The Dark Angels are a come and go crew. They create then disappear like street art. Their works exist in fragments, particles that float, dust motes that spin before the wind that blows them to faraway places. They are individuals that work as one. Deep as oceans, as impenetrable as the night. Art urchins and poets, they dissolve before they form. They are the Dark Angels, they are discharge. They are a bloody mouthful.
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Hah! I thank you so much! I wish I had it on MY finger
Don't remember me that...
hahaha!
been a while without using it, my fingers swelled up and could not get the ring off, I had to cut it with pliers and go to the jeweler to amend it...
yeahhhhhhhhh!
Big Finger!
In my movie they cut off the finger and left the ring ;~O
hahahahahaha!
It was close to that ;)
bueno, un dedo más o menos ;~)
You need both hands with all fingers to do that? Wow! Post a photo!
I will, I will!!!!!
;)
:~O !
espero con mucho interés
Okay, okay lads! So where's the photo, Albano?
Little old ladies need their entertainment, too.
In all seriousness (although I'm serious about the photos =)) I've been a ring fanatic for years. It's silver or white gold for me. I had the most beautiful scorpion made for me 25 years ago and had to have it cut off after years of wear (without taking it off, of course). I was constantly having to take care that I didn't take my eye - or anyone else's eye - poked out with it. Being a Slav, I talk as much with my hands as with words. One of my nieces wanted it desperately and I could only get it off by having my favourite jeweller cut it off my finger. A couple of years ago, she told me that she'd lost it. I denounce her as family... well, not really. 'Stuff' happens.
Waaaahhhh! It was made by a friend from Valencia and I loved it more than any rings I've ever owned/had!
Fantastic ring, Albano. There's crap to be found everywhere but the detail on yours is unique!
PS You males of this species (working on the premise that we're all the same species, but I'm not that picky) are all CT's.
I want substance, not talk!
I promise...
;)
CT....? *strokes chin, raises eyebrow*
You will have 'splain.
Your ring sounds snappy, Iryna. I like them very much. Have a couple of the Frank Gehry abstract designs. But I take them off every evening and when I work. And play. They get in the way of,,,things. And I don't want to worry about anybody else.
Iryna, if you are on Facebook please look up my friend Jim Dunakin. He is a jewelry designer and maker and he has some things from the insect world that may appeal to you.
;~)
Ruela, the proof in the pudding (as they say in English). I want action, not promises.
Robert, have you ever encountered the term C*** Teaser? I've only encountered it as a reference to females being suggestive towards heterosexual males. I say there are some serious C*** Teasers in reference to males. There are many of us womenfolk who have extremely healthy libidos. I happen to be one of them. I get very frustrated by both kinds of CTeeeaaasers.
Being Harpy by nature, I do not apologise for being brazen on this subject. To my mind, this is a venue where games can be played discreetly (sometimes, almost childishly). There's always a room for a little play but, in the creation of pieces on display there is the seed of our common humanity. There are also pieces far more blatantly sexual. Neither are shameful. To transgress regarding matters of our physicality is as valid as other transgressions.
Incidentally, I am on Facebook so I'll look up Jim Dunakin.
In the meantime, anyone up for some cyber-transgression?
Hah! She has you there, Albano!
Iryna, I am well aware that women have ravenous libidos and I have heard the term before, of course, but never abbreviated. And there are three "c" words it for which it applies: 2 female, I male. In my wide and many travels (I am an old man) I have found that the biggest teasers of all three Cs are Celto/Iberian/Mediterranean men. They simply can not help flirting! I lived in Spain for many years and picked up the habit myself. I find it really enjoyable. But a harpy wants what she wants when she wants it, so my advice to senhor Ruela is that he complies; it is never good to keep a harpy waiting too long
And there are others who are interested as well ;~)
And Iryna, you are not too brazen at all. You used asterisks for the "c" words!
I am always up for transgressions of any kind and the cyber sort are so cozy!
"I want action, not promises."
Ok ;))))))))
So Proud!
Response to both Ruela and Robert (in at least 2 parts):
I didn't need to have Robert tell me about Celto/Iberian/Mediterranean men. I can break that down into subcultures of the similar patriarchal cultural groups.
I've lived around the world and understand very well how we are all 'inducted' into a culture. Personally, being of Ukrainian origin, I know that men and women of my cultural heritage have been SERIOUSLY misrepresented in the mass media, particularly throughout the Cold War. Both males and females of the species are a strange toad-like group of homo sapien sapiens. We are devoid of sexuality and probably only mate in the cold season in order to keep warm.
Ruela, you have informed me that you have Ukrainian friends but you've probably only seen the tip of the iceberg as regards how the sexes interrelate. There is a deeper ingredient at work here...
I've had much contact with men who emanate from the 'Romance' cultures. Inevitably, they are so deeply entrenched in their ma-cheese-moe that they fail to comprehend that they are reliant on women to be swept off their feet my someone who meets the criteria of being a 'real man' according to cultural stereotypes.
Ruela, I also know you to be intelligent, analytical and above such easily deployed cultural concepts of heterosexuality (FYI Robert, Albano & I are collaborating on a piece designed to explode myths in this perverse economic 'global' culture). What the hell, "So Proud" was the stuff genius! LMAO!... Nevertheless, you are still timid in the face of what I was implying.
I was talking about serious Skype, Yahoo or any other online video 'contact'. I think Robert understood this. It truly is very, VERY cozy.
All I can say is that I've long been married to a Mediterranean (Greek) who tried to hide his interest in online sex for years. He was dependent on my being the family 'breadwinner' and felt naughty hiding the fact that he spent so much time online wanking online while I was working my arse off 24/7. I understand that I married my mother and became his surrogate mother. This is the nature of extended family.
As I have stated, and will reiterate, I am from another culture which understands that such concepts of sexuality exist, yet it doesn't sit entirely comfortably with me/us as homo sapien sapiens. I say this in all seriousness. While recognising that younger people from Slavic cultures have probably understood that it is an area in which to tread carefully (if not having been assimilated into this global culture) I've encountered plenty of Celto/Iberian/Mediterranean men (currently included in my professional capacity as a Linguist at an Australian university). They are so easy to decipher/decode. Simultaneously, they are enigmas.
Other than being bisexual, it was, initially, something of a strange revelation when I discovered that men (in particular men from the 'Romance' cultures) are not like Slavic men. While I can't claim ignorance as to the new global Nation-State promoting its unhealthy economic and religious agenda, I am compelled to admit that I still find it a little difficult to comprehend.
Part the 2nd:
There are so many cultures who revere their mothers to an unhealthy extent (or, perhaps, a healthy extent while denying the sexuality implicit to their 'love'). In Slavic culture, men love to show off their physical prowess and love their mothers to a comparably unhealthy extent... ultimately, however, women are peers or betters. There are words/definitions in Slavic cultures that embody the ultimate sexual female being: an 'interesting' woman (meaning intelligent, beautiful, sexually attractive and the challenge every man wants in a long-term relationship). Words such as beautiful, pretty, attractive, charming, alluring et al do not even begin to measure up to the truly 'interesting' woman. The term 'femme fatale' has been integrated into Slavic languages but doesn't begin to measure up to the 'interesting' woman.
Having lived in Australia for so long, I've found myself in a position where whispering, "I want to feel your hard cock inside me!" into a man's ear would spin him out... especially if I spell out that I take it any way and there isn't anything I won't try. These men – both younger and older than me – then drop their macho, flirtatious façade and start telling me about their fears with regarding their wife, girlfriend and life in general. Their flirtation is based around something they perceive to revolve around a socially comfortable notion of sex and sexuality they've been socialised into believing to be 'normal'. Nevertheless, I still have the same men (and women) 'flirting' with me while feeling comfortable in telling me about their wives, lovers and general fears in life. All I can glean from this is that they want a mentor and would like to fuck her, too.
I'm not trying to sell myself as some sort of sexually irresistible woman. I have enough self-doubts to fill a thousand universes. I also know that I am, at my age, still perceived of as being a sexually desirable woman. What, then, am I? When men and women of around 20 are sexually and emotionally drawn to me, it ends up confusing me because they are not the Slavic men and women I am used to. Relationships with truly beautiful, desirable beings are quickly established. Sexuality plays a tiny role in our friendships and mutual respect. At heart, all relationships are sexual. That is the nature of nature.
I am not a flirt. I realise that I can come across as being so unless someone knows me personally. I am simply one of billions of entities on this earth. We exist then cease to exist. I am not superstitious or religious. Harpy mythology is, quite simply, drawing on signifiers, reinventing them and turning them into parody.
I've left myself exposed (which does NOT cause me discomfort). I have, however, left myself wondering what it is that I was trying to establish. I suspect it is that I cannot fathom light-hearted flirtation from serious propositions.
I have never denied being the global village idiot. At least I feel that I have created a place for myself for the period between nothing to nothing.
- Hugs to you both from the self-mythologiser!
Most interesting, all of this, and you are clearly a most interesting woman, in the Slavic sense and all the others.
I, too have traveled extensively out of the culture in which I was born, but therein lies the enigma. I was born in a cosmopolitan milieu in the USA in 1958: a strange place to be! There is little sense of community and cultural common bond; rather, you were either "white" or not. And whatever your background (mine is Irish) there is a cultural matrix of English Puritanism but since WWII that has been melded to a sense of self indulgence and entitlement that has run wild. Sexually, this translates to a passion for wild, piggy sex followed by an orgy of contrition which also accounts for a lot of pleasure. The downside here is that lust is seldom uncluttered and becomes stultified by too much agenda.
My travels taught me a lot. Naturally! And sexuality was one of them. I grew up in the 70s with all the sexual liberations and gay liberations and racial liberations, etc etc etc, so I never felt particularly inhibited. Being gay, I did not have to agonize over mating rituals in the same way as the straights, because sex was never ancillary to clan alliances or tribal survival. I have been sexual with many Slavic men (yummy! in my opinion, and quite openly horny) BUT never had a relationship with one. Outside of the US I have only had romances with Spaniards and Irishmen. All lovely and all emotionally boyish.
Sex and romance are what you make of them. Sounds facile but is not. The trick is to strip away every cultural expectation and start the affair as if one where in the Garden, slate clean. SInce this is nearly impossible to maintain, have no illusions that it will not return to the mundane. But that can be very comfortable, too. The thing is, it is supposed to be fun! Beauty and fun are very serious things, equally as serious as all the darkness and chagrin I see scattered about here ;~O And humor saves lives. A fine sense of the absurd will not only save your life, when it needs that, but it will make sex and romance so much nicer ;~)
And that's my two cents worth
I didn't get around to replying to this. Sometimes the mundane is all one carry on with and I've been in such a mood for a while. Spasms of humour keep me going until I am re-energised. It takes a lot of energy to stop me from falling into the abyss... but something like falling ill makes me a little careless and I trip by accident...
Interesting to get a sense of your background. Somehow, we all slide down the funnel into similar outlooks. Do we eventually settle for the mundane because it has become so comfortable? Even irritatingly comfortable is comfortable (aside from the irritation factor). Too much yo-yoing and the string breaks over time. Romance is, to my perception, overrated. I never have really believed in it. I truly believe it's only lust. I really, really like and lust: that, for me, equals a strange, obsessive and usually destructive love. I really, really like: that for me equals a better kind of love.
What a strange sense of being! I adore living dangerously, grow tired of living dangerously, grown tired of living in relatively safely... with age, in ever diminishing circles.
Humour, though, has a substance of its own. It shows in all of this darkness, seriousness and chagrin. It's the glint in the eye that shines until you cease to exist. Existence is a wonderful cosmic joke. If you can't laugh in the face of the nothingness then you have ceased. If you can share it with another being with a glint in their eye who understands the nothingness and another, and another, and another it becomes such a big, shiny, wonderful glint.
It's a terrible pity that there is pain and horrifying cruelty in this brief being we all share until we cease. I'd rather share the laugh at the nothingness... but stuff still happens. But humour maintains substance despite the stuff.
I guess that was my two cents worth.
- Big hugs, Robert
Well said!
The human animal is slothful. That is why we slide into the mundane, I think. And romance is our fear of our lusts so we dress them in valentines and candlelight. It also has to do with loneliness, which so many of us fear. Myself, I am not romantic nor sentimental. But I am passionate, lusty, kindhearted, intensely loyal and I adore Beauty in all her Faces. So, I consider myself a good catch.
But I probably won't be giving you a valentine ;~)
No one has given me a valentine and lived to tell the tale!
of course you know that this makes me immediately set about devising one ;~∆
Throw some cut flowers into it and not even the tyranny of the distance will save you!
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