[syndicate] My Secret

Mon Dec 12 02:05:44 CET 2005

But the best one is the first one (my favourite):

Dirty Week end

Anything interesting in the second it is the timing

Have a good night

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From: "marc" <marc.garrett at furtherfield.org>
To: <syndicate at anart.no>
Sent: Monday, December 12, 2005 1:51 AM
Subject: Re: [syndicate] My Secret

http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n12/n64959.jpg

of course :-)

m.

>Hello Marc,
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>Of course I prefer
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>Helen Zahavi
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>Aliette
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>From: "marc" <marc.garrett at furtherfield.org>
>To: <syndicate at anart.no>
>Sent: Saturday, December 10, 2005 10:57 PM
>Subject: [syndicate] My Secret
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>My Secret
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>I won't make any excuses for anything that I've done and I don't think I
>should have to. In college I have explored as many clever young guys as
>I could. It felt like a playful, perverse discourse and a pleasurable
>protest against the other unchallenging females. Believing that I can be
>a carouser and still maintain an essence of genius as well. The mommy’s
>girls swatted on, studying about their potential future careers,
>researching all those faulty de-educational blueprints of life. I was
>exploring instinctive motions wrapped with an intellect with many
>variants in respect of aspects of living thrown in as well. OK,
>sometimes I got milk on my face, but it had calcium and nutrients; at
>least I was healthy. Unlike those, sun petrified bimbos worrying about
>their snotty pimples bursting under the heat, who thought studying
>handed down ideas, text and institutional propaganda would make them
>somehow wiser. When they were really just trained up commodities, taught
>how to bandwagon jump through selected hoops, swallowing handed down
>mythologies disguised as real histories.
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>Nope, I could see through all that crap. Even if though shit does sell
>very well in this disposable world, that’s not an excuse to do it; I
>could have done a great good job at selling such bile. I do have my
>self-respect and have managed to maintain my psychological dignity. At
>that same time though, I didn't make any effort to conceal anything I
>did, which does have its drawbacks. Many of the college girls began to
>get jealous due to their boyfriends discussing new numerous ideas that
>we had shared together, and were very frustrated that it was not
>featured on their curriculum. I was too idealistic and I found out the
>hard way that one woman can't make much of a difference to change the
>world. The reputation I acquired made life very difficult for me during
>the three years that I went to college. I've learned from my blunders. I
>don't consider anything I did as big mistakes, the only real regret I
>have is not taking steps to be more discrete.
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>After college I got married and my life changed a lot. I settled into
>married life easily and became a faithful wife. My husband is amazing
>and has a very flexible imagination and he always satisfies me. The only
>sort of experience that I have missed over the four years we've been
>together is the excitement and sensations of getting cerebrally
>challenged by two guys at the same time. Men who are well endowed with
>uncommon vigor of mind and superior intellectual faculties have always
>turned me on. Threesome were my favourite in college and I learnt loads.
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>I thought that I could put everything behind me until I discovered ‘Net,
>Mind and Body.org’ on the Internet and I couldn't resist signing up. I
>love my husband and I know I'm not supposed to cheat, but if he never
>finds out, how can it harm him?
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>I've only done it once and I didn't have anyone else to tell, so I
>figure it's better if the whole world hears my story (with all names
>changed of course). I love it that the net is so anonymous. I didn't
>just meet up with a couple of guys right away. It took me a few weeks of
>going online and checking out profiles and cogitative faculties and
>various charts of many types of males until I mustered up the courage to
>meet two ‘Net, Mind and Body.org’ guys in person. ‘Net, Mind and
>Body.org’ was a site that harboured many individual members who shared
>hypothetical conceptualizations online and with each other personally on
>a regular basis. Many of the interactive, virtual experiences I shared
>with men on the site were very stimulating, causing my third ventricle
>to pulse in a way that I have never felt before. It was amazing.
>
>I can remember sharing the supposition that imposed cultural
>deconstruction was potentially a subconscious yell for a collective,
>orgone revolution via institutionalized parenting. Which to the
>layperson means having a revolution whilst holding onto your parents’
>hands at the same time as being aroused by their adult knowingness yet
>still questioning their roles and too scared to actually create real
>change. And when someone suddenly said that the most virulent forms of
>humanism carries with it a normative component that would in its self,
>escape any realistic or truthful analysis due to humanities inner
>intricacies, and they are impossible to measure by traditional science
>alone. My pineal gland exploded into an ignitable, over stimulated
>intellectual series of flushes followed by involuntary muscle
>contractions. Believe me, it felt good.
>
>Everything went better than I could have hoped for. The two ‘Net, Mind
>and Body.org’ guys possessed exceptional clarity and an agility of
>intellect as well as invention. They also did everything I asked them to
>do. They'd never had a threesome before and I sort of felt like a
>director in a movie. I wish I had it all on film now, oh well.
>
>We met in a public park. I picked them up in my car and drove them to my
>chosen secret haven, a motel well out of the way. Once we had keys to
>the room I parked the car and told the guys to go inside and be fully
>undressed and wait for me while I found a suitable parking spot. I was a
>little disappointed they didn't do as I asked - they weren't waiting
>undraped for me. I then realized that they were too shy about being
>exposed in front of each other while I wasn't there. I had to dismantle
>my own clothing first and then they let me dishabille them one at a time.
>I then siphoned off their metaphorical projectiles of immense, impelling
>force while they still had their pants around their ankles. After that I
>situated my self horizontally on the bedstead and commanded each of them
>to bestow their dianoetic qualities all over me. Maybe it's just that I
>hadn't been with two guys for so long, but I had the best mutual
>biogenesis stirrings of my life. One of the guys expounded to the other
>that `we are currently existing forms of continuity, heightened by the
>occurrence of mutual suspense’. The other agreed and then mentioned that
>my elongated erectile, tissue was filling with blood and was now quite
>rigid and it seemed to be very sensitive to intellectual stimuli. I
>agreed, while trying to catch my breath.
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>My expression offered immediate respect of deference as we enhanced and
>harmonised our reciprocal, individual and mutually supportive selves
>just as though we were in a just and equal society. I was riding one guy
>while masticating his friend's academically well defined and finely
>sprung pedestal. Then they switched places, only the second guy eased
>his motivation into my geometric postulate as preparation for the main
>event. As soon as I was able to take a whole hypothesis up my stratum I
>got them to doubly appropriate me and adjust my state of mind and take a
>solid position towards their shared dissertation. Firstly, all three of
>us were lying on our side and then I received one of the guys’ proposed
>notions, while the other entered his synopsis into my unprotected rear
>guard argumentation. Any woman that has not felt what's it's like to be
>intellectually influenced by a vigorous exertion with such erudite
>persuasions by two males at once, have denied themselves an experience
>so ultimate, that they should be ashamed of themselves.
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>The guys paused a few times to administer some kind of discursive and
>liberal lubrication onto my prominent and negotiable framework, thus
>making it easier to penetrate my deep and well informed, sense of
>reasoning. Both guys discharged their collected and accumulated
>ideologies into my interior subjective void, almost at the same time. I
>could feel every interjection unfolding, getting larger, expanding via
>the conscious act of understanding, as they were shooting into every
>inner space, awakening my proclivity. I had a shower soon after and left
>while both guys were asleep on the same bed.
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>So that's my story and that's how it happened. I hope it strikes a cord
>for those who are caught up in the trappings of conventional thought,
>denying their own liberation. I haven't done it again with the same guys
>or anyone else, but I must admit that I have been tempted. I'll probably
>hold out for a few months, maybe even a couple of years. I've even
>thought about including my husband, but I don't think that will ever
>happen. It's not a big deal really, I like having my own secrets.
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