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[Leigh]

<< private dances. Here's my number." But I told her
my big push was on for Honga, and she corrected me,
"Oh you mean Honda. >.

hmm I thought you were heading toward a lap dance in the back of a
Honda, which is an image much more readily accessible to the symbols
of my working class sex fantasyscape; my eyes glazed over those fancy
names (Greek?) looking for the coupling in the car that never
materialized.

On 6/7/05, Glenn Scheper <glenn_scheper at earthlink.net> wrote:
> > I was having trouble with this image
> > ...the clit devours the vagina?
> > ...it penetrates the attached vagina.
> 
> No,no,no! Here is that tantric event in a little detail:
> http://home.earthlink.net/~glenn_scheper/2005-02-02.htm
> http://home.earthlink.net/~glenn_scheper/2005-03-15.htm
> 
> Here is a part of a Part 8 I once was writing to P-list,
> about after my planned day, and before the actual event
> of trying to approximate a pure tryst of AC opposite AF:
> 
> In that period of time, I was at work, totally
> alone in my area, standing leaning over with my
> hands on my desk, and suddenly I felt fiercely,
> bodily, that my anus was being penetrated by a
> very real feeling but phantom penis. And I was
> thus being fucked for many seconds. (So short
> a time for a self-proclaimed sexual athelete!)
> My analysis of that event was as of cuckolding,
> the transformation of a male by his unfaithful
> wife. And I conclude that I moved from a sixth
> phase, Philadelphia, to the seventh, Laodicea,
> be that the seal or the trumpet, I am not sure,
> for the seals and trumpets so recapitulate one
> another. But per speech act form, the trumpet is
> much more like sodomy: incapable of articulation,
> it only produces a blaring sound, not like word
> or name, by fellatio, or numbering, the sucking
> of breasts, or seals, like the form and function
> of vaginal lips (compared to mechanical seals).
> Phonocentrically, there is "rump" in "trumpet".
> 
> The sun had a bit to go. I measured its progress.
> It was behind the trees. I wondered when it would
> be beneath the horizon. Where is the horizon?
> I continued with smokes and water until I thought
> it was down. Then I went in to sup. It was still
> 'that day' so I continued to obsess on red wine.
> 
> I wanted a red wine, their only red was Merlot.
> I wanted bread. Their menu was Pizza or Nachos.
> For no particular reason, maybe staring at the sign
> on the cheese dispenser so long, I chose the nachos.
> I was back to normal now, going up to tip each girl
> a dollar a set or dance, whether I'd been near the
> stage or far--something I learned watching a nice
> old bald man, feeling like a supporter of the arts.
> 
> Saturday I had this sense that all the male patrons,
> both new faces, and those I already found friendly,
> stared at me darkly and blankly, as if I were some
> kind of enemy.
> 
>         Sunday.
> 
> Sunday night I was back in the bar. Finished with
> my intense interest in red wine, I had a beer and
> tried the other half of their fare: frozen pizza.
> I reflected on these both having leaven, not like
> the red wine and nachos I had on Saturday night.
> 
> Later, leaning against the leaning rail outside to
> smoke... You know, the first night I hadn't been in
> a bar so long, I asked for an ashtray. California
> law prohibits smoking in bars. It also prohibits
> taking alcohol outside. So I'd bounce in an out,
> as did many others, alternating smoke and drink.
> So the leaning rail became a conversation area.
> 
> It was there I first told the manager, a dancer,
> apparently the wife of the proprietor, how I was
> off in the hills reading Dante, and came down, and
> my directed random drive brought me here, and she
> knew of Divine Comedy, or made it seem so, being
> pleasant. Here too I first talked to the petite
> lady bodybuilder, praising her muscles, relating
> how my wife used to scold me, when I was trying,
> for we were into pairs skating, that my workouts
> were "pussy workouts". I think she was the first
> of Daniel's beasts, the one to whom a man's heart
> was given. Leaning there beside her, I sensed our
> bodies were in full system overload, like horses
> at the starting gate, agitated and snorting, as if
> ready to say "Let's go fuck" and that would be it.
> 
> Now, Sunday night leaning there, out came Cookie,
> I'll call her. Friday night, I guess my exorbitant
> tipping caused her to come out and push a tightly
> folded little paper in my hand, telling me "I do
> private dances. Here's my number." But I told her
> my big push was on for Honga, and she corrected me,
> "Oh you mean Honda." And I thanked her for saving
> me from that embarassment of not knowing my target
> girl's name right. This minor facilitation caused
> me to look as her in a kind of motherly role later
> as she danced, remembering how my mother came over
> to Germany when I got out of the army, and we took
> in the few countries I could handle the language,
> avoiding Spain for I knew not a jot of Spanish.
> 
> We were on the train crossing Switzerland when we
> met an American girl. They really hit it off, for
> they both knew bridge, which remained an absolute
> mystery card game to me, despite mother's efforts.
> She showed us a large Italian coin of small value
> that she had gotten as change and was wondering if
> she had gotten gyped. We commiserated. I'd given
> my mom a 20 DM bill to tip the toilet attendant,
> and she got no change back. The Italians totaled
> every bill wrong, and mismade change, and our own
> hotel "didn't have change" and forced a telephone
> token on us, with a memorable what-can-I-do shrug
> of the shoulers and upraised spreading hands.
> 
> But we all landed at the same pension, and my mom
> disappeared all evening to the girl's room, while
> I tried my first ever autogenic relaxation, that
> I had struggled to read out of a French magazine,
> Omni. When morning came, I went down to the girl's
> room and knocked. It was quite a long wait after
> "Wait a minute." until her door opened and there
> she was in a nighty which I saw had been forced
> apart to make the most revealing boob exposure.
> No doubt my mother's influence. But I, the good
> insular soldier, propriety incarnate, Jung's puer
> aeternus, looked ahead without even seeing them.
> 
> 
> Cookie and I continued in conversation about life,
> spouses and abuse and what not, and I told her my
> wife was black, and she perceived therefore, and
> said "That's why you were interested in Honda."
> 
> Well actually, Honda stood in the position of the
> third beast of Daniel, black, like unto a panther.
> Perhaps Daniel foresaw my very day, or it could be
> the working in the micro-rules of life that cause
> outward phenomena to exhibit or be found or chosen
> in such relationships. Anyway, in the third phase,
> Pergamos, I find the emphasis is heterosexual anal
> intercourse (I call sodomy, a too polysemous term,
> but maps also on Revelation occurences of porneia,
> fornication, which exoterically is broadly bland.)
> emphasized. Her co-respondant male in 7, Laodicea,
> is the self-sodomizer, but she has alternate male
> co-respondants in homosexual male sodomizers that
> would be named balaam-balak mentioned to Pergamos.
> 
> And I explained to Cookie about friday night, how
> I thought Honda was the one, and how I desired of
> her a certain "technical dance" -- "Here, can I
> show you?" and I went to my car to get my Pocket
> PC, and began to show her autocunnilingus images.
> 
> She said, "I can do that." Although my theological
> interest in the matter, since I expected so and so
> on Yom Kippur eve, had waned, I thought it would be
> interesting anyway to carry out such an adventure.
> 
> Her express price to me was $300. Later in her room,
> I heard her fielding many phone calls, and learned
> such facts as that a private dance by her was $200,
> but if they wanted to jack off, it was $100 more.
> 
> 
> But writing petered off, seeming lewd, private, irrelevant.
> 
> Yours truly,
> Glenn Scheper
> http://home.earthlink.net/~glenn_scheper/
> glenn_scheper + at + earthlink.net
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