Podcasts about Begging

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Begging seems ridiculous to me. Yes or no should be enough in almost all situations. I'd for sure beg God. I'd beg for anyone's life including mine. I'd beg to keep a really good job I love. I'd beg for my soul to go to Heaven and my family's and anyone else's. Other than that begging is just stupid and very annoying. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/c-sincere/support

Have we found ourselves coming to God begging to be set free? Begging for victory? Ps. Stacy powerfully teaches how Jesus gives us more authority over wickedness, darkness, torment, death, etc., than we might realize. Through this message discover how to get through the breakthrough you are looking for!

I have really been struggling with my mh for the past yr.I think looking back it started with the pandemic, I had Covid & was quite unwell, from then on I experienced a large accumulation of very sad losses , several deaths , relationship breakup , empty nest son leaving for uni , Menapause,it all took a hold.Unfortunately my job came to an end, as I was unable to present for work. I am now in receipt of UC , so on limited income.My overall well-being is not good , personal care is limited as I have no motivation, I feel no purpose or place any more .Please can you help me, I am in such a dark pit, begging for help Please .

When Santa Cums.Santa makes sure I belong on the Naughty List.By svb missive kitty. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.My name is Cat, and as many of you know I live in a fancy condominium development, for a college student, overlooking one of Michigan's famous lakes.It was on this bustling cold December night I happened to realize it was Christmas Eve. Our tree was out, my roommate and her own dog away with family, but I and my border collie Avy sat alone watching the dark waves crash outside our building. “Well,” I sighed, “Even if no one else will see me I can have my own Christmas. And dress myself up for my own fun.” Truth is, I was horny and wishing I had someone to invite over for the night. Does that make me a slut? Maybe. Christmas night is a special night for screwing one's self silly. “Dear Santa, Is it too late to write a letter and get on your gift list? All I really want is a good fuck.” I muttered just barely audible to myself.Skipping to my bedroom the first thing my fingers found was my signature kitten choker collar, complete with a round golden bell. Giggling a bit I fasten it, thinking of all the famous stories of reindeer and jingling bells around their own necks. Next I strip down to bare nothing's, save for my thigh-high hosiery, and dig through my favorite gear. I feel like being dominated. I should have planned ahead for this night.There's something wonderful about walking around a spacious luxury condo  in the nude, with all the windows open. Dimming all the lights throughout the place and lighting some candles, I start getting the supplies for a hot bath, just as soon as my cookies are done.The buzzer startles me just as I finish lubing up a cherry red diamond plug. It's larger than normal but such a beautiful ruby red; and hell! It's Christmas!. I slip it inside me and bite my lip hard to keep in a moan, although I don't really have to, since I'm alone. On the way out of the closet, I impulsively grabbed my fur jacket. The feel of fur on my naked tits, is indescribable!I walk through my apartment naked except for the few accessories. The choker's bell jingles as I bend down wiggling my ass for the world to see, as I remove the cookie sheet from the oven. I see an older couple returning from Christmas mass and walking past my back patio, toward their front door. They didn't see me, but I still got a rush from that idea that they could haveThe minute I turn around, I swear my heart drops.And so do the hot pan of cookies, onto the counter at least.“Ho. Ho, hoe…” he says, staring at me through the bushiest set of white eyebrows and curly beard I've ever seen.I'm shaking, how did he get here? Who the hell is this, guy, anyway? And why is he dressed like Santa?“Who are you?” I say with a raspy voice, I'm embarrassed but at the same time my inner woman is more excited to see such a festive gentleman taking in my naked appearance.We're only separated by the counter, and I flinch when he reaches towards me, only to realize he's grabbing a moist cookie. I watch him carefully, like an outdoorsman, peel off his heavily used black gloves, resting them on the counter. I watch his manly hands reach for a cookie. His eyes are such a bright blue, reflecting that inside he is youthful and wild still.My nipples suddenly erect and perk at attention, I can't help but squeeze my legs together and feel the plug inside my tight ass.“Down to business then.” He says, as he wipes crumbs from his furry lips and finally looks at me again. “Cat. You've been naughty this year.” He smiles knowingly. I can't help but stare at my feet. “I Hadn't planned on any gift for you.”Crap, I felt like he was privy to every secret of my inner soul. I started to blush, but he added; “I sensed a whispered wish from this home, a couple minutes ago, as I was finishing up next door.” Then he looked at me with a horny grin; “You told Santa that you want a ‘good fuck'?  Maybe you should ask yourself what a naughty girl like you deserves!”“Very naughty. Get over here.” He instructs standing by the picture window, next to the Christmas Tree.Immediately I follow him back into the living room where he must have found his way in from my fireplace. The window drapes are open and the full moon streams into the candlelit room, my dog still asleep in her bed by the tree.“On your knees if you want to be on Santa's good side.” He's more dominant than I could have ever imagined, his heavy black boots thump behind me. He tossed my fur jacket to the couch as I sink to my knees facing away from him, in front of the big window. My breath is more than gone, I've never been so exposed to a stranger.The sound of a heavy belt being undone, zippers down, pants dropping.I swallow the thick saliva in my mouth, I know I'm drooling and not just because of the smell of cookies but the reality of Santa Clause behind me, going to punish me. Because I am a bad, bad girl.I flinch when I feel his big strong hands along the side of my neck, but he soothes me, my breasts are prickled with goosebumps in fear, yet he rubs my shoulders silently. Pushing my long black hair to one side he suddenly yanks it back so my head is thrust back, I look up at him, gasping in fear more than pain.“Turn around now girl.” He orders.I'm facing him, facing the part of him that juts out stiffly. He's buck naked and hairy. He's built like a lumberjack and has just enough of a belly to prove he is the real Santa. His cock is larger than I could have imagined, and it's only seconds before he pulls my head to it. Yanking me by my hair it's seconds before the whole fat engorged cock head is in my mouth and I'm slipping and sliding the head around my twirling tongue. His cock head is fatter than his tapering shaft. My mouth was straining to open wide enough for his head, but as he descended my throat, my jaw relaxed more. The feel of a large stiff cock in my throat is indescribable. I'm no longer actively making love to his cock. I'm simply a hospitable host to his magnificent phallic idol. He's making passionate love to my orifice.I know better than to gag but I let him use me, fucking my throat with such a grace and passion. My mouth is his now, his thick drool covered balls slap against my chin. Each thrust feels farther down my throats than the previous. I can taste his manhood's precum on my tongue & sliding down my throat.The bell on my choker keeps jingling, creating a warm moist, Christmassy feel.I'm wetter than I've ever been, I stare up at him over his thick belly, wondering if I could make an offering that would appeal to him.It's like he reads my mind, & his cock pops out of my mouth with a wet smack. He swings his cock back & forth across my lips, leaving a surprisingly sweet syrup of pre cum. But I'm not surprised, he is the real Santa after all.“Do you really wish to wipe yourself off my Naughty list?” He questions, holding my hair tight again. I know not to disobey him. I want to be both naughty and nice.“Yes sir!” I whimper, a small twinkle of tears gather at my eyes, I'm panting, breasts heaving.“Then beg.” He pulls me to my feet & over to the end of the couch. I keep my hands behind my back and bend over the armrest in front of him, I rest against the couch and moan a little, knowing my exposed cherry anal plug must be winking at him.“Please, put me on your nice list.” I pant.He makes me wait. I'm shaking in anticipation, but I wasn't expecting it when a harsh and angry belt smacks down on the pale flesh of my ass cheek.“Oh!” I cry, hands falling in front of me to get a better grip on the couch. His thick Christmas belt make a raspy noise as he draws it back and strikes again with a heavy wap!I moan so loudly I pray the neighbors don't hear, but the heat rises to my cheeks, I'm enjoying this punishment more than I would have expected.Two more waps! And it stings so bad all I can feel is my juices between my pussie lips. The stings go straight to my screaming clit nerves.He drops the belt with a thump and I suddenly feel the much softer fingers tracing the cherry ball of my ruby plug.“Very festive.” He grumbles happily. I hear the rumble of his hearty laugh. I want more than anything to shove something, anything thick, up my aching pussy.“Please.” I beg, closing my eyes and gripping the couch for dear life.He obliges, firmly placing his meaty hands on my pale hips I feel him position that giant head at my sopping cunt opening and thrust his way in. My bell jingles loudly when I throw my head back in ecstasy. Sweat beads at my forehead as his hot belly presses against the small of my back. His cock reaches so far into me that my clit is burning with need. Begging for anything to rub against it to give me release.I'm aching against him, pressing my pussy back to meet him at every smack, I'm completely his. I've never been so thoroughly used like this. His cock has no mercy, and he has no intention to get me off, I'm his toy, his Christmas toy. I am asking him for forgiveness and he's fucking it into me hard. His massive engorged balls slap heavily against my clit in a rhythmic beat. I'm panting, screaming in ecstasy as I feel a climax mounting. His balls are now tormenting my enflamed clit.I feel his hands move to my shoulders as he grunts, it doesn't take him long, his fingers rub the crease of my neck tightly and all at once he leans over me & groans so loudly into my ear, his beard lightly scratching my back. He presses a single kiss against the back of my neck, and I feel his already enormous pole grow and ground so hard into me that I can feel his thick swollen balls against my cunt lips. He presses my hips firm against the armrest, but used his manly hands wrapping under my arms to hold me up & grope my soft needy breasts, my pierced nipples cry out to his muscled and calloused hands.He cums, hard and thick. Blasting my cervix at point-blank range. He grunts into me as he repeatedly expels all his cum out into my hungry pussie. A couple more hard thrusts later, he releases me into a crumpled mess dropped down on the couch.I'm panting so hard, feeling what might be the aftermath of a reamed out cunt. This immortal man has the cock of a god.“Very nice.” He says, laughing humbly as he pulls his pants back halfway up, the belt left undone. “Clean it up girl.” He instructs.Quickly I'm back to my knees under him, under his spell. His cock is veiny and dripping in front of me, a single teardrop of white sits at the head begging for my lips. I oblige and wrap my lips around the head, sucking lustfully at his pole. It's so surprisingly sweet-tasting, magical almost. I'm pushed away after cleaning it off. I don't dare look up at him again as he redresses.I mean to catch a glimpse of his face once more, but by the time I gather enough of my wits to stand, face him, and thank him, all that is left in his place is an additional present. A single perfectly wrapped gift that I know was not there two minutes ago.As I stand, a thick stream of almost glittering white cum dribbles out of my used cunt, but I'm still hot & horny, ready to cum again. I wait, and pick up the package.I love Christmas, and all the traditions, so I check, it's 12:00am.I grin, merry Christmas Cat!Ripping open the wrapping paper I find the box contains a thick belt, just like his, I'm delighted beyond belief. Now I can beg anyone to spank me just like Santa did! This will be the best present yet this year, and the best addition to my toys.Underneath the new belt is a candy cane, thick and red striped.I grin.It's a more moderate girth, to fit inside me, and with the sweet cum of Santa still creamy inside me, I use it as lube to fuck this candy cane inside me, it takes only a moment, but I'm on the couch again, legs spread to the world, rubbing the button of my clit softly until I can imagine Santa's face between my legs. I'd planned to pleasure myself in a hot bath, but fucking in the moonlight with a demi god is a thrill of my lifetime!And I cum. Crying out to the world, my juices flow and my pussie groans for something to continue fucking it. I finish cumming and slide back to the floor covered in wrapping paper, leaving a last faint jingle from my choker.Boy, how I love Santa Claus.Maybe next year I'll be on the naughty list again! Santa knows.By svb missive kitty for Literotica

When Santa Cums.Santa makes sure I belong on the Naughty List.By svb missive kitty. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.My name is Cat, and as many of you know I live in a fancy condominium development, for a college student, overlooking one of Michigan's famous lakes.It was on this bustling cold December night I happened to realize it was Christmas Eve. Our tree was out, my roommate and her own dog away with family, but I and my border collie Avy sat alone watching the dark waves crash outside our building. “Well,” I sighed, “Even if no one else will see me I can have my own Christmas. And dress myself up for my own fun.” Truth is, I was horny and wishing I had someone to invite over for the night. Does that make me a slut? Maybe. Christmas night is a special night for screwing one's self silly. “Dear Santa, Is it too late to write a letter and get on your gift list? All I really want is a good fuck.” I muttered just barely audible to myself.Skipping to my bedroom the first thing my fingers found was my signature kitten choker collar, complete with a round golden bell. Giggling a bit I fasten it, thinking of all the famous stories of reindeer and jingling bells around their own necks. Next I strip down to bare nothing's, save for my thigh-high hosiery, and dig through my favorite gear. I feel like being dominated. I should have planned ahead for this night.There's something wonderful about walking around a spacious luxury condo  in the nude, with all the windows open. Dimming all the lights throughout the place and lighting some candles, I start getting the supplies for a hot bath, just as soon as my cookies are done.The buzzer startles me just as I finish lubing up a cherry red diamond plug. It's larger than normal but such a beautiful ruby red; and hell! It's Christmas!. I slip it inside me and bite my lip hard to keep in a moan, although I don't really have to, since I'm alone. On the way out of the closet, I impulsively grabbed my fur jacket. The feel of fur on my naked tits, is indescribable!I walk through my apartment naked except for the few accessories. The choker's bell jingles as I bend down wiggling my ass for the world to see, as I remove the cookie sheet from the oven. I see an older couple returning from Christmas mass and walking past my back patio, toward their front door. They didn't see me, but I still got a rush from that idea that they could haveThe minute I turn around, I swear my heart drops.And so do the hot pan of cookies, onto the counter at least.“Ho. Ho, hoe…” he says, staring at me through the bushiest set of white eyebrows and curly beard I've ever seen.I'm shaking, how did he get here? Who the hell is this, guy, anyway? And why is he dressed like Santa?“Who are you?” I say with a raspy voice, I'm embarrassed but at the same time my inner woman is more excited to see such a festive gentleman taking in my naked appearance.We're only separated by the counter, and I flinch when he reaches towards me, only to realize he's grabbing a moist cookie. I watch him carefully, like an outdoorsman, peel off his heavily used black gloves, resting them on the counter. I watch his manly hands reach for a cookie. His eyes are such a bright blue, reflecting that inside he is youthful and wild still.My nipples suddenly erect and perk at attention, I can't help but squeeze my legs together and feel the plug inside my tight ass.“Down to business then.” He says, as he wipes crumbs from his furry lips and finally looks at me again. “Cat. You've been naughty this year.” He smiles knowingly. I can't help but stare at my feet. “I Hadn't planned on any gift for you.”Crap, I felt like he was privy to every secret of my inner soul. I started to blush, but he added; “I sensed a whispered wish from this home, a couple minutes ago, as I was finishing up next door.” Then he looked at me with a horny grin; “You told Santa that you want a ‘good fuck'?  Maybe you should ask yourself what a naughty girl like you deserves!”“Very naughty. Get over here.” He instructs standing by the picture window, next to the Christmas Tree.Immediately I follow him back into the living room where he must have found his way in from my fireplace. The window drapes are open and the full moon streams into the candlelit room, my dog still asleep in her bed by the tree.“On your knees if you want to be on Santa's good side.” He's more dominant than I could have ever imagined, his heavy black boots thump behind me. He tossed my fur jacket to the couch as I sink to my knees facing away from him, in front of the big window. My breath is more than gone, I've never been so exposed to a stranger.The sound of a heavy belt being undone, zippers down, pants dropping.I swallow the thick saliva in my mouth, I know I'm drooling and not just because of the smell of cookies but the reality of Santa Clause behind me, going to punish me. Because I am a bad, bad girl.I flinch when I feel his big strong hands along the side of my neck, but he soothes me, my breasts are prickled with goosebumps in fear, yet he rubs my shoulders silently. Pushing my long black hair to one side he suddenly yanks it back so my head is thrust back, I look up at him, gasping in fear more than pain.“Turn around now girl.” He orders.I'm facing him, facing the part of him that juts out stiffly. He's buck naked and hairy. He's built like a lumberjack and has just enough of a belly to prove he is the real Santa. His cock is larger than I could have imagined, and it's only seconds before he pulls my head to it. Yanking me by my hair it's seconds before the whole fat engorged cock head is in my mouth and I'm slipping and sliding the head around my twirling tongue. His cock head is fatter than his tapering shaft. My mouth was straining to open wide enough for his head, but as he descended my throat, my jaw relaxed more. The feel of a large stiff cock in my throat is indescribable. I'm no longer actively making love to his cock. I'm simply a hospitable host to his magnificent phallic idol. He's making passionate love to my orifice.I know better than to gag but I let him use me, fucking my throat with such a grace and passion. My mouth is his now, his thick drool covered balls slap against my chin. Each thrust feels farther down my throats than the previous. I can taste his manhood's precum on my tongue & sliding down my throat.The bell on my choker keeps jingling, creating a warm moist, Christmassy feel.I'm wetter than I've ever been, I stare up at him over his thick belly, wondering if I could make an offering that would appeal to him.It's like he reads my mind, & his cock pops out of my mouth with a wet smack. He swings his cock back & forth across my lips, leaving a surprisingly sweet syrup of pre cum. But I'm not surprised, he is the real Santa after all.“Do you really wish to wipe yourself off my Naughty list?” He questions, holding my hair tight again. I know not to disobey him. I want to be both naughty and nice.“Yes sir!” I whimper, a small twinkle of tears gather at my eyes, I'm panting, breasts heaving.“Then beg.” He pulls me to my feet & over to the end of the couch. I keep my hands behind my back and bend over the armrest in front of him, I rest against the couch and moan a little, knowing my exposed cherry anal plug must be winking at him.“Please, put me on your nice list.” I pant.He makes me wait. I'm shaking in anticipation, but I wasn't expecting it when a harsh and angry belt smacks down on the pale flesh of my ass cheek.“Oh!” I cry, hands falling in front of me to get a better grip on the couch. His thick Christmas belt make a raspy noise as he draws it back and strikes again with a heavy wap!I moan so loudly I pray the neighbors don't hear, but the heat rises to my cheeks, I'm enjoying this punishment more than I would have expected.Two more waps! And it stings so bad all I can feel is my juices between my pussie lips. The stings go straight to my screaming clit nerves.He drops the belt with a thump and I suddenly feel the much softer fingers tracing the cherry ball of my ruby plug.“Very festive.” He grumbles happily. I hear the rumble of his hearty laugh. I want more than anything to shove something, anything thick, up my aching pussy.“Please.” I beg, closing my eyes and gripping the couch for dear life.He obliges, firmly placing his meaty hands on my pale hips I feel him position that giant head at my sopping cunt opening and thrust his way in. My bell jingles loudly when I throw my head back in ecstasy. Sweat beads at my forehead as his hot belly presses against the small of my back. His cock reaches so far into me that my clit is burning with need. Begging for anything to rub against it to give me release.I'm aching against him, pressing my pussy back to meet him at every smack, I'm completely his. I've never been so thoroughly used like this. His cock has no mercy, and he has no intention to get me off, I'm his toy, his Christmas toy. I am asking him for forgiveness and he's fucking it into me hard. His massive engorged balls slap heavily against my clit in a rhythmic beat. I'm panting, screaming in ecstasy as I feel a climax mounting. His balls are now tormenting my enflamed clit.I feel his hands move to my shoulders as he grunts, it doesn't take him long, his fingers rub the crease of my neck tightly and all at once he leans over me & groans so loudly into my ear, his beard lightly scratching my back. He presses a single kiss against the back of my neck, and I feel his already enormous pole grow and ground so hard into me that I can feel his thick swollen balls against my cunt lips. He presses my hips firm against the armrest, but used his manly hands wrapping under my arms to hold me up & grope my soft needy breasts, my pierced nipples cry out to his muscled and calloused hands.He cums, hard and thick. Blasting my cervix at point-blank range. He grunts into me as he repeatedly expels all his cum out into my hungry pussie. A couple more hard thrusts later, he releases me into a crumpled mess dropped down on the couch.I'm panting so hard, feeling what might be the aftermath of a reamed out cunt. This immortal man has the cock of a god.“Very nice.” He says, laughing humbly as he pulls his pants back halfway up, the belt left undone. “Clean it up girl.” He instructs.Quickly I'm back to my knees under him, under his spell. His cock is veiny and dripping in front of me, a single teardrop of white sits at the head begging for my lips. I oblige and wrap my lips around the head, sucking lustfully at his pole. It's so surprisingly sweet-tasting, magical almost. I'm pushed away after cleaning it off. I don't dare look up at him again as he redresses.I mean to catch a glimpse of his face once more, but by the time I gather enough of my wits to stand, face him, and thank him, all that is left in his place is an additional present. A single perfectly wrapped gift that I know was not there two minutes ago.As I stand, a thick stream of almost glittering white cum dribbles out of my used cunt, but I'm still hot & horny, ready to cum again. I wait, and pick up the package.I love Christmas, and all the traditions, so I check, it's 12:00am.I grin, merry Christmas Cat!Ripping open the wrapping paper I find the box contains a thick belt, just like his, I'm delighted beyond belief. Now I can beg anyone to spank me just like Santa did! This will be the best present yet this year, and the best addition to my toys.Underneath the new belt is a candy cane, thick and red striped.I grin.It's a more moderate girth, to fit inside me, and with the sweet cum of Santa still creamy inside me, I use it as lube to fuck this candy cane inside me, it takes only a moment, but I'm on the couch again, legs spread to the world, rubbing the button of my clit softly until I can imagine Santa's face between my legs. I'd planned to pleasure myself in a hot bath, but fucking in the moonlight with a demi god is a thrill of my lifetime!And I cum. Crying out to the world, my juices flow and my pussie groans for something to continue fucking it. I finish cumming and slide back to the floor covered in wrapping paper, leaving a last faint jingle from my choker.Boy, how I love Santa Claus.Maybe next year I'll be on the naughty list again! Santa knows.By svb missive kitty for Literotica

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Etiquette, manners, and beyond! This week, Nick and Leah are enjoying a well-deserved break, but they'll be back soon with an all-new episode. In the meantime, here's one of their favorite episodes from the archives in which they tackle tipping at the holidays, ordering too much at drive-thru windows, begging people to buy you presents, and much more. Please follow us! (We'd send you a hand-written thank you note if we could.) Have a question for us? Call or text (267) CALL-RBW or visit ask.wyrbw.com EPISODE CONTENTS AMUSE-BOUCHE: Circumambulation at a Buddhist temple A QUESTION OF ETIQUETTE: Christmas Tipping QUESTIONS FROM THE WILDERNESS: How to respond to unsolicited requests for presents? Should my children have done more to acknowledge our big wedding anniversary? Is there such thing as "too large" an order for a drive-thru? VENT OR REPENT: Intentionally splashed, Interrupting numbers CORDIALS OF KINDNESS: Birthday presents, Best wishes from China THINGS MENTIONED DURING THE SHOW Circumambulating Mt. Tam Loaf of bread emoji YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO... Support our show through Patreon Subscribe and rate us 5 stars on Apple Podcasts Call, text, or email us your questions Follow us on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter Visit our official website Sign up for our newsletter Buy some fabulous official merchandise CREDITS Hosts: Nick Leighton & Leah Bonnema Producer & Editor: Nick Leighton Theme Music: Rob Paravonian TRANSCRIPT Episode 64 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Our guest this week is Matt Phillp, who cohosts a fantastic podcast called “Tell Me About Your Father” (along with Erin Hosier, who we talked to on Ep. 60)! Matt grew up between Australia and the US, and was exposed to Christianity as a boy after his father passed away. He attended a prestigious catholic school, where as a young gay kid interested in the arts, he faced more than a little pushback. Matt joins us to discuss the similarities and differences between Christian culture in the US and Australia, how he made his way through school and out of the faith, and the ways in which his attitudes toward religion have changed, over the years. You can find Matt on Instagram and Twitter (@MattPhillp), and you can find Tell Me About Your Father on Instagram (@tellmeaboutyourfather), on their website (www.tellmeaboutyourfather.com), and stream the show wherever you listen to podcasts!

Ray and Ariel layout examples and tools that will dungeon masters implement cliffhangers in their games of D&D. Cliffhangers define how the time in between sessions feel to your players. They can be crucial for keeping a new group of players together during the time before they are invested in their characters. They can also be sources of hype and inspire plans and character motivation in the downtime in between sessions. Drive player engagement during the times away from the table by bringing cliffhangers to your table. This episode draws heavy inspiration from Joseph Bendoski and J Washburn's creative writing podcast, Start Writing. Listen to one of their episodes about cliffhangers here: https://joseph-bendoski.com/sw106-dis-chapter-cliffhangers Reddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/RunningOffTheRails/ Website: https://runningofftherails.com Emery's Log of Legendary Eminences: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/runningofftherails/emerys-log-of-legendary-eminences Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/runningofftherails/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/RunningOffRails

Posture: What is is and Why is it so important to have when building your network marketing business?Posture.What is posture and why is it so important to have when building your network marketing business?Posture is the belief in what you have regardless of external acceptance or approval. Most people lack posture, especially when faced with negativity, or push back.Having posture when building your network marketing business, is the difference between being great at getting new business and being terrible at it.Before I get into how to have posture, which will drastically increase your closing rate, I wanted to tell you about the free gift I have waiting for you over on spspcommunity.com - it's the ultimate home business success guide with the 7 insider tips that will help you build the successful Network Marketing business you really want to have. Go grab it…not right this second, but after this episode LOL - pop over to www.spspcommunity.com Okay, so…Having posture, is you coming from a position of strength, not weakness.Often times, when we are talking to someone about our products or opportunity and they say they are too busy right now to take a look, or maybe they are even flat out negative and say something like, “I've tried one of those things before. Only the people at the top make money. It's a scam.”, we go right into convincing mode.We love our company and we love our products and we just know that if they take a look, there's a great chance that they'll love them too so we go into all the reasons why our company is so great and how it's different than anything else out there. How the comp plan is the best in the industry and the products are patented, they're the only products doctors recommend. Can't get them anywhere else in the world…blah blah blah.When people are skeptical or negative, we tend to go into this convincing mode, especially if we are desperate.Desperation doesn't work.We have to have the energy of not needing them to join or buy.Begging and pleading doesn't workDon't try to convince or defend in the attempt to turn them aroundThere is a 100% chance you are going to be hit with all kinds of replies that are going to test your Posture.People being;NegativeBusyDon't think they can do itAre all tests of your postureWhen we get hit with these tests, most Network Marketers think;Okay, even though they are too busy right nowOr Okay, even though they are negative, how can I still get them to buyconvertturn aroundThey are pulling away from you and your are leaning into them, chasing them. That doesn't work.Think about if you were on a 1st date. He was nice and pretty funny. You had a good time. As you are saying goodbye, he asks if you'd like to go on a second date. You told him you'd love to, but you're super busy right now with the holidays coming up and the kids home from school, but you'll let him know as soon as you're freed up a bit. He said he completely understood. However, 30 min later he reaches out to you and tells you that he's the best guy out there, he's not like anyone else you've ever dated, he'll adapt his schedule to yours and he'll be available whenever you are, the next day, the day after, the day after that, the day after that and he gives you all the reasons why you need to go on a second date with him right away, completely dismissing the fact you told him you were busy.He's coming off as being desperate, pushy and needy. A complete turn off. You would go from being interested in seeing him again, to being completely repelled. There is not a chance that you'll...

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Start your sublight engines! Join the gang as they discuss their overall thoughts on season one of Disney+'s Andor. May the Force be with you and DON'T kriff it up!Points of Interest: MeRyce!, Sawnic, Ruth Paul,  Socially Contructed Border ( A Planet), Luthen Rael as played by Stellan Gios, Begging for Strap, Hey Mamas Lesbian Vel, Arresticles, George W Bush/Craig Dooku Parallels, and Crosshair v. the Hamburglar.---If you enjoy the show, consider donating to Jess' gofundme, for every $1,000 raised we'll release bonus content/bloopers!--Find us elsewhere: Tiktok - @rupalpspodraceTwitter - @RuPalpsPodraceInstagram - @rupalpspodraceTumblr - @rupalpspodraceSubscribe to Ollie & Klaudia's podcast, the Mystery SpotcastSubscribe to Jess' Star Wars TTRPG podcast set in the High Republic, For Light and Dice---Contact us:- Send us a question in our TikTok Q&A or Tumblr ask box.- Email us at rupalpspodrace@gmail.com- Submit a fic for Name That Ship---Star Wars: The High Republic Reading GuideJoin the RuPalp's Storygraph High Republic Reading Challenge

This has been one of the craziest weeks for me. I'm getting to a point in the research where I can't tell you which way is up, down or which level of the Earth we are even on. What's a lie, what is truth and what is somewhere in between? How can there be this many lies in plane sight? How can there be this many truths right in front of your face and we never noticed before? Is the end close? Or is the next beginning even closer? How can someone move forward in a place you don't even know where up is compared to down? Back compared to ahead? Left from more left or right from turning the whole way around to kick yourself in the ass? Tonight we take a look at a slue of interesting maps that could be real and just could be the answer to everything we've all been looking forward to finding and understanding about the world we live in and the simulation which has us all trapped. Begging to find the exit. When is enough and too much seperated? Where is the seperation and who's in charge of telling us that we've crossed this proverbial finish line.

Black Friday and Cyber Monday might be over — but the residual effects of capitalism will stick with you for a lifetime! It's the most anticipated time of year, so it's only appropriate that we release one of our most anticipated episodes, and the topic that's America's #1 friend: capitalism. What do capitalism and choosing to be childfree have in common? Actually, a lot! Tune in to hear us unpack the topic and dig deep on why billionaires are really counting on procreation. For the full list of the most popular toys of the 90s, read the full list HERE. To learn more about the history of capitalism, visit Wikipedia. Yes, really. For more on Jennifer Aniston's journey with IVF and childlessness, read her feature in Allure. To support this show, give back by clicking HERE. Wanna connect with us on social media? You can find us on Instagram and TikTok at @dinkypod. If you have a question or comment, email us at dinkypod@gmail.com. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/dinky-podcast/support

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The owner of a liquor store in Island Bay has been begging Wellington City Council to put bollards outside his shop after it was struck by ram raiders. The Thirsty Liquor store was first ram raided back in July and was targeted again at 4.15am on Wednesday. The store's owner Chetan Rattan spoke to Kim Hill.  

Mixing assassins and child care; what could go wrong?By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.Lying is fine, but take care to not cause suffering because that makes it wrong.(Friday)“I have today off,” Odette murmured to me as I cut off the alarm. That had to have been the issue she’d been holding back on last night.“I have to work - being the first week of my three month internship and all,” I sighed.“Are you sure I can’t convince you to be late?” she gave me a sultry look.She compounded that offer by stretching out, her knees in place so that her butt rose and wiggled suggestively. Last night I had introduced Odette to a form of doggy-style that didn’t involve the man trying to drive her skull through the headboard. We had a long, dual-participant, sensual melding of bodies, control passing back and forth until the need for sleep became something she despised even as it took her.“Not fair,” I groaned into my pillow. When I looked out, she was still giving me that sexually hungry look and wiggling that ass. Why do I even pretend that I can have a normal sex life? I found myself arriving late and changing in the elevator on the way to the Executive Services floor. The two women with me were a viewing gallery I could have done without.Since I put everything on display - remember; no underwear - one of my two fellow travelers felt permitted to rub her hands along my abs while I was pulling my pants on.“Goddess, he’s hard,” she moaned to her companion. “Come, have a feel.” I didn’t protest. Technically, stripping naked in a public place could get me fired.“His back is very nicely defined,” the other side as she ran her hands over my back and shoulders. “What is it that you do?”“I’m with Executive Services,” I replied. “Right now I’m suborned to Product Testing. I teach monkeys to ride unicycles.” Their confused looks humored me.“Actually, I’m with ES and I’m a gopher - I pick up stuff,” I grinned.“Oh…you are that guy from the elevator - the kneeling man,” the first woman exclaimed. “They said you were funny. Goddess, our man sure is hot, but he is so dull.”“Let me guess; you are with the Financial Investigations Unit?” I said. Trent.“Yes,” she smiled. Orgy time. “He’s just as good looking, but you are so much more fun. My sister can’t wait for you to become available.”“Sister?” I prodded.“Daphne Pale,” she smiled suggestively yet again. My face lit up.“Daphne?” I caught the lady off-guard by hugging her. “I think Daphne is great,” I stepped back. “She’s really nice to me. She’s smart, gives good advice and treats me like I’m something more than a walking, breathing annoyance. What’s your name?”“Brielle,” she informed me.“Beautiful name,” I remarked, as I went back to dressing.“Do they let you see other women - besides those of ES?” the second woman questioned.“I don’t see any Havenstone women for 79 more days,” I stated. “Corporate policy. After that, all requests for hunting licenses are submitted to Desiree; non-lethal weaponry only until I develop more refined survival skills.”Blink. Blink.“You are joking, right?” Woman Two muttered.“Nope. Katrina feels it will be a great third quarter kick-off. Let some women get out of the office for a weekend. Besides, I get to hunt those hunting me. I think it will be fun, don’t you?” I hummed along.“Desiree?” the second woman asked for clarification as she pulled out her phone. I nodded. The doors opened - my floor - so I stepped out and hustled to Katrina’s office with only seconds to spare. The meeting was normal, right up until Dora adjusted my tie as we were exiting the office.“Where did you dress? A closet with the lights out?” she teased.“In the elevator on the way up,” I confessed. “Daphne, I met your sister - Brielle,” in case she had more than one. “She felt up my stomach and I made her laugh,” I added.“You let her touch you?” Tigger inquired.“Cáel, did you come to work dressed like you normally do?” Daphne teased.“Yep,” sighed.“So you were naked in the elevator,” Violet snickered.“Yep,” I confirmed.“You should be relocated for that,” Fabiola sneered.“Damn Fabiola, why do you…what would he be relocated for? Getting dressed?” Paula groaned.“He was naked in front of an employee,” Fabiola explained.“Two actually,” I clarified. “They both did touch my naked flesh. It was a bonding experience.”“Did you do any actual ‘bonding’?” Dora winked.“I hugged Brielle, but that was only because she was Daphne’s sister and I’m not allowed to hug Daphne at this time,” I answered.“You can hug me - in a purely platonic way,” Daphne murmured.We were at Buffy’s desk - I was working with her today.“Okay,” I nodded. I took a single stride to Daphne. She closed with me and I put my arms around her waist. Daphne put her hands on my shoulders. Our heads got closer and closer. I let my hands roam higher up her back and through her long locks.Nose touched nose, I ran my hands through her hair until I tickled the back of her ears. Daphne’s lips parted and her tongue played along the edges. I let my breath play along her cheeks as I worked to her left ear. I felt a sharp pain in my right buttocks.“Ow!” I squalled - after I pulled away from Daphne’s ear.I tried to fully spin around, but Daphne wasn’t letting go. I caught sight of a furious Buffy, small knife in hand, burning holes in me with her eyes.“You stabbed me,” I protested. Daphne had thought I was playing a cruel game with her. Now that the truth had come out, she’s was pissed - with Buffy.“Time you got to work, Intern,” Buffy snapped.“Did you have to stab him?” Daphne complained.“Intern, don’t you have some place you should be?” Buffy snarled at Daphne.“Take care,” Daphne tenderly stroked my cheek. It didn’t take an Aeronautical Engineer to realize I was about to get poked again.Daphne glared defiance at Buffy even as she retired. Buffy stabbed my left buttock this time. I could have stopped her. What would have been the point? I didn’t shout out. I manned up and shed a tear instead.“Keep him in line, Buffy,” Fabiola chortled. “He’s been flashing women on the elevator.”“Fabiola, please appreciate the fact that I requested Cáel today. If I had you one more hour, I swore to Katrina they’d find your corpse in a Newark landfill,” Buffy sneered. “Now scurry off to where you are assigned to be before my first order for Cáel this morning will be to carry your subdued and gagged body to the trunk of our car. I’ll be doing the subduing.”Fabiola repositioned herself and said something in Old Kingdom Hittite.“Your blood is the fecal matter of cats and dogs; unworthy of your station at arms.”Fabiola had this smug, superior look ruining her classically beautiful Italian features. Buffy was angry yet hampered by not being able to understand the insult. I scanned about.“Tigger,” I called out. She was the closest. She quickly gained visual permission by her trainer for the day and jogged to Buffy’s area. “Tigger what does (dead word) mean?” I relayed Fabiola’s insult, in Old Hittite, to Tigger. “Fabiola said it to Buffy and I think it is the same language she used on Tuesday.”“What did she say?” Buffy demanded.“I cannot tell you, Buffy,” Tigger bowed. “I promise I will convey these words to Katrina right now so that she may properly evaluate them.” She sprinted off. Fabiola was worried; not so much she apologized, but worried.Tigger came sprinting back a minute later. We were all supposed to get to work. Katrina would deal with this matter. Fabiola’s smirk told me she was completely naïve about the shit-storm she’d unleashed. Off Buffy and I went. It was the child protection detail once more. There was the added bonus of having the security guards at the armory giving Buffy shit over not speaking Hittite - morons.“We need to work on our pig Latin,” I suggested to Buffy as we loaded the car.“Huh?” Buffy’s funk subsided somewhat.“Do you speak any exotic languages, or do we invent one, because I’m sick of this secret language bullshit,” I declared.“I’m still furious with you,” Buffy finally spoke. I filtered through a variety of insufficient responses and ended up sighing as I looked out the passenger window. I was my usual boisterous self during the pick-up and drop-off. I deftly evaded my 'teacher time’ today so I was able to spend a few minutes with the Brazilian security hottie.She didn’t have a gym to work out in so I suggested we could meet at Havenstone and she could use their corporate facility with me. It was safe enough. Buffy kept up the silent treatment until lunchtime which left me pretty grim. At 12:15, Nikita gave me a call. She was on her lunch break and was making sure our two dates were still on.It felt good to hear a friendly voice. I confirmed our engagements and she left me with a smile as she hung up. I noticed Buffy glaring at me again. I looked away.“Which girlfriend was that?” she commented snidely.“How is that work-related?” I didn’t even look at her.“I am telling you it is,” she snapped back.“Put my refusal in yet another one of your stunning job performance reviews you are going to give me,” I stated calmly. I still wasn’t looking at her.“I will,” she grumbled. I didn’t respond. There was no point.As we finished our cue, Buffy pulled me aside.“What is wrong with you?” Buffy hissed quietly.“If I’ve messed up any part of my assigned work, please make it aware of it,” I stared back.“Don’t be a smart-ass,” she seethed. “It isn’t appealing.”“Since you haven’t addressed any specific grievances, I’ll do my best to randomly determine the source of your displeasure,” I said. Had I not spoken in a voice devoid of emotion, it might have been taken as a joke. “You resent being treated like a random employee in the same manner I resent being treated as your property.”“Since you are convinced you have done nothing wrong and that I’m a jerk, I feel this conversation is at an end. Have a good weekend,” I kept calm.“You are a jerk. In 78 more days,” she snarled.“78 days - nothing. I can sleep with far more important women, Buffy,” I let my countenance harden.“The only reason I would have sex with you would be because I liked you. That would imply that you liked me too. You clearly don’t like me, so I think we are done here,” I explained.“I say when we are done,” she grabbed my elbow.“Really?” I laughed in her face, “I’ll see what Fabiola, or any of the new girls feel about that.”“Do you think they’ll feel generous enough to give you the scraps off their table?” I mocked her. Buffy looked ready to stab me again. “You felt free in stabbing me this morning yet when Fabiola clearly insulted you, you did nothing. You aren’t even courageous enough to fight for me, or treat me with dignity. Lacking any virtues, what would attract me to you over any of the others?”“Who says you get to decide anything?” Buffy was breathing heavily now. Her problem was she was aroused, angry and being buried under the crushing weight of the truth. I wouldn’t have total freedom. I knew that. I also knew that I would have some choice and certainly enough to deny a woman with Buffy’s low status. The truth of that was in the anguish in Buffy’s gaze.Begging wasn’t in her creed, especially not to a man. She couldn’t apologize to me either. I hated myself at times.“Buffy, I need to go,” I tugged on my elbow. She let go. “Can I talk to you on the elevator ride down once I’m off the clock and can speak freely?”“Yes,” she looked down. I changed in Katrina’s bathroom then made my exit with my fellow 'new hires’, minus Fabiola whose absence was noted by all. The group mostly kept the conversation about work with some flavoring being applied in the form of weekend plans. When Buffy and Helena stepped in, I looped my right arm around Buffy and pulled her too me.Buffy jolted in surprise, refraining from attacking me long enough to realize we were back in the corner we shared yesterday. I was back to the corner and she had her back to me. Putting my valise down allowed me to place my other arm around Buffy as well. The kiss I placed on the top of Buffy’s head caught everyone off-guard.My right hand came to rest on her left hip. The left crossed her body, pressing on her bosom from beneath. Repeated kisses fell upon her hair until the elevator reached the main floor.“Apology accepted,” Buffy turned in my arms so that we were facing. She placed each hand upon my jaw and tilted my head down. “Be more appreciative on Monday, or I won’t let you off so easy next time.”As we parted company, the 'girls’ gave me similar looks as I biked away. Things got worse immediately. Sitting on her butt next to my door was Odette - with a tote bag. She pushed up the wall and smiled broadly.“I figured since we had the weekend free we could hang out,” she beamed.“Let’s go inside,” I offered. Keeping upbeat was key; a crying woman on my stoop would suck. As we entered the apartment and I was putting my bike aside, Odette made for the bedroom.“Odette, we need to get something straight,” I called out. She didn’t stop. “I have a date with another women tonight.” That did the trick.“Did I do something wrong?” she gulped as she turned around and stared at me.“What?” I feigned surprise. I’ve been here before. “No! Why would you think that? Odette, you are wonderful.” I walked to her and she came into my arms. Pig. Dog. Take your pick.“Why are you dumping me then?” Odette looked up, tears in her eyes.“I thought you would be dumping me,” I reversed things. “I’m the one not ready for commitment. I am afraid you have been far better for me than I’ve been for you.”“I don’t want to let you go,” she pleaded as her hug tightened.“Wait. Odette, think about this. You deserve a guy who wants you and only you. I’m not that guy. I’m a serial dater. I can’t help it,” I complained on her behalf.“That’s okay,” Odette mumbled. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, Cáel Nyilas. You are a wonderful man, too. I’ll wait around until you figure things out. I’ll take what I can get while you look for your happiness.” Odette wasn’t weak, or stupid. She was a young lady, romantically alone and living in her parent’s house.I was exciting and different, the sex was great and it was a new experience to wake up in a foreign place, safe and warm. I had turned her phantasm dreams of a better life into a tangible reality even if she now had to morph her expectations. Adaptation wasn’t failing. It was the reason human beings existed today. I feebly tried to break free.“Odette - Honey, I can’t,” I explained. “I’m getting so hot for you right now. I don’t want to…” Odette pressed a finger to my lips. She too was aroused. Yes, I had told a second girl that I was a slave to my cock and again, the woman had created a mental excuse that allowed her to stay with me despite my promised infidelity.And I was about to have sex with her before going out on a date with the first girl I had confessed everything to. Should I 'oink’, or is that 'bow-wow’?“How long do we have?” Odette’s voice turned molten with lust.“An hour,” I kissed her.“That should be just enough time,” she licked her kips then led me by the hand to the bedroom. Odette started out somewhat desperate. I cooled her down and instructed her in micromanaging intercourse. Doing the little things that targeted the erogenous zones of your partner instead of going straight for the sex.In the afterglow, we cuddled together, Odette kissing my nipples and me nibbling on her ear - one of her hot spots.“You are yummy,” she sighed. “Delicious.”“Are you trying to distract me with your alluring words and dynamite body?” I sounded worried.“Is it working?” she giggled.“It will if I don’t escape right now,” I pleaded. She reluctantly let me slip away. Her eyes followed me around the room and out the door. A warm shower was nice, dressing in front of Odette was innocently refreshing and we ordered her some takeout.Odette would stay the night - I gave Timothy a warning call - and I’d be back late. We’d have Saturday morning to spend together; my cobbled together plan would leave everyone happy, right? I headed out to my date with Nikita with high hopes. We met at an East Side theater, watched the movie with minimal conversation and exited hand in hand.Nikita was coming around to my romantic approach. All I had to do was let her know I was dying to have sex with her in the same way she was dying to have sex with me. I was holding off because of my desire to get to know her, so she held back in order to be the 'better woman’ and help me with my sexual issues - namely to have sex as much as possible.We walked, talked about our schools growing up, colleges and her time at the Police Academy. Nikita and I ended up at this nice bar that served tasty comfort food and a good selection of alcoholic beverages. An hour and a half later, we left, both feeling tipsy. Nikita snuggled up against me, taking in my scent and warmth.Our kisses were more intense that night, our desires more raw and evident and Nikita’s craving for our contact to evolve was stronger than ever. We parted. I took a few steps then turned around. Sure enough, Nikita looked over her shoulder, smiled then kept walking. A few steps later, she looked back again. This time she stopped. We looked, then met each other half way and kissed some more.The second separation was permanent. It was important that Nikita know I was fascinated with her. A more virtuous man might have been troubled with the fact that I was going to unload the sexual frustration I had hefted upon myself by dating Nikita onto Odette, but I’m not that guy. I did get a surprise when I came through the door.Odette was on the sofa watching Kick-Ass 2, her head resting on Timothy’s lap. Timothy was in the midst of impressing on her how delectable Morris Chestnut was when I came in.“Hey Cáel, Ulyssa called. We are on for Sunday dinner at their place. A Yasmin Palhavã called as well. She’s says you are on for Monday at 5:15 pm,” Timothy smirked.To add to the fun, Odette looked up at me and smiled.“Timothy and I bonded over ice cream,” she giggled. “He says you give such an unbelievably good dicking, women lose all common sense for days, even weeks afterwards. He says he’s never seen anything like it before and he’s jealous.”“You two are hilarious,” I griped. “I’m going to the bathroom and masturbate. Then I’m going to bed - alone.”“No, you are not!” Odette declared. She hopped up and charged me. “You are sleeping with me tonight. I need to exercise these extra calories off.” She was in her underwear, which I got a brief flash of as she left the sofa, and my old Mayhem Festival 2012 t-shirt.Beyond her looking far sexier in it than I ever had (in my opinion), she was definitely ready to give me some 'makes him forget about all those other women’ sex. I wrapped an arm around Odette and looked over my shoulder to tell Timothy goodnight. He was giving me the finger. Not only had he picked up a jealous lover after careful consideration, I apparently could carpet bomb the city and not hit a single woman willing to hold my philandering ways against me.(Saturday)Round nine - I thought it was round nine - was ended abruptly by Timothy dumping a pitcher full of ice down my back. Odette and I had meant to get some breakfast in the living room. We were eating some shredded wheat, some milk dripped down Odette’s chin and I licked it off. If anyone doesn’t think that’s an open invitation for sex, you’re nuts.Anyway, we were face to face, me sitting on the sofa, Odette in my lap with a combination of her thighs and my hands helping her bob up on down on my cock while we battled tongues and checked that we hadn’t sucked any of the other’s fillings out yet. Timothy stumbled past in his normal morning pre-coffee haze, busied himself in the kitchen then came back with the aforementioned pitcher of ice.I screamed and jump off the sofa. Odette squealed as I suddenly thrust deeper into her and stood up. Timothy was smirking, I was getting ready to scream at him and my phone went off in the bedroom. I gave Timothy a quick, angry flash because Odette needed my attention more. I took her to the bedroom, flopped us on the bed - me on top - and answered the phone while I fucked her.“Cáel, Katrina wants you at 1105 Pomwell Avenue, Doebridge, Long Island,” Buffy snapped. “What’s that sound?”“Its 8:20 in the freaking morning; what sound do you think it is?” I growled back. “What am I doing in Long Island?”“Going where you are told.” Buffy hung up before I could respond. I was righteously pissed. It was the freaking weekend and I had plans…which included three children, one hot cop and sex with Odette until noon. Now, at least one of those gems was being stolen away from me. Odette and I did finish round nine - I think it was nine - then I showered.Odette offered to stay. I strongly suggested that she go home because I had no idea how long this chore would take. I was coaxing her out the door when suddenly Odette volunteered to help clean up the place, change the sheets and set up the air mattress…for the date that wasn’t her. Timothy looked at me then shot himself with the Nerf gun in a futile display of utter disbelief in the power of my sexual charisma.It wasn’t like I even asked Odette for help. She volunteered. I made my way out the door with my bike. I went to Havenstone. I was checking out a car. There was no way I was paying for a taxi ride out to Long Island. Miracle of miracles, I was given a car without a séance and a full-body cavity search.I suspected Buffy might have pre-ordered one for me, but anyone at Havenstone giving me a helping hand was so…unlike them. My onboard navigation system took me for a fifty minute drive away from the city and up along Long Island Sound. It turned out Doebridge was the Stepford Wives, sans the husbands.I could now say I’ve been racial-profiled (my minority status being male). The first cops (both women) stopped me as I rolled into town. They suggested I might want to take an alternate route. I showed them my ID then said that I was here to investigate a case of poisoning involving Girl Scout cookies. They seemed worried. I then told them I was the food taster for the Queen.They got pissed so I reminded them they shouldn’t have stopped me in the first place. I wasn’t speeding, or in a stolen vehicle. They pulled me out and asked to search my car. I told them it wouldn’t be a problem but I had two attack midgets in the trunk, so they should be careful. Next thing I knew, I was handcuffed and they were on the phone to a ballistic Buffy.“What is your problem?” she seethed quietly. She was 'somewhere’.“I don’t know. Maybe I was pulled over for unlawful use of facial hair, or not having a back-up supply of tampons,” I groused. “Until Charlie’s Angels pulled me out of the car, I swear my cock was behaving itself. For once, it wasn’t at fault.”“If you were in front of me now, I’d kill you,” Buffy promised.“You do realize there is a cop standing in my personal space, right?” I brought up.“It’s okay, she’s a woman who has talked to you. She’ll understand,” Buffy snapped. The policewoman’s grin confirmed that supposition.“You are too lucky,” Buffy grumbled. “Hayden wants you here, so you escape once more, you cocksucker. Give the phone back to the policewoman.” Sure enough, two minutes later I was on the road again. Six minutes after that, I was cuffed and pressed against a brick wall in scenic downtown Doebridge.I didn’t understand it. I swore to Buffy I had been polite. I had complimented both women on how pretty and professional they were. I even suggested we take turns strip-searching one another. I especially wanted to see them do it to each other while I watched. Buffy promised me I’d be a long time dying when I finally showed up. I reminded her she was too passionate.Four minutes later I was in sight of my target…and pulled over again. This time I behaved well by anyone’s standards. Why was I pulled over, I asked? They heard I was cute and wanted to take a look. I was frisked - by the both of them…again. I swear to God, if they had pulled out elbow-length gloves they were going to have to pistol-whip me first. They patted my butt and let me go.The next hurdle was Havenstone Security itself. They scanned my ID. The second they called their supervisor, I started stripping down.“What are you doing?” the supervisor asked.“Lady, I’ve been searched three times since I entered this crazy town. Since you clearly won’t take their word for it that I’m not smuggling anything, I see someone ramming their wrist up my rectum in the near future.”“Oh, that’s not…” she got out then another guard pulled on her sleeve and winked. “Go ahead.” I stripped, they had me spin around a few times. Then they patted me down and made triple sure my raging hard-on wasn’t an artificial attachment packed with high explosives. On the second tour, Buffy called again wanting to know what was taking so long. I told her I was sightseeing but would be there soon. That’s when they let me dress.“What I meant to say was 'what are you doing dressed like that?” the supervisor stated.“What do you mean?” I wondered.“Why aren’t you in business attire?” she clarified.“Let me think about that,” I pondered.“Oh yeah, its freaking Saturday and no one told me what the hell was going on so I came dressed like it is freaking Saturday. I know most of you are home-schooled, but is reading a calendar really that hard?” I glared. “If this was a quiet cry for an early Christmas present, it worked. Can I go now?” I knew the look Security was giving me.“If you slap me, prepared to get punched back. I’m not one of your Ken dolls,” I warned them. “You’ll gang up on me and win. Then you will get to tell Hayden why I’m not where she wants me to be.”“We’ll get you on the way out,” the supervisor menaced.“That’s right. How dare I act like I have a vagina?” I mocked her. I took a few steps past them before realizing I was missing something crucial. “Where am I supposed to go?” They took malevolent glee at my confusion. “All I am asking is for you to do your jobs,” I groaned. They kept grinning.“Fine, I’ll wander about until some far less friendly, helpful and more heavily armed woman takes offense at my temerity to breathe the same air and kills me. Good job boys,” were my parting words. The supervisor dispatched a guard to escort me into the complex. “So, do you date much?” I asked the guard a few seconds later.“What? No,” she sounded confused.“Do you date girls?” I continued.“No,” she grumbled. “Not dating men does not make me a lesbian.”“You are right. Are you a transvestite?” I kept teasing her.“No! What gave you that idea?” she gawked.“I was thinking that if you are a tranny, that’s really good work,” I told her.“I’m not a transvestite!” she insisted.“Fine, will you go out with me then? You get even better looking when there is a fire in your eyes,” I grinned.“If I say 'yes’ will you shut up?” she studied me intently.“Of course. You can access my personnel records for my current work and home numbers. Give me a call sometime,” I winked. I was SO going to fuck this woman. See, she had to get back at me for taunting her. She was going to punish me with sex and she was going to think it was all her idea.Our path led to a massive indoor archery range. It had twenty lanes. Each lane was clearly marked out to 150 meters plus there was approximately 20 meters of back space where the observers and archers waiting their turn congregated. I recognized plenty of the women present. There were also three men - the other male new hires. The rest of us had made it through Week One.The guys were all dressed in suits. Ah, some of the previous conversation made more sense. I had on a tight white t-shirt, comfortable jeans and docker shoes (essentially canvas tennis shoes). The women dressed in a similar style though not identically. Tight vests, bound breasts, short skirts and short boots. I quickly made out Katrina’s clan. I had to slip past Fabiola’s pack to get there.Katrina was on the firing line. My attention was drawn to the archer next to her. It was Aya and she was having a rough time of it. Her Mom, Caitlyn, was calmly trying to instruct her yet each word out of her mouth seemed to make Aya more and more nervous. I was drawn to Aya emotionally. I felt compelled to do something even though reporting to Katrina and Hayden was the proper procedure to follow.I spotted a large bowl of fruit in Katrina’s backfield. A grapefruit was the proper tool for the moment. Target in hand, I approached Aya after her latest failure. She was about to cry.“Hey, Aya,” I called out. Multiple heads turned my way. The only person who didn’t seem to notice I was under-dressed was Aya. Her face blossomed and she ran right at me.“Cáel,” she squealed as she hugged my waist. I patted her back and kissed the top of her head. That drew a mixed reaction from our audience.“What seems to be the problem?” I smiled down at her.“I…I can’t - I’m not good…” she stammered.“Aya’s a winner,” I declared. “Aya does. The only 'not’ that is Aya is 'Aya is not a freak’. Did Aya get a Daddy this week?” Her face brightened noticeably. “Did Aya get a Daddy that wasn’t a spy this week? Who’s clever idea was all that?”“Aya?” she murmured.“Who? I didn’t quite hear that,” I teased.“Aya,” she exclaimed.“So Aya’s a winner. So what’s the problem?” I asked.“I can’t hit the target,” Aya explained.“Yes you can,” I nodded. “Let me show you.” I led Aya back to the line. The liberties I was being granted weren’t lost on me. “Okay, ready your bow and notch an arrow.” Aya nodded and did as instructed. I’d shot a few arrows at school. Not a lot and certainly not enough to ever be considered an archery instructor. Confidence training I did know.“Okay, can you hit this?” I held the grapefruit up to the tip of Aya’s arrow, standing beside it.“Of course,” she giggled. I took a half-step back still holding the grapefruit out.“Can you hit it now?” she nodded. We repeated the process again and again as I back up to her target. Occasionally I’d add, “Now track in your mind the movement of bow as you adjust for the range.”Aya nodded and before long, I was standing beside her - closer - target.“Shoot,” I commanded.“Cáel,” Aya whimpered, “I might hit you.”“Aya is a winner,” I repeated. “Besides, do I look afraid? I believe in you, Aya.”The shot fell way short and skipped to within a meter of my foot. I wasn’t worried. It was pointless. I tapped the grapefruit against the target. Aya looked to Caitlyn who nodded.“Track the grapefruit in your mind, Aya. Don’t think of anything else,” I counseled. “Aya is a winner.”She drew, aimed, muttered something, visibly relaxed then let loose. She didn’t hit me, or the grapefruit. She did hit the third ring of the target which, by the pristine look of the paper, was her first hit of the day. By the happy looks of her family, I was right. Aya squealed and started to run to me. Caitlyn held her back. I was still in the firing lane after all.The Fates, Fortuna, or the Norns - those meddling, magnificent, malignant and mischievous divine entities hadn’t finished fucking with me yet. As I reached down for Aya’s first spent arrow, something tugged at the back of my hair and the now unforgettable sound of an arrow whizzing past mere centimeters from my head registered in my mind.Someone, and by that I meant some-woman, had tried to murder me.“Kneel!” Desiree’s scream came a second too late. Bending over turned into a roll as I calculated the trajectory that arrow probably had taken. I righted myself, kneeling, on all fours, looking at my assassin. She was stepping out of the line-up and casually drawing her next barb.No one was going to save me. The rest of the guys were only now starting to figure out things were disastrously wrong - for all of us. Having witnessed my murder, they were all doomed which was my assassin’s true intent. Dodging arrows was marginally less impossible than dodging a bullet.I’d fired guns before and shot a bow enough to recall that you really needed a vambrace to avoid ripping the skin off your arm. It also taught me that it was called a bow, not an eye-bolt shooter. Watching her eyes was useless. The strength of the bow was in the pull - the string. The control of the pull was in the fingers. I was watching the twitch of her fingers.The second I saw those middle digits move, I launched myself to the left - the firing line. I saw her try to adjust, but a bow is not a gun. Once that arrow starts out, it has its own motivations. The arrow would have punched through my right shoulder and penetrated into my chest cavity. I wouldn’t be dead, only fatally wounded.Instead it passed under my chest and outstretched arm and leg as I was in mid-roll. Next time I knew I wouldn’t be so lucky.“No!” Aya screamed. That wasn’t so bad, or distracting. Her running at me was. The smart play was to duck behind Aya.If the blonde archer shot in her direction, Katrina’s entire clan would have filled her with feathered shafts. I, having more love than hate, ran the other way. I wasn’t going to make it. I knew I wasn’t going to make it. She had her arrow out with expert speed and was tracking my path. I dove and she flinched.The woman flinched because an arrow buzzed past her. It wasn’t 'aimed’ at her. It passed a meter in front of her field of vision. It gave me a step, maybe two. The arrow smacked into the very edge of the target. The majority passed through, but didn’t have the energy left to hurt me. Now I was behind a target and the Amazon murmurs began.“Hold on now,” Felix spoke up. A dozen women glared menace his way. It occurred to him he was unarmed in a room full of armed women - and they weren’t doing anything to help me. Suddenly we had brotherly solidarity cemented by our helplessness. The lack of noise was eerie. The ceiling fans chugged away and Aya was still crying my name. There was no other human noise.My rational mind didn’t desert me, despite the hopelessness of my situation. My eyes stayed over the curve of the target. I presented her with a shot. The trade-off was I knew what she was doing. She shot, burying a shaft a centimeter below the rim; nearly punching through and into my face. She was a really clever lady.Her next move was to stalk me. Someone shut Aya up. I couldn’t spare a glance to see if she’d been taken away. My unknown assassin was confident, not gloating. She didn’t have much respect for me. She undoubtedly had read my Havenstone file, even Elsa’s report. I had no tricks. I had Aya’s arrow and that wasn’t even a real arrow - it was for target practice.The other Amazons used diamond-shaped hunting arrows which they were clearly qualified to use. The brutal reality was I was going to die. A female warrior from a martial culture versus an adventurous college graduate - no matter how you worked the math, I wasn’t going to make it. The Blonde Death wove between the targets, forcing me back until I had one target left to hide behind.Fate was one fickle bitch, or maybe they don’t teach Amazons political science in Assassin School. She chose her final approach from down range. She circled around, waiting for my final doomed rush to an adjacent archery target. I’d never make it, but that no longer mattered. I took off my shirt.I let the shirt and arrow fall to the ground. I laced my fingers behind my head then stepped out to present her a clear shot. She drew back, a slight smile on her face. I went to my knees, closed my eyes and waited. In five seconds, I wasn’t dead so I opened my eyes. That is what she was waiting for, for me to see my death coming. She finished her pull. I grinned triumphantly.Amazons don’t train with compound bows. They go old school; composite bows only. While quiet, when a dozen are drawn at once, the sound is distinctive. By Blondie’s look, she realized she wasn’t going to be celebrating my demise for long. See, if by some galactic calamity she missed me at this range, she’d be shooting into Katrina’s crowd.That was why I had surrendered myself. I wasn’t tired of living. I had sworn my life to Katrina and when she was put at risk, I had put my life on the line to protect her, thus making myself an easy target. Why was Katrina aiming at her?“What are you doing?” one of the elders cried out - to Katrina.“Leona is threatening my people,” Katrina answered.“That man is not your people,” that woman insisted.“I am not talking about him. I have children among us and she’s hasn’t proven to be all that accurate,” Katrina explained.“She is…” the woman started.“She missed a man three times - twice in the open,” Katrina snapped. “My youngest has a better success rate!” Katrina must have been referring to Aya. It was a lie, but still.“I will not permit…” the unknown elder began. Suddenly every woman was aiming a bow at someone else.“He is a man!” Tia Pharos, Felix Melena’s boss decried.“If a man pulled your child from a burning house, would you kill him for touching your offspring?” Beyoncé countered. “Better yet, would you shoot him as he ran into your house to save your child - kill him for trespass? This kind of insanity is why we are where we are today.”“Beyoncé,” Tia shouted. “You are not one of them.”“I was opposed because I saw no hope in this scheme,” Beyoncé responded. She pointed to me, “Now I have hope.”“Refrain!” Hayden thundered as she strode into the room, trailed by a dozen women I didn’t know and one I did; Marilynn. I enjoyed that moment right up until the arrow entered my thigh.I started screaming. GI Joe, James Bond, and Mathew Bourne, I’m not. I couldn’t even fall backwards. I had to fall to the side because of the angle the arrow in my leg was in. I had been looking over my shoulder at Hayden when it happened so I had no warning.“Gentlemen, you will be escorted from this room and events explained to you. Now!” Hayden snapped.In the periphery of my pain, I saw members of the various departments detach from their Houses and lead my three remaining brethren away. I couldn’t read their faces yet I imagined their expressions ranged from fear to bereft of any logical explanation of events. They were waking up to the reality they lived and worked in a madhouse where their worth was measured on the whim and patience of others - welcome to my childhood.The moment the door closed,“Cáel Nyilas, to my side,” Hayden called out profoundly. As I clamped my teeth down to keep my howl of pain contained, Leona, the blonde assassin began to return to her group.“Viper,” Hayden snarled in Old Kingdom Hittite. Instantly three guardians had pistols pointed at Leona.“Leona,” Hayden beckoned over politely now that the girl knew that disobedience meant death. Without difficulty, Leona made it to Hayden first. They waited until I limped over. My pain amused Blondie. “Cáel, kneel,” Hayden directed. I’d thought this one out and neither choice was pain, or worry, free.I put the knee of my wounded leg to the ground and rapidly shifted as much of my weight as possible to my kneeling leg. The pain sucked but I didn’t topple over screaming so I racked this one up as a victory. A minute ago I had faced a quick death. Now I felt I was staring down a lingering one.I was not an EMT, paramedic, or physician’s assistant. I had no clue if I had major damage and was slowly bleeding to death. I’d have clubbed a baby seal in front of Aya for some codeine at the moment. The conversation turned to Hittite. I was not privileged to hear my fate.“What makes you think you can get away with this?” Hayden remained polite.“It was an accident resulting in no serious harm to a male,” Leona smiled. “I’ll write Katrina an apology letter.”“You defied me - personally,” Hayden coolly pointed out. Something filtered through my mind. Katrina wasn’t coming to my defense like she’d done Tuesday.There was one reason for that and Katrina had exhibited that to me time and time again.“There are three penalties for this crime,” Hayden droned on. “You are safe in the belief that I will not take your life. You are too valuable. I can still take your right arm, or both your eyes, as you are clearly too careless with your weapons.”“Never,” Leona spat angrily. “I have not threatened to reveal our secrets, plotted against you, or slain a sister. Those are the only crimes that require that.” Hayden contemplated her retort.“Bitch [technically I called her the mating of a dog and a pig], your defense is that you are ignorant, or an idiot being used by ignorant people?” I said in Old Kingdom Hittite. “That’s kind of lame.”A flea farted - at the other end of the field. We all heard it. Hayden grabbed the hair at the top of my head then tilted my face upwards.“You speak our language?” she asked. I did my best to nod. “Is this a new development?” I shook my head. “Who taught you?”“Oh,” I grunted. “You may want to start by twisting the arrow in my leg, not that I can give any of you much advice on torture. I give you my pledge that my instructor was not one you and I have told that person nothing about your group. I don’t expect you to take my word about it as you are all boxes of Cracker Jacks without the prize inside.”There was a snort from behind me. My bet was on Desiree.“Do not defy me, or insult my people again,” Hayden’s eyes narrowed.“I apologize, High Priestess. I elect to face my end as a human being,” I replied. Hayden drew one of those small blades all these crazy bitches seemed to carry and put it to my throat. I closed my eyes.“Open your eyes and meet my gaze as I end your life, Cáel,” Hayden ordered.“Do I have to?” I mumbled. “I’m sort of terrified.” That brought some chuckles.“It is my command,” she reiterated. My eyes looked into hers. “Tell me this much; is the person you are defending a woman?”I gave the only nod I could that didn’t have me slitting my own throat.“Did you lie to us about this relationship?” A tiny shake. “I am ashamed,” she said softly.“He’s lying,” Leona snarled.“Why?” Hayden regarded her fellow Amazon.“He’s about to die. Is he so loyal to an outsider cause that this is how he chooses to go? Wouldn’t pointing us at another be more profitable to him? By our ancestors, if he is this loyal to one of our sisters, he is the Golden Apple of our quest,” Hayden proclaimed.“Compel the name,” several voices called out.“Cáel, if you knew all of this, why have you kept coming back to work?” Beyoncé inquired of me. Hayden moved the knife two centimeters away so I could move my throat.“Two reason; I didn’t think I could get away and I owed Katrina. Leaving her in the lurch because I was afraid was unduly cruel to her,” I related.“Didn’t you know we would find out? Did you think we were that stupid?” a different woman addressed me.“Name please,” I said.“Answer my question,” she snapped.“Okay. Yes, Wicked Whore, I knew some of you would figure it out…” I began. She drew her blade and took several steps my way.“What did you expect?” Katrina laughed. “Lacking a formal name, he created one based on his perception of your personality.”“This insanity shows in your blood,” the stranger spat at Katrina. “You cloak your house in weakness, flaws and disgrace.” I surged up as best I could. Hayden forced me back down.“Cáel, what are you doing?” Hayden spoke loudly.“She’s insulting Katrina. I’m going to get her,” I replied.“You are a male, unarmed and wounded,” she pointed out.“Oh…not enough? Should I tie one arm behind my back, or are you admonishing me from spanking the mentally deficient?” I calmly inquired. Hayden smirked.“Let him stand, Hayden,” the woman growled. Hayden released me. She’d already made her point - men had value. My individual life no longer mattered. I had a different opinion. I will never recommend what I did next. As I finished standing, I reached back and in one savage motion, pulled the arrow through the back of my thigh.I was really bleeding now and God-damn, the pain - the pain. For the past five minutes, my life had stumbled from one certain death experience to the next. I was finally out of rope. The hand on my shoulder caught my mind in turmoil and I nearly stabbed the person behind the touch with my bloody arrow.“I’ve got this,” Desiree told me. “She insulted my house and my nieces. Now the Wicked Whore is going to get it.”“Stand aside, Half-Blood,” the unknown woman seethed. “I’ll deal with you next.”“Feel free to not defend yourself,” Desiree stated serenely. “I wasn’t planning on recording your death upon my list of accomplishments anyway.”By the reactions of the other Amazons, not recording an opponent’s death was the equivalent of calling them a 'mewling infant’, or worse, a man.“This is the problem with unrestrained men,” a new voice joined the conversation. A quick glance suggested she was Fabiola’s Mom. “They cause us to quarrel amongst ourselves.”“Messina, did anyone raise a feather to save Cáel?” Katrina countered.“Desiree shot at Leona,” Messina pointed out.“In the past ten years has Desiree missed ANYTHING she’s aimed at?” Katrina reposed. “Perhaps, if Leona had not been standing in the lanes, this might not have happened.”“The man was in the lanes as well,” Messina persisted.“That’s right. I agree - he was…holding a grapefruit for a child to aim at and showing far more courage and devotion than I’ve ever shown to my own flesh and blood,” Katrina smiled.“He is irreverent, knows our language and our secret,” Messina argued.“He’s been like this all week,” Katrina kept grinning. “He has been home multiple times yet he keeps coming back to work.”“You didn’t know,” the unknown woman said.“Who said I didn’t know?” Katrina smirked. “I knew. I’ve talked to the person who taught him and they are of no threat to us.”“How dare you? You should have told the Council and taken immediate steps to remove him,” Messina gasped. Things began making sense. Messina/Fabiola’s house was allied to Katrina’s. It was most likely a generational thing. Today though, Messina did not support this 'New Directive’ of Katrina and Tessa.Tradition dictated that Katrina mentor Fabiola yet politics meant that Katrina couldn’t trust the young woman.“I dare because this is my job - the security of our people,” Katrina lectured. “I determined that Cáel would not betray us. I trusted him with my own family.”“This is fascinating. It will also wait until our next meeting,” Hayden laid down the law. “Cáel, to my side,” and a-limping I went. “Kneel.” This time I nearly keeled over. “What bond can you give me to make any of us believe you will not flee if I let you leave?” I gave that some thought.“I swear on my daughter’s prestige,” I offered. Hayden’s eyes narrowed.“You don’t have a daughter,” she pressed.“Don’t tell her that,” I whispered. “She’s got her heart set on me being her Daddy.”“This is not the time for jests, Cáel,” Hayden cautioned me. I kept eye contact.“He is referring to Aya,” Desiree filled in the missing parts. “If Caitlyn unleashes her, Aya will be here inside of three seconds.”“Aya,” Hayden summoned the child. I could only imagine the tension the adult women of House Epona felt as Aya came running my way.Honestly, I didn’t think about it. My body pivoted despite the weakness in my left leg and the pain coursing through my body so that I caught Aya before she could come around me. My instinct was to not trust Wicked Whore and Leona.“Cáel,” Aya sobbed, “you are bleeding. I got you shot.”“What are you talking about? This scratch? It hardly hurts at all,” I lied to her. “Pain happens, Aya. Winners fight through the pain and get on with their lives and…”“Aya is a winner,” she sniffled. I pushed her far enough back so that we were nose to nose and forehead to forehead.“Weak,” Leona sneered. Aya’s face clouded in shame. I didn’t get angry, I laughed.“Aya, that was from a supposed Amazon who couldn’t kill me with four arrows. It only took you two arrows to get closer and you are only nine,” I chuckled. “If she couldn’t get the job done with four arrows, what does that make her?”“A loser?” Aya’s eyes grew large.“Precisely,” I kissed her nose. “You don’t need to listen to losers. You are a winner and since you are also kind, you should take some time out to give Leona some lessons so she won’t always be a loser. That’s what taking responsibility for your people means.”“Okay,” Aya nodded. “I don’t like her but I’ll do it for you.”“No,” I shook my head, “you will do it because in you is the blood of greatness. True greatness is measured in the lives you save, not the lives you take.”“Pathetic,” Wicked Whore commented in a disgusted tone.“You’ve picked a fight with Aunt Desiree,” Aya peeped, “so you must not be terribly bright. Cáel has taught me to pity stupid people like you, not hate them.”“Caitlyn, control your infant,” Wicked Whore snapped.“I apologize, Ursula (the Wicked Whore’s name). Aya, don’t talk to stupid people,” Caitlyn directed. “It is a waste of breath. Now come here and stand with Mommy.”The best part of that was that the 'stupid people’ could be referring to me. We all knew it wasn’t, but it was a plausible excuse their opponents had to swallow. Hayden wouldn’t allow further conflict.“Have your wound tended to and I will have you driven home,” Hayden instructed me as she rubbed my hair. Aya reluctantly headed to her Mom.“Can I ask a second favor?” I looked up to Hayden. My first was on Tuesday.“Your life hangs by a thread spun by the most slender spider ever imagined,” Hayden clearly found me amusing. I nodded. “Ask away.”

John 2:1-11 Please excuse the poor audio for the first few minutes

"Begging to Give" 

Alex Dimitrov reads from his 2021 book of poems Love and Other Poems. The Sept. 8 reading was part of the UC Berkeley Library's monthly event, Lunch Poems.Here's “July,” one of the poems Dimitrov read during the event:At last it's impossible to think of anythingas I swim through the heat on Broadway and disappear in the Strand. Nobodyon these shelves knows who I ambut I feel so seen, it's easy to be aimlessnot having written a line for weeks.Outside New York continues to be New York.I was half expecting it to be LAbut no luck. No luck with the guyI'm seeing, no luck with money,no luck with becoming a saint.I do not want you, perfect life.I decided to stay a poet long ago,I know what I'm in for. And stillthe free space of the skylures me back out—not evencanonical beauty can keep me inside(and beauty, I'm done with you too).I guess, after all, I'll take love—sweeping, all-consuming,grandiose love. Don't just callor ask to go to a movie.That's off my list too!I want absolutely everythingon this Friday afternoonwhen not one person is looking for me.I'm crazy and lonely.I've never been boring.And believe it or not, I'm all I want.Alex Dimitrov is the author of three books of poetry — Love and Other Poems, Together and by Ourselves and Begging for It — and the chapbook American Boys. His poems have been published in the New Yorker, the New York Times, the Paris Review and Poetry. He has taught writing at Princeton University, Columbia University and New York University, among other institutions. Previously, he was the senior content editor at the Academy of American Poets, where he edited the popular series Poem-a-Day and American Poets magazine.Lunch Poems is an ongoing poetry reading series at Berkeley that began in 2014. All readings happen from 12:10 p.m. to 12:50 p.m. on the first Thursday of the month. Find upcoming talks on the Lunch Poems website and watch videos of past readings on the Lunch Poems YouTube channel.Read a transcript and listen to the episode on Berkeley News.Music by Blue Dot Sessions.Photo by Sylvie Rosokoff. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Geoff opens the show by discussing the headline stories before then discussing a video and letter sent to boosters asking for more NIL money. Then, Jason Smith joins the show to discuss these stories and more. 

The Green Bay Packers fell 27-17 to the Tennessee Titans on Thursday Night Football, dropping their record to 4-7 overall. The defense held Derrick Henry in check but got gashed by quarterback Ryan Tannehill. While the offense got another solid performance from Christian Watson but suffered heavily at the hand of the Titans stout run defense. With only six games remaining and the door to playoffs all but closed, is it time to call time of death on the 2022 Green Bay Packers. Host Kassidy Hill is joined by reporters Tom Silverstein and Ryan Wood to recap the game, bring you updates from the locker room and answer these questions plus more.

Welcome back to another installment of Freight Broker Boot Camp, this week on the show I help you break the ice to get shippers to talk to you by positioning yourself as an expert. In this episode, I list five pivotal steps that will get you one step closer to that shipper and becoming an expert in your industry!   Timestamps: [00:00] Stop begging! How to get shippers to actually want to talk to you [00:38] Different Is better than better – position yourself as an expert [01:46] #1 – Get on a podcast/start your own podcast [02:40] #2 – Become a speaker [04:14] #3 – Write an article and submit it to media [05:16] #4 – Leverage PR to raise your stature [06:22] #5 – Collaborate with other industry experts [07:18] Recap [09:25] Subscribe, Rate & Review! ---------------------------------- If you enjoyed this episode, please RATE / REVIEW and SUBSCRIBE to ensure you never miss an episode. Connect w/ Dennis & Learn More! Connect with me on LinkedIn Learn to Become A Freight Broker/Agent in 30 Days or Less! Watch Freight Broker Training Videos FREE Recently Ranked "Top 30 Freight Podcast"

Dave Rubin of “The Rubin Report” talks about Justin Trudeau being open to the return of mask mandates in Canada and practically begging Canadians to get their COVID vaccine boosters as COVID cases continue to rise. Dave also does a special “ask me anything” question-and-answer session on a wide-ranging host of topics, answering questions from the Rubin Report Locals community. ---------- Today's Sponsors: Kamikoto Knives- Get the knives used by several chefs working at Michelin-star restaurants around the world for yourself or as a holiday gift! If you act now you'll get $50 off sitewide, on top of their Black Friday Sale! Go to: https://Kamikoto.com/RUBIN and use the offer code RUBIN for an extra $50 off! Moink - Join the Moink movement today! Get grass-fed and grass-finished beef and lamb, pastured pork and chicken, and wild-caught Alaskan salmon, direct to your door. Rubin Report listeners and viewers get FREE FILET MIGNON for a YEAR. Go to https://www.moinkbox.com/RUBIN Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Let's hope the commitment to the run that we saw in the win over the Cowboys carries over to the rest of the season because THAT was what I've been BEGGING for.

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Grace is ready for Beto to be out of the political spotlight but, more importantly, off TikTok. Then, Grace is pretty confident Americans don't trust Oprah's judgment on anything, let alone politics. If she were Dr. Oz, Grace would take Fetterman's Winfrey endorsement as a great sign for next Tuesday. Plus, the Paul Pelosi gets even weirder...tune in!

Spaceflight News— VirtualAGC posts their final LM software package (github.com/virtualagc) (ibiblio.org) (github.com/thewonderidiot) (youtube.com) — Play with a virtual rope module (apolloguidance.computer) — If you own a rope module, or know someone who does, please get in touch! The vAGC group is happy to keep donors anonymous. Contact Ron Burkey: info@sandroid.org— Project Kuiper looking for a ride (spacenews.com)Short & Sweet— NASA launch slips (spacenews.com) (spacenews.com)— Polaris Dawn slips again (spacenews.com)— Centaur causes a slip (spacenews.com)Questions, Comments, Corrections— LeonRunningMan (discord.com) — Victus Nox contract was awarded two days before the launch. — More info on eSR19 (defenseindustrydaily.com)— Andrew Z via email: EMU 2.0, or an EVA pod?This Week in Spaceflight History— 2 Nov, 2000. Docking of Expedition 1, beginning our continuous human presence in space. (en.wikipedia.org) (en.wikipedia.org) (Space.com VIA web.archive.org)— Next week (11/8 - 11/14) in 2013: Like Icarus, but in reverse

Listener, In this episode I'm discussing the rise and fall of Ye formally known as Kayne West.  The impact he's had in my life as one of my idols and the steps I was taking to follow him, only to find out freedom is speech is not free.  Not unless you want to deal with the consequences of what you say. Begging brands to partner with W.E.I.R.D. Clothing Company and how God always steps in to guide and protect me from my own downfall. Enjoy the show Listener, I am looking to build a team because I know I can't do it all so if you know someone that knows someone who wants to be a part of a team hit me up Inconsistentlyconsistenterik@gmail.com PREACHY is the 5th season of INCONSISTENTLY CONSISTENT a deep dive into various topics to find ones true self New episodes of preachy publish on Wednesday Hosts: E.R.I.K (Everything Real Is Known) Producer: Erik Polk Audio Production: Erik Polk Theme Music: Erik Polk https://linktr.ee/E.R.I.K Learn more about W.E.I.R.D. Clothing Company. Visit www.weirdclothing.co --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/inconsistently/message

Listener, In this episode I'm discussing the rise and fall of Ye formally known as Kayne West.  The impact he's had in my life as one of my idols and the steps I was taking to follow him, only to find out freedom is speech is not free.  Not unless you want to deal with the consequences of what you say. Begging brands to partner with W.E.I.R.D. Clothing Company and how God always steps in to guide and protect me from my own downfall.  Enjoy the show Listener, I am looking to build a team because I know I can't do it all so if you know someone that knows someone who wants to be a part of a team hit me up Inconsistentlyconsistenterik@gmail.com PREACHY is the 5th season of INCONSISTENTLY CONSISTENT a deep dive into various topics to find ones true self New episodes of preachy publish on Wednesday Hosts: E.R.I.K (Everything Real Is Known) Producer: Erik Polk Audio Production: Erik Polk Theme Music: Erik Polk https://linktr.ee/E.R.I.K Learn more about W.E.I.R.D. Clothing Company. Visit www.weirdclothing.co --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/inconsistently/message

Today on the Richard Syrett Show: Tom Korski, managing editor for Blacklocks comments on Pablo Rodriguez's department begging Laith Marouf to take a subsidy. Franco Terrazzano, federal director at the Canadian Taxpayers Federation on his testimony before the finance committee. Writer & member at caWsbar, Mia Ashton talks about the LGBTQ+ ‘expert' in the B.C. nurse hearing who claims lesbians must examine why they don't find ‘transgender' biological males attractive. Dick Morris, former Clinton strategist discusses the Oz vs Fetterman debate & the midterms being in two weeks. Then, Richard looks to take some calls from you, the listener!

Heritage Minister Pablo Rodriguez's department “begged us” to take a subsidy, says an anti-Semite. Laith Marouf in his first public comments on the $133,822 grant said he was contacted by the Department of Canadian Heritage and promised funding in less than a week. ‘this debacle shows the media across Canada are Jewish white supremacists or supporters of Jewish white supremacy. So let's take a deep dive into all things Ottawa with Tom Korski, Managing Editor of Blacklock's Reporter.

The Arena Podcast is the flagship of Patristic Nectar Publications and contains the Sunday Sermons and other theological reflections by Father Josiah Trenham delivered from the ambon of St. Andrew Church in Riverside, California and begun in 2010. Currently there are more than 550 sermons and lectures covering ten years worth of preaching through the liturgical calendar. | Links | My Life in Christ: The Life & Teaching of Saint John of Kronstadt | 9 Lectures https://patristicnectar.org/bookstore_220620_1122 Patristic Nectar Publications is pleased to present a new 9-part lecture series entitled My Life in Christ: The Life and Teaching of St. John of Kronstadt. This series consists of two parts. The first consists of four thematic lectures given in 2022 by Fr. Josiah to the St. John Chrysostom Catechetical School in Riverside, Ca. The second part of this series is five talks given by His Grace, Bishop Basil of Wichita, at a men's retreat in Kansas in 2008. St. John of Kronstadt, the Wonder-Worker, served God in Russia during the second half of the 19th century and fell asleep in Christ in 1908. His life, miracles, and teaching have been cherished by believers as God's love gift to the Church and to the world on the cusp of the 20th century, the most violent century in the history of humanity.  These lectures and discussions reveal the beauty of a life lived supremely in and for Jesus Christ the Lord. Lecture #1 - The Life of Saint John of Kronstadt Lecture #2 - On Prayer Lecture #3 - The Eucharist and Divine Liturgy Lecture #4 - On the Priesthood Lecture #5 - The Russia of St. John of Kronstadt Lecture #6 - Confession and Communion in St. John's Teaching Lecture #7 - Q&A (Part 1) Lecture #8 - St. John Counsels and Teachings on Prayer Lecture #9 - Q&A (Part 2) Visit our merch store and support Patristic Nectar! https://patristic-nectar.mybigcommerce.com Please subscribe and rate the podcast! If you are interested in other available titles, or if you would like more information on Patristic Nectar Publications, please visit our website at PatristicNectar.org | Social Media | Patristic Nectar Films Youtube Channel Patristic Nectar Instagram Patristic Nectar Facebook Page | Support Our Ministry | 1) Spread the Word - tell your family and friends about Patristic Nectar. Share Patristic Nectar website links to content you have enjoyed. A personal invitation is the number one way the Church grows. Tell a friend to "Come and see!" 2) Make a Donation -Patristic Nectar is a small non-profit ministry with a big vision for expanding access to Patristic Orthodox teaching throughout the world. Since our establishment in 2010, we have made steady progress but there is so much more we could do. With funding, we can work to make our ministry vision a reality. Make a Donation Here 3) Pray For Us - remember us in your prayers, asking that the Lord strengthen, help, and direct us according to His divine will.

The Arena Podcast is the flagship of Patristic Nectar Publications and contains the Sunday Sermons and other theological reflections by Father Josiah Trenham delivered from the ambon of St. Andrew Church in Riverside, California and begun in 2010. Currently there are more than 550 sermons and lectures covering ten years worth of preaching through the liturgical calendar. | Links | My Life in Christ: The Life & Teaching of Saint John of Kronstadt | 9 Lectures https://patristicnectar.org/bookstore_220620_1122 Patristic Nectar Publications is pleased to present a new 9-part lecture series entitled My Life in Christ: The Life and Teaching of St. John of Kronstadt. This series consists of two parts. The first consists of four thematic lectures given in 2022 by Fr. Josiah to the St. John Chrysostom Catechetical School in Riverside, Ca. The second part of this series is five talks given by His Grace, Bishop Basil of Wichita, at a men's retreat in Kansas in 2008. St. John of Kronstadt, the Wonder-Worker, served God in Russia during the second half of the 19th century and fell asleep in Christ in 1908. His life, miracles, and teaching have been cherished by believers as God's love gift to the Church and to the world on the cusp of the 20th century, the most violent century in the history of humanity.  These lectures and discussions reveal the beauty of a life lived supremely in and for Jesus Christ the Lord. Lecture #1 - The Life of Saint John of Kronstadt Lecture #2 - On Prayer Lecture #3 - The Eucharist and Divine Liturgy Lecture #4 - On the Priesthood Lecture #5 - The Russia of St. John of Kronstadt Lecture #6 - Confession and Communion in St. John's Teaching Lecture #7 - Q&A (Part 1) Lecture #8 - St. John Counsels and Teachings on Prayer Lecture #9 - Q&A (Part 2) Visit our merch store and support Patristic Nectar! https://patristic-nectar.mybigcommerce.com Please subscribe and rate the podcast! If you are interested in other available titles, or if you would like more information on Patristic Nectar Publications, please visit our website at PatristicNectar.org | Social Media | Patristic Nectar Films Youtube Channel Patristic Nectar Instagram Patristic Nectar Facebook Page | Support Our Ministry | 1) Spread the Word - tell your family and friends about Patristic Nectar. Share Patristic Nectar website links to content you have enjoyed. A personal invitation is the number one way the Church grows. Tell a friend to "Come and see!" 2) Make a Donation -Patristic Nectar is a small non-profit ministry with a big vision for expanding access to Patristic Orthodox teaching throughout the world. Since our establishment in 2010, we have made steady progress but there is so much more we could do. With funding, we can work to make our ministry vision a reality. Make a Donation Here 3) Pray For Us - remember us in your prayers, asking that the Lord strengthen, help, and direct us according to His divine will.

In this episode, Democrats are begging for support as more members leave the party. Counteracting a systemic propaganda.

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once we neglect it, dharmic intelligence does not come back so easily / a mind without devotion and dharma endowed intelligence is like an empty home / worse than the tangible karmic reaction is the deepening of adharmic disposition which steals our freedom / reestablishing dharmic intelligence through giving up false ego and respecting the Bhakti-yogis / battling the voices of adharma in the mind / we are both tiny and significant  / our subordination to insignificant objects / in weakness we buy into false arguments  SB 4.26.14-26

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