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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Carol who wrote (17737)	2/14/1998 12:40:00 PM
From: Grainne	Respond to of 108807

Hi, Carol!!! Well, at least there is absolutely no doubt that Billy's willie is free!!! Poor Monica!! I think I would have gotten the idea when my, um, love was not reciprocated, but power is the ultimate aphrodisiac, for sure. I also think that in addition to all the biological imperatives, and everything instinctual that lurks in our primitive brains, the decisions women make in relationships are much healthier when we have fathers who love us, are nonjudgmental, and give us plenty of their time when we are growing up, and mothers who model love, fidelity and good ethics in love rather than implying they had a sexual relationship with an operas singer in order to sell more books, engage in power boinking (isn't it nice that dear Pete Roker has given us this lovely and discreet euphemism) with much older men, and social climbing, as Monica's father and mother did, respectively. It is little wonder, from Monica's history, that she was attracted to much older men, and had little respect for marriage, or trepidations about intruding on one. Have you been reading the Boinking Monica thread, Carol? It is pretty funny sometimes. Someone reported that on the tapes, she refers to Hillary as Booba, the hysterically funny (to me, at least) feminine version of Bubba. I am still laughing!! Well, it is a little early in the morning for licorice all sorts. I am still just dealing with tea. Have you ever had it the Irish way, with milk and sugar, (or sweetener)? I used to think that sounded gross, but I was pleasantly surprised to discover it is delicious. For some strange reason, perhaps a gift from the gods and goddesses of love, it is brightly sunny and cheerful in San Francisco today, although I believe a huge storm is on the horizon. Anyway, I hope you are having a wonderful day, Carol, in your beautiful snow. I found a few urls on this holiday that are interesting, that you or someone here may find sweet or historical. There was quite a bit of women's names being put in boxes, and drawn by chance, and that's who you ended up with. Hmmmmm . . . definitely quite pagan!!! cgi.org mystical-www.co.uk meijer.com me2u.com

To: Carol who wrote (17737)	2/15/1998 10:18:00 AM
From: j g cordes	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

Carol, that was quite a valentines discussion! Here's another perspective which I offer post valentines day. Before we were conscious sentient beings, before we evolved a matrix of symbolic reality by which we've litterally become schizoid from our biologic selves... before we became one being moving through time as both (self conscious mind and sensory instinctive body). Stop.. right there. (religeous insight).. isn't the garden of eden fable actually a deeper analogy to understanding the process and history of realizing self-consciousness? That upon its ancient discovery we literally took ourselves out of a garden of instinct/not seeing into a world of meditation and society? The story is simply a parable that at one level is a child's story, which should mature in time within the individual to an understanding of conscious emergence. Regarding the Clinton controversy, we are all still being led through time, being towed if you will.. like a tugboat towing a barge. We are held in tow by our genes. Borrowing from Startrek, the genetic mission is the primal directive.. our thoughts and conundrums of the soul, morality and society are eddys and swirls in the river we pass through. Jim