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Apr 19, 2016 7:32 AM

the spirits are spamming the blogs

My chakra needs to be cleared.  While I respect that everyone may blog, and many enjoy reading the blogs. I ask if possible could you limit the blogs you post regarding spirituality and chakra to one a  day per person. It is overwhelming, and feels pushy that your blogs consume the boards and all other blogs.  It sounds as if you are trying to push your religious views.  Here is a little artic…

Mar 15, 2016 4:00 AM

My Character. Some Quotes. Good olllll She Urts

Because, apparently SOME people think I should be wearing robes, veils, high shoes, stubbing My nose down, draped in jewlerry, and speak demurley and take up a hobby like.. pottery painting. Some references...of My role.    "I stopped on the walkway. Ahead, some yards, was a girl dark-haired, lying on her belly on the walkway, reaching with her hand down to the canal, to fish out edible garbage…

Feb 27, 2016 6:04 PM

slave for sale today

Let it be known that today I am selling my slave malia. she is a earth barbarian girl of some beauty and talent when given appropriate training and time spent.  I am accepting bids by auction. I ask that bids be realistic...I will not accept bids that are cray cray.  Decision will be made by end of day today. 

Feb 27, 2016 2:29 AM

a REMINDER of GOR

  "Goreans do not coddle their slave girls. This is one of the first lessons a girl learns." (Tribesmen of Gor, p.13) "Once a girl truly understands that she is a slave, and that there is no escape for her, once she understands it truly, emotionally, categorically, intellectually, physiologically, totally, deeply, profoundly, in every cell in her beautiful body, a fantastic transformation occur…

Jan 15, 2016 8:47 PM

a poem...by Bianciella

Stuck in the back of wagon Angry like a flaming dragon Not much to pocket I tried and said 'fockit' So i sat in funk The Outlaw was a punk Who clearly needed to wash For his belongings smelt like squash I could say much worse things But I know that he would flings ... things that would go pings off my head till I flipped him the bird and showd him the rings!