porn for friday - what are you waiting for?

salacious sunday - the psalms

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
    Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?

~The Psalms 22: 1-2

porn for friday - Sockerdricka

ignorance II

"What the hell do I want to go to a place like Mombasa?"

"I'm sort of scared about going out there, but the wife is really nervous. I just see myself in a pot of boiling water with all these natives dancing around me."

-Mel Lastman, (former) Mayor of Toronto

strange days.

It has been a strange month. Winter has not been able to wrap it's cold arms around this city. The snow that fell as the new year unfolded with the turn of the calendar page, has all but melted leaving behind patches of brown tinted grass. Like a sleeping cat that does not like to be woken, the lawn is slowly turning green. It just does't seem right. At this time of year, the world should be monotones of white, grey, ash and brown. Now colour has grudgingly made an appearance.


It's not even cold. I remember January as the desolate month. The frigid month. After all the excesses of Christmas has been packed away for another year. After the reality of our carelessness and reckless over-indulgence has set in as evident by the expected rise in health club memberships and suicides. After all the credit cards come calling and the number preceding the decimal point in your bank statement seems to be missing a digit or two - January is forsaken and somber. Like a drunk who has just woken up from his last bender. Days so cold when plumes of steam belch from car exhaust pipes to hang like shrouds in the air so brittle I feel I could reach out and snap it. Some call it global warming, some call it a natural cycle. It's difficult to argue with either. But between the pestilences, the wars, the poverty and famines. Earthquakes, floods, volcanic eruptions and disease. There is an impending sensation that things are building up to a climax. Strange days indeed. 

salacious sunday - trois

The fruit of the spirit is love, joy and peace.

~Galatians, 5:22

ignorance

The question is, in a society run by sex due to porn how do we raise up our sons to respect women when women are viewed as objects of lust? How do we teach our daughters to respect themselves when their views of themselves are physical and if they do not look a certain way and submit to men and their fantasies?
-Brandy Creekmore (How pornography harms society)

spit or swallow

We must forever question

our values

our morals

our purpose

our beginning

the end?

or is this the start of a new adventure

Which direction should we set our sails

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Your patience will be rewarded