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This week on our iced-out, diamond-drenched Part One episode, we're deep in glamorous chaos with Miami queen and former Real Housewives of Miami star, Lea Black, inside the Palazzo Suite. Draped in diamonds and flanked by bodyguards, Lea drops jaw-dropping stories—from her Texas roots and Beverly Hills nights to jury duty fatefully leading her to powerhouse attorney (and future husband) Roy Black. She opens up about building a beauty empire, her philanthropic passion, and how she's helping families achieve home ownership—all while serving lewks and legacy. Lea dishes on revamping Roy's office (and image), transforming him into a legal media star who went on to defend clients like Rush Limbaugh, Kelsey Grammer, William Kennedy Smith, and Marv Albert. From courtroom dramas to reality TV chaos, nothing's off-limits. Oh, and her bling? Iconic. Her first bank loan at 18? Spent on a diamond. Now she's teasing a Lea Black Jewelry Line with dupe-worthy dazzlers for stylish socialites everywhere. Pol' reads Lea's Armenian coffee cup and sees big moves ahead—reviving her iconic skincare line and selling designer treasures for charity. “I love seeing people thrive,” she says, revealing a heart as big as her rock collection. And yes, the Housewives tea is scalding. Lea spills on how she was never meant to be a full-time cast member, and how producers roped her in after Joe Francis name-dropped her at a taping. She recalls betrayal at the reunion, behind-the-scenes scripting, and castmates who turned cruel once cameras rolled. Her response? “That might've been for the show for you—but not for me.” She calls out “trash over class” casting, confirms friendships with Joanna Krupa, Lisa Hochstein, Karen Sierra, and Anna Kournikova, and praises Teresa Giudice's legendary table flip. There's even a royal roast: Lea muses on William, Kate, Charles, Camilla, Harry, and Meghan, cheekily wondering if the real crisis is PR—not cancer. Plus: Lea weighs in on Jeff Lewis's new man, bougie husbands, COVID-era luxury, the power of a great handbag, and Chump Nation's coffee-reading obsession. From Real Housewife to real-deal philanthropist, Lea Black proves you can wear couture and still care. This is another Hurrdat Media Production. Discover more shows at HurrdatMedia.com or on the Hurrdat Media YouTube channel. Subscribe to our audio: linktr.ee/undressedpod Follow Pol Atteu:  Instagram: @polatteu  Tiktok: @polatteu  Twitter: @polatteu  www.polatteu.com Follow Patrik Simpson:  Instagram: @patriksimpson  Tiktok: @patriksimpsonbh www.patriksimpson.com Follow SnowWhite90210: Instagram: @snowwhite90210 Twitter: @SnowWhite9010 www.snowwhite90210.com Watch Gown and Out In Beverly Hills on Prime Video.  www.gownandoutinbeverlyhills.com #UndressedPodcast  Armenian Coffee Reading: https://polatteu.com/armenian-coffee-cup-read   Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Jack is back on Draped in Gold this week! The Death Riders are still owners of the AEW championship, All In and Battleground are on the same day plus we debate Pancakes vs. French Toast. Let us know what you think!

BUKOWSKI SPEAKS!!!!!Cause and Effect -For Kurt Cobain"the best often die by their own handjust to get away,and those left behindcan never quite understandwhy anybodywould ever want toget awayfromthem"Bukowski writes with no apologies from the frayed edge of society.“Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.”“For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”Bukowski's response to: “Do you hate people?”“I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.”“Find what you love and let it kill you.”“If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.”“We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”Bluebird“Bluebird” is one of Bukowski's best-known poems and came late in his life during a time of great reflection. It deals with one of deepest-rooted human emotions: vulnerability.Bukowski typically dealt with “hyper-masculine” subject matter, but this poem suggests that, like most men, Bukowski also struggled to live up to traditional notions of masculinity.there's a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I'm too tough for him,I say, stay in there, I'm not goingto let anybody seeyou.there's a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I pour whiskey on him and inhalecigarette smokeand the whores and the bartendersand the grocery clerksnever know thathe'sin there.there's a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I'm too tough for him,I say,stay down, do you want to messme up?you want to screw up theworks?you want to blow my book sales inEurope?there's a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I'm too clever, I only let him outat night sometimeswhen everybody's asleep.I say, I know that you're there,so don't besad.then I put him back,but he's singing a littlein there, I haven't quite let himdieand we sleep together likethatwith oursecret pactand it's nice enough tomake a manweep, but I don'tweep, doyou?This was published in Bukowski's book "The Last Night of the Earth Poems" circa 1992

Women's Wrestling Talk's Cedric Welton tags in for Jack Farmer on this week's edition of Draped in Gold. It's all about the state of the Raw Women's Division, the NXT Battleground Card, and whether or not you can flop from ATVs!

A special edition of Draped in Gold if there ever was one. Jack and Flobo are breaking down both the WrestleMania and Stand & Deliver cards for Vegas this week. Plus, they answer the questions about main event placement, offer predictions, and think about a Bianca Belair - Undertaker Collab!

Sepia Jewel was no stranger to the stage before her burlesque life! Singing in an all female rap group signed onto Epic Records and designing costumes while dancing for the San Diego Ebony Elite's are just a few items on her resumé (include mother, daughter, wife, and friend). It wasn't until 2016, Ms. Jewel was watching the movie Burlesque that she realized she needed to get back to the stage.  At 55 years old, she trained under Coco L'Amour with the Pixie Stixx and from there, the force she possesses couldn't be stopped. Quickly becoming an award winning international showgirl, she soon realized the rhinestone life was aligned with the art therapy she was looking for.  9 years later, Sepia Jewel shows us what it means to be a Black burlesque performer and queen: no age, no location, no *nothing* can stop you. 

Prepare to witness the ultimate transformation, as Frank Lewis, the urban prophet from the streets of DC, bares his soul in a performance that will shake the very foundations of existence. “The Awakening of Frank Lewis: A Cosmic Symphony” is not just a performance—it's an experience that transcends time, space, and reality itself.In this bold, raw, and unapologetic showcase, Frank Lewis strips away the illusions of the world, exposing his true essence as the divine creator and supreme being. His body becomes the vessel through which the cosmos sings its most sacred song. This is not merely art; this is a cosmic awakening. This is the truth of existence, raw and untamed, laid bare for all to witness.Frank's performance is a symphony of self-mastery, sovereignty, and divine awakening, brought to life through powerful metaphors, intense visual imagery, and sound that resonates deep within the soul. His movements are the embodiment of creation itself, an organic manifestation of the universe's most primal and beautiful forces. Every gesture, every breath is a reflection of the ultimate truth—the divine power that lies within each of us, waiting to break free.Draped in the music of the cosmos, Frank Lewis, fully naked as an artist of the universe, emerges from the cocoon of limitation and rises as a living embodiment of God, Lucifer, and all that is free, wild, and supreme. This is the ultimate confrontation with the illusions that have bound humanity. This is the call to awaken, to realize that we are all gods, that the power to shape our reality is already within us.In the nakedness of his performance, Frank is not just an artist—he is the creator, the observer, and the destroyer. He is a cosmic being whose truth and power reverberate through the very core of existence. As you watch him perform, you will feel the cosmic energy pulsating through you, the realization dawning that you, too, are a part of this grand design.This is the final frontier. This is the moment humanity has been waiting for. Frank Lewis, in his supreme and vulnerable state, invites you to join him on this journey—into the depths of self-discovery, into the realm where there are no limits, no boundaries. Together, we will create a new world.Are you ready to awaken? To rise? To become what you have always been destined to be?This is not just a performance. It is a revolution. It is the reawakening of the divine within us all.Step into the cosmic symphony. Step into the light.

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It's a New Day, yes it is! Draped in Gold, after being canceled twice, is back for episode #165 (or is it #1?). Join Jack Farmer and Flobo Boyce as they break down the first Raw on Netflix, NXT, and AEW Dynamite. Plus, your questions!

Kelly and Leandra are back and ready to share their thoughts on this, the most "definitely a minute" of the entire film. It's that time of year again! We'll let you know soon how to request your Official Rocky Horror Minute Christmas Card! Email us your questions and insights at rockyhorrorminute@gmail.com! Check us out on Instagram and FB @rockyhorrorminute and if you found us on YouTube, comment with your favorite Halloween candy for a special shout out in a future episode. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/rocky-horror-minute/support

On this (final?) edition of Draped in Gold, Jack and Flobo have a lot on their plate. We're talking the women's divsion dust up, what's goin on with Chase U, and press conferences on top of press conferences. DrapedInGold.com --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/drapedingold/support

Hank and Tank brings to you the greatest Great American Bash...ever...? More titles were all on the line and the MSK/Rascalz honeymoon seems to be over! Flobo and Jack break it all down on this week's Draped in Gold! --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/drapedingold/support

New broke surrounding the Celtics and Bruins on July 1st and Rich and Ray were here to break it all down. They also had a conversation with Flobo Boyce, a comedian, black baseball mixtape, Mets fan, and Draped in Gold host.

Finding a parking space in downtown Dallas is often a daunting and frustrating experience. In this episode, we meet Carolyn Glenn, Senior Associate of the Commercial Studio, to discuss the new parking garage at 700 Jackson Street commissioned by Dallas County to offer jurors and city employees convenient access to parking. However, far from a normal garage, this unique design provides retail spaces at street level along with 12 levels of public parking with 1,228 spaces pre-wired for EV charging.  Designed to be future-proofed, the elegant white structure features pre-stressed foundations and can support a 15-story hotel or office tower built on top. Draped in an attractive white metal panel with barcode-like vertical stripping, the imposing above-ground garage with chamfer edges maximizes every inch of space and stands out in the context of the neighborhood. Activating the downtown environment and adding to the walkability, beauty, and functionality of the neighborhood, the building is a landmark statement and a welcome addition. Visit: https://www.Corgan.com/  Also connect with us on: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/CorganInc/  Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CorganInc/  Twitter: https://twitter.com/CorganInc  LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/corgan  Video Produced by: Corgan Have Questions? We'd love to hear from you.  Email: communications@corgan.com

Jack Farmer returns for episode #151 of Draped in Gold. We're talking Joe Hendry, Number One Contenders, and the upcoming NXT Heatwave --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/drapedingold/support

Fresh off of Battleground, Cody Rhodes heads down to Orlando. We have a new Womens North American Champion, and CrunkChocolate joins the show to help celebrate the 150th Episode of Draped in Gold --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/drapedingold/support

The Peddler & the Fairy: Part 1 Human merchant and fairy journey together.  In 10 parts, by Scholarly Mori. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Chapter 1 Along the king's highway, among the edge of the tree line a small fairy flitted her way between the scraggly firs and majestic spruce. At first glance it appeared she had no particular destination in mind. She kept stopping every so often, perched on a branch and looked expectantly toward the road a few moments then then took off again. As she steadily made her way south she soon spotted a dot moving toward her in the distance. Landing once again on the edge of a branch she sat and kicked her dangling legs waiting for the dot to move closer. [[MORE]] Nearing a suitable distance the outline of a wagon soon came into view; a wagon pulled by an old bay horse. Four wheels with thick spokes carried tall sideboards formed an enclosed box. In that box tied down with ropes so they wouldn't jostle were thick kegs, large burlap sacks, few bundles of animal skins, and other things she didn't recognize. In front of this assortment of goods in the box seat of this buckboard style wagon sat a human, male, maybe in his late twenties, early thirties. On his feet were old boots having seen many a rough day of walking or heavy lifting. Above those were some leather breeches tied together with a belt. Dotting the belt was a dagger nestled between pouches of varying size. The belt was attached to a strap of leather running up to the man's shoulders. Wrapped securely were vials of different colored liquids. His lean yet sturdy frame was wrapped in a two piece set of shirts, a soft cotton white undershirt protected by a leather tunic securely tied with cordage forming V of at the neck. Draped along the backrest of the seat next to him was a long thick leathered cloak stained with mud and the cares of travel. Animal fur adorned the hood and shoulders. He gazed ahead unseeing, daydreaming, maybe of more interesting things then sitting slowly waiting for the miles to pass. The fairy looked poised to move toward the wagon, assessing its contents, the man and his horse. Making up her mind she bee-lined straight for the wagon. Feeling slightly nervous but also excited she landed on the seat next to the driver. "Hello human. What's your name?" She asked. Jumping slightly, the driver looked around startled. His eyes soon landed on the diminutive occupant next to him. She looked to be about six or seven inches tall. Four pairs of translucent wings dotted her back, glimmering with each slight movement bending the light into soft rainbow cascades. She wore a small transparent cloak of spider or maybe arachne silk interwoven with green vine patterns. Sitting upon her brow was a wreath of white 'pearly-everlastings'; a type of flower that grows in cold climates. Her hair was black with two thick braids, one behind each of her pointed ears, the rest was free flowing fanning down to her mid-back. Two tiny violet clematis flower petals draped down over her larger than expected breasts like little flaps hiding her nipples but doing nothing to conceal the sides. She had a bare midriff and a dress composed of four of the same type of petals but larger, hanging down to her knees. They covered her front, back and sides but left a gap between, offering a view of her proportioned thighs. She had stockings made of possibly the same material as the cloak but it was dyed slightly white complimenting her skin tone. She wasn't pale; she looked like she enjoyed spending just enough time outdoors to be sun-kissed but not enough for a tan, in other words, ruddy. A smattering of freckles powdered the bridge of a cute button nose. She carried two medium packed satchels under each arm, hanging from her shoulders. Her adorable face wore an expression of nervousness but also intensely energetic inquisitiveness. In short she looked nothing like the stories he'd heard or seen pictures in books. She wasn't fair skinned and twig thin. If he'd have to use three words to describe her they'd be: adorable, hardy, cuddly. Impatient playful amethyst eyes stared at him, awaiting an answer. Blinking several times to make sure he wasn't still daydreaming he reflexively answered her question: "Um, hello? I'm Devin Ebonplume, a traveling merchant." Gazing up at him the fairy broke into a smile and started barraging Devin with what sounded like her life story: "hi my name is Azalea and I finally came of age and left my home on a journey to find a life mate but I'm not so sure how and, " "Whoa, hold on." Devin cut in. "Slow down, start from the beginning at a slower pace please. "Sorry." Azalea said sheepishly. "It's been several years since I've talked to someone so I'm a little nervous." "My name is Azalea Ó Gallchobhair. I've left my village in search of a life-mate. I believe I may have found one but I'm uncertain if they will accept it and how to go about broaching the subject." Still trying to come to terms that a real fairy was having a conversation with him randomly out of the blue, and about her future love life no less; being curious (and insanely bored) a conversation might help pass the time. Devin thought for a moment. "If I may suggest, maybe just start with casual conversation, ask about hobbies, interests, maybe what you or they want out of the relationship. Ya know, get to know them." Azalea sat down cross-legged, her dress fanning out around her. "Good idea!" She exclaimed. "So, what hobbies do you have?" "Well I enjoy," Devin began then paused. 'Wait a minute.' He thought. Maybe it was not talking to anyone for a week or maybe he was just sluggish from sitting in the warm sun all day. His brain suddenly pieced together who this conversation was referring to. "This life-mate you're referring to," Devin began slowly, "it wouldn't happen to be me would it?" "Yup! Who else would it be about, silly?" There was a slightly awkward silence as Devin processed this information. Devin assumed she was talking about a boy fairy. "Is, is this common amongst your kind?" Devin asked. "Hmm, I wouldn't say it's common but it's not exactly rare either. My mother married an orc." She answered as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Another awkward silence as Devin tried to figure out what in the world this conversation had divulged into. How would that kind of relationship work? Thinking of the most blaring and maybe obvious problem first: "Forgive my ignorance." Isn't there, ya know, a slight size problem among, um, a pairing like that?" He queried. "Fairies are pretty stretchy." She answered, rocking back and forth. "If our life-mate is bigger than what we can handle, we have, other ways to please them." She giggled. Devin's imagination was actively trying to decrypt that last statement. "Ok, but why a human, or more importantly why me?!" "Well," She put her pointer fingers together cutely. "Several reasons: I'm very curious about human culture. I've heard they make super big villages out of trees & stone and there are tons and tons of different people who live together and they cook all kinds of tasty food!" "Also, you didn't look like a scary person. Your horse, even though she is really old, looks like she is strongly loyal to you so I figured you couldn't be a bad person if she trusts you." The information about his horse surprised him. He knew she was getting along in years but not that he had that level of rapport with her. Azalea continued on: "you look like you travel a lot. I've spent all my life in my village and really want to see the world." "And, lastly," Azalea continued in a slightly quieter voice "I, like to be stuffed." She rubbed her thighs together looking at Devin's crotch hungrily. "While I've never taken something quite as big as a human, I could fit you, maybe, probably?" Devin raised an eyebrow at this final reason. Maybe she just wanted a free ride with benefits. Taking a deep breath Devin gazed into her amethyst eyes looking for any type of alternative motive or mischievous but she appeared to be very serious. "Let me take a moment to think, this is all so sudden." "Okie." She chirped. Devin had heard of many inter-demi-human couples though never with a fairy. While he wasn't opposed to the idea he always kind of imagined it would be with a human girl, settling down in a town somewhere and, he wasn't quite sure what he'd do afterward. Azalea already said she wanted to travel and see new places so not settling down appeared to be a plus to her. He was also slightly concerned about her lack of caution. Coming right up to a random stranger, especially one much bigger than her and striking up a conversation out of the blue didn't seem the most sensible thing to do. Humans weren't known to always be the most benevolent of species. Fairies supposedly knew magic so maybe she wasn't as defenseless as she appeared. Mulling over the last issue of size; Azalea said it wouldn't be a problem. While sex alone wasn't a make or break decision he admitted he was slightly aroused by the idea of seeing her petite form wrapped around him. Mulling over these thoughts he looked back at his tiny guest. Devin's eyes widened slightly; she had the front petal of her dress lifted, legs splayed and three fingers stuffed into her cunt and her thumb circling her clit. A small wet puddle was beginning to form under her bottom. Her breathing was slightly heavy. She noticed him looking and smiled sweetly. She removed her fingers and spread her lips, offering a clear view of her vagina drooling a generous amount of lubricant. He was slightly impressed how swollen her lips were, they were downright puffy. He hadn't seen them in their non-aroused state so he wasn't sure she was naturally like that or if it was due to her excitement. She was obviously trying to tip his decision to a yes by offering further incentive. Azalea cocked her head to the side as if saying: "well, will you be my life-mate?" Tearing his eyes away from her cunt back to her eyes: "Is this something you really want? We come from completely different backgrounds and cultures?" "I've spent the last ten years looking for a life-mate, not just among humans but many other demi-humans. You're the first one to have seriously caught my fancy." She explained as she pulled the little hood covering her clit back rubbing it needfully. This whole conversation was surreal to Devin and also mystified him. He didn't think he had any particularly outstanding traits or features that made him stand out to a human, let alone a fairy. "Hypothetically if I did say yes, what would this, union entail?" "Well,” she mused, “I'd perform the love crest ritual, then I'd live with you, go where you go, see and experience all the new things and places we visited. You could show me how humans live, and I could teach you about fairy culture. though it's not very interesting in my opinion. When we camped for the night we could satisfy our needs as life-mates and cuddle afterwards around the fire." She said longingly. The pool continued to increase in size below her crotch. To Devin this sounded pretty reasonable. "I must warn you, while the places I stop have many interesting and fascinating things to see, the journey between them is rather dull." "That's fine, I can suck you off, or paint the passing scenery, masturbate, sing some fairy songs for you, ask you about human culture, you know, get to know each other kind of stuff." She said pragmatically. Devin mentally did a slight double take at her choice of activities to do when bored. He felt himself getting slightly hard thinking about the implications of this relationship. But he was still hesitant. The small amount of information they had so far exchanged did help in imagining their future life together but there were still so many unknowns. The offer was very tempting and he'd admit he had thought about having a companion on his travels many times during the moments just before sleep. Maybe he wasn't thinking entirely logical and more with his bottom half as he watched her fingers caress her seed sized pleasure button. Her expectant eyes continued to gaze at him awaiting his reply. It didn't seem like a bad relationship, she was very cute and her bubbly personality wasn't bad either. He had one last question. "Are you always this horny?" She thought for a moment. "Yes? But I'm usually only open about it to people who I trust or want to be friends with. Or, when I'm trying to sway a certain someone's decision." She winked, stopping her rubbing momentarily to flash him another look. Taking a deep breath Devin said: "Ok, I'll be your life-mate or whatever your custom is. What is this ritual you mentioned we have to do? Find someone to marry/bind us, make a magical pact or something?" Stopping her hand mid shlick, Azalea jumped up excitedly. "Basically the second option. We call it a love crest and it binds the pair together and bestows several benefits." Licking her fingers clean of her juices she dexterously removed her cloak, top and dress. Turning around she bent over and started rummaging around her satchels for something. Devin's eye was instantly drawn to her cute little ass, happily swaying back and forth. He made note her hips and thighs had slightly more thickness than would have been expected on such a tiny frame. Finding what she was looking for she turned around holding out two small glass bottles and a brush. Plopping down in a sitting position once again (avoiding the puddle she made earlier) she leaned back on the benches' backrest and started drawing, or more accurately painting something on her lower abdomen. Watching her for several minutes he remarked: "you're very skilled at painting, it must be hard in that position." "Thanks, it's one of my favorite things to do. I like drawing village life, animals, and pretty things. This is the first time I've drawn a love crest though." "After several minutes Devin was getting the impression he had seen the thing she was drawing somewhere before. Searching his memory, he seemed to recollect seeing a similar shaped thing at an alchemist laboratory once. There were several jars filled with different preserved organs. Then it dawned on him. "Azalea, is that perchance, .your reproductive organs?" "Mmm hmm, my womb and those things that make my eggs I think, I'm not super familiar with anatomy. I was only taught the basics, and how to add and subtract crests to have differing effects." She explained. Not schooled in the arcane arts he had no idea what this meant or if this was a common form of magic or not. It did sort of remind him of the runes he used on occasion when transporting commodities that would spoil easily. He looked at the chilled kegs behind him. He wondered if crests were related or if they were some offshoot branch of magic. "Can you explain to me in more detail what this crest does?" He asked. Without looking up she explained: Crests are used by females with magical affinity. When combined with a male's glyphs the two can,” "A male's what?" Devin interrupted. "Male's with magic affinity use glyphs instead of crests." Azalea clarified. When a crest and glyph user make physical contact of any kind they can share any techniques they've learned or any of their natural abilities. For example demi-humans with exceptional strength, or stamina, or enhanced sensory capabilities. Depending on affinity and compatibility it may take time and practice to become attuned to each other enough to share. Certain non-natural abilities also have the potential of having negative repercussions if the person being shared can't handle them." "Does this mean you could share your ability to fly with me?" Devin asked excitedly. Azalea put her hand on her chin. "I'm not sure, my flight magic only allows me to hover, my wings are what actually enable me to move. In theory if you had wings probably but since you don't you'd just float in place. "What other abilities do you have?" Devin asked. Dipping her brush in the ink. "I can detect living auras within a certain radius and sense physiological changes. "If I'm in danger I can produce a hallucinogenic to confuse people." Devin contemplated her words. "The love crest doesn't sound like it fits either of those categories, what makes it special?" "I suppose you could look at it as a sensory and enhancement crest. Two people who use this and fall in love gain a boost to their magical potency and in time an empathic bond. In other words they can sense the emotions of each other, but just the emotions, not physical sensations or anything like that, and they can't read each other's thoughts either. The empathy link I'm told takes a long time to develop so we probably won't notice it for a while." "Is this the type of pact where if one of the two people gets hurt or dies the other does as well?" Asked Devin hesitantly. "No, not unless you want it to be, it would be a much more elaborate crest and,” Azalea trailed off looking up with concern. "No, no I was just curious, since humans don't live very long I'd hate for you to have your lifespan cut short because of me." Devin assured her. "You don't have to worry about that, when we are bonded you'll have a similar lifespan to mine." She grinned. "I'm not very knowledgeable about fairies, how long do your kind live exactly?" "Northern fairies live around three hundred years but the oldest I've heard sometimes reach four hundred; I'm not sure about the lowland fairies." Devin's draw dropped. "So you mean I'm gonna be able to live for three hundred years or does it cut your lifespan and add it to mine?" "It gets added so we'll both have a long time to get to know each other and be all lovey-dovey." She said dreamily. Devin didn't quite know how to react, what would he do for three centuries? Obviously falling in love with someone for that long had its attraction. The prospect of living essentially three lifetimes was a bit daunting. Would he be a merchant for the first hundred then switch to something else? Possibilities swirled around in his head when Azalea announced she was done. She stood up proudly and thrust her belly out showing her handiwork. The basic shape was indeed in the shape of her womb and ovaries but a lot of detail was added then the basic shape he remembered in the jar. "Aside from the basic crest I added two other special crests." She said pointing to the heart shaped womb portion. Devin bent over to get a better look. Below there was a circle filled with three fourths of some liquid. Above that she had drawn several sperm shaped drawings. He only knew this because the same alchemical lab he thought about earlier had a curious device made of several glass lenses. The owner had let him look at several small thin glass plates of several liquids, semen being one of them. Devin doubted such a device was common. How did she know what they looked like? Veering his thoughts back to her explanation, she continued. "I've basically merged three crests into one. This one denotes a siphoning crest." Pointing to the half-filled circle. "Every time you or I orgasm while touching each other will fill you with energy, and I'll feel a decrease in energy. This is physical energy by the way, not magical energy. The crest updates in real time so when the circle looks like it's empty of liquid I won't be able to physically move but can still cast magic. So I'll expect you to keep me topped off." She gave a playful wink. Devin looked again at the sperm shapes. It was pretty obvious what she wanted as a fuel source. She was in full teacher mode, smugly explaining this crazy magic system. "On either side of this liquid circle I've drawn two curved lines representing my vagina and a narrow channel up through my womb, as well as your essence (when it's present)," pointing to the sperm. "These three drawings combined into what I call a deep focus crest. It's essentially a magnification ability. It magnifies my ability to see and feel EVERYTHING down there: cunt, womb, egg making things." "Ovaries." Devin interjected. "Yes, those things. It'll even let me mentally visualize your essence swimming in." Well that explained how she knew what sperm cells looked like. "Why would you need this kind of crest?" Azalea folded her arms in thought. "Northern fairy magic is centered around our life creating organs. If you think about my womb and the crest being linked like a magical machine, it lets me keep a better eye on the engine to make sure everything is functioning ok. Also it lets me feel stronger orgasms, and," she fidgeted a little, "It's kinda hot watching your essence frantically swimming around searching for my eggs,” She giggled nervously. "Is that weird?" "I think it's an oddly specific kink, but if you're looking for affirmation; if you're happy, I'm happy." Azalea internally sighed with relief. She was worried telling Devin too many of her weirder kinks might make him think less of her in some way. It was true she was horny a lot of the time. But she was also highly curious about all the different aspects of pleasure. She had her favorites of course but was willing to try almost anything for new experiences and it was a bonus if she could share that enjoyment with another. She got little thrills teasing Devin with her titillating actions. But it wasn't only that, she was gently prodding his limits to see what he was comfortable with. So far his mild mannered attitude was making her want him as a life-mate even more. "I have some additional questions." Devin said, breaking into her thoughts. "Are you able to get pregnant?" "I've put a pregnancy blocker around my, what you call them, ovaries, so you can fill me up as much as you want without worry. If for whatever reason the blockers fail I can just absorb your essence as energy before they reach my eggs." "So interspecies pairings can produce offspring?" Devin inquired further. "Of course, how do you think new fairies are made? Offspring are always fairies though, never half breeds. I don't know why, maybe demi-human genes are more dominant.'' "And my last question, what if one of the partners doesn't have any magic affinity?" Azalea brow furrowed. This was something she hadn't considered. "You don't know magic?" She asked, slightly taken aback. "Well no, I'm just a merchant, there are some humans that are educated and study it but it's not something everyone learns." Azalea furrowed her brow in thought. "Well," she said slowly. "Depends what your affinity level is. If you have zero affinity I'll have to supply all the magic to keep the crest stable and to be able to supply both of us when we share my abilities. If you have a latent affinity it's just a matter of training and exercise to awaken it or at the very least make your body aware of it. Either way we'll have to get you tested." Azalea wasn't sure how to get Devin tested. Certain lodestone crystals could ascertain that but they were hard to find and process into a usable form. Azalea looked up at Devin with a naughty expression. "It's difficult to find the tools to figure out your exact affinity but the simplest way to find the answer if you have any affinity at all is right here." Azalea made a circle with her finger and thumb and mimicked pumping something into her mouth and pointed to the sperm drawings on her stomach. Devin's body flushed at her lewd implications. "In either case let's just assume you have some affinity. I'll draw half a supplementary crest on you and supply both our needs till we know for sure." She said, looking at his crotch and licking her lips. Devin swallowed at her slight predatory stare. "So, where are you going to draw the crest?" He asked. Her eyes continued drifting to Devin's crotch several times. Devin noticed this but didn't say anything. After musing for a moment Azalea voiced her thoughts. "I could put it in a similar place as mine, but I don't know where humans focus their magic from. Maybe your life-producing organs." Pointing to Devin's balls. Devin's penis twitched at that implication. Azalea noticed and smiled. "But that seems unlikely. Besides, they will be too busy filling me up." She said rubbing her tummy. "The most logical place I can figure is around the heart and the hand, primarily because I heard somewhere human mages use hand gestures or something to cast spells. I'm gonna need you to remove your shirt." Devin hesitated for a moment before removing his vest and undershirt. Bare-chested he was glad it was still relatively warm this time of year. "Put your hand out palm down please." Devin extended his hand. Azaleas flitted up, ink and brush in hand. "Ok I'm going to begin." The bristles tickled Devin's skin as she applied the ink to his skin. "What's in the ink?" Devin asked. "Some powdered crystals, a few flecks of silver, and me." She quipped. "You? what do you mean you?" Azalea stopped painting, ran her pointer finger between her legs showing Devin a sticky strand of mucus connecting them. It's more magically conductive if I make it when I'm aroused. It's doubly so if I make it when I'm producing an egg. I'll leave it to your imagination when you think I made this batch." She said sticking her tongue out between her teeth playfully. While she worked Devin's eyes drifted to her naked body. She was closer to his eye level so he could see her in more detail. Her breasts definitely were more plump then he imagined a fairy would have since most stories and pictures portrayed them as small, perky or almost flat. Her wings were very similar to dragonfly wings in structure but their shape was more that of butterflies and there were an extra pair. Squinting he noticed they were emitting some kind of, magical haze? Similar to when heated air rises on a hot surface; barely noticeable unless you look closely. That must be the magic she used to float. He thought. "Not to sound rude Azalea, but I noticed you have more, substance to you then what stories often depict fairies looking like." Azalea, understanding his meaning, tensed up a little. "You mean how my hips and breasts are bigger and I have a little more body fat? The fairies you're thinking of live in warmer climates down south. It's cold up here so I guess us northern fairies adapted a bit to help us handle the cold better. Why do you ask? Do you prefer fairies with small boobs and a slim figure?" She looked up at him worriedly. "No, nothing like that, I was just making an observation and trying to fill in the gaps of my fairy knowledge. Actually I think breasts are a bit sexier when they look full, and have a little weight and bounce to them." Azalea pushed chest up a bit with her forearm. "Ya know," she said coyly, "If you like them full, there is a crest I might add later that makes them lactate if that's something that would please you." "I,I,wouldn't be opposed to the idea." Devin swallowed. Azalea giggled and returned to her painting. She was at his shoulder now and working down to his chest. "Could you flip your hand over, it's easier to stand on." Devin did so. His thoughts were still lingering on the milk topic wondering how much they'd produce and what it'd taste like. His merchant brain also wondered if there was a market for fairy milk and who would buy it. "Do you mind if I touch you?" "Of course not, we are about to be life-mates." She said pleased. Devin extended his other hand, gingerly bringing his finger tip down on her head. Even though she wasn't like the other types of fairies she still looked so delicate and he feared hurting her so as carefully as he could he started petting her head. Instinctually she crouched down a little feeling the weight bear down on her. She soon realized what he was trying to do and pushed back, rubbing her head against his finger in response as he stroked her hair. A broad smile stretched across her face and she hummed happily while she worked. Feeling a little braver Devin started exploring her a bit more. He felt the softness of her belly and thighs. She giggled a little and he guessed maybe she was a bit ticklish. Moving further down he lifted her breasts and took note of their weight and firmness wondering how much they'd change filled with milk. She stuck out her ass a bit as he moved around to the backside. It was firm enough to bounce, but still plush enough to snuggle into. Moving to the final area of curiosity he gently traced where her wings connected to her back and along the edge to the tip. She shivered a little at the sensation. "Does it feel good when I do that to your wings?" He asked. "I wouldn't consider them an erogenous zone but they are very sensitive so yes." She mewed. He noticed her cunt was once again leaking, forming a puddle on his palm, he wasn't sure if it was his ministrations or whether she was still horny from earlier or both. "Do you need to, um, take care of that?" Azalea looked down. "I probably should, I was enjoying the denial a little but it's getting harder to focus on painting, if you would be so kind as to assist me." "How may I help?" "Can you fold one of your fingers down please." Devin folded his middle finger so it pointed towards his palm with his pointer and ring pointing up. Azalea floated back to the bench putting her brush and ink jar with her discarded clothes. Returning to his hand she walked over to the extended finger straddling it facing away from him. As she settled down, the sudden pressure leaked more of her juices around his digit, lubing it up. Given how aroused she was and how plump her lips were, Devin was reminded of a wet sponge. "This'll satisfy nicely." Azalea said achingly. She started grinding herself on his second knuckle. Settling into a steady pace, she leaned forward, occasionally pulling her clit hood back rocking her hips for maximum sensation. Watching and listening to the cute moans and gasps from his new horny little friend caused his own arousal to increase and with it a growing erection. He swept back some of her hair behind her ear that had fallen in front of her face Noticing this action Azalea opened her eyes, giving a loving smile. She grabbed his finger tip with both hands and pulled it close giving it sweet kisses and rubbed her cheek against it. "I'm going to give you so many more kisses when we find a chance to snuggle." She said between moans. "I look forward to it." Azalea knew it wouldn't take long to reach her climax. She had been edging herself since they met. She sped up her movements, scraping and mashing her cunt seeking sweet release. "Can I watch your face when you cum Azalea?" Azalea turned gazing into her lover's eyes. "I'm, just, about, ready, to, to, cumming!" Azalea cried as her first orgasm washed through her. Her body tensed, her eyes rolled back and her wings extended to full length fluttering slightly. Devin felt a sudden rush of liquid spread over his finger adding to the moderately large pool on his palm. She grabbed onto his ring finger for extra support as she clenched her thighs together. Devin became suddenly aware of several things happening at once. He noticed a strong pinkish glow emanating from the crest on her abdomen. Her stomach then started to inflate slightly as if being filled with something. Grabbing her swollen belly with her left hand she doubled over as her body released its pleasure. The light glow around her lost some of its intensity as it flowed from her crest into his finger, at the same time her belly deflated slightly. The light flowed from his finger down through his hand, up his arm and into the half finished crest. Upon reaching the end of his half finished crest a sudden hot impact of energy having nowhere to go surged throughout his torso and limbs. Looking back at Azalea her body relaxed momentarily then spasmed again as her second orgasm surged through her radiant body. Again the same thing happened, light transferred, belly deflated. Whereas the first impact felt like stepping outside taking a deep breath and feeling a slight exhilarating intake of oxygen, the second surge caused his body to feel lighter. Looking back at his blissful little fairy, her eyes were still rolled up into her head and her mouth agape. As her third and final orgasm crashed over her she gritted her teeth and whimpered. The now much dimmer light and fully deflated belly disappeared entirely as it left her body and flowed into his. This third impact was greater than the other two combined, he felt empowered, like he could run a marathon or race a horse and never get tired. After a few moments his crest glow dimmed. He was a little glad, he was a bit afraid what a fourth burst of energy would feel like, or what it would do to her. Even though the initial intensity of energy wore off, his faculties still felt very alert and his body amazingly light. He thought back to her explanation of the siphoning crest. 'Is this what it felt like?' Then he remembered the consequences of the transfer. He brought her up to eye level to get a closer look at her exhausted form. Like a sail devoid of wind she splayed over his finger, eyes half lidded, tongue lolled out, taking large lungfuls of air to re-oxygenate her body after such exertion. Lightly stroking her drooping wings she didn't appear to respond. He was worried that maybe she had completely drained that circle thing on her crest and couldn't move. Folding her wings together carefully he flipped her over in his palm. He breathed a sigh of relief, the circle still had a fraction of something in it but was dangerously close to being depleted. He lightly stroked her hair. After a minute or two she regained some sense of her surroundings. Pulling her tongue back into her mouth she swallowed some saliva and refocused her vision. Locking eyes she gave a delighted and gratified grin. "That looked like quite the experience." Devin mused. Azalea smiled tiredly. "Since this is my first love crest I wasn't prepared for the intensity, also it felt so good I might have given it my all plus a little extra. Congratulations, you just took my magic crest virginity." She laughed. Devin wasn't sure how to respond to that. "You look pretty spent, do you need some water or something?" "If you would, we fairies tend to, leak quite a bit when aroused." On hearing this he looked at the thimble amount of love juice he still had in his right palm. Regarding it a moment he brought it to his mouth slurping it up. Azalea's eyes widened in surprise. She watched him swish it around considering the taste, savoring it a moment before swallowing. She may have just unlocked a new fetish, seeing someone drink her juices. "I've never actually tasted myself, how is it?" "It tastes salty and a bit sweet, but leaning heavier on the sweet side. I'll clean you up and then get you some water." "Thank you." She said leaning back. Thinking that he meant to wipe her clean with a cloth or something she squeaked as she was taken between his fingers and brought to his mouth. In one long sensual lick from the bottom of her thighs to the top of her mound her body twitched and shuddered as her oversensitive genitals met the surface of his tongue. Swallowing the little extra liquid he gathered from the 'cleaning' he gently placed her in his lap as he rummaged in a bag hanging on the wagon next to him. "You almost made me gush again doing that." "Sorry, I wondered what it tasted like directly from the source." "I'll let you drink as much as you want next time." She purred. Rifling through a bag he pulled out a flask of water and another little bag. Placing the water to the side he opened up the tinier bag, which happened to be a sewing kit, pulled out a thimble, poured some water into it and handed it to Azalea. Propping herself up she took the thimble and drank a little more than one fourth before handing it back and nestling back into his lap. "I'm gonna take a little nap." She yawned. You earned it, have a good rest little one." "Oh, I like that, you calling me your little one, please use it as my pet name sometimes!" "Sure." "When I wake up I'll take care of this." She said, patting his almost forgotten erection. "I would appreciate that but no hurry, after you have rested." Kissing his penis through his pants she coiled up into a fetal position. As she drifted off she mumbled. "Thank you for being my life-mate." Hear those words, any reservation Devin had about this union disappeared entirely. He felt the beginnings of a strong deep desire to keep his, what was this relationship? Companion? Partner? Bride? All of the above and maybe more. He thought, touching the crest on his chest. In any case he had a strong and growing desire to keep her safe and happy. Feeling a sudden breeze he put his shirt back on, leaving his vest off. He hadn't realized how late it had gotten. All this time his trusty horse had continued to pull them along without much as the slightest input from her driver. This wasn't the first time they had traveled this stretch of road so she probably remembered the route well. Thinking back on what Azalea had said about her, she had pulled his wagon for many years and was nearing retirement age for. He needed to find a place where she could live out her golden years at the next opportunity. He had a place in mind but would have to consult the owners. It was late afternoon and the sun still had a few hours before it set. He should probably find a secluded camping place soon. Unfortunately there were no inns on this stretch of road. He didn't like to be too near the road, especially with a fire. It shouted come rob me to any potential bandits looking for an easy target. Looking down at the small naked form in his lap. She was fast asleep, her chest rising and falling with each breath. He fondly stroked her hair and wondered why he enjoyed it so much. Maybe it was something akin to petting a cute kitten or bunny. "I wonder if she gets cold?" He grabbed his vest and draped a corner of it over her. Scooping up her discarded clothes on the bench next to him he placed them in his bag to make sure they didn't get lost or damaged; although the thought of her floating naked next to him all the time did have a certain appeal. But she also looked really cute in these clothes. "I wonder what she would look like in other outfits?" His imagination swirled with possibilities. The dresses the farmer's daughters wore had a simple and rustic appeal with their laced top dresses, rolled up sleeves and small aprons. On the rare opportunity he had dropped goods off at a rich lord's manor. The maids there were dressed up in an outfit Azalea would look adorable in. Maybe he could get a tailor to make some miniature versions. Several more ideas entered his head, some wholesome, some not so wholesome. In any case he'd ask her about her clothes' craftsmanship later because he was curious about their durability and maybe suggest if she'd be open to the idea of a little dress up. Taking a final look to make sure everything was cleaned up and in order his eyes fell on the puddle she had first made on the bench. He stared at it for a long moment; slowly extended his finger, hovered just above as if trying to come to a decision. Running his finger through the liquid part that hadn't quite dried he brought it close and looked at it. "What kind of pervert am I becoming? First wanting to see her naked or dress her up like a doll, and now wanting to lick her juices from a bench." He thought self-deprecatingly. Shrugging in defeat to his own immoral desire he licked his finger. The taste still had traces of her but much less potent then it had when he experienced it directly from the source. He was sure he'd become addicted to this flavor in time. Dragging his thoughts away to more practical matters he considered how best to take care of her. Should he try to sew her a little sleeping bag and blanket, maybe a pocket in his shirts when and if she got tired or they needed to be more discreet about her presence. What did she eat? Did she eat at all? She mentioned human cuisine so she probably did. What other things wasn't he considering that he needed to to take care of her. Devin sometimes got lost in his own thought processes and tended to over think things. "One thing at a time." He reminded himself. Tearing his mind away back to the most immediate concern, reach a place he felt safe camping at and settle in for the night. Taking the reins, the horse, wagon and its two occupants bounced along down the old king's highway. To be continued in part 2, by Scholarly Mori for Literotica.

Roadblock is in the books and Draped in Gold is back. Flobo chats bout Australia, Jack drops big news about Mortal Kombat 1, and we break down the NXT title pictures. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/drapedingold/support

Join Premium! Ready for an ad-free meditation experience? Join Premium now and get every episode from ALL of our podcasts completely ad-free now! Just a few clicks makes it easy for you to listen on your favorite podcast player.  Become a PREMIUM member today by going to --> https://WomensMeditationNetwork.com/premium Still your mind,  And all those racing thoughts, Those thoughts  That take you  away from you. And let yourself, Come into the quiet. PAUSE Embrace the quiet. Feel its peace And balance. Allow it to center you, Ground you, Connect you. PAUSE In this space of stillness, You find comfort. That place inside you, That feels warm,  and snugly, Like drinking tea,  by a fire, Draped in a blanket. PAUSE Stay in that place, That feels both  Free and safe, At the same time. PAUSE Bask in the comfort. Bask in the peace. Bask in being you. PAUSE  Breathe in,  And find that corner inside you, Where your heart  And mind, Are at ease. PAUSE That corner where  you give yourself permission, To just be.  No rushing, No doing, Just being, Wrapped in comfort.  PAUSE Take a minute to explore This part of you. This sanctuary of self, That brims with Safety, Fun, Sacredness. PAUSE Breathe in the comfort. And hold that space inside you, Now and Always  NAMASTE, BEAUTIFUL

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Send us a Text Message.As we honor the birthday of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., the CJ Moneyway Show returns with a fervent second season that excavates the profound significance of Dr. King's final speech and its eerie echoes in our current societal struggles. Draped in the rich tapestry of his words, we'll take a hard look at homelessness, injustice, and the civil rights battles that persist today. You'll be invited to contemplate the solemn duty each of us holds in the fight to maintain the core values of freedom and equality, as the roar of an approaching presidential election amplifies.The landscape of our American dream is marred by the twin perils of materialism and ignorance, a subject we confront with unflinching candor in this episode. I'll be your guide through a conversation that challenges you to foster gratitude and foresight, crucial beacons in these tumultuous times. The specter of unchecked leadership and the looming threat of a dictatorship loom over us, serving as a clarion call to remember our history, engage in informed democracy, and fiercely protect the sacrifices of those who walked before us in the pursuit of civil liberties.Finally, we navigate the tumultuous sea of recognition and conformity, where societal currents can confine even the most iconic figures among us. You'll hear how individuals like Kanye West and Michael Jordan wrestle with expectations and the importance of staying true to one's path—whether it's at a saunter, stride, or sprint. Join me, CJ Moneyway, as we celebrate authenticity and the courage to embrace our unique journeys, proving that progress is not a race but a personal quest for meaning.Welcome to The CJ Moneyway Show Podcast! The Podcast Show where we Unlock Potential, One Dream at a Time. Today, we have another guest whose journey is truly worth hearing. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the Moneyway experience. Don't miss out on CJ Moneyway's book, "Both Eyes Open and Both Eyes Shut." And get ready to pre-order his upcoming release, "The Issues of Life," coming soon. Moneyway aiming to inspire! Thank you for listening to The CJ Moneyway Show! Don't forget to share this episode with your friends, leave a comment, and drop a review. Be sure to tune in every Tuesday and Friday for more inspiring journeys. Who knows, your story might be next. Support the Show.The C. J Moneyway Showc.jmoneyway@gmail.comFacebook: Author Corwin JohnsonInstagram: c.j_moneywayYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@themoneywayshow8493https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-c-j-moneyway-show/id1707761906https://open.spotify.com/show/4khDpzlfVZCnyZ7mBuC4U1?si=kNrejibvQH-X3dOpRmu6AAhttps://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLVMwsp-9xLNaTBO4U97He0Ct_HldYbnAp&si=bmlctXwgxJe0cjzdWhether you're an entrepreneur, aspiring author, or just someone looking for a dose of motivation, this episode is packed with valuable insights and actionable advice. Don't forget to subscribe, rate, and review The CJ Moneyway Show on your favorite podcast platform. Your support helps us bring you more amazing guests and content each week! Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/the-c-j-moneyway-show/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Jeffrey Epstein and his finances remain shrouded in mystery even in death.On today's show we will take another look at Epstein's finances and one of the vehicles he used to increase his wealth.(Commercial at 16:08)To contact me:Bobbycapucci@protonmail.comSource:https://wallstreetonparade.com/2019/07/tax-filing-suggests-child-sex-offender-jeffrey-epstein-made-his-wealth-flipping-hot-ipos-on-wall-street/This show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/5003294/advertisement

I was joined by Flobo Boyce of 'Draped in Gold' NXT podcast. He is a Manchester City fan and I challenged him to compare our current 23/24 Man City side to WWE/NXT wrestlers. You don't have to be a fan of wrestling to appreciate this episode. Honestly, googling the wrestler after could be lit af. Let us know what you think of the episode!?Support the showClick Link to SOB Social Media accounts and Merch Store!https://linktr.ee/shadesofbluepodcast

Haunted Louisiana   On the Gulf Coast lies a state with a personality all its own. When one hears the name Louisiana, images of the French Quarter and the bayou are likely some of the first things to come to mind; places that are wild and refined in turns. Draped across this unique landscape lies a deep and complex history that is as varied as the terrain that it covers… Sometimes beautiful, sometimes horrifying, and almost always curious. Against this backdrop stands tales of the paranormal and the bizarre, just a sampling of which we have to share with you tonight… When you're done listening to this episode, be sure to go back and check out some of our previous shows where we have featured the ghosts of Louisiana: Haunted Hotels - Volume 1 (August 3, 2020), American Cryptids - Part 1 (February 28, 2022), Spirits of the Sporting World (January 31, 2022), Eerie Paddles (September 13, 2023), and Haunted Cemeteries (October 12, 2020), just to name a few...

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Under the sea…lives a conspiracy (maybe?) The biggest news of the week has been the missing, now found, submarine. We speculate which leads to a critique of one of the passenger's stepsons who chose to attend a concert and message an Only Fans model. Mal defends his disdain towards stepchildren. Cardi B provided her point of view which led to a conversation about her and Tasha K. Meanwhile in Paris, Pharrell hosted his first Louis Vuitton fashion show. All the stars were out and hip-hop beef made its way to the runway. Pusha T finally responds to Jim Jones on a previewed song during the show. While old head beef continues XXL ushers this year's freshmen class. This leads to a conversation about Ice Spice, Kim Kardashian, and Kanye. YK Osiris is back with a nasty PR move. We recall some of our favorite ridiculous moments in hip-hop PR history. Young Thug is making his return and we give our predictions and Julian calls Gunna's first week sales. Nicki is back to beefing, but this time with Saweetie. Now it's time to get into voicemails which continues to be a relationship segment, but this time we add a “is this hip-hop” question. Tune in as the guys discuss all of this + more!

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Coleman is at the helm with features on local gigs from Dead Quiet, Tribunal, and Wolves in the Throne Room; a ton of new music from Phrozen, Megaton Sword, Godflesh, Atemporal, and more; and a few birthday shoutouts for the 10th anniversary of the Vhol debut and the 40th anniversary of the Iron Maiden classic, Piece of Mind. Giddy-up!

The Katherine Massey Book Club @ The C.O.W.S. hosts the 15th and final study session on Mário Filho's 1947 The Black Man in Brazilian Soccer, translated to English by Jack A. Draper III. Football legend Pelé finally appeared in the text briefly last weekly, and he'll dominate as we finish the text this week. The three time World Cup champion changed the way the business of soccer is done. We'll pay close attention to the details of his life and times as we wrap things up. It's been a fascinating time to learn about Brazil. The numerous school attacks and ongoing hooliganism surrounding last year's presidential election greatly informed how Gus processed the information in this book. Last week, we learned a new Racist slur: "moleque." This word is used specifically to insult black males. Draped includes a footnote that explains this term and he adds that Filho used this term to degrade black male players. The phrase "street urchin" litters the entire book and is described as a sanitized synonym to moleque. We also heard more talk about kinky hair and extra, super dark black males. #WhiteGeneticAnnihilation #TheCOWS14Years INVEST in The COWS – http://paypal.me/TheCOWS Cash App: https://cash.app/$TheCOWS CALL IN NUMBER: 605.313.5164 CODE: 564943#

Beer turns the Drunk Guys into goons this week when they read A Visit From the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan. They also make a powerpoint about beer, including: Draped in Jam – Peanut Butter Stuffed French Toast by Fifth Frame, Time to Pretend by Beer Tree Brew, and Green

As this project comes to an end within a matter of days, here are glimpses of future work—teases from PERSEPHONE IS A BLACK WOMAN. Make sure you follow this space for all pre-order information. Remember to rate, recommend, and review this podcast wherever you listen. Thank you. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/onthewritersblock/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/onthewritersblock/support

"Thank you from the bottom of my heart, for the greatest privilege of my life." Jacinda Ardern has bowed out of her Prime Ministerial duties with one final trip to Rātana. Politicians of all stripes descended on the small village near Whanganui for the political year's unofficial curtain raiser. Draped in a korowai, the outgoing PM walked onto the pā with her party colleagues, on her last official day in the job. 'You do you' - is the advice she's given her successor, Chris Hipkins, who will be sworn in tomorrow. Our political reporter Giles Dexter was there.  

553 - Recorded live on December 27, 2022 Nidrosian Black Metal Book Special - For this episode I have teamed with the artist behind Ancient Black Art for a tribute to Steingrim and the Nidrosian Black Metal scene. More information on the book can be found through the following links: cultneverdies.com/books/nidrosian-black-metal facebook.com/NidrosianBlackMetal Ambience for the night: Unbeing - Unbeing Black, Draped in Unlife **Playlist - curated by Ancient Black Art** 1) Selvhat - Befrielsens Pine 2) Celestial Bloodshed - Mitt Rike 3) Grenjar - Av Eldre Kunst 4) Mare - Nightbound 5) Whoredom Rife - Gitt til Odin 6) Castrum Doloris - I Shall Become 7) Dark Sonority - Call From the Grave (Bathory cover) 8) Ritual Death - Darkness of Death 9) Vemod - Det bles kringom fjell og skog 10) One Tail, One Head - Cleanse, Enshrine In Madness 11) Celestial Bloodshed - Manifested Darkness, Bloodred Sunrise 12) Slagmaur - Vandalens Hevn 13) Selvhat - Mørkets Kraft - Smertens Makt **talk** 14) Kaosritual - Svøpt Morgenrød Live every Tuesday at 9pm ET on BostonFreeRadio.com

Teenage climate activists in Nigeria's largest city are recycling trash into runway outfits for a “Trashion Show.” Chinedu Mogbo, founder of Greenfingers Wildlife Initiative, a conservation group working with the activists, said the show was designed to raise awareness about environmental pollution. Lagos, one of Africa's most populous cities with more than 15 million people, generates at least 12,000 metric tons of waste daily, authorities say. And implementation of environmental laws is poor: The World Bank estimates that pollution kills at least 30,000 people in this city every year. This year's show came just as world leaders wrapped up two weeks of U.N. climate talks in Egypt. In collaboration with young activists and models, the Greenfingers Wildlife Initiative says it's out to recycle as many plastics as possible, one community at a time. It organizes regular trash clean-ups across communities, at drainage ditches and beaches. The plastic litter is then used to create fabrics for the fashion show. Draped in red plastic spoons and fabric, 16-year-old Nethaniel Edegwa said she joined this year's edition as a model “to make a change." "We can see that we are all being affected by the climate change, so I really want to make a difference,” Edegwa said. This article was provided by The Associated Press.

The Conseil Européen pour la Recherche Nucléaire", or European Council for Nuclear Research ie: C E R N is supposedly the highest pinnacle of scientific research on earth. But the collider they have assembled to “discover the God particle” is just a cover story for their real intent. Draped in “advanced science”, the pagan satanic aesthetic prolific throughout their promo pieces and inaugural parades are extremely dark and filled to the brim with half nude dancers and whirling dervishes being driven on by a baphomet figure and nephilim angels cultivating in faux orgies.This is science? The statue of SHIVA the god/goddess of destruction that stands proudly in front of their main building has been the subject of intense controversy including a supposed fake satanic sacrifice captured by an amateur photographer that has been mostly deleted off the internet. Digging deeper (and even quoting one of the higher ups), their true intent is to open up a demonic portal for the gods (nephilim). This show is a WILD RIDE indeed. Warning - there is some graphic language, but please join Carl and Bryan for this not to be missed exposé of complete darkness! Become a Freedom First TV subscriber using code CARL for 25% off at https://freedomfirst.tv/subscribe.See if investing in gold is right for you at https://ourgoldguy.com.Start your day with the most patriotic coffee in America… it tastes like FREEDOM! Use code CARL when you order at https://freedomfirstcoffee.com.

With #NXTUK ending, we present to you the final edition of the Draped in Gold. Jack Farmer (@realjackfarmer) and Flobo Boyce (@floboboyce) break down the final episode of NXTUK, preview Worlds Collide, and Draped in Gold memories! --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/drapedingold/support

Writers working on projects that are destined to be published—to be read—can struggle with nerves. We edit our words before they have a chance to breathe on the page. We hold back our true feelings and opinions. We forget to play with language. Serious Writers Need to Play I tend to encourage my clients to move toward practical goals, to create work that is going to be published. But at the same time, I also encourage writers to play, to get past the gates we put in front of ourselves and try to tap into those first thoughts without fear of being misunderstood. If you're a writer taking yourself a little too seriously, I have just the thing for you today—a writing exercise you can play with in your writing journal, where nobody will see it. The Creative Writing Exercise: A Three-Line Poem This one comes from Imaginative Writing by Janet Burroway. When you're done, you'll end up with a three-line poem (24). Each of the lines has a template you can follow. ➤ Line 1: abstraction + verb + place ➤ Line 2: describe attire ➤ Line 3: summarize an action Here's one of her examples. Hunger yells in the hallway, draped in symbols; he stomps and shouts, "Hear me now!" Notice how she plays with the template. Line 1: "Hunger" is the abstraction"Yells" is the verb"In the hallway" is the place Line 2: "Draped in symbols" is her way of describing some attire. Line 3: "He stomps and shouts, 'Hear me now!'" describes action. It's okay if your poems come out a little weird or kooky. That's part of the fun of it. Your Turn: Try It! You're putting together ideas and images and creating something fresh—have fun with it! Don't overthink the noun, the verb, or the action. Simply play. Join Others in The Art & Craft of Writing This offers a taste of some of the exercises we are going to play with in The Art and Craft of Writing. If you're reading this before August 29, 2022, you have a chance to sign up for a fall intensive I'm running: an eight-week program designed to help you get input on your writing while you learn literary techniques and put them into practice. You'll get eyes on your work from peers in the cohort and from me, as well! If you're coming across this information after the fact, go to annkroeker.com/acw, which will take you to the page where you can sign up if it's live or get on the waitlist if it's not. You don't have to wait for that or even be in the program to play with writing. You can start today, with this three-line poem. While you're playing with your own words in your writing notebook, you don't have to share anything with anybody. It's just a chance to warm up—to get the creative juices flowing. Creative Writing with Your Coach That said, maybe it helps to know that this writing coach loves to play with words. Would you like to see what I came up with, just for fun? Here's one: Ideas skid across my path; jaunty in their tilted caps and leprechaun-green suits, they dance a jig, daring me to catch them. Here's another: Time slithers under the bedroom door,its wrinkled skin sloughing offas it scrapes the wood and leaves me behind, guilty of pressing snooze once more. Experiment, Play, and (if you want) Share Your Poem If you end up writing your own three-line poem and like the way it turned out—and you wouldn't mind sharing it publicly—drop it into the comments below. Or you could share it with me privately via email. I'd love to see what you come up with. As writers, we do the work of writing, but by experimenting with a creative writing exercise now and then, we can also play. Footnote: Burroway, Janet. Imaginative Writing: The Elements of Craft. Pearson, 2015. Page 24.

Jack Farmer returns on the 102nd edition of Draped in Gold. We're chatting the NXTUK Title tournament, NXT Heatwave preview, and why won't Tiffany Stratton leave Wendy Choo alone?! --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/drapedingold/support

Steve Kaufmann returns this week in place in Jack Farmer this week on "Draped in Gold." We got an update on the NXTUK Championship, and the Womens Division on both sides of the pond was front in center! --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/drapedingold/support

Flobo and Jack are back to breakdown #NXTUK and #WWENXT for the 98th episode of "Draped in Gold." --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/drapedingold/support

NXTUK and NXT had Damon Kemp appearances this week as #WWENXT and #NXTUK rolls on. Sarray is going to UK next week? Sign us up! Flobo Boyce and Jack Farmer are Draped in Gold. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/drapedingold/support

NXTUK wasn't uploaded to Peacock in time for our regular episode of Draped, so Flobo is on hand with an audio-exclusive mini recap of this week's UK show. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/drapedingold/support

Steve Kaufmann from AdFreeShows joins the show in for Jack Farmer on this special edition of of Draped in Gold. We're talking the tag team match in NXTUK and Bron's new opponent in Joe Gacy on NXT. PLUS, Draped In Gold has merch! Support the show by visiting bit.ly/drapedingold --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/drapedingold/support

Historyoftheusmintpodcast@gmail.com Sources: "A Guide Book of United States Coins" 2022 edition by R.S. Yeoman "Grading Coins By Photograph" 2nd edition By Q. David Bowers PCGS Coinfacts Wikipedia-"Draped Bust" Wikipedia-"Large Cents" --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/larry-eiffel-smith/message

Before Flobo and Jack go on a break for WWE WrestleMania, Draped in Gold is back to tackle A-Kid wrestling across the pond, Meiko Satomura retaining and more! Learn more at DrapedinGold.com --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/drapedingold/support

A-Kid is going to NXT 2.0 while he was in action on NXTUK on a jampacked week of wrestling action. Check out Draped in Gold at DrapedInGold.com --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/drapedingold/support

We hope you enjoyed this short episode about Draped Bust Half Cents. Feel free to email us at historyoftheusmintpodcast@gmail.com. Sources: https://www.pcgs.com/coinfacts/category/half-cents/draped-bust-half-cent-1800-1808/653 https://www.ebay.com/sch/i.html?_from=R40&_trksid=p2499334.m570.l1313&_nkw=draped+bust+half+cents&_sacat=173591 --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/larry-eiffel-smith/message

BBC Presenter Sheridan Voysey looks at the continued proliferation of conspiracy theories and fake news, and how we can see through them. Carmen talks about the 13 soldiers who died recently in Afghanistan, their sacrifice, and the ways it points to the Gospel.

BBC Presenter Sheridan Voysey looks at the continued proliferation of conspiracy theories and fake news, and how we can see through them. Carmen talks about the 13 soldiers who died recently in Afghanistan, their sacrifice, and the ways it points to the Gospel.