4 Replies to ““I’m Used To Being Naked””

  1. If “superior Europen Culture” means “wantonly running around bare-ass” then the Olde Sod truly deserves the new Moozlim Model.

  2. Yawn, almost too bored to comment here. 20 years ago I got up the nerve to stroll down Vancouver’s nude beach. [Wreck Beach].
    I was extremely self-conscious for about three hours. As my private things are not as big as those you see in magazines.
    Surprise, most other guys private things are not as big as what is commonly pictured in the media either.
    Soon, I realized, no one paid me any special notice. I tried not to be too obvious as I enjoyed the graceful contours of some very healthy bronzed female bodies.
    A friend and I used to go to Wreck Beach and drain a case of beer and then call it a day.
    After about a week we lost interest and went back to our usual habit of covering miles and miles of back country logging roads on enduro bikes.
    Don’t get me wrong. Sex is great, but there’s not much of it at a nudist beach.
    Sensuality levels are far higher at a night club where the music is great and everybody has all their cloths ON.
    Anyone who protests private parts on a statue or suggests that dogs should wear underpants deserves to spend one week at a nudist beach.
    A law like that would *normalize* a lot of up-tight sex police.
    By the way, for those of you who would like to *normalize* at an excellent nude beach. You must come to Hornby Island, next to Buckley Bay Vancouver Island. The b in *Hornby* is for municipal correctness, obviously. 73s TG

  3. Read this vanity fair in private; no peking,no plumsauce, no wanton soup; vanity is fair? (Dog days of summer?)
    http://www.electricvenom.com/2005/08/03/dental-donations/
    “Venomous Hubby”? Fang, as Phyllis Dillery said.
    Includes comments such as:
    “Kate, I am so so *so* sorry about this. Just hit the tipjar�best o� luck.
    Hiss by The Gringo 08.03.05”
    Dental Donations
    Wednesday August 03rd 2005, 6:57 am
    Filed under: My Venomous Life
    In the 2 1/2 years that I�ve been blogging, I can think of three, maybe four times that I�ve actually found myself struggling to write an entry the way I�ve struggled to write this one. It�s easy to spout off an opinion over news articles or to tell you about funny (and sometimes not-so-funny) things that happen in my life.
    All of that is part of an unspoken pact between bloggers and blog readers. We write, you read, and hopefully sometimes you giggle. No admission required.
    So, when Randy and Velociman suggested that I hold a fund-raiser to help pay for the dental work I need after Monday night�s accident, I balked at the thought of pan-handling, at the notion of asking virtual strangers for their help.
    It�s not easy to hit you up for donations, but it�s also not easy to think of going indefinitely without front teeth. And the truth of the matter is that, absent a miracle, coming up with the money to replace the teeth I�ve lost is beyond our means.
    With the Venomous Hubby working the phones, we�ve been able to reduce the overall cost of the dental work. Our dentist has waived a number of fees related to the installation of the new crowns and bridges but, since he�s not the clinic owner, there are only so many fees he can waive. Bless his heart, he did talk to the clinic owners and they�ve agreed that I can go ahead with getting new �flippers� even though I can�t pay for them just yet. I�ll be getting them next Friday (and also getting another one of the cracked teeth extracted), so at least I won�t be house-bound and freakish looking. Getting bridges so I can eat something besides oatmeal and broth still has to wait until I raise the funds.
    Altogether, my dental bill has been reduced from $9848 to $8274, which is a big savings but still a huge chunk of change. Unfortunately, it�s a chunk that I need to raise quickly. Not only do I need to pay for the �flippers� I�ll be getting next Friday before I can proceed with getting new permanent bridges, but, according to my dentist, the longer I go without permanent bridges in there the more likely it is that my remaining teeth are going to shift and possibly even come loose. Lovely.
    But, needless to say, that didn�t stop me from throwing a Pity Party for One yesterday. Maybe it was justified, and maybe I needed it. I don�t know. At least it was a short one � thanks to my internet friends.
    Thank you Kelley and Jeff for your well-wishes. Thank you, Brenda, for the PayPal donation this morning � you started my day off with a (gummy) smile. And a huge �Thank You� to my friend Doc for both the well-wishes and the donation.
    Finally, thank you to you for being supportive with your kind wishes and prayers, and if you feel like donating toward my dental bill, please know that I am awed by and grateful for your generosity

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