commonplace that one could almost set a watch by it...

Shulamith and I used to do a sort of duet at one time; she wore red stockings and used cyber sex toys as part of her routine. I had to drop her because she couldn't resist insulting the males in the audience. It REALLY cut down on the tips, let me tell you . . .

Well . . .

It's a bit hard to imagine. But I can say that I don't insist upon a mate who thinks exactly the same way that I do. In fact, that would be rather dull, really.

The mechanics of the heart, however, are indeed inscrutable.

One of my sl bfs is a rapper I call Roz here. He is dreadfully wickedly dunstantonly cute in a raw unhappy sulk-fest way. Moody and in a stink over some hardness caused by establishmentariansim.

I cheer him up.

Anyway, folk, I am gonna set Scylla up with a date with my boy. He's exactly what she needs in a Freudian kinda way. He raps and she knows iambic pentameter. They can make villanelles together and post quatrains to their hearts content.

Then I will have him back. She will be heart throbbed. And feel much better when she catches the Tube to work in real.

Wait a minute . . . you are going to "lend" me a bf????? So that you can take him back, thereby doubtless breaking my heart, sending me into the slough of despair, etc., etc.?????

Thanks Sis!!!!

"It was Anne Koedt who first exploded 'The Myth of the Vaginal Orgasm' in a seminal paper published in 1970 . . ."

Huh? Someone used seminal paper to explode a myth? EEwwwwwwwww!

Bore them? Nonsense! That glassy-eyed look just demonstrates how RAPT they are . . . especially when I launch into my detailed explication of dialectical materialism . . .

Think it would work better if I set up a dance pole in the seminar room?

You can use the dance pole at the hangout. I am sure we could draw a crowd.

Nice bust...

This thread should be re-titled For Eva... because if you two get partnered I know it will be foreva.

Of course, THIS is what I REALLY wanted to see:

Naw, your dancing can suck, long as you got your emote on.... (no feminist lectures while on the pole.)

ETA: I learned that from listening to Lindal.

Yes, lend. I know he saw your pic that was up on my projection screen and actually said "Woooo" so I am kinda worried in case you turn Roz into a kinda dark knight. He is a rapper and a streetboy.

Just teh rigth bit of "rough" for you without being too humpety crumpety.