From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #140 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Tuesday, April 18 2000 Volume 03 : Number 140 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: me [Summer Burton ] ET: lets talk about sex baby....heehee [Katherine Alexandra ] ET: if you love them, you can't keep them close [kara garbe ] ET: infatuation [RedWoodenBeads@aol.com] ET: i'm catching up, slowly.. [RJonthego@aol.com] ET: going places.. [RJonthego@aol.com] Re: [ET: lets talk about sex baby....heehee] [Naomi Vaughn Subject: ET: me Don't write to this list much, but... you know.. me: I'm so freaking alive all the time that it scares me. No matter how I feel about myself (sometimes decent, sometimes really bad), I never really have that "dead inside" feeling that some people have. All my problems, it seems, trace back to being almost TOO alive -- feeling every rejection and problem 100 times more than I should. I have a friend who thinks I'm manic depressive. Another thing that goes along with that is I feel so inherently tied into other life -- human and other. I'm a vegetarian, striving to be vegan -- I don't wear leather or fur, I've basically cut out cheese and eggs, I'm working on milk and butter. I have had and still have lots of pets, and I've always had tons of friends that mean the world to me (mwah sam) I'm unschooled. I'm straight-edge. I participate in poetry slams. I like to write on myself -- it's a bad habit. I'm a bit of a caffiene and sugar head. I'm still stuck on a couple people I shouldn't be -- a close friend and a former relationship-of-sorts that is so way over and wasn't that great to begin with, but... oh well. I guess I consider myself bisexual. Never been interested in a relationship with a girl I knew, but I have a big crush on Gwen Stefani, so... I love mixtapes. So much. My website is boingyboingy.com -- it hasn't been updated in a long time, but I'm workin on it. - -- Summer Anne summer@boingyboingy.com summer@nbtsc.org voicemail: (512) 682-6988, ext. 5331 webmaster: boingyboingy.com writer: planetgirl.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2000 22:42:30 -0700 (PDT) From: Katherine Alexandra Subject: ET: lets talk about sex baby....heehee in my adolescent psych class we were just talking about sexaulity. hetero------------------bi----------------------homo. alright, in my class we studied this graph line. people are said to be at different INTENSITIES of sexuality. for instance, my first love ended up being "gay" but he still liked me...the thing is, he has only been with one other chick...he is closer to the homosexual side, although he sometimes has hetero. thoughts and feelings. i have kissed girls and what not before, but i am probably closer to the heterosexual side....although there are times when i am completely tempted towards a chick. let me put it this way, i like what ani says...to look beyond race and sex. if i fall in love with someone, it's for the person not for their penis or vagina. does that make any sense? i understand how people could only think of people of the opposite sex, but i think it's important to ask why. is it bc you have been brought up to only have feelings for the opposite? i just think it's ridiculous to repress sexuality. anyway, just my two cents. kat __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send online invitations with Yahoo! Invites. http://invites.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2000 22:52:38 -0700 (PDT) From: Katherine Alexandra Subject: ET: innocent THE REAL MEANING BEHIND INNOCENSE here's the conversation, me, you and her. the red hair of flame. the girl that i dont know. the hidden secret. the whore. the girl that you would never bring home to your mother. the girl that sucked her proffesuers dick for a better grade. the girl that fucked 56 men by the age of 24. the town tramp. the pub slut. the girl that gets forgotten, that thinks she breaks hearts, that never really matters. the girl that wears sparkles on her chest, low cut shirts, and short skirts. the girl that giggles and puts her hand on your theigh. unsuspectantly. kathy. the girl i hate. there you go. mentioning her again. your first love. the girl that you saw greatness in. the bundle of joy. the woman of your dreams. you tell me, in tears, that she once was innocent. INNOCENT! i blurt out that word from my mouth. how could this piece of trash, in any stretch of the imagination, be innocent? this orgy princess, this monster of a human. she is fucking your best friend! i tell him in anger....doesn't he realize? she is fucking him, every night. she doesn't care! but he tells me, he tells me, that she, this whore, was once innocent. funny thing, she slept with 56 men, yet still held onto her innocense. he said to me, in his low voice, that it was her outside that was dirty, but her inside was clean. she was innocent bc she never knew herself. but now she knows, and is no longer innocent. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send online invitations with Yahoo! Invites. http://invites.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2000 09:19:45 -0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) From: kara garbe Subject: ET: if you love them, you can't keep them close My mother says she tried not to be ashamed by them, a poor married couple working in a local market. Their son marrying a girl who would one day hold two master's degrees. But not back then; she only had one. They had won more than she knew could be lost, coming from the unswept streets of Germany to the unplowed streets of December in Iowa. What a move. They married when my grandmother was nineteen, an age when I still thought children were just things that you have so that they can leave you. I'm not so wrong, it seems. Everything but their groceries abandoned them. Grandma said, about my dad and his two brothers, who all joined the guard instead of going to nam, that she would rather have tied them up and driven them to Canada than let them go to war. They knew how to listen to mama then but in the end, they left and maybe she should have locked them in the trunk after all. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2000 15:58:37 -0400 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~requiring the services of the U.N.~ + you scan my words; they're a foreign menu and you find them appetizing yet ultimately unfulfilling fodder; and you ponder the symbols, like the simple yet intricate directions on the clothing you never bother to wash yourself; just throwing the meaning in alongside the static cling, barely dirty, but a string of incoherent waste just the same + i loved you as my pen was drying up indefinitely; deficient and depleted of ink, i somehow made both of us think that only you possessed the blue, black, and red back-up; when stationary was in short supply i just couldn't bring myself to try; as if that was all that was needed, when half-formed letters, scratches, and faded imprints-- the tangible remains of all our efforts-- were just crying out for the computer + ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2000 17:04:14 EDT From: RedWoodenBeads@aol.com Subject: ET: infatuation Well, here's my definition of infatuation. Infatuation is a lack of love for someone, rather, it is a desire for the person in question to gratify you and basically do things for you. The one who is infatuated doesn't trully care for that person, nor do they care if they are trully happy, but instead, they want that person to be molded into what they want. That's infatuation. I will be posting poems again soon! Joe no longer cradled in gravity's memory still in and spinning in spiral drifts of endlessness spinning in torment into the garden of light - -Pale Saints "A Thousand Stars Burst Open" http://www.chickpages.com/musicmania/joepages ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2000 17:46:32 EDT From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: i'm catching up, slowly.. There's definitly a theme... but hey. ;) roya "nothing's gonna stop me from floating" tori amos The show stops the audience leaves the set looks cardboard in the glare of worklights without the added benefit of suspension of disbelief The headsets are quiet the backstage intrigues silent Pieces of tape on the mirrors where pictures used to hang. The actors, they all know about the letdown procrastinating with beer and karoake long thanks you's and flowers The techies, forgotten behind the scenes, linked together by more than shared cues But the house is empty the stage stripped the show is over, I have to learn to stop. ~~ do i pledge because i wanted to hear your secrets or am i really bound to you with ropes i have tried to cut if i am captive should i learn to accept it funny how the prisoner feels like she has the most control. ~~~ I am here at home knowing that they are all still out, probably Procrastinating the end with beer and karoake. Playing out the backstage drama's on a new stage. We never close the curtain here, the show is always on. ~~ as dark as i get it's always different than evil but that would be an experience if i was more black and not azure the moon looks at me with no eyes, is he acting strangely to you too? quiet please - i made a pact with the sun, not to talk of nights at all. stepping from one to another, the colors mix i am dark now or as dark as i ever get. ~~ There is a window here in mommy's room one window surrounded by windows This window is a safe window the vines grow over it I lay behind it, pretend i'm sleeping beauty But my eyes are wide open Really, I'm no beauty call me aurora, briar rose More like a weed It started raining & I didn't notice I didn't see who moved me from the floor to the bed here in mommy's room I've marked the seasons through these windows 100 years and nothing's changed. That's the way I like it and the way i get it if I only look through the vines on the safe window (as safe as windows ever are) where I can look out but no one can see in. ~~ they've always told me that there are two kinds of people You're either an actor or the audiene But destiny isn't my favorite word although I couldn't help you from leaving or stop your dissapearing But I don't have to clap if you aren't on stage Likewise, I refuse to take a bow to an invisible audience You dimmed the lights You cleared the set. But it's not destiny if you don't exist. A cue from the wings, so plaintive I can't ignore You've already left there is no one left to encore, this show can't go on ~~~ when the smiles are forced there are spaces between the lines and the bodies when it is all worry and memorized habits As much as it hurts for the curtain to go down the show must stop (there won't be an encore this time) ~~~ ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2000 19:39:42 EDT From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: going places.. everyone knows the genius Dr Suess, right? (please, what a question, i know, i know) well, my all-time favorite book of books since i was abot 2 has been Oh, The Places You'll Go! I just found it in my bookshelf, sat down and read it about 8 times through. i just got THE BEST idea for something to handbuild with clay, but that's beside the point. everyone, lean back, adjust that mouse and feast your eyes...roya feels like typing: Oh, The Places You'll Go By Dr. Suess Congratulations! Today is your day. You're off to Great Places! You're off and away! You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go. You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care. About some you will say, "I dont' choose to go there." With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street. And you may not find any you'll want to go down. In that case, of course, you'll head straight out of town. It's opener there in the wide open air. Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you. And when things start to happen, don't worry. Don't stew. Just go right along. You'll start happening too. OH! THE PLACES YOU'LL GO! You'll be on your way up! You'll be seeing great sights! You'll join the high fliers who soar to high heights. You won't lage behind, because you'll have the speed. You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you'll be best of the best. Whever you go, you will top all the rest. Except when you don't. BEcause, sometimes, you won't. I'm sorry to say so but, sadly, it's true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you. You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You'll be left in a Lurch. You'll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you'll be in a Slump. And when you're in a Slump, you're not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done. You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win? And IF you go in, should you turn left or right... or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind. You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place... ...for people just waiting. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or th erain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting. Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting. NO! That's not for you! Somehow you'll escape all that waiting and staying. You'll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you'll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready becauseyou're that kind of a guy! Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. FAME! You'll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world watching you win on TV. Except when they don't. Because, sometimes, they won't. I'm afraid that some times you'll play lonely games too. Games you can't win 'cause you'll play against you. All Alone! Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you'll be quite a lot. And when you're alone, there's a very good chance you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won't want to go on. But on you will go though the weather be foul On you will go though your enemies prowl. On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl. Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. On and on you will hike. And I know you'll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are. You'll get mixd up, of course, as you already know. You'll get mixed up wiht many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step wioth care and great tact and remember that Life's a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left. And will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.) KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS! So... be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ali Allen O'Shea, you're off to Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So....get on your way! ~~~~~~~~~~ I always thought that he wrote that FOR ME, specifically :) It's a good, good book. And this ^ version is missing a lot without the illustrations...but oh well. :) ROYA going places ------------------------------ Date: 18 Apr 00 06:23:35 CDT From: Naomi Vaughn Subject: Re: [ET: lets talk about sex baby....heehee] > this way, i like what ani says...to look beyond race > and sex. if i fall in love with someone, it's for the > person not for their penis or vagina. does that make > any sense? i understand how people could only think of > people of the opposite sex, but i think it's important > to ask why. is it bc you have been brought up to only > have feelings for the opposite? i just think it's > ridiculous to repress sexuality. just wanted to say i totally agree. you do almost have to wonder if we're just conditioned to like only those of the opposite sex. me, i've had tendencies towards girls (there, joe, happy?). mostly just physical attractions, but also a few intellectual interests. i still love guys (er, yeah) all the same though. that makes complete sense, kat. i think people should be more open in that sense, in that they oughta be able to be open enough to be able to fall in love with someone... no matter the packaging... if that's what they feel. ya know, ya know, ya know? :) lovlies, nai "if anybody ever had a heart, well i wouldn't be alone" ~mb20, "hang" ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #140 **********************************