Recently I've seen several fish emblems on cars that have feet and say Darwin in the center. In your face to the Christians. For a while I kept track. At one point it was 5 Christians to 5 evolutionists and then the Christians seem to pull away. I mentioned it to one of my female friends. She said that she knows some the Darwinists who hang out with the E Clampus Vitus crowd. Connisuers of fine cigars and liquor.
I think I crossed paths with them the other night. I had to been to a major local event with the fun continuing in a hot tub not too far away.
"I'm Jones. Where are my Petrones?" This guy went on for half an hour searching for his cigars.
Finally into the tub. One of his compatriots took up the quest - "Bitches, bring me a cigar. Bitches, Bring me some wine, Bitches....." Not my style.
There was a woman, who asked my name twice before entering the water. While fumbling at getting her hair up and then with others helping her, I briefly rubbed her foot. A minute later she looked at me and said, "I don't know you."
"I'm the person that just rubbed your foot," again giving my name.
"No, Chuck rubbed my foot." Whatever, over the next ten minutes she asked what my name was no less than five times. It is that space of massive intoxication.
Recently there has been a lot of press about Rohypnol or Flunitrazepam; the date rape drug. It is like Valium and has a great additive effect with alcohol, causing disinhibition and amnesia. One of my male friends thinks it was slipped to him a couple of weeks ago. After a few drinks with some people at his home, he barely made it to his bed. He only remembers getting up the next morning. Later people told him that a woman gave him head in front of several others. Not his style. The thought of that, the blacking out and the doubt on whether it was just the alcohol has left him very disturbed. Is he just getting old?
I was really convinced of the association between Valium and alcohol when I became aware of a drunk with a blood level of .45 who had smashed his head. He needed to be immobilized for a head CT scan. After receiving 90 mg of Valium intravenously over a ten minute period, he was still thrashing and moaning. It didn't touch him at all in his intoxicated state. A small amount of Demerol calmed him down.
The Roofies only work with alcohol. A catalyst, it amplifies the inhibitory effects of GABA. Its not something new. I've know a few people that don't remember anything after binging with alcohol. Now we've got shots that can be ingested as a tablet. If they just can't wait, they will grind it up and snort it. I guess it is better on the liver, but it still does its number on the mind.
When is the time right? I've thought that when I'm attracted to someone, and wait to end my current involvement, that they might get the idea that I resist fooling around. Avoid the lies, secret meetings and hurt that comes with getting caught. I had met an exotic woman two years before I was able to have a special dinner with her. Finally we were both in a space where we had cleaned up relationships, ending marriages. For me the spark was still there, but for her our time had come and gone. Do we interact with people to connect or for the experience that it can give us. We had a nice dinner and great conversation, which came around to the difference between Almond Joy and Mounds.
"I usually prefer almonds, some times they really add to the taste. Otherwise they are the same, aren't they?"
"NO! NoooO - Don't you know they differ in other ways too!"
I didn't and that turned into an assignment, to write about the difference. The chocolate is different. A Mounds bar has semi-sweet chocolate and Almond Joy milk chocolate. Also there are slight differences in the filling with Almond Joy bars containing whey and oils from soybeans and cottonseed. There are just four choices, either, nor or both. Can they be taken in the moment or will the past or future modulate the experience? Can I sense the emotion or lack there of?
We were having breakfast in Santa Barbara. The cottages had been cozy the night before. I was treating my brother for his birthday. It was sunny, the day was vibrant.
"Did you hear the that couple last night? It wasn't us."
David smiled.
"They never quit, going on and on, moans.... David was really getting off on it."
David started to blush now. We had heard a little. The cottages were duplexes. The room of ecstasy shared a wall with David, we were close by. We weren't too vocal. The selection of food was more complete than most bed and breakfast meals: juice, fruit, rolls, and our choice of eggs. We were enjoying everything. From the porch where we sat, we could see the cottages. The door of the room next to David's opened.
"Alright, now we can see the sex maniacs."
A man stepped out and then another. The door shut. They walked down the path came to the porch and sat down to eat. David turned somewhat pale, put his fork down and did not finish his half eaten omelette.
"I was wondering why I never heard a woman's voice."
What had been a real turn on suddenly left the most bitter of tastes.
Jerry Springer had a recent show -- disclosure of secrets. A couple transexuals, who still had their members intact, disclosed the truth to the men that they had relationships with. These poor guys found out in front of millions (I'm sure Jerry wants to think that millions watch him) that the woman that they had been having sex with for months was really a man. Both these he/shes were overweight and said they had taped their penises back. Straight quick missionary stuff going on here. The guys who got the disclosure looked like they were going to puke. The audience was wild.
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