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The high priests of Jerusalem denied Jesus membership

            Thus, Jesus accompanied by large numbers of followers is marching slowly toward Jerusalem. Jesus and most of his disciples are apprehensive of entering this hostile city of Jerusalem; they belong to a Jewish sect Essonite (Essenian) who worships in the Great Temple on Mount Carmel. The Sanhedrin in Jerusalem has infiltrated the masses of followers and is luring Jesus to advance.  The Sanhedrin formed of the highest priests of the Pharisee and Sadducee sects have no administrative, religious, or political hold on Jesus in the countries of his peregrination. (Read my previous post “Complete story of Jesus’ visit to Jerusalem”). 

            Jesus camped outside Jerusalem City limits and enjoyed a triumphal entrance on Sunday; he was acclaimed “Glory to son of man” (Oshana Ibn al Inssan).  Jesus returned to outside the city limits and sent Judas Iscariot (a genuine Jew from the tribe of Benjamin in south Palestine) to negotiate a formal meeting with the highest priests of the Sanhedrin.

            The Sanhedrin had gathered through intelligence on Jesus; it knew that Jesus of Galilee was the “son of Marie”; it was convinced, and their rumors aided a lot, that Joseph was not the legitimate father of Jesus; Mathew poured oil on the fire by relating a not convincing story 60 years later. I don’t care one way or another who was the real father of Jesus but everyone else at that period did care and must have known, especially the Sanhedrin. The Jews named the sons and, especially, the eldest son after the patriarch of the family.  The Sanhedrin knew that Jesus was a “gentile” who was circumcised by law during the century old Macabe Kingdom and were coerced to follow the Jewish rituals. Jesus sect the Essonite had many headquarters outside Galilee; it had the largest and most flourishing center in Alexandria and other centers in Damascus in Mesopotamia. Jesus was a high priest in that sect.  The Essonite sect read from their own Books and the educated members were very literate in Greek philosophy and Indian theologies; they preached mostly Gnostic messages while adhering to the strict Jewish laws and rituals.

            Initially, Jesus was to disseminate the Essonite message in Galilee and around Damascus. Then, on the third year of wandering in the vicinities Jesus was assigned the task of including the Essonite as a formal sect in the Sanhedrin along side the Pharisee and Sadducee sects. It was fundamentally the job of imposing reforms within the Sanhedrin to unite all Jewish sects under common denominators. Jesus entered Jerusalem in a strong show of force; his followers were numerous, a credible entity, and willing to accept Jerusalem as one of their main religious centers.

            Judas was lured into believing that a meeting is scheduled on Thursday.  The Sanhedrin was not about to permit Jesus in the Holy of Holy of the Jewish organization; Jesus was to face humiliation and an appropriate punishment for spreading a different message to the masses. Judas must have told Jesus that the Sanhedrin position was to apprehend Jesus for questioning before any decision of formal meeting could be contemplated. Jesus realized that his mission has failed and that he is trapped; the chances were very slim to meet the high priest at equal footing but it was an opportunity not to avoid. Jesus ordered Judas to lead the apprehending force.  The customs were that anyone with high rank or standing should be apprehended with someone of equal ranking; since no high priest was to lead the force then Judas is bestowed the rank of brother; honor was saved.  Indeed, the kiss of Judas to Jesus at Gethsemane was of equal ranks nature; Judas was thus to lead the disciple in periods of emergencies.  The swift trial and execution dashed any hope for further leadership.  Jack, the brother of Jesus and not even one of Jesus’ followers or believer in his message, was anointed leader of the congregation: customs are hard to break. In any case, the third of the original disciples were close relatives of Jesus and of the same town of Qana (Lebanon).

            Most probably Judas hoped that Jesus will have at least an occasion to expose and discuss his proposal; he had no idea that the events were planed to end into putting Jesus to death and even crucifixion, the lowest forms of execution. Jesus loved Judas and Judas’ family and this love was returned.  Judas could not imagine the Sanhedrin behaving for these kinds of humiliations and mistreatments. 

            Judas did not flee; he stayed in Jerusalem and bought a piece of land. Judas was not scared of the disciples who were huddled in secrecy and scared for their lives; actually, Judas didn’t have the heart of meeting with this bunch of cowards who followed Jesus in triumph and failed to support him in time of need: they would have had a stoke assuming that he might be leading the Pharisee forces to their hideout.  Judas followed ordered; he was the man for the hard missions, and he had no excuses to offer to anyone.  There are two stories: Judas hanged himself or he fell from a wall while working in his olive field. Both versions are plausible; I am inclined that Judas had the courage to decide for his own destiny. He was a leader, he had a mission, he failed, and he must commit suicide.

            The first martyr, the Greek educated Saint Etienne (Estephanous), was lapidated to death shortly after Jesus crucifixion. The Nazarene congregation in Jerusalem (as they were called for over 30 years after Jesus crucifixion), was headed by Jack (brother of Jesus).  Jack easily stroked a deal with the Sanhedrin; mainly with the Pharisee sect within the Sanhedrin. It seems that the terms were acceptable to Jack and most of the original ultra conservative disciples who observed the Jewish laws even stingier than the majority of the Jews in Jerusalem. This moratorium with the Sanhedrin could not have been reached without the initial attempt by Jesus and Judas Iscariot.

            A barely tenable coexistence went on for another 20 years until Jack was lapidated to death; the “Christians” fled Jerusalem and settled first in Qana (the birth town of Virgin Mary in Lebanon) before pushing further on to all directions.  I contend that most of the Essonite members in these vicinities joined the Nazarenes.  It is during this peaceful period that St. Paul visited the Nazarene congregation three times in Jerusalem. Saint Paul transformed the Essonite sect from one of the Jewish sects into a new religion with world ramifications.


Note 1: The Prophet Muhammad was initially a convert to an Essonite Christian sect in Mecca (the Arabic Peninsula).  The first 13 years of Muhammad’s message was to unite the three main Christian sects in the Peninsula under a common denominator dogma. The religion of Muhammad deleted most of the abstract concepts in the Byzantium “orthodox” Christian religion into a down to earth and simple dogma that could be understood by the Arabic tribes.


Note 2: The Christian Copts in Alexandria (Egypt), mostly of Essonite sources, converted to Islam: there were no major theological differences between their brand of Christian dogma and Islam. This principle applies to many Christian sects in Syria, Lebanon, and Mesopotamia (Iraq) when Islam conquered all these lands.

I burned down Noah’s cargo; (September 25, 2009)

I care for two dogs,

Many cats, kittens, a chinchilla, a hamster, a guinea pig,

Two turtles, and a rabbit.

They are not mine;

I care for them by default.

Nieces and nephews got attached, while growing up,

To their favorite pets for a couple of days.

A few pets enjoyed longer friendship

Before the fully grown ups moved out.

The youngest niece is still receiving pets as gifts;

For her many real and faked birthdays.

If I could dispose of Noah’s cargo

I’ll start by tearing at Noah’s beard

Till this old fart bleeds.

Dogs can be forgotten for a couple of days;

They will stay cool and lick your hands:

They can always search the nearby waste bins.

The variety of rodents can squeal their head off;

I may gather for them

Now and then, a few green leaves from my small garden.

Cats are a pest; they keep rubbing at your legs,

And walking between your legs,

Until you are ready to offer your own flesh to feed.

Turtles can be forgotten for months;

They will still be moving at a steady slow pace.

I have a mind of carrying my home or tent on my back

And roam the wilderness.

I might survive carrying my talisman on my back.

I have been accumulating fruits and vegetable for the turtles;

Only to find out that they are no longer in their location:

Mother has thrown them outside the fence.

Man is a dog, a cat, or nothing.

The vast majority of men are dogs.

Dog has a fixed logic; once trained properly he nails the rules down.

Dog may learn from experience but fails to generalize.

Misha the dog was entrapped on a spiked fence and got scared;

She would not jump over the fence on the location it got the fright.

Misha jumps over the fence in another location;

It is the same kind of dangerous fence, the same color, and the same height;

It was just another location!

Cat has flexible logic and it baffles man.

There are these two kittens.

The ugly one is smarter, more courageous, and enterprising.

The first time I hit the ugly cat for meowing at the sight of food it vanished.

The next time it saw the stick her behavior changed;

Now the stick meant “food is on the way“;

Food is the objective and to survive means

Launching guerrilla warfare accompanied by louder meowing.

Someone else could feed and care for Noah’s cargo if I were rich.

I don’t even get paid for all these hassles:

Again, I am the default guy.

A few days ago I realized that,

In my isolation,

To whom else could I lord it over?

If I were rich

I’ll hire male and maid servants to care for Noah’s lot.

If the hired individuals turn out not to be diligent and obedient,

As most of Noah’s cargo behave,

I’ll turn them loose.

They may howl or beg.

They can die of starvation.

I wouldn’t care:

They are out of my hair.

That story is two weeks old.

I half burned down Noah’s cargo.

Pets are now reduced by half.

Al Qaeda: Zawahiri versus Al Liby strategies; (September 27, 2009)

Before 9/11, 2001, the media tried to convince people that the extremist Wahhabit terrorist organization Al Qaeda of Ussama bin Laden is a “parallel” central movement independent from any State in its decision and activities.

Al Qaeda was financed and controlled directly by Saudi Arabia and Pakistan, working in tandem to destabilize the Iranian Khomeini regime. During the Afghan soviet occupation, the USA had direct interests to driving the Soviet into a quagmire by supporting logistically various Islamist guerrillas movements to attack the Soviet troops.  

Several Islamist factions were supported by Saudi Arabia, Pakistan, and Iran, logistically, training, militarily and financially.  Bin Laden is of a Wahhabit sect of the Saudi Monarchy ruling cast.

Currently, Al Qaeda is split into two drastic factions with allegiance to either Zawahiri or Al Liby strategies for Islam hegemony.

Al Qaeda can no longer be described as “a parallel organization” because it is tightly controlled by regional powers and indirectly by the USA through these regional powers.

The Egyptian Zawahiri, labeled the second in command, had the strategy of an alliance of the Chiaa and Sunni Moslem sects to defeat the western domination of the Middle East and destabilizing the monarchs and dictators in this region.

The Libyan Al Liby is rumored to be heading the second faction that is at war against the Chiaa power in Iran, Iraq, and part of Lebanon. Al Liby was killed in 2006 in Iraq and was responsible for mass suicide attacks of the Iraqi Chiaas during the US occupation.

Al Liby strategy is ultimately targeting the Qadhafi regime.  Thus, strong alliance to the Egyptian Moslem Brotherhood is a must for post President Mubarak reign. Kadhafi realized that he cannot fight on several fronts: the western interests, the African tribes in the south, and the tribes from the east along the Egyptian borders who have always been at odd with his enduring regime.

Consequently, before Mubarak demise and the rise of the Moslem Brotherhood to power in Egypt, Qadhafi had to make peace with the Western European States and the USA: he relinquished his nuclear program, paid the victims of the Lockerby disaster, and reopened bidding to discovering new oil fields.

Qadhafi made it his main strategy to focus on Africa and secure the alliance of the States on his borders as buffers to infiltration. (post to be updated or resumed with a follow up post)

Are you hearing voices? (September 24, 2009)


            “It hit me by surprise ten years ago. I woke up with a huge racket in my head and permanent whistling. Those background noises didn’t vanish; I wake up and sleep with voices and noises in my head as if I was renting beneath a terribly noisy neighbors. I visited all kinds of physicians but they were helpless since they had no idea about these symptoms; all that they said “You need to find ways to live with; there is nothing we can do to relieve your case.” It is always depressing when physicians say that they are helpless after lengthy consultations.  It dawned on me that my physicians are not treating the causes but are trying to manage the consequences; they fear that I might behave like fools, become a nutcase, or worse a serial killer. What I really miss is my right for silence when I need it; I miss hearing nature’s cacophonies and birds singing.  I am being told that progress in that field is on the way and that I need to be patient two more years” testified one of those ” acouphenes ” from the Greek roots “akourin” (hearing) and “phai nestai” (appear to).

            Are you hearing a mower running while everyone is napping quietly? Has Archangel Gabriel visited you and is ordering you around? Those suffering of acouphenes call these loud background noises “ghost noises”. Physicians are not agreed on the main causes for these symptoms and the patients have to wait two more years for experiments to confirm the causes and the appropriate treatments.

            Have you saved $5,000 with no chance for re-imbursement? Then, you might check in a health institution in Marseille (France) for a thorough check up where half a dozen of various specialized physicians will ponder on the results, including psychologists and psychoanalysts.  This research institute is called “Institue Mediterraneen de recherche et de traitment des acouphenes”.  You check in before dawn; four more acouphene patients are of the group; the nurses take blood samples (just to pile up the account), then the patients chat in the presence of a “specialist” and share experiences of their ailments and troubles. In the next 4 hours the patients undergo a dozen tests such as audited evoked potentials, audiogram, then an acoustic oto-emissions, electrocardiogram, echo Doppler of the carotids, radiographies of the head and the neck, then MRI of a few parts of the body and on.  Next the patients are interviewed by an osteopath (for jaws anomalies), a psychiatrist (for psychic balance). Finally two physicians evaluate the results and suggest treatments.          

            What kinds of treatments are offered? It spans the gamut from removing excess wax, to hearing prosthesis or anything to compensate for loss of hearing. One of the treatments is to tone down or reduce the level or frequency of noises instances; the loss of hearing is stimulated by listening to a CD within the deficient audition frequency so that the audition brain has time to re-organize and be ready to capture the appropriate frequency level.

            The second treatment is to normalize the influx of glutamate (transmitter of signals from the cilia in the cochlea to the brain nerves).

             The third treatment is to appease the brain with magnetic induction so that to interfere with aberrant cortical activities. The patient wears a magnetic helmet that targets the auditory brain; acute depressive patients or suffering from chronic hallucinatory pains are also treated with magnetic fields.

            The fourth treatment is used in the USA since 1960 and enjoying acceptance in Europe.  It is called the neuro-feedback technique and intended to re-organize the auditory brain. The electro-encephalogram machine registers the cerebral activity; then the patient views the activity chart and modifies the tracing using a cursor up or down. It is one of the psychophysical techniques where the subject equilibrates the external signal to his perceived senses. Still, I have no idea how this can treat the patient except by assuming that the brain will undergo a better re-organization by two ways interactions.

            The fifth treatment is the radical cochlear implant that sends signals to electrically stimulate the brain and decrease the acouphenes. Electrodes are planted in the head by the auditory brain and linked to box under the skin. 

Whatever are the causes it all boils down to hearing loss in addition to whatever troubles and discomforts you may be suffering.  You may link to my latest post on the most current treatment

          Note: There is increased rate of cases of dizziness symptoms; people over 50 are debilitated by cases named “labyrinthine” that affect the fluid in the inner ear.  Either the fluid is infected with an accumulation of crystals or dirt that hampers its normal flow in the cochlea or the cilia in the cochlea have degraded by hardening or deterioration. Patients suffer for a week and are treated to dizziness pills until the infection goes away; the symptom recurs within 6 months and there are no cures for the causes.

I am seeing double; (September 26, 2009)


      I woke up at 7:30 am seeing double. I got in bed seeing double but it didn’t affect my sleep or my hope in a better world.

      Waking up seeing double had the world around me tumbling down. The legs of tables have doubled; things must be logically more stable but my perception is not reassured. I have never seen such a mess around the house: too many sandals, thongs, and socks.

      I am not drunk and there is nothing wrong with my corrective eye glasses:  Without glasses I see four of each object.  I have a mind of super-imposing my spare glasses: maybe I would see a single world.  Sure the world would look terribly fuzzy but still singular.  I didn’t try to demonstrate my hypothesis: most probably I won’t though I am hugely tempted if I didn’t abhor fuzziness even more.

      I am trying to be functional one eye at a time; the world is lacking depth and not interesting.  I feel uneasy with nature lacking depth; I am not sure if I am pouring properly in a cup or replacing any lid with precision perceptually. I am not that worried about man lacking depth: I got used to it. I pity animals with more than two eyes: with too much depth every step must be like stepping over precipices. 

      I look at the nearby village with both eyes and it is a duplicate; I shut one eye and then the other and the village shifts location.  If most conquerors saw double they would not feel the urge to conquer some more lands; so far, Lebanon must have doubled in superficies and can boast to be an expansionist nation.

      I will refrain from driving today: I might take the wrong route till I crash or I might attempt to slide between two cars of same type and same color.  People before me had accidents of the same kind but they happened at night; like not avoiding a car with only one head light on thinking they were facing a motorcycle.  Besides, I don’t feel hot people asking me why I keep switching eyes. It is so tiring closing one eye, especially typing on my keyboard.  I feel that I can focus better with my left eye on. Eventually, I might get used to shut my eyelids effortlessly and keep them shut effortlessly.

      So far, I have been observing my symptoms for over 24 hours until I manage to see an eye physician on Monday. I think that I am walking balanced: I didn’t bump into anything yet but I experienced several instances of close call for slipping because of lack of depth. The duplicates are mirror images from the direction of my piss. Physically, I am normal but I am starting to burp a lot and I have not eaten anything. I suspect that I have been poisoned. I would love to blame Ariel Sharon but he has been in deep coma for ages; he has been a lot of body with no brain to start with; he might be experiencing a loop of recurring dreams; any dream in the loop that is not gory must be a bonus to Ariel; or maybe not. 

      Last evening I told my brother dentist of my symptom; he said “see an eye physician”.  Then 10 minutes later my brother enters with an astonished horror look and proclaimed to the assembly of mother and dad that he remembered a friend of his who experienced the same symptoms and it turned out that he had suffered a slight stroke; I told him that I don’t feel any physical pain or other handicaps; he said people don’t feel much from slight strokes.  My brother went on to admonish me to go to the hospital right away or see our family doctor.  We have no family doctor; and then what? Take the money and then tell me to go see an eye physician?  That’s my brother; no tact.  I have told my mother during the day but she didn’t take me seriously.  Now mother is beside herself and offering all kinds of opinions and suggestions; she will fail to sleep tonight and will covet me for God knows how long.             This is a fucking life: too many illusions piled up to make pain real.  That is absolute creativity. If I live enough to see the proper physician then I might tell the rest of my story; the causes of my symptoms and my cures if any.  I woke up this Sunday seeing double.

Emilia’s loathing 

            In the first two years my marriage was perfect. It felt that our deep and complete accord of our senses mingled with this silence of the spirit; critics of our personalities were suspended; love was the sole judge of the partner.  Emilia was absolutely without any defects; I wanted to believe that my behavior was shared. Certainly that we had plenty of defects but they were transformed into benign, forgivable, or even particular qualities that enhanced our individualities.

            The happier we feel the less we pay attention to the grace of our felicity; indeed, I might have many moments of boredom in our relationship; it seemed common and natural, nothing that special, like the air we breathe. People would envy me for my state of happiness and I would retort that I lacked the security of the morrow: I was in a tight financial predicament as a movie critic and we barely managed to go out see a movie. We lived in a rented furnished room; my wife had to use the owner’s kitchen to prepare breakfast. Never did I lament as during the first two glorious years of my happiness.

            To my eyes, my wife Emilia was a beautiful secretary when I fell in love with her.  She was not that tall; bared off her long heels her head reached my shoulders, but she had this supple grace and “majesty” that made her look much taller and impressive than most girls that I had met. Emilia was especially taller in bed, more packed, rounded, and powerful, though I knew very well that she had nothing of the massive. In moments of abandon her large sensual chestnut colored eyes expressed a state of loss and displacement.

            Emilia came from a poor family and kept our room constantly clean and shining.  She made my small study her exclusive care: my papers, desk, and books were arranged to lure me to work. Emilia was mostly silent; she barely laughed or smiled but managed to disseminate her feelings by body postures and the expressions on her face: she was barely educated and her world opinions were limited.

            At the time I let my grunge and intellectual looks boast for my potential future as an illustrious artistic personality. My corrective glasses and slender high stature might have contributed to my imagination.  I could not afford to buy an apartment as I felt was Emilia’s deepest wants, her own residence to furnish, maintain, and cherish.  I recall now that during our engagement her eyes got wet when I told her that I barely could rent a small apartment: she was longing for a place of her own and quickly.

            I managed to put down a deposit on a modern apartment of two rooms and a tiny kitchen.  When we visited together for the first time our potential dusty and unfurnished apartment Emilia joined me at the window and asked me to hug her; it was a displaced tender and overt behavior on her part.  We kissed passionately and then Emilia demanded: “take me now”.  She promptly removed her skirt and tops and we made love on the dirty floor.  I had never felt that passion in Emilia; it felt as if she was returning the gratitude for an extended expensive gift. Surely, I had the apartment in Emilia’s name.

            I have never felt that despondent and miserable as the first months after we purchased the apartment: I was permanently worried about the next payment.  Emilia did not help any: she increased her shopping excursion to buy furniture.  She was perfectly aware of my financial predicaments but she acted nonchalant and perfectly an “egoist” to me.  Gone was the period I was lording it as a potential famous intellectual; the feeling of the harsh reality that I was an utterly penniless person, a non-entity, overtook me. I started to listen to the opinions of the opposition political parties that lambasted governments, services, and the social inequities. (More is to follow).


Note:  This story is taken, with some alterations, from “The loathing” (Le mepris) by Alberto Moravia.

Reactions to Seduction, Love, and Sex Tales


            In the last three months I had decided that my posts would not exceed 800 words.  Consequently, my posts must not be read as academic essays intended to cover all aspects of any theme or in any reasonable depth.  Many times, as a few posts cover many aspect of the same theme then I combine them in a somewhat lengthy essay. In general I try to exaggerate to shock readers into personal reflection.  I leave it to the reader to figure out the many perspectives and angles for comprehending a theme. I even challenge readers with direct and categorical positions to generate comments that may resume discussion and enrich dialogue. Most of the time this tactic is successful and I always factors in comments of the types of immature curses and semi sentences.


            For example I receive a well elaborate comment on my post “Sex Tales”.  It goes “I was really interested in reading “sex tales”. I read this post many times and I felt your “anger” in your writing. What I don’t agree, even if I am not a man, is when you say that men don’t have pleasure and that the sexual act is “only” a tension relief. I agree that the sexual act is a natural need but you cannot compare it to pissing and shitting, even when we’re not talking about love, because sex is something that you can control, it is related to desire and pleasure, it is something you share.

            How can you generalize by telling that “Man is not endowed to experience sexual pleasures […]”? Did you ever discuss this issue with other men? In my opinion you cannot compare sex to masturbation, they are fundamentally different.

            You say that men need practice; I say that women need practice too. Practice is important for both genders in order to know their bodies, to know how to give pleasure and how to receive pleasure. Do you think that for women sex is “easier” or pleasure is “automatic”? Don’t you think that women also care for men’s pleasure and that they enjoy giving as much as getting?

             I looked for an explanation for your anger and I may have found two:

First, you said concerning men’s hands “one is more sensitive, functional, and defter than the other and not for manual work but for relieving your emotional anger and passions” maybe is it this emotional anger that is reflected in your writing?

Second, maybe it is a manifestation of a tendency for misogyny? After all, the way we see the world is always influenced by our personal experiences.”


            That was a wonderful comment and I tend to agree on most points. It gave me the opportunity to elaborate my position.  I am replying gladly and with excitement. Personally, I am sure that women need far more practice than men.  Mind you that I am not talking about seduction but the nitty gritty sex part of foreplay and intercourse.  After all it is the woman who is in the receiving end of sexual pleasure.  If the woman is not in control of the entire exercise then she had a failing grade and needs to practice more to accede to the next level.  Man must be the passive partner and as long as man is the active one then the woman has received a failing grade.

            No, we cannot compare sex to masturbation unless the woman partner is frequently getting lousy grades.  Then, it is far better for man to get in control of his “destiny” or change sexual partners.  It is the woman responsibility to retain her sex partner and discover what make her man tick.  I get very tired doing the control part to pleasure my partner since she is the one getting most of my focus and energy.

            I maintain that sexual intercourse is an exit alternative for man to relieve his anxieties and angers until the woman partner extracts a genuine “Thank you” appreciation from her man after the game is over. Then, sex can shift to a qualitative level: it is for the man to expect a confirming “thank you” note from the woman partner.  Then we can say that sex is ranked as quality time; a serious fulfilling and relaxing exercise.  It is the phase when both partners have done their homework and learned what give pleasure to both sides.


            In general, I discovered that I like more the company of women than man: there are challenges at every corner until routine sets in. Then it is time for a change seeking the company of men.  As for misogyny and such terminologies I tend to avoid them: generalizations are intrinsically false.  Every person, in both genders, has a combination of characters; some tend to behave more frequently misogyny than others. What count is not what we say but how we act and behave. 

            Anyway, I am still into introspection and this exercise might last a life long. 


Note 1: I stumbled on a post offering advices for good sex.  Man likes seductive, intelligent, and confident woman. Women should behave lady like on the street and exhibit her bitchy vocabulary and lexicon in bed.  Woman should control burping and farting to the bare minimum: do you know anyone inclined to fuck his beer drinking buddy?  Woman should prove that she feels fine in her body and not constantly worried of the next esthetic surgery.  Woman should refrain from biting the penis or any canine scare tactics; likewise, man should refrain from savaging the clitoris and bruising it. Both genders should not trash talk about their acquaintances: this is a sure proof of low self esteem and a strong message that danger is around the bend.


Note 2: I linked three posts on seduction, love and sex for those interested in following the conversation.




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