Camy

Everyday, almost religiously, I check your blog expecting some ... I dunno, just something. And, and ... and nothing. Not a sausage, not even a hint of a tint of what makes his Dudeness tick.Meh.Still, on a more positive note the site ROCKS! so thanks! :wink:Camy

Ha! Self deprecation - that's playing in my sandbox ... so I'll agree. It might not be a 'brilliant' piece of poetry, but as lyrics they work really well. And really what's the difference?

Phi by Camy Walking around square boxes in horizontal steps The domes and spires of Godly trust to me seem very apt Embracing Phi will make you high you'll see it everywhere The divine proportion in your lovers face, in a tigers burning stare In a butterflies wings, in a penguins stance, believe it's meant to be Talk the talk and sell your art blind men will sometimes see From the distance of the planets to the division of saturns rings To the shape of the universe itself the divine proportion sings acoustics, architecture, colour, poetry, credit cards Music, maths, geometry, cosmology and art The stock market, theology, DNA and life The divine proportion, the golden number clearly underlies --- written 16th June 2006 Phi is a really facinating subject! 1.6180339887498948 - phi to 16 places Written originally as a rap.

WOOT! the sound of a very happy Emu

I ... umm ... read about that sort of thing somewhere.

That's my favourite line too! Can guys be Bimbos? British police generally do not carry firearms. They have sticks! Each Police station has a firearms unit available to it, but they have to be called in. You do see armed police in the airports and major train stations.

Cruising by Camy Footfalls light and crisp in the park late at night I'm high, I'm here, I know I'm queer and cruising seems right I'm watched and I pretend that I'm not just like they are Cock is the one in charge and he's burning with desire Lighters flare then fade as cigarettes glow Muted voices chuckle, others in the know No one is here for love all are driven by lust The moans of those enjoying a momentary trust Leathered men creaking, peaked caps pulled very low Pale rouged youths' parading as if in a show Predators walk amongst us I imagine dripping fangs All I want and all I need is sex, some wham bam man --- 3rd Oct 2006

When I was fifteen I felt so goddam guilty dreaming of boys ... actually the dreaming was great but the feelings afterwards... awful. Now, when I try and analyse why I felt that way, and try and find the point in time when I stopped feeling guilty, I can't. Weird. Anyway this isn't the therapy forum, this is the poetry forum. Good poem TR! I'm with stanzas 1,2,4,6 & 7 unfortunately there was no internet which is probably a good thing, and the school had a great laundry service so no kleenex required. My Favourite is definitely When morning finds me, I close my eyes Envision orchards, trees filled with guys, And I pluck my fruit so quietly That no one suspects but thee and me.

I agree absolutely!

Ah great, It never occured to me to try another e-mail program. So what mail program do you use? 'cause in Thunderbird, which is the Mozilla freeware (they also produce Firefox) I get them as in-line MIME.

Yup, GA does mean Gay Authors, and the link to CJ's story is http://www.gayauthors.org/anthology/summer2006/cjames.html

I hate throwing things away, especially private messages. They're mine and I like them - call me weird. Anyway - long story short - my message box was 98% full, so it was either dump them or archive them. The IP Board software offers you two choices: archive as html or excel importable. On other invision boards the data is sent as an attachment, this version doesn't - or perhaps my email package won't accept them or ... After a lot of frustration, and my inbox getting fuller and fuller to busting I did some research - based on some distant memory... The board software is sending the archive file as MIME encoded 'inline' rather than as an attachment. This means the data is part of the email message itself rather than as a neat clickable attachment. What you have to do is decode it. It might sound complicated, but it's not. To decode you need a small program called UUDeview which for windows is here http://fpx.de/fp/Software/UUDeview/ Then when you receive the email simply open it and save it to a folder as a txt file, run UUDeview, point it to your txt file and it will 'pull out' the attachment. I've tried both html and excel, and html is much, much better. One other tip. Don't set the option to delete archive messages once archived until you've made sure you've managed to decode them. Better to safe than sad.

Jason, Nope, No, NO! I didn't say the piece was weak. It's not. What I was trying to say in a humourous way (which blatently failed) was that if anyone woke me up by touching me with a lit cigarette I'd probably hit them. I would. I'm definitely not into pain of any flavour ... Except that I've just read Jack Rowan's 'The Story of Tol' and ... well I'm confused. Your poem is a powerful piece. Camy

I've got to say that if anybody 'casually touched the end of their cigarette against my bare leg' I wouldn't 'moan and curl up into a ball on the front seat.' It would be more like 'Afterwards I drove him to the emergency dentist'. Just saying. Without doubt it's a very powerful piece.

Brilliant!

Shy? Quiet? Ha! Hahahahaha! Ahem ... Hiya Kidd! So glad you finally made it, the path to Dudeism is oft long and winding, though there is very tasty shrubbery to be found for the agile ruminant. btw I like to think I'm an Emu not an Ostrich

Umm... are you saying he wasn't ... erm ... snippity snip, cut, circumcised?'cause if it's not that then my mind is surely boggling, and if it is that then hey, I've gotta tell you, there are a lot of us out there :)Very funny and entertainingly written btw!

Ditto. The part that hit home hardest was I've been thinking about that since I read it. The concept that I'm judged by the fiction I write is worrying - which is why I write under a pen name I guess. I don't consider myself a 'perve'. What goes on in my head is entirely my business. Anything that goes on outside the boundaries of what we consider normal could be construed as being perverted. Infact anything that we disagree with or dislike could be considered perverted; be it politics, religion or sexuality. Thank [insert deity of choice] there's no esp ... yet.

Yep. See what you've started!

It all comes down to the individual, maturity and worldliness, and maturity is really the key. I joined the boards at another site and was somewhat peeved at having to give my age, so I put myself down as 99. I then got a pm from the admin telling me to give my correct age or go elsewhere. Silly. How are they to know? Having rolled the dice I dropped it to 48, and they were happy. Now, I might be 48 or I might not, but the point is without legitimate evidence like a passport or a birth certificate I can fabricate personalities until I'm blue in the face. I'm assuming that most children (whom the scheme is set up to protect) won't have a credit card to pay for the ID, so an adult will have to do it. Ergo it's the data the adult provides that will go on the card. This can only work if everyone online has one, and everyone gets one by having to provide evidence... which is a truly horrific thought. It's Big Brother by the back door. Camy - Judge me by my writing and not my age which was 27 this afternoon and is now 72, 69, 21... Damn I nearly made single figures. Change my nappy anyone?

Education schmeducation. I appreciate the sentiment that 'those who can do, those who can't teach.' And what are editors for? Amongst other wonderous things to deal with niggly run-on sentences, AND no two editors edit exactly the same way. Furthermore the language is changing over time as are the rules of punctuation. *takes deep breath* So there ... I'd like to add that I really don't know what I'm talking about. That's a sweet paragraph btw.

Ha! funny you should say that. There was an item on the UK news this afternoon about a man who was kerb crawling in the red light district. He was arrested after picking up a girl but let go with a warning when they found he was 95. Way to go!

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/technology/5238992.stm It actually seems quite sensible, if a bit cumbersome and probably useless unless everyone has them. All that aside surely - a bit like the anti drugs slogan 'Just Say NO!' - it would be easier not to tell people who you are... For instance, instead of handing out your address and undergarment size to all and sundry, you could just say: MYOB(YP) - mind your own business (you perve) ... though if the person ends up being the love of your life, this might put them off a bit, at first.

Nope, must have passed out with the pleasure.

Irwin's Memorial http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/asia-pacific/5362266.stm