franksolich ignores Bernie bullies, makes nice-nice with.....

[franksolich]

This of course is the usual pornographic trash, which decent and civilized people aren’t expected to read, but is posted so as to elevate the literary tastes of lurking primitives, who so badly need uplifted during this time of crisis and division for them.

franksolich ignores Bernie bullies; makes nice-nice with a primitive supporting Messalina Agrippina  “Well, I’m kind of insulted about that,” I complained.  “It’s true this isn’t the Waldorf-Astoria, but it’s a clean, safe, spacious place for one to stay while waiting to travel onward.  I dunno what he was whining about, when he said ‘There’s nothing to do here.’”

I had overnight guests here; four primitives friends of a nephew of mine.  Two male, two female, ages in their late 20s.  They weren’t two pairs, though; one guy had both women to himself, while the other guy was a porcine-looking lad with sideburns who reminded one very much of the “gollygee” primitive.

Of the four of them, three of them were undeniably supporters of Methuselah, while the woman to whom I was complaining favored Messalina Agrippina, which made her the most agreeable of the lot.

Upon settling in and inspecting the premises, the sniffy stuffy guy whined about the lack of amenities, and so he and one of the two women took off to the big city, to see a movie.

Forget about him, the woman who remained behind insisted; “He’s one of those people who always needs ‘things’ to amuse him; he doesn’t understand that one can make one’s own amusement without toys and gadgets.

“There’s no television here, there’s no radio, no stereo, but you’ve lived out here for so long, I’m sure you have ideas about how to keep visitors occupied.”

“To be honest, though, at the moment, I don’t,” I said; “it’s probably the end-of-winter blahs, where the mind’s all tired and blank and one’s waiting for spring to come to rejuvenate.

“I’m trying, but I can’t think of a damned thing we could do, to amuse ourselves.”

“I can,” she said; “we could hop around in the sack while they’re gone.”

I had a feeling this wasn’t something she’d thought up just then; that she’d been mulling it around in her head for a while, although I had no idea why.  But whoa—it’d been a while since my urgent male needs had been addressed, and this chick, unlike most primitive chicks, wasn’t half bad looking.

However, there was also the problem that the porcine-looking lad with sideburns was with us, the "gollygee" primitive.

“Oh, don’t worry about him,” she said, as she began pulling her blouse up over her head, betraying that she wasn’t wearing a brassiere to rein in her jugs, which were somewhat overlarge, but not offensively so.  “We can ignore him.”

I began to seriously doubt that, as the porcine-looking lad with sideburns reached over to touch one of her jugs.  She slapped him away, after which he sidled over to the other end of the couch to suck on the knuckle of a thumb, his eyes filling with lachrymal discharges.

“We can ignore him,” she repeated as I tugged her blouse back down; “and we were—“

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Isn't Aggripina a kind of Greek booze?

[franksolich]

“We’ll get to that in a bit,” I told her, “as your sideburned porcine pal gollygee looks like he’s getting all drooly and excited, and I don’t want him to be disappointed…..yet.

“I need something explained to me first.”

We walked from the living room over into the dining room—the rooms being separated by a ceiling-high archway—and sat down at the table, on which sits stacks of my freshly-laundered clothes. 

There’s a woman who picks up the dirty laundry here every Tuesday, and brings it back the next Thursday, all cleaned and folded.  I’m supposed to put it all away in the closets, but finding it more convenient to keep the clothes where she sets them, I leave them there.

“This is something I’ve never understood,” I told her; “it was the hippies and primitives, way back when I was a little lad, who incited the sexual revolution, convincing us there were no more rules, no more standards, no limits, to one’s sexual conduct.

“’Everything goes,’ we were told; ‘do what you want to do,’ ‘if it feels good, do it, ‘let it all hang out.’

“Monogamy, abstinence or reticence, ‘waiting until one’s ready,’ were repressions that could lead to all sorts of hang-ups and other undesirable personality traits and habits.  Just best to be unrestrained and loose.

“Okay then, so we had this sexual revolution which, having started when I was still a young lad, was all but over by the time I was an adult.  Everything had changed; and if it wasn’t anything quite legal now, it was at least socially acceptable.

“It’d been my experience—until very recently—that Democrats, liberals, and primitives, seemed the loosest, the least inhibited in their sexual habits, but then and again, they’d invented the sexual revolution, while the rest of us had been less enthusiastic about it.

“When Skins’s island first floated to the surface in January 2001 my salacious interests were inspired; surely the primitives were going to dwell a great deal upon sex, titillating its public audience.

“Think of it; a sex forum on Skins’s island would beat the cooking and baking forum there, in traffic.

“But that never happened; in fact, it seems as if having invented the sexual revolution, the primitives are now afraid to talk about it.  Apparently the subject’s banned on Skins’s island, and it’s an easily-enforced ban because most primitives naturally and instinctively shy away from it.

“Thus depriving the world of a great deal of fascinating illumination.  We’d all like to know, for example, the best lines MrsCorpio’s used when trying to pick up blonde white girls, or how In_The_Wind handled the rougher elements when she was bedding three or four guys a day 1965-1985, or how much graywarrior got from the guys those times she was paid at all, or how my fellow alum Skins finds bed with a women’s-libber wife.

“Why are primitives so afraid to talk about something they themselves brought to the cultural forefront in the first place; mention ‘sex’ to one of them, and it’s like splattering Holy Water on a vampire.

“Isn’t it odd, that there’s more, and more freewheeling casual discussion of sex on conservative message boards, among we stuffy, uptight, straitlaced, religious, and inhibited haemorrhoidal old fogies?

“I think what it is, is that the hippies and primitives found out sex isn’t all they thought it’d be, it’s not as good as they supposed it’d be, and that it scares them.  And of course being of their maladjusted natures, they can’t even enjoy it, have fun with it.”

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