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Physicien, ingénieur hydraulicien, artiste de cirque et champion de France de pole sport : Jemi Van Dijk est un homme aux trajectoires multiples.Né à Saint-Martin, il grandit entre les vagues et les saltos autodidactes sur la plage. Brillant élève, il décroche l'agrégation de physique, devient professeur en classes préparatoires, et poursuit un doctorat.Mais un jour, la danse entre dans son corps — et tout bascule.Dans cet épisode, il revient sur ce chemin inattendu : du monde scientifique à la scène, de la rigueur mentale à la liberté du mouvement. Il raconte ses débuts en salsa, ses formations en yoga, pilates et pole dance, discipline dans laquelle il excelle aujourd'hui au niveau international.Entre force et vulnérabilité, Jemi interroge les normes, les stéréotypes, et le regard posé sur les corps masculins dansants.Avec sincérité, il nous parle du pouvoir de la danse : celui de se réconcilier avec soi et de reprendre possession de son corps.Il sera le 24 mai 2025 dans le spectacle Les Cœurs Rouges d'Alexandre Blondel au Carreau du templehttps://www.lecarreaudutemple.eu/evenements/festival-jogging-2025-les-coeurs-rouges-alexandre-blondel/

I ftuar në “Live From Tirana” me Ronaldo Sharkën, ka qenë eksperti i IT, Ardit Gavani. Ai ka folur më shumë mbi bullizmin online dhe jo vetëm, duke dhënë këshillat e tij se si të mos bini pre e sulmeve kibernetike…

Wildfires in LA? Clearly, DEI's to blame! Companies like Meta and Walmart are proudly cutting back their Diversity, Equity & Inclusion programs. Just as DEI continues to take the blame for everything from a bridge collapse in Baltimore to a NZ Navy ship accident and now this week the catastrophic fires in Los Angeles. Today, we speak with two guests to outline what's going on, what this could mean for Australia, and just how damaging the rhetoric about DEI is to those who already face additional challenges in their careers. Prabha Nandagopal is a human rights and discrimination lawyer who recently established Elevat Consulting Partners. She outlines the issue and urges leaders to consider the evidence regarding diversity and inclusion practices. Jemi Jeng is an entrepreneur (founder of Penny) and also works int he NSW public sector. She shares a personal take on the damage this rhetoric about D&I programs can do, and the casse for inclusive practices to better tap the full potential of the workforce. More on our guests Prabha Nandagopal has been involved in eliminating sexual harm, sexual harassment and systemic discrimination in Australia for many years, including with the development of the positive duty to eliminate sexual harassment and sex discrimination from inception to implementation. In 2020, she was senior legal advisor to the Respect@Work National Inquiry and helped shape the positive duty regulatory scheme. She also led the development of the Australian Human Rights Commission's new positive duty guidance material and established the Commission's positive duty compliance and enforcement team.She founded Elevate Consulting Partners in 2022 to support the work of organisations committed to positive change. Jemi Jeng is the founder of Penny - a startup helping women achieve their homeownership and financial goals. She is also a Program Manager with the NSW Department of Customer Service. Jemi has undertaken her own research on racism at work and written on the topic for Women's Agenda. Jemi recently shared a mini keynote with Women's Agenda. See a preview here. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Çdo mëngjes zgjohuni me “Wake Up”, programi i njëkohshëm radio-televiziv i “Top Channel” e “Top Albania Radio”, në thelb ka përcjelljen e informacionit më të nevojshëm për mëngjesin. Në “Wake Up” gjeni leximin e gazetave, analiza të ndryshme, informacione utilitare, këmbimin valuator, parashikimin e motit, biseda me të ftuarit në studio për tema të aktualitetit, nga jeta e përditshme urbane e deri tek arti dhe spektakli si dhe personazhe interesantë. Zgjimi në “Wake Up” është ritmik dhe me buzëqeshje. 

Jemi vërtet radio më e dashur dhe më e dëgjuar e shqiptarëve por nuk do të thotë që jemi perfekt. Fundja të jesh perfekt është pak e mërzitshme. Ndaj siç është bërë zakon ditën e fundit të vitit nuk e censurojmë veten, fusim on-air ato që na kanë shpëtuar dhe ato që ua kemi kursyer për një vit të tërë për t'i shijuar ndërkohë që bëni përgatitjet e fundit për festën e madhe.

Jemi vërtet radio më e dashur dhe më e dëgjuar e shqiptarëve por nuk do të thotë që jemi perfekt. Fundja të jesh perfekt është pak e mërzitshme. Ndaj siç është bërë zakon ditën e fundit të vitit nuk e censurojmë veten, fusim on-air ato që na kanë shpëtuar dhe ato që ua kemi kursyer për një vit të tërë për t'i shijuar ndërkohë që bëni përgatitjet e fundit për festën e madhe.

Top Albania Radio mendon për të gjithë, duke ju sugjeruar planet perfekte gjatë këtyre ditëve festive. Dea Vieri, së bashku me të ftuarit e saj, ju vijnë në ndihmë në “Magjia e Festave”. E ftuar sot në “Magjia e Festave” ishte influencerja e njohur dhe shumë e dashur Keisli Alia. Ajo u shpreh për festat e fundvitit dhe tregoi detaje nga jeta e saj mes rrjeteve sociale dhe familjes e prindërimit. 

E ftuar në “Live From Tirana” ka qenë Neda Balluku, për të folur mbi Ditën Ndërkombëtare kundër Dhunës ndaj Gruas. Ja çfarë ka Neda për të thënë…

Të ftuara në studion e “Live From Tirana” kanë qenë psikologia Valbona Miekley dhe ish-banorja e “Big Brother VIP 2”, Antoneta Koçi. Ato kanë folur më shumë mbi marrëdhëniet toksike, xhelozitë, si dhe shumë aspekte të tjera në çift.

Mookie and the Magic Egg, Story 7 Mookie and Grandpa are trying to decide how to care for the Chromanian Dragon whose egg was left in their chicken coop. With the help of this podcast's favorite gnome and his blustery little buddy Brizbane the Mouse, you're sure to enjoy this original fairytale series.  The April Eight Songs and Stories Podcast is full of gentle, magical songs and tales for innocent ears. Perfect for bedtime, snack-time, dinner-time, car-time, any time you need a sweet, funny, entertaining story told. April Eight, Waldorf teacher and early grades specialist has been called a "world-class storyteller". She shares her original fairytales to delight and enchant the whole family. Sign up for free or for the paid subscription newsletter at Stay Up Late with April Eight Substack, and never miss any of the sweet content that April Eight shares with her audience. Enjoy bonus content, more songs, more stories, and more fun at https://aprileightuplate.substack.com/ Links for other April Eight stories mentioned: You can find these stories anywhere you listen to podcasts. Here are links directly from my podcast host. The Butterfly Adventurer - the original Thom Gnome series. Jemi and the Birthday Surprise. Sander and the Giant. Mookie and the Magic Egg really starts with this story - Larkin and the Troll. That should keep you busy until Mookie and the Magic Egg 8, the final story of this series, comes out on Wednesday, August 21st!

Sot e ftuar në emisionin “Live From Tirana” ka qenë politikania e njohur Lajla Përnaska. Ajo ka publikuar së fundmi librin e saj më të ri “Top Form”. Në radio ajo zbuloi me detaje dhe analizoji gjithçka që ajo ka pasqyruar në librin e saj ku sigurisht në fokus është shëndeti.

E ftuar në “Live from Tirana” ka qenë farmacistja Brunilda Hoxha për të folur rreth kujdesit që ne duhet të kemi për veten në plazh. Të gjithë i presim pushimet me dëshirë të madhe dhe shpesh harrojmë se dielli mund të jetë shumë i dëmshëm për lëkurën dhe flokët.

Listen to the full episode and get access to over 80 episodes when you join the Ready to Be Petty Patreon. For $5 USD/month, you get weekly episodes on trending topics and pop culture deep dives and entry to the Discord to chat with other listeners. Public episodes of Ready to Be Petty are on hiatus until September 2024. You can also check out Torry's other podcast, Ready to Be Romanced, which recaps and reviews romance novels and their tv/movie adaptations wherever you find podcasts. Full Episode Description: On this patreon exclusive, Torry (she/her) and Erin (she/her) from Shy Girl Sentiments to discuss pop culture news including: Jennifer Lopez cancelling her tour, Paul Mescal and Natalie Portman hanging out, and new Zac Clark and Kaitlyn Bristowe pictures. Then they discuss Demi Lovato's relationship to the Jonas Brothers from 2008 to present day. Buy official merch or an RTBP keychain on Etsy. Follow RTBP on Instagram, Tiktok, and Twitter. Photo by Mariah Burchell.

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Jemima provides Davy with kinky new insights into female sexuality.By Big galute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories."Davy if I could, I would marry you at this very moment.""Don't mock me.""I'm not, I'm serious."I didn't answer, finally realizing that I was stuck on a boat in the middle of the ocean with an insane woman."I don't know about God but I do know about the church and the clergy that tell us about sins of the flesh, many of the clergy are the biggest sinners amongst us." I stayed silent but knew that I'd heard many men on the river saying the same thing."Why can our bodies do such things? Why does it feel so wonderful when we do? Surely humans are designed to enjoy sex in whichever way they want?"I couldn't think of any answers to Jemi's words but still thought she was insane."I know that I have a high spirit and enjoy doing the things society tells me I mustn't, but that's not because I am bad but rather because I am free and should be allowed to make up my own mind. All the men I have ever been introduced to, have been vain, shallow, or stupid; sometimes all three."I listened to her profound words, but she wasn't yet done; "In a different situation we may never have met, or if we did we would not have spoken. But you are different from them, we are stuck on this little boat but you are sweetest, most sincere man I have ever met. I also sense a wild free-spirit inside you, longing to get out."Any doubts I had about Jemi's sincerity disappeared as she kissed me, a soft, gentle, loving kiss. We molded together as Jemi nuzzled her head into my chest and placed her leg across me, causing me to harden and grow and causing Jemi to giggle."I love you, and I love your tallywacker." She said before falling asleep.I awoke to the early morning sun and to Jemi sitting upright and smiling down at me, "Is it always that engorged in the mornings?" She asked, her eyes roving down my body and her smile widening, the mischievous glint back in her eye."Sometimes.""I've been staring at it for ages, it twitches and moves and you sometimes touch it in your sleep."She placed her hand to my forehead and laughed, "Good, no fever. Your face is so red I wondered."I went to sit up but Jemi gently pushed me back down, "Lay still, I want to study it awhile."I could have refused and insisted that we got busy with the sail but I was getting use to Jemi and knew there was no point."My friend Imogen says her husband's is short and fat, with a rather musty, unpleasant smell." "Yours appears to be long and fat and I could detect no unpleasant smells." Seeing my puzzled look, Jemi said, "I smelt it whilst you were asleep. Actually it was quite fascinating, I blew on it and it twitched. The bulbous gland at the top appears to be the most sensitive, the thick shaft less so."Laying there listening to my beautiful angel ruminate about my appendage was exhilarating and highly arousing and I knew that I wished it always to be so, I also knew that we needed to get sailing if we were to have any chance of survival."I think we should hoist our sail." I suggested, changing the subject."You're probably right." Jemi went quiet and I think I detected a new glow to her cheeks. "Imogen says that when her husband emits semen in the morning he is far more productive and it assuages any foul humor he may have." "Would you like to emit some semen?"I nodded, unable to refuse. "Teach me how, so I would know how best to do it." Jemi said.I wanted to ask what else Imogen had said but dared not, instead telling Jemi; “I just wrap my fingers around it and pull back & forth, Like you did last night." She thought about this for a while before asking, "Do you think of things when you do it?""Sometimes, last night was the first time anyone else has ever done it for me and I didn't need to think of anything.""I like the name tallywacker but for the purposes of my studies I will think of it as a penis, when you make love to me it can be your tallywacker."Before I could respond to this Jemi took my penis in her hand, "It is heavier than I imagined, maybe more than a pound, there is already fluid leaking out the top." Jemi ran a finger of the other hand across the fluid, the sensation causing my penis to twitch violently and me to take a sharp breath in. "Was that painful?" Jemi asked. "No, just sensitive. Almost ticklish, in a way”Jemi nodded as if storing this information away, she then brought her fingers to her face "A slight smell of ammonia and mildly salty flavor."I was enjoying Jemi's hand on my penis but I wasn't sure if I enjoyed being part of an experiment. She suddenly started shaking it violently, "The muscle tries to resist and the penis becomes harder, tell me, does that feel nice?""Slightly uncomfortable but not unpleasant." Jemi nodded and then started slapping my penis hard against her open palm, until it became too rigid to maneuver. I told her it was remarkably enjoyable."Do you think you could ejaculate from it?""I don't think so." She again nodded and placed her palm on top and pushed down hard, causing me to yelp.She looked at me, a wry smile and a shake of my head gave her the answer. "Can we get to the emitting of semen before I fall into foul humor?."Jemi smiled at my light mockery and started to gently stroke my penis."You're no good, Davy Arthur. When we get to dry land I shall have to find other penis's to experiment on." She let me stew on this for a moment, a serious expression on her face. As hurt and confusion invaded my heart she finally smiled "But this is the only tallywacker I ever want."I closed my eyes and smiled as the feeling of Jemi's firm, even strokes pulsed through me. The sensation became different, much warmer, softer and smoother. This rhythm became affectionate.A small gasp of pleasure escaped my lips and I opened my eyes to the shocking sight of Jemi's mouth engulfing my penis, her eyes alight with fire as she stared at me. She removed her mouth and sat upright, her hard nipples clearly visible through her chemise."Let me guess, Imogen?" I asked."Indeed, she said the skin becomes too dry and irritates, duck fat is too messy so one has to come up with other solutions." The whole time Jemi was talking, her fingers were making little circles on my glands, massaging her saliva in and causing my breath to shorten and my sack to tighten."She must write you a lot of letters.""Every night; once she has worn her rotter of a husband out. Imogen and I attended Miss Rogers finishing school for young ladies together, finishing school for the well-to-do young wenches more like. There were no men enrolled, of course; but everyone was very daring, Imogen being the most daring of all.She married Viscount Fornsby one year ago, he's fifteen years older than her and a complete deviant, not that Imogen is complaining, I think she finally met her match.""What other things has she written about?" Jemi smirked before tapping the side of her nose, understanding what I really wanted to know. Before answering she put more spittle onto her hand and resumed her gentle stroking.With a playful little upturn on her lips Jemi continued "I can't tell you more of her letters, you would be too shocked and your heart may well stop."I couldn't hide my disappointment, causing Jemi to laugh, "Are all men so obvious?"Jemi's hand was moving slowly, eliciting a pleasant, almost comforting feeling. Her thoughts seemed far away, eventually she said; "My mother died when I was quite young and my father employed a wonderful, elderly governess called Miss Gwendolyn Sharp, or ‘Gweny', as I affectionately called her. Gweny had been a governess her whole life and had some rather unconventional views on education. She believed that the female brain was equal too, and most probably superior too, that of the male. 'In my experience, young ladies brains are like sponges whilst young gentlemen's brains are like rocks' was one of her favourite sayings.""Gweny railed against the position of women in our society, installing in me a feisty, questioning, free-spirit. As she got older and became frailer she implored me to live my life to the full and to welcome and relish new experiences. She died shortly after my eighteenth birthday and I felt her passing greatly."Jemi had never stopped frigging my shaft throughout her story and the painful look of sorrow on her face changed to one of mirth as she said "More spittle needed I fear.""I thought Gweny had taught me everything but Imogen has certainly widened my horizons.""Gweny taught you how to have an open mind. Who taught you how to use your hand so well?""I'm learning as I go and by the twitching of your tallywacker I think I'm doing a good job."She was right. She was doing a good job and I could feel my explosion building, but I wanted to hear more of Imogen."What's the most shocking thing Imogen has ever told you?"Jemi pretended to be coy but was obviously bursting to tell me "Two days before we sailed I received a letter that even by Imogen's standards was shocking. Her husband had taken her to one of the barns and waiting for them there were a four of his gambling associates and two of the younger servants, a man & woman both around Imogen's age. He had made them strip and begin to procreate as they all watched.Imogen said it was actually quite boring, the only interesting thing being that the male servant was a horse of a man and Imogen was quite fascinated that the female accommodated him so easily. She said the female looked quite bored but the male soon built up a head of steam, fully encouraged by the lewd remarks of the assembled gentleman. Her husband stopped him before he shot his seed, telling him to pull out and asking Imogen if she would like to partake of his horse appendage.Imogen pretended to be shocked, and as excited as she was by all the eyes on her, she also found the salivating men gross and had no wish for them to view her lady bits. She stood up, but rather than go to the horse man she knelt between the female's legs and much to the shock of the assembled men, she buried her face in the woman's crotch and extended her long tongue, performing cunnilingus on her, soon making her tremble and gasp. The beautiful young female appeared to the men to be suffering a seizure, but continued to scream out; ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!'  The tormented male servant watched & jerked himself to ejaculation, spraying over both the women.”I felt Jemi squeeze the base of my penis as hard as she could "I have no wish for you to ejaculate until I'm ready for you to do so, Imogen said applying pressure here stems the flow and reduces the urge. Does it work?"I had to admit that it did indeed work. Jemi was pleased by this and repositioned herself in the boat, lying top to toe beside me, spreading her legs and inviting me to watch as she began to diddle her cunny."Oh it's very wet, here Davey feel." Unlike the evening before I had no hesitation, allowing Jemi to guide my hand as I put one and then two fingers inside her, the warmth and silky softness feeling amazing."I'll never finish my story if you keep that up." Jemi said with a small giggle as she removed my hand and placed it on my own rod, encouraging me to stroke slowly so as not to finish until she said so."Now where was I with my story?" Jemi said, her own breath shortening as she continued to tease herself. "I know. When Imogen had finished her oral ministrations she knelt up and kissed the female passionately on the lips, much to the grunts and groans of the assembled men who to a man had their todgers out and in their hands. She said the female whispered into her ear that she had a very educated tongue, Imogen was delighted with this and said she had her best friend, Jemima Fairweather to thank for that."I looked up, shocked at this. Jemi had a glow about her and said; “There is a whole, very different story that she might tell me about, one day. With a coy smile she continued with her story of the servants. "When the viscount and his pals left for their club that evening, Imogen met up with the servants again, their names were Thomas and Sarah and they were a married couple. The Viscount had employed them only a few days previously and they themselves said they came very highly recommended, not so much for their silver service skills as their willingness to entertain both the men and women of the house. Sarah was still glowing with pleasure; 'Tom has serviced many a lady but that's the first time the lady of the house has ever serviced me' Sarah told her.  'In fact, as well as feeling amazing you saved me a lot of hard work, if those dirty buggers hadn't spilt their seed watching you, then I would have had to drain it out of them.'”“Sarah then kissed Imogen which Imogen said made her knees weak. Imogen then went and fetched her husband's best port and the three of them got jolly drunk before Thomas and Sarah invited her into their bed. Imogen insisting they went to her bed as it was bigger and more comfortable.”“Imogen found them an absolute hoot and after they finished the port they got down to business, as it were. She said they were initially very gentle, both of them undressing her until she was fully naked, the two of them standing back and admiring her. She said she had never felt so exposed or so excited. Sarah then moved closer and asked her what she wanted to do 'Everything, I want to do everything' Imogen told them."

Jemima provides Davy with kinky new insights into female sexuality.By Big galute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories."Davy if I could, I would marry you at this very moment.""Don't mock me.""I'm not, I'm serious."I didn't answer, finally realizing that I was stuck on a boat in the middle of the ocean with an insane woman."I don't know about God but I do know about the church and the clergy that tell us about sins of the flesh, many of the clergy are the biggest sinners amongst us." I stayed silent but knew that I'd heard many men on the river saying the same thing."Why can our bodies do such things? Why does it feel so wonderful when we do? Surely humans are designed to enjoy sex in whichever way they want?"I couldn't think of any answers to Jemi's words but still thought she was insane."I know that I have a high spirit and enjoy doing the things society tells me I mustn't, but that's not because I am bad but rather because I am free and should be allowed to make up my own mind. All the men I have ever been introduced to, have been vain, shallow, or stupid; sometimes all three."I listened to her profound words, but she wasn't yet done; "In a different situation we may never have met, or if we did we would not have spoken. But you are different from them, we are stuck on this little boat but you are sweetest, most sincere man I have ever met. I also sense a wild free-spirit inside you, longing to get out."Any doubts I had about Jemi's sincerity disappeared as she kissed me, a soft, gentle, loving kiss. We molded together as Jemi nuzzled her head into my chest and placed her leg across me, causing me to harden and grow and causing Jemi to giggle."I love you, and I love your tallywacker." She said before falling asleep.I awoke to the early morning sun and to Jemi sitting upright and smiling down at me, "Is it always that engorged in the mornings?" She asked, her eyes roving down my body and her smile widening, the mischievous glint back in her eye."Sometimes.""I've been staring at it for ages, it twitches and moves and you sometimes touch it in your sleep."She placed her hand to my forehead and laughed, "Good, no fever. Your face is so red I wondered."I went to sit up but Jemi gently pushed me back down, "Lay still, I want to study it awhile."I could have refused and insisted that we got busy with the sail but I was getting use to Jemi and knew there was no point."My friend Imogen says her husband's is short and fat, with a rather musty, unpleasant smell." "Yours appears to be long and fat and I could detect no unpleasant smells." Seeing my puzzled look, Jemi said, "I smelt it whilst you were asleep. Actually it was quite fascinating, I blew on it and it twitched. The bulbous gland at the top appears to be the most sensitive, the thick shaft less so."Laying there listening to my beautiful angel ruminate about my appendage was exhilarating and highly arousing and I knew that I wished it always to be so, I also knew that we needed to get sailing if we were to have any chance of survival."I think we should hoist our sail." I suggested, changing the subject."You're probably right." Jemi went quiet and I think I detected a new glow to her cheeks. "Imogen says that when her husband emits semen in the morning he is far more productive and it assuages any foul humor he may have." "Would you like to emit some semen?"I nodded, unable to refuse. "Teach me how, so I would know how best to do it." Jemi said.I wanted to ask what else Imogen had said but dared not, instead telling Jemi; “I just wrap my fingers around it and pull back & forth, Like you did last night." She thought about this for a while before asking, "Do you think of things when you do it?""Sometimes, last night was the first time anyone else has ever done it for me and I didn't need to think of anything.""I like the name tallywacker but for the purposes of my studies I will think of it as a penis, when you make love to me it can be your tallywacker."Before I could respond to this Jemi took my penis in her hand, "It is heavier than I imagined, maybe more than a pound, there is already fluid leaking out the top." Jemi ran a finger of the other hand across the fluid, the sensation causing my penis to twitch violently and me to take a sharp breath in. "Was that painful?" Jemi asked. "No, just sensitive. Almost ticklish, in a way”Jemi nodded as if storing this information away, she then brought her fingers to her face "A slight smell of ammonia and mildly salty flavor."I was enjoying Jemi's hand on my penis but I wasn't sure if I enjoyed being part of an experiment. She suddenly started shaking it violently, "The muscle tries to resist and the penis becomes harder, tell me, does that feel nice?""Slightly uncomfortable but not unpleasant." Jemi nodded and then started slapping my penis hard against her open palm, until it became too rigid to maneuver. I told her it was remarkably enjoyable."Do you think you could ejaculate from it?""I don't think so." She again nodded and placed her palm on top and pushed down hard, causing me to yelp.She looked at me, a wry smile and a shake of my head gave her the answer. "Can we get to the emitting of semen before I fall into foul humor?."Jemi smiled at my light mockery and started to gently stroke my penis."You're no good, Davy Arthur. When we get to dry land I shall have to find other penis's to experiment on." She let me stew on this for a moment, a serious expression on her face. As hurt and confusion invaded my heart she finally smiled "But this is the only tallywacker I ever want."I closed my eyes and smiled as the feeling of Jemi's firm, even strokes pulsed through me. The sensation became different, much warmer, softer and smoother. This rhythm became affectionate.A small gasp of pleasure escaped my lips and I opened my eyes to the shocking sight of Jemi's mouth engulfing my penis, her eyes alight with fire as she stared at me. She removed her mouth and sat upright, her hard nipples clearly visible through her chemise."Let me guess, Imogen?" I asked."Indeed, she said the skin becomes too dry and irritates, duck fat is too messy so one has to come up with other solutions." The whole time Jemi was talking, her fingers were making little circles on my glands, massaging her saliva in and causing my breath to shorten and my sack to tighten."She must write you a lot of letters.""Every night; once she has worn her rotter of a husband out. Imogen and I attended Miss Rogers finishing school for young ladies together, finishing school for the well-to-do young wenches more like. There were no men enrolled, of course; but everyone was very daring, Imogen being the most daring of all.She married Viscount Fornsby one year ago, he's fifteen years older than her and a complete deviant, not that Imogen is complaining, I think she finally met her match.""What other things has she written about?" Jemi smirked before tapping the side of her nose, understanding what I really wanted to know. Before answering she put more spittle onto her hand and resumed her gentle stroking.With a playful little upturn on her lips Jemi continued "I can't tell you more of her letters, you would be too shocked and your heart may well stop."I couldn't hide my disappointment, causing Jemi to laugh, "Are all men so obvious?"Jemi's hand was moving slowly, eliciting a pleasant, almost comforting feeling. Her thoughts seemed far away, eventually she said; "My mother died when I was quite young and my father employed a wonderful, elderly governess called Miss Gwendolyn Sharp, or ‘Gweny', as I affectionately called her. Gweny had been a governess her whole life and had some rather unconventional views on education. She believed that the female brain was equal too, and most probably superior too, that of the male. 'In my experience, young ladies brains are like sponges whilst young gentlemen's brains are like rocks' was one of her favourite sayings.""Gweny railed against the position of women in our society, installing in me a feisty, questioning, free-spirit. As she got older and became frailer she implored me to live my life to the full and to welcome and relish new experiences. She died shortly after my eighteenth birthday and I felt her passing greatly."Jemi had never stopped frigging my shaft throughout her story and the painful look of sorrow on her face changed to one of mirth as she said "More spittle needed I fear.""I thought Gweny had taught me everything but Imogen has certainly widened my horizons.""Gweny taught you how to have an open mind. Who taught you how to use your hand so well?""I'm learning as I go and by the twitching of your tallywacker I think I'm doing a good job."She was right. She was doing a good job and I could feel my explosion building, but I wanted to hear more of Imogen."What's the most shocking thing Imogen has ever told you?"Jemi pretended to be coy but was obviously bursting to tell me "Two days before we sailed I received a letter that even by Imogen's standards was shocking. Her husband had taken her to one of the barns and waiting for them there were a four of his gambling associates and two of the younger servants, a man & woman both around Imogen's age. He had made them strip and begin to procreate as they all watched.Imogen said it was actually quite boring, the only interesting thing being that the male servant was a horse of a man and Imogen was quite fascinated that the female accommodated him so easily. She said the female looked quite bored but the male soon built up a head of steam, fully encouraged by the lewd remarks of the assembled gentleman. Her husband stopped him before he shot his seed, telling him to pull out and asking Imogen if she would like to partake of his horse appendage.Imogen pretended to be shocked, and as excited as she was by all the eyes on her, she also found the salivating men gross and had no wish for them to view her lady bits. She stood up, but rather than go to the horse man she knelt between the female's legs and much to the shock of the assembled men, she buried her face in the woman's crotch and extended her long tongue, performing cunnilingus on her, soon making her tremble and gasp. The beautiful young female appeared to the men to be suffering a seizure, but continued to scream out; ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!'  The tormented male servant watched & jerked himself to ejaculation, spraying over both the women.”I felt Jemi squeeze the base of my penis as hard as she could "I have no wish for you to ejaculate until I'm ready for you to do so, Imogen said applying pressure here stems the flow and reduces the urge. Does it work?"I had to admit that it did indeed work. Jemi was pleased by this and repositioned herself in the boat, lying top to toe beside me, spreading her legs and inviting me to watch as she began to diddle her cunny."Oh it's very wet, here Davey feel." Unlike the evening before I had no hesitation, allowing Jemi to guide my hand as I put one and then two fingers inside her, the warmth and silky softness feeling amazing."I'll never finish my story if you keep that up." Jemi said with a small giggle as she removed my hand and placed it on my own rod, encouraging me to stroke slowly so as not to finish until she said so."Now where was I with my story?" Jemi said, her own breath shortening as she continued to tease herself. "I know. When Imogen had finished her oral ministrations she knelt up and kissed the female passionately on the lips, much to the grunts and groans of the assembled men who to a man had their todgers out and in their hands. She said the female whispered into her ear that she had a very educated tongue, Imogen was delighted with this and said she had her best friend, Jemima Fairweather to thank for that."I looked up, shocked at this. Jemi had a glow about her and said; “There is a whole, very different story that she might tell me about, one day. With a coy smile she continued with her story of the servants. "When the viscount and his pals left for their club that evening, Imogen met up with the servants again, their names were Thomas and Sarah and they were a married couple. The Viscount had employed them only a few days previously and they themselves said they came very highly recommended, not so much for their silver service skills as their willingness to entertain both the men and women of the house. Sarah was still glowing with pleasure; 'Tom has serviced many a lady but that's the first time the lady of the house has ever serviced me' Sarah told her.  'In fact, as well as feeling amazing you saved me a lot of hard work, if those dirty buggers hadn't spilt their seed watching you, then I would have had to drain it out of them.'”“Sarah then kissed Imogen which Imogen said made her knees weak. Imogen then went and fetched her husband's best port and the three of them got jolly drunk before Thomas and Sarah invited her into their bed. Imogen insisting they went to her bed as it was bigger and more comfortable.”“Imogen found them an absolute hoot and after they finished the port they got down to business, as it were. She said they were initially very gentle, both of them undressing her until she was fully naked, the two of them standing back and admiring her. She said she had never felt so exposed or so excited. Sarah then moved closer and asked her what she wanted to do 'Everything, I want to do everything' Imogen told them."

Jemima provides Davy with kinky new insights into female sexuality.By Big galute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories."Davy if I could, I would marry you at this very moment.""Don't mock me.""I'm not, I'm serious."I didn't answer, finally realizing that I was stuck on a boat in the middle of the ocean with an insane woman."I don't know about God but I do know about the church and the clergy that tell us about sins of the flesh, many of the clergy are the biggest sinners amongst us." I stayed silent but knew that I'd heard many men on the river saying the same thing."Why can our bodies do such things? Why does it feel so wonderful when we do? Surely humans are designed to enjoy sex in whichever way they want?"I couldn't think of any answers to Jemi's words but still thought she was insane."I know that I have a high spirit and enjoy doing the things society tells me I mustn't, but that's not because I am bad but rather because I am free and should be allowed to make up my own mind. All the men I have ever been introduced to, have been vain, shallow, or stupid; sometimes all three."I listened to her profound words, but she wasn't yet done; "In a different situation we may never have met, or if we did we would not have spoken. But you are different from them, we are stuck on this little boat but you are sweetest, most sincere man I have ever met. I also sense a wild free-spirit inside you, longing to get out."Any doubts I had about Jemi's sincerity disappeared as she kissed me, a soft, gentle, loving kiss. We molded together as Jemi nuzzled her head into my chest and placed her leg across me, causing me to harden and grow and causing Jemi to giggle."I love you, and I love your tallywacker." She said before falling asleep.I awoke to the early morning sun and to Jemi sitting upright and smiling down at me, "Is it always that engorged in the mornings?" She asked, her eyes roving down my body and her smile widening, the mischievous glint back in her eye."Sometimes.""I've been staring at it for ages, it twitches and moves and you sometimes touch it in your sleep."She placed her hand to my forehead and laughed, "Good, no fever. Your face is so red I wondered."I went to sit up but Jemi gently pushed me back down, "Lay still, I want to study it awhile."I could have refused and insisted that we got busy with the sail but I was getting use to Jemi and knew there was no point."My friend Imogen says her husband's is short and fat, with a rather musty, unpleasant smell." "Yours appears to be long and fat and I could detect no unpleasant smells." Seeing my puzzled look, Jemi said, "I smelt it whilst you were asleep. Actually it was quite fascinating, I blew on it and it twitched. The bulbous gland at the top appears to be the most sensitive, the thick shaft less so."Laying there listening to my beautiful angel ruminate about my appendage was exhilarating and highly arousing and I knew that I wished it always to be so, I also knew that we needed to get sailing if we were to have any chance of survival."I think we should hoist our sail." I suggested, changing the subject."You're probably right." Jemi went quiet and I think I detected a new glow to her cheeks. "Imogen says that when her husband emits semen in the morning he is far more productive and it assuages any foul humor he may have." "Would you like to emit some semen?"I nodded, unable to refuse. "Teach me how, so I would know how best to do it." Jemi said.I wanted to ask what else Imogen had said but dared not, instead telling Jemi; “I just wrap my fingers around it and pull back & forth, Like you did last night." She thought about this for a while before asking, "Do you think of things when you do it?""Sometimes, last night was the first time anyone else has ever done it for me and I didn't need to think of anything.""I like the name tallywacker but for the purposes of my studies I will think of it as a penis, when you make love to me it can be your tallywacker."Before I could respond to this Jemi took my penis in her hand, "It is heavier than I imagined, maybe more than a pound, there is already fluid leaking out the top." Jemi ran a finger of the other hand across the fluid, the sensation causing my penis to twitch violently and me to take a sharp breath in. "Was that painful?" Jemi asked. "No, just sensitive. Almost ticklish, in a way”Jemi nodded as if storing this information away, she then brought her fingers to her face "A slight smell of ammonia and mildly salty flavor."I was enjoying Jemi's hand on my penis but I wasn't sure if I enjoyed being part of an experiment. She suddenly started shaking it violently, "The muscle tries to resist and the penis becomes harder, tell me, does that feel nice?""Slightly uncomfortable but not unpleasant." Jemi nodded and then started slapping my penis hard against her open palm, until it became too rigid to maneuver. I told her it was remarkably enjoyable."Do you think you could ejaculate from it?""I don't think so." She again nodded and placed her palm on top and pushed down hard, causing me to yelp.She looked at me, a wry smile and a shake of my head gave her the answer. "Can we get to the emitting of semen before I fall into foul humor?."Jemi smiled at my light mockery and started to gently stroke my penis."You're no good, Davy Arthur. When we get to dry land I shall have to find other penis's to experiment on." She let me stew on this for a moment, a serious expression on her face. As hurt and confusion invaded my heart she finally smiled "But this is the only tallywacker I ever want."I closed my eyes and smiled as the feeling of Jemi's firm, even strokes pulsed through me. The sensation became different, much warmer, softer and smoother. This rhythm became affectionate.A small gasp of pleasure escaped my lips and I opened my eyes to the shocking sight of Jemi's mouth engulfing my penis, her eyes alight with fire as she stared at me. She removed her mouth and sat upright, her hard nipples clearly visible through her chemise."Let me guess, Imogen?" I asked."Indeed, she said the skin becomes too dry and irritates, duck fat is too messy so one has to come up with other solutions." The whole time Jemi was talking, her fingers were making little circles on my glands, massaging her saliva in and causing my breath to shorten and my sack to tighten."She must write you a lot of letters.""Every night; once she has worn her rotter of a husband out. Imogen and I attended Miss Rogers finishing school for young ladies together, finishing school for the well-to-do young wenches more like. There were no men enrolled, of course; but everyone was very daring, Imogen being the most daring of all.She married Viscount Fornsby one year ago, he's fifteen years older than her and a complete deviant, not that Imogen is complaining, I think she finally met her match.""What other things has she written about?" Jemi smirked before tapping the side of her nose, understanding what I really wanted to know. Before answering she put more spittle onto her hand and resumed her gentle stroking.With a playful little upturn on her lips Jemi continued "I can't tell you more of her letters, you would be too shocked and your heart may well stop."I couldn't hide my disappointment, causing Jemi to laugh, "Are all men so obvious?"Jemi's hand was moving slowly, eliciting a pleasant, almost comforting feeling. Her thoughts seemed far away, eventually she said; "My mother died when I was quite young and my father employed a wonderful, elderly governess called Miss Gwendolyn Sharp, or ‘Gweny', as I affectionately called her. Gweny had been a governess her whole life and had some rather unconventional views on education. She believed that the female brain was equal too, and most probably superior too, that of the male. 'In my experience, young ladies brains are like sponges whilst young gentlemen's brains are like rocks' was one of her favourite sayings.""Gweny railed against the position of women in our society, installing in me a feisty, questioning, free-spirit. As she got older and became frailer she implored me to live my life to the full and to welcome and relish new experiences. She died shortly after my eighteenth birthday and I felt her passing greatly."Jemi had never stopped frigging my shaft throughout her story and the painful look of sorrow on her face changed to one of mirth as she said "More spittle needed I fear.""I thought Gweny had taught me everything but Imogen has certainly widened my horizons.""Gweny taught you how to have an open mind. Who taught you how to use your hand so well?""I'm learning as I go and by the twitching of your tallywacker I think I'm doing a good job."She was right. She was doing a good job and I could feel my explosion building, but I wanted to hear more of Imogen."What's the most shocking thing Imogen has ever told you?"Jemi pretended to be coy but was obviously bursting to tell me "Two days before we sailed I received a letter that even by Imogen's standards was shocking. Her husband had taken her to one of the barns and waiting for them there were a four of his gambling associates and two of the younger servants, a man & woman both around Imogen's age. He had made them strip and begin to procreate as they all watched.Imogen said it was actually quite boring, the only interesting thing being that the male servant was a horse of a man and Imogen was quite fascinated that the female accommodated him so easily. She said the female looked quite bored but the male soon built up a head of steam, fully encouraged by the lewd remarks of the assembled gentleman. Her husband stopped him before he shot his seed, telling him to pull out and asking Imogen if she would like to partake of his horse appendage.Imogen pretended to be shocked, and as excited as she was by all the eyes on her, she also found the salivating men gross and had no wish for them to view her lady bits. She stood up, but rather than go to the horse man she knelt between the female's legs and much to the shock of the assembled men, she buried her face in the woman's crotch and extended her long tongue, performing cunnilingus on her, soon making her tremble and gasp. The beautiful young female appeared to the men to be suffering a seizure, but continued to scream out; ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!'  The tormented male servant watched & jerked himself to ejaculation, spraying over both the women.”I felt Jemi squeeze the base of my penis as hard as she could "I have no wish for you to ejaculate until I'm ready for you to do so, Imogen said applying pressure here stems the flow and reduces the urge. Does it work?"I had to admit that it did indeed work. Jemi was pleased by this and repositioned herself in the boat, lying top to toe beside me, spreading her legs and inviting me to watch as she began to diddle her cunny."Oh it's very wet, here Davey feel." Unlike the evening before I had no hesitation, allowing Jemi to guide my hand as I put one and then two fingers inside her, the warmth and silky softness feeling amazing."I'll never finish my story if you keep that up." Jemi said with a small giggle as she removed my hand and placed it on my own rod, encouraging me to stroke slowly so as not to finish until she said so."Now where was I with my story?" Jemi said, her own breath shortening as she continued to tease herself. "I know. When Imogen had finished her oral ministrations she knelt up and kissed the female passionately on the lips, much to the grunts and groans of the assembled men who to a man had their todgers out and in their hands. She said the female whispered into her ear that she had a very educated tongue, Imogen was delighted with this and said she had her best friend, Jemima Fairweather to thank for that."I looked up, shocked at this. Jemi had a glow about her and said; “There is a whole, very different story that she might tell me about, one day. With a coy smile she continued with her story of the servants. "When the viscount and his pals left for their club that evening, Imogen met up with the servants again, their names were Thomas and Sarah and they were a married couple. The Viscount had employed them only a few days previously and they themselves said they came very highly recommended, not so much for their silver service skills as their willingness to entertain both the men and women of the house. Sarah was still glowing with pleasure; 'Tom has serviced many a lady but that's the first time the lady of the house has ever serviced me' Sarah told her.  'In fact, as well as feeling amazing you saved me a lot of hard work, if those dirty buggers hadn't spilt their seed watching you, then I would have had to drain it out of them.'”“Sarah then kissed Imogen which Imogen said made her knees weak. Imogen then went and fetched her husband's best port and the three of them got jolly drunk before Thomas and Sarah invited her into their bed. Imogen insisting they went to her bed as it was bigger and more comfortable.”“Imogen found them an absolute hoot and after they finished the port they got down to business, as it were. She said they were initially very gentle, both of them undressing her until she was fully naked, the two of them standing back and admiring her. She said she had never felt so exposed or so excited. Sarah then moved closer and asked her what she wanted to do 'Everything, I want to do everything' Imogen told them."

Two virgin shipwreck survivors share a lifeboat and a few more discoveries in the Victorian-eraBy Big galute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. "Man the lifeboats! Abandon ship! Abandon ship!"We had been at sea for ten days when the storm hit, our splendid vessel battered and broken into no more than firewood, all the passengers and crew seemingly lost.I came to, my legs dangling in the water and my arms and upper body atop some flotsam timbers. The sea around me was calm, with small pieces of wreckage everywhere. I tried to look around, the throbbing pain in my head and the low morning sun making it hard to focus; no one to be seen, just me.I pulled myself up onto the driftwood, too tired to think, my mind too blurred to do anything other than curl up and sleep.Davy, Davy Arthur that's me, eighteen years old and on my first ship. I'd grown up by the Thames, my father worked on the tugs but died when I was young. It was in my blood and I'd always dreamt of being at sea, then my mother died and I got a job as a stoker on the SS Cadwallader, sailing to the new world. In other words, I assisted in tending the boiler furnace for this steam ship named for a Welsh king from centuries ago.The several months I spent shoveling coal into the furnace, reduced my once-stocky six foot frame by more than 2 inches around my waistline."Hello, Hello. Are you okay there, are you alive?"I tried to follow the voice, a ladies voice, young and a bit wispy & screechy as she shouted out to me, "Hello, I'm over here, can you see me?" I slowly turned my head and body to the left, maybe 3 rods away from me was a small wooden life boat, a damsel frantically waving her arms at me. I managed to raise one arm to let her know I was alive and she started to paddle with one oar, the boat turning sideways rather than towards me, then I think I passed out again."Hello, are you alright, can you move?" The voice was much closer now, kind and posh, like the ladies I had sometimes overheard in coming out of tearooms in London. The boat was now less than a fathom from me but I felt hardly able to move, all my strength needed to perch up on one elbow."I'll hold out the oar, see if you can grab it." The wispy voice directed.I used my free arm to grab it, then held on for dear life and found myself getting right up to the starboard, till a soft hand grasped my wrist. "You'll have to help me, I can't pull you in by myself. Can you get onto your knees?"I did as she said, and rolled up over the rail, then plonked myself onto the small lifeboat, almost tipping us as I did so. "Oh you poor thing, you're all cuts and bruises." As she said this she supported my head and offered water to my lips, "Drink slowly in case you get sick." Consciousness was a fleeting state, and I could not decipher reality from delirious dreams.I looked up at her pale lips and beautiful green eyes and wondered if she were an angel and I was dead; my thoughts slipping as my eyes closed; the ripping of material and my angel saying "We must cover you from the sun." being the last sounds I heard.I felt a wet cloth on my forehead and heard soothing words being spoken, the smiling face of my ‘angel' looking down at me as I opened my eyes."Hello again." Came her pleasant greeting.  I think I smiled back and then tried to sit up"Take it easy, let me help you." She offered. I felt the wonderful softness of her body against mine as she set me upright.The spinning in my head slowed as I tried to focus and clear the fog in my brain; shipwreck, lifeboat, angel. "Do you remember going overboard and the ship sinking?" My angel asked.I shook my head, in the affirmative. "I think you must have banged your head pretty badly'” she assessed. “You have a nasty bruise on the side of it."I put my hand up and felt the tender area above my ear. "I think you have what Professor Gower refers to as a concussion, are you familiar with Professor Gower's work." I again shook my head in the negative."He's the eminent neurologist of our time. I think you should be okay in a day or two."I nodded, then asked; "What's your name, and are you an angel?"She looked taken-aback and then burst out laughing. "Oh my dear thing, no I'm not an angel and you are very much alive. My name's Jemima Fairweather but you may call me Jemi, all my friends do. What's your name?""Davy Arthur.""Nice to meet you Davy Arthur; & may I call you Davy?" I nodded to her. At that point I could care less what the skipper of the only lifeboat decided to call me."Now, how do we get out of this pickle." She asked, expecting me to be a seafaring expert.I followed her gaze as she looked around, nothing but water and us in a small wooden boat, no more than fifteen feet long. I looked around our boat; there were three small wooden boxes, only one rowing oar and Jemi, her elaborate bustle dress torn with several parts missing, and what looked like some of the dress material tied around her head.Seeing me stare, Jemi blushed slightly before explaining, "I lost my hat as I got into the boat and needed to cover my head from the sun, I used the rest of it to cover you."I became aware that I was wearing a sort of cloak over my shoulders, my vest nowhere to be seen and my already threadbare britches now even more tattered as they clung to my legs. Another small square of the dress was by my side and I guessed that that had covered my head."Thank you for rescuing me.""No need to thank me. Now tell me Davy, what did you do on board, do you know how to navigate?""I was a junior stoker, I don't know how to read charts and such but I know the tides on the Thames like the back of my hand."Jemi smiled sweetly. If she wasn't an angel then she was the most beautiful lady I had ever seen, her cheeks reddening as she caught my stare. "Well I've read a few books on navigation and if we can work out which way we need to go then maybe we can make a sail. Do you want something to eat?"I didn't know there was any food and must have looked confused, "I was put into the lifeboat first and then they handed down some boxes of provisions. As the other ladies went to get into the boat the ship listed badly and I broke away, soon after it sank." She looked as if she would cry."I'm very sorry for you if your husband or family were on board."She smiled, "No husband and my family are all in England. Actually if you promise not to tell anyone." She smiled wider as she looked around at the vast, empty sea, "that's why I'm here. My father wanted me to marry the horrid Marcus but I wanted to continue my education and become a scientist. My grandfather had left me an endowment for when I was twenty one, so I bought a ticket and ran away. I plan to attend university when I reach America." The sad look returned as she said this.Not wanting her to be sad I started telling her about myself, how I'd never been to school but enjoyed working on the tug and now wanted to see the world. How I'd courted Mary Deacy but when it had gotten serious I decided on the sea, before I settle down to marriage.She smiled, "So we're both running away." I nodded and smiled back"I think we have another few hours of sun before it gets dark. Cover your head and we'll eat something, then we'll see if we can make a sail." I hadn't a clue about how she planned on making a sail and was still a bit shook from the bang on the head. I knotted the dress material around my head and waited to see what food we had."If we ration ourselves I think we have enough food and water for three or four days, maybe more. It's mainly bread and some cured meat, also a little cheese which we should eat first." She opened one of the boxes and passed me some bread and cheese, trying to remember my manners I waited for her to start."Bon appétit." She declared, then took her first bite.Gently smiling at my puzzled look, Jemi said, "It means enjoy your meal, in French.""Bon appétit." I tried back.Jemi spoke rapidly as she ate "Where do you think our closest land is? I think we might be closer to the West Indies than we are to America. We should head north westerly; also I think there'll be more trading vessels in that direction, more chance of being rescued."I smiled at her enthusiasm and at her knowledge, "How are we going to make a sail?" I asked.She pointed at one of the benches in the boat, "That one has a hole in it, we can stand the oar up in it and use your belt to lash it tightly, if that works we'll use some of my dress to make a sail. As the sun goes down we'll know which way is west."She must have seen the worried look on my face, "Don't you think it'll work?" she asked."It's not that." I clarified."What then?" She said in a puzzled state.I went bright red, "My britches will fall down without my belt."Jemi tried but couldn't stop herself from laughing, "Oh Davy that's so funny, you'll still have your underpants on."I went even redder and Jemi realized, her own cheeks flushing. "You haven't got any underpants on, have you?"I shook my head, struggling to look at Jemi's smiling face, "Well we really need that belt, and I'll be down to my undergarments also."We finished the food in silence, Jemi smiling the whole time and I beginning to see the funny side of it and realizing that in the grand scheme of being stranded at sea, me losing my britches didn't matter. Worryingly, I found my penis beginning to twitch at the thought of it."How shall we do this,” Jemi implored; “Do you think we should fix the mast first or try and fashion a sail first?" As Jemi asked this she stood up and moved forward, the small boat instantly becoming unstable and beginning to rock "Well these ruddy boots will have to go for a start, I struggle to walk in them at the best of times, not alone balance on a small boat."She sat down and hiked her garments to her knees, giving me a delectable view of her stocking covered calf as she went about unfastening her boots. I quickly looked away as she caught me staring "Oh Davy you are funny, I think we'll be seeing a lot more of each other before we get off this boat." There was a slight mocking tone in her voice that I didn't like.Sensing my unease and embarrassment, Jemi continued in a softer tone "Davy, I want you to look at me." lifting my head I saw that her dress was still at her knees and Jemi was smiling at me, her beautiful face and eyes alive with merriment and mischief. She lifted her hem higher, parting her legs slightly as her fingers searched inside her chemise for the top of her stocking. I knew I should look away but couldn't, Jemi's fingers slowly rolling down her stocking and that first view of her gloriously soft, pale thighs. I think I may have stopped breathing, only Jemi's sigh bringing me back to life. Her cheeks had a high flush to them and her eyes appeared glazed as another deep breath escaped her soft lips, her legs parting once more as she felt for the other stocking.As she removed her stocking and lowered her dress Jemi looked straight at me, "Did you enjoy that?"I was in awe of her confidence and brazenness but found myself shocked, confused and upset at her forthrightness. "Miss, I may only be a stoker but please don't treat me as a fool."She moved closer and sat down in front of me, taking both my hands Jemi said, "Oh Davy I'm not treating you as a fool. I'm sorry if I shocked you but I've always wanted to feel a man's eyes on me the way yours were, their desire almost burning my skin. We may die on this boat and there's so many things I want to experience before I die." She paused as if thinking, "Have you ever kissed a girl?" before I could answer or even shake my head she leant in closer and kissed me, the sea saltiness of her lips soon replaced by the warmth and softness of her probing tongue.I kissed her back and went to hold her tighter but Jemi broke the embrace, smiling and then blushing as she looked down at the bulge in my britches "Later, we haven't got much time before nightfall, sail or mast first?" I took a deep breath and tried to clear my head."I think it would be difficult to attach any sort of sail standing up, we'd probably fall overboard. We should attach it first, then pull it out when the mast is secured." Jemi agreed with my suggestion and retrieved a knife from the provisions box. She turned around and sat down between my legs, "Help me undo this dress."Sensing my hesitancy Jemi spoke again, "Come on Davy, we need this dress if we're going to make a sail and beside I'll still have my chemise on."Her voice faltered as she said this, as if suddenly remembering something, "What?" I asked.

Two virgin shipwreck survivors share a lifeboat and a few more discoveries in the Victorian-eraBy Big galute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. "Man the lifeboats! Abandon ship! Abandon ship!"We had been at sea for ten days when the storm hit, our splendid vessel battered and broken into no more than firewood, all the passengers and crew seemingly lost.I came to, my legs dangling in the water and my arms and upper body atop some flotsam timbers. The sea around me was calm, with small pieces of wreckage everywhere. I tried to look around, the throbbing pain in my head and the low morning sun making it hard to focus; no one to be seen, just me.I pulled myself up onto the driftwood, too tired to think, my mind too blurred to do anything other than curl up and sleep.Davy, Davy Arthur that's me, eighteen years old and on my first ship. I'd grown up by the Thames, my father worked on the tugs but died when I was young. It was in my blood and I'd always dreamt of being at sea, then my mother died and I got a job as a stoker on the SS Cadwallader, sailing to the new world. In other words, I assisted in tending the boiler furnace for this steam ship named for a Welsh king from centuries ago.The several months I spent shoveling coal into the furnace, reduced my once-stocky six foot frame by more than 2 inches around my waistline."Hello, Hello. Are you okay there, are you alive?"I tried to follow the voice, a ladies voice, young and a bit wispy & screechy as she shouted out to me, "Hello, I'm over here, can you see me?" I slowly turned my head and body to the left, maybe 3 rods away from me was a small wooden life boat, a damsel frantically waving her arms at me. I managed to raise one arm to let her know I was alive and she started to paddle with one oar, the boat turning sideways rather than towards me, then I think I passed out again."Hello, are you alright, can you move?" The voice was much closer now, kind and posh, like the ladies I had sometimes overheard in coming out of tearooms in London. The boat was now less than a fathom from me but I felt hardly able to move, all my strength needed to perch up on one elbow."I'll hold out the oar, see if you can grab it." The wispy voice directed.I used my free arm to grab it, then held on for dear life and found myself getting right up to the starboard, till a soft hand grasped my wrist. "You'll have to help me, I can't pull you in by myself. Can you get onto your knees?"I did as she said, and rolled up over the rail, then plonked myself onto the small lifeboat, almost tipping us as I did so. "Oh you poor thing, you're all cuts and bruises." As she said this she supported my head and offered water to my lips, "Drink slowly in case you get sick." Consciousness was a fleeting state, and I could not decipher reality from delirious dreams.I looked up at her pale lips and beautiful green eyes and wondered if she were an angel and I was dead; my thoughts slipping as my eyes closed; the ripping of material and my angel saying "We must cover you from the sun." being the last sounds I heard.I felt a wet cloth on my forehead and heard soothing words being spoken, the smiling face of my ‘angel' looking down at me as I opened my eyes."Hello again." Came her pleasant greeting.  I think I smiled back and then tried to sit up"Take it easy, let me help you." She offered. I felt the wonderful softness of her body against mine as she set me upright.The spinning in my head slowed as I tried to focus and clear the fog in my brain; shipwreck, lifeboat, angel. "Do you remember going overboard and the ship sinking?" My angel asked.I shook my head, in the affirmative. "I think you must have banged your head pretty badly'” she assessed. “You have a nasty bruise on the side of it."I put my hand up and felt the tender area above my ear. "I think you have what Professor Gower refers to as a concussion, are you familiar with Professor Gower's work." I again shook my head in the negative."He's the eminent neurologist of our time. I think you should be okay in a day or two."I nodded, then asked; "What's your name, and are you an angel?"She looked taken-aback and then burst out laughing. "Oh my dear thing, no I'm not an angel and you are very much alive. My name's Jemima Fairweather but you may call me Jemi, all my friends do. What's your name?""Davy Arthur.""Nice to meet you Davy Arthur; & may I call you Davy?" I nodded to her. At that point I could care less what the skipper of the only lifeboat decided to call me."Now, how do we get out of this pickle." She asked, expecting me to be a seafaring expert.I followed her gaze as she looked around, nothing but water and us in a small wooden boat, no more than fifteen feet long. I looked around our boat; there were three small wooden boxes, only one rowing oar and Jemi, her elaborate bustle dress torn with several parts missing, and what looked like some of the dress material tied around her head.Seeing me stare, Jemi blushed slightly before explaining, "I lost my hat as I got into the boat and needed to cover my head from the sun, I used the rest of it to cover you."I became aware that I was wearing a sort of cloak over my shoulders, my vest nowhere to be seen and my already threadbare britches now even more tattered as they clung to my legs. Another small square of the dress was by my side and I guessed that that had covered my head."Thank you for rescuing me.""No need to thank me. Now tell me Davy, what did you do on board, do you know how to navigate?""I was a junior stoker, I don't know how to read charts and such but I know the tides on the Thames like the back of my hand."Jemi smiled sweetly. If she wasn't an angel then she was the most beautiful lady I had ever seen, her cheeks reddening as she caught my stare. "Well I've read a few books on navigation and if we can work out which way we need to go then maybe we can make a sail. Do you want something to eat?"I didn't know there was any food and must have looked confused, "I was put into the lifeboat first and then they handed down some boxes of provisions. As the other ladies went to get into the boat the ship listed badly and I broke away, soon after it sank." She looked as if she would cry."I'm very sorry for you if your husband or family were on board."She smiled, "No husband and my family are all in England. Actually if you promise not to tell anyone." She smiled wider as she looked around at the vast, empty sea, "that's why I'm here. My father wanted me to marry the horrid Marcus but I wanted to continue my education and become a scientist. My grandfather had left me an endowment for when I was twenty one, so I bought a ticket and ran away. I plan to attend university when I reach America." The sad look returned as she said this.Not wanting her to be sad I started telling her about myself, how I'd never been to school but enjoyed working on the tug and now wanted to see the world. How I'd courted Mary Deacy but when it had gotten serious I decided on the sea, before I settle down to marriage.She smiled, "So we're both running away." I nodded and smiled back"I think we have another few hours of sun before it gets dark. Cover your head and we'll eat something, then we'll see if we can make a sail." I hadn't a clue about how she planned on making a sail and was still a bit shook from the bang on the head. I knotted the dress material around my head and waited to see what food we had."If we ration ourselves I think we have enough food and water for three or four days, maybe more. It's mainly bread and some cured meat, also a little cheese which we should eat first." She opened one of the boxes and passed me some bread and cheese, trying to remember my manners I waited for her to start."Bon appétit." She declared, then took her first bite.Gently smiling at my puzzled look, Jemi said, "It means enjoy your meal, in French.""Bon appétit." I tried back.Jemi spoke rapidly as she ate "Where do you think our closest land is? I think we might be closer to the West Indies than we are to America. We should head north westerly; also I think there'll be more trading vessels in that direction, more chance of being rescued."I smiled at her enthusiasm and at her knowledge, "How are we going to make a sail?" I asked.She pointed at one of the benches in the boat, "That one has a hole in it, we can stand the oar up in it and use your belt to lash it tightly, if that works we'll use some of my dress to make a sail. As the sun goes down we'll know which way is west."She must have seen the worried look on my face, "Don't you think it'll work?" she asked."It's not that." I clarified."What then?" She said in a puzzled state.I went bright red, "My britches will fall down without my belt."Jemi tried but couldn't stop herself from laughing, "Oh Davy that's so funny, you'll still have your underpants on."I went even redder and Jemi realized, her own cheeks flushing. "You haven't got any underpants on, have you?"I shook my head, struggling to look at Jemi's smiling face, "Well we really need that belt, and I'll be down to my undergarments also."We finished the food in silence, Jemi smiling the whole time and I beginning to see the funny side of it and realizing that in the grand scheme of being stranded at sea, me losing my britches didn't matter. Worryingly, I found my penis beginning to twitch at the thought of it."How shall we do this,” Jemi implored; “Do you think we should fix the mast first or try and fashion a sail first?" As Jemi asked this she stood up and moved forward, the small boat instantly becoming unstable and beginning to rock "Well these ruddy boots will have to go for a start, I struggle to walk in them at the best of times, not alone balance on a small boat."She sat down and hiked her garments to her knees, giving me a delectable view of her stocking covered calf as she went about unfastening her boots. I quickly looked away as she caught me staring "Oh Davy you are funny, I think we'll be seeing a lot more of each other before we get off this boat." There was a slight mocking tone in her voice that I didn't like.Sensing my unease and embarrassment, Jemi continued in a softer tone "Davy, I want you to look at me." lifting my head I saw that her dress was still at her knees and Jemi was smiling at me, her beautiful face and eyes alive with merriment and mischief. She lifted her hem higher, parting her legs slightly as her fingers searched inside her chemise for the top of her stocking. I knew I should look away but couldn't, Jemi's fingers slowly rolling down her stocking and that first view of her gloriously soft, pale thighs. I think I may have stopped breathing, only Jemi's sigh bringing me back to life. Her cheeks had a high flush to them and her eyes appeared glazed as another deep breath escaped her soft lips, her legs parting once more as she felt for the other stocking.As she removed her stocking and lowered her dress Jemi looked straight at me, "Did you enjoy that?"I was in awe of her confidence and brazenness but found myself shocked, confused and upset at her forthrightness. "Miss, I may only be a stoker but please don't treat me as a fool."She moved closer and sat down in front of me, taking both my hands Jemi said, "Oh Davy I'm not treating you as a fool. I'm sorry if I shocked you but I've always wanted to feel a man's eyes on me the way yours were, their desire almost burning my skin. We may die on this boat and there's so many things I want to experience before I die." She paused as if thinking, "Have you ever kissed a girl?" before I could answer or even shake my head she leant in closer and kissed me, the sea saltiness of her lips soon replaced by the warmth and softness of her probing tongue.I kissed her back and went to hold her tighter but Jemi broke the embrace, smiling and then blushing as she looked down at the bulge in my britches "Later, we haven't got much time before nightfall, sail or mast first?" I took a deep breath and tried to clear my head."I think it would be difficult to attach any sort of sail standing up, we'd probably fall overboard. We should attach it first, then pull it out when the mast is secured." Jemi agreed with my suggestion and retrieved a knife from the provisions box. She turned around and sat down between my legs, "Help me undo this dress."Sensing my hesitancy Jemi spoke again, "Come on Davy, we need this dress if we're going to make a sail and beside I'll still have my chemise on."Her voice faltered as she said this, as if suddenly remembering something, "What?" I asked.

Two virgin shipwreck survivors share a lifeboat and a few more discoveries in the Victorian-eraBy Big galute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. "Man the lifeboats! Abandon ship! Abandon ship!"We had been at sea for ten days when the storm hit, our splendid vessel battered and broken into no more than firewood, all the passengers and crew seemingly lost.I came to, my legs dangling in the water and my arms and upper body atop some flotsam timbers. The sea around me was calm, with small pieces of wreckage everywhere. I tried to look around, the throbbing pain in my head and the low morning sun making it hard to focus; no one to be seen, just me.I pulled myself up onto the driftwood, too tired to think, my mind too blurred to do anything other than curl up and sleep.Davy, Davy Arthur that's me, eighteen years old and on my first ship. I'd grown up by the Thames, my father worked on the tugs but died when I was young. It was in my blood and I'd always dreamt of being at sea, then my mother died and I got a job as a stoker on the SS Cadwallader, sailing to the new world. In other words, I assisted in tending the boiler furnace for this steam ship named for a Welsh king from centuries ago.The several months I spent shoveling coal into the furnace, reduced my once-stocky six foot frame by more than 2 inches around my waistline."Hello, Hello. Are you okay there, are you alive?"I tried to follow the voice, a ladies voice, young and a bit wispy & screechy as she shouted out to me, "Hello, I'm over here, can you see me?" I slowly turned my head and body to the left, maybe 3 rods away from me was a small wooden life boat, a damsel frantically waving her arms at me. I managed to raise one arm to let her know I was alive and she started to paddle with one oar, the boat turning sideways rather than towards me, then I think I passed out again."Hello, are you alright, can you move?" The voice was much closer now, kind and posh, like the ladies I had sometimes overheard in coming out of tearooms in London. The boat was now less than a fathom from me but I felt hardly able to move, all my strength needed to perch up on one elbow."I'll hold out the oar, see if you can grab it." The wispy voice directed.I used my free arm to grab it, then held on for dear life and found myself getting right up to the starboard, till a soft hand grasped my wrist. "You'll have to help me, I can't pull you in by myself. Can you get onto your knees?"I did as she said, and rolled up over the rail, then plonked myself onto the small lifeboat, almost tipping us as I did so. "Oh you poor thing, you're all cuts and bruises." As she said this she supported my head and offered water to my lips, "Drink slowly in case you get sick." Consciousness was a fleeting state, and I could not decipher reality from delirious dreams.I looked up at her pale lips and beautiful green eyes and wondered if she were an angel and I was dead; my thoughts slipping as my eyes closed; the ripping of material and my angel saying "We must cover you from the sun." being the last sounds I heard.I felt a wet cloth on my forehead and heard soothing words being spoken, the smiling face of my ‘angel' looking down at me as I opened my eyes."Hello again." Came her pleasant greeting.  I think I smiled back and then tried to sit up"Take it easy, let me help you." She offered. I felt the wonderful softness of her body against mine as she set me upright.The spinning in my head slowed as I tried to focus and clear the fog in my brain; shipwreck, lifeboat, angel. "Do you remember going overboard and the ship sinking?" My angel asked.I shook my head, in the affirmative. "I think you must have banged your head pretty badly'” she assessed. “You have a nasty bruise on the side of it."I put my hand up and felt the tender area above my ear. "I think you have what Professor Gower refers to as a concussion, are you familiar with Professor Gower's work." I again shook my head in the negative."He's the eminent neurologist of our time. I think you should be okay in a day or two."I nodded, then asked; "What's your name, and are you an angel?"She looked taken-aback and then burst out laughing. "Oh my dear thing, no I'm not an angel and you are very much alive. My name's Jemima Fairweather but you may call me Jemi, all my friends do. What's your name?""Davy Arthur.""Nice to meet you Davy Arthur; & may I call you Davy?" I nodded to her. At that point I could care less what the skipper of the only lifeboat decided to call me."Now, how do we get out of this pickle." She asked, expecting me to be a seafaring expert.I followed her gaze as she looked around, nothing but water and us in a small wooden boat, no more than fifteen feet long. I looked around our boat; there were three small wooden boxes, only one rowing oar and Jemi, her elaborate bustle dress torn with several parts missing, and what looked like some of the dress material tied around her head.Seeing me stare, Jemi blushed slightly before explaining, "I lost my hat as I got into the boat and needed to cover my head from the sun, I used the rest of it to cover you."I became aware that I was wearing a sort of cloak over my shoulders, my vest nowhere to be seen and my already threadbare britches now even more tattered as they clung to my legs. Another small square of the dress was by my side and I guessed that that had covered my head."Thank you for rescuing me.""No need to thank me. Now tell me Davy, what did you do on board, do you know how to navigate?""I was a junior stoker, I don't know how to read charts and such but I know the tides on the Thames like the back of my hand."Jemi smiled sweetly. If she wasn't an angel then she was the most beautiful lady I had ever seen, her cheeks reddening as she caught my stare. "Well I've read a few books on navigation and if we can work out which way we need to go then maybe we can make a sail. Do you want something to eat?"I didn't know there was any food and must have looked confused, "I was put into the lifeboat first and then they handed down some boxes of provisions. As the other ladies went to get into the boat the ship listed badly and I broke away, soon after it sank." She looked as if she would cry."I'm very sorry for you if your husband or family were on board."She smiled, "No husband and my family are all in England. Actually if you promise not to tell anyone." She smiled wider as she looked around at the vast, empty sea, "that's why I'm here. My father wanted me to marry the horrid Marcus but I wanted to continue my education and become a scientist. My grandfather had left me an endowment for when I was twenty one, so I bought a ticket and ran away. I plan to attend university when I reach America." The sad look returned as she said this.Not wanting her to be sad I started telling her about myself, how I'd never been to school but enjoyed working on the tug and now wanted to see the world. How I'd courted Mary Deacy but when it had gotten serious I decided on the sea, before I settle down to marriage.She smiled, "So we're both running away." I nodded and smiled back"I think we have another few hours of sun before it gets dark. Cover your head and we'll eat something, then we'll see if we can make a sail." I hadn't a clue about how she planned on making a sail and was still a bit shook from the bang on the head. I knotted the dress material around my head and waited to see what food we had."If we ration ourselves I think we have enough food and water for three or four days, maybe more. It's mainly bread and some cured meat, also a little cheese which we should eat first." She opened one of the boxes and passed me some bread and cheese, trying to remember my manners I waited for her to start."Bon appétit." She declared, then took her first bite.Gently smiling at my puzzled look, Jemi said, "It means enjoy your meal, in French.""Bon appétit." I tried back.Jemi spoke rapidly as she ate "Where do you think our closest land is? I think we might be closer to the West Indies than we are to America. We should head north westerly; also I think there'll be more trading vessels in that direction, more chance of being rescued."I smiled at her enthusiasm and at her knowledge, "How are we going to make a sail?" I asked.She pointed at one of the benches in the boat, "That one has a hole in it, we can stand the oar up in it and use your belt to lash it tightly, if that works we'll use some of my dress to make a sail. As the sun goes down we'll know which way is west."She must have seen the worried look on my face, "Don't you think it'll work?" she asked."It's not that." I clarified."What then?" She said in a puzzled state.I went bright red, "My britches will fall down without my belt."Jemi tried but couldn't stop herself from laughing, "Oh Davy that's so funny, you'll still have your underpants on."I went even redder and Jemi realized, her own cheeks flushing. "You haven't got any underpants on, have you?"I shook my head, struggling to look at Jemi's smiling face, "Well we really need that belt, and I'll be down to my undergarments also."We finished the food in silence, Jemi smiling the whole time and I beginning to see the funny side of it and realizing that in the grand scheme of being stranded at sea, me losing my britches didn't matter. Worryingly, I found my penis beginning to twitch at the thought of it."How shall we do this,” Jemi implored; “Do you think we should fix the mast first or try and fashion a sail first?" As Jemi asked this she stood up and moved forward, the small boat instantly becoming unstable and beginning to rock "Well these ruddy boots will have to go for a start, I struggle to walk in them at the best of times, not alone balance on a small boat."She sat down and hiked her garments to her knees, giving me a delectable view of her stocking covered calf as she went about unfastening her boots. I quickly looked away as she caught me staring "Oh Davy you are funny, I think we'll be seeing a lot more of each other before we get off this boat." There was a slight mocking tone in her voice that I didn't like.Sensing my unease and embarrassment, Jemi continued in a softer tone "Davy, I want you to look at me." lifting my head I saw that her dress was still at her knees and Jemi was smiling at me, her beautiful face and eyes alive with merriment and mischief. She lifted her hem higher, parting her legs slightly as her fingers searched inside her chemise for the top of her stocking. I knew I should look away but couldn't, Jemi's fingers slowly rolling down her stocking and that first view of her gloriously soft, pale thighs. I think I may have stopped breathing, only Jemi's sigh bringing me back to life. Her cheeks had a high flush to them and her eyes appeared glazed as another deep breath escaped her soft lips, her legs parting once more as she felt for the other stocking.As she removed her stocking and lowered her dress Jemi looked straight at me, "Did you enjoy that?"I was in awe of her confidence and brazenness but found myself shocked, confused and upset at her forthrightness. "Miss, I may only be a stoker but please don't treat me as a fool."She moved closer and sat down in front of me, taking both my hands Jemi said, "Oh Davy I'm not treating you as a fool. I'm sorry if I shocked you but I've always wanted to feel a man's eyes on me the way yours were, their desire almost burning my skin. We may die on this boat and there's so many things I want to experience before I die." She paused as if thinking, "Have you ever kissed a girl?" before I could answer or even shake my head she leant in closer and kissed me, the sea saltiness of her lips soon replaced by the warmth and softness of her probing tongue.I kissed her back and went to hold her tighter but Jemi broke the embrace, smiling and then blushing as she looked down at the bulge in my britches "Later, we haven't got much time before nightfall, sail or mast first?" I took a deep breath and tried to clear my head."I think it would be difficult to attach any sort of sail standing up, we'd probably fall overboard. We should attach it first, then pull it out when the mast is secured." Jemi agreed with my suggestion and retrieved a knife from the provisions box. She turned around and sat down between my legs, "Help me undo this dress."Sensing my hesitancy Jemi spoke again, "Come on Davy, we need this dress if we're going to make a sail and beside I'll still have my chemise on."Her voice faltered as she said this, as if suddenly remembering something, "What?" I asked.

Dita e hënë nuk mund të quhet e plotë kurrësesi pa emisionin e Top Albania Radio-s “Sot Nuk Është e Hënë” me komentet më interesante dhe tema të trajtuara nga Koloreto Cukali dhe Blerina Shehu.

In this final episode of 2023, we get to hear from Steve and Jemi Rohrer, who are Calvary Global Partners serving in Japan. Currently on their first extended furlough in 35 years, God perfectly orchestrated this time for the Rohrer's to be Stateside. God is doing amazing work in Japan, and because Steve and Jemi have been serving there for many decades, they have had the opportunity to see some of the fruit of their labor come full circle. Be sure to subscribe to Pursuing Life so you don't miss new episodes when they release in 2024! Do you want to publicly celebrate the work that God is doing in, around, or through you? Share your story at calvarychurch.org/shareastory

Në episodin e radhës të “Ku ishim e ku po ikim” reflektojmë për një mënyrë edukimi që vazhdon të jetë aktuale në shoqërinë shqiptare. Pse kërkojmë ti bëjmë fëmijët me përgjegjësi që në moshë te vogël? A duhen dërguar për të punuar? Sa të drejtë kemi t‘ju prishim fazën e fëmijërisë?

THE DAY HAS FINALLY COME! We take a break from Wonka to re-experience Elaine's nightmare with some very special guests, Taylor and Jemi from The Final Girl Files! Also, intense discussion about big honking watches.  This podcast was recorded during the 2023 WGA and SAG-AFTRA strikes. Without the labor of the actors currently on strike, Wonka wouldn't exist. The Final Girl Files Links: Listen to the Podcast: https://pod.link/1562214427 Twitter: http://twitter.com/fgfpod Instagram: http://instagram.com/fgfpod TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@fgfpod To keep up-to-date on all things Wonka, be sure to follow us on TikTok, Instagram, and Twitter @wonkawatch. We'd love to hear your concerns (it'd be unhealthy if you didn't have any). Email us at wonkarapture@gmail.com If you'd like to help us keep this podcast up and running, you can visit buymeacoffee.com/wonkawatch! All supporters will get a shout out on the podcast :). Cover Art by Reilly Branson:  https://www.instagram.com/rad_reilly/ Sources:  Wonka Watch News: The itty-bitty watch isn't going anywhere Time Stamps 00:00 Intro 04:09 Wonka Watch News 12:50 Alice 1:01:15 Predictions 1:09:52 Outro

ARISE WITH ELOHO Welcome back to HeartsongLive radio. The program is Arise with Eloho featuring ‘Jemi Nwadike' What 5 things are you thankful for? Listen in and be inspired. You can email heartsong on info@heartsonglive.co.uk IG: https://instagram.com/heartsonglive1?utm_medium=copy_link @Heartsonglive https://instagram.com/elohoefemuai?utm_medium=copy_link @Elohoefemuai  Facebook : Eloho Efemuai https://www.facebook.com/elohoefemuai  Fb page: Arise with Eloho https://www.facebook.com/groups/307890696409854/?ref=share YouTube: Eloho Efemuai https://youtube.com/c/ElohoEfemuai

If food is love, and love is food, for Valentine's Day we are dedicating this episode of Ruthie's Table 4, by talking to the chefs, managers, waiters, bartenders, gardeners, shop staff and a few of our previous guests to the role food plays  in celebrating love. Thank you to: Olivia, Nick, Stephen, Christophe, Kitty, David Beckham, Joseph, Ricci, Lily, Tabby, Alex, Imogen, Tate, Gwynth Paltrow, Jacqui, Bob, Sylwia, Aleks, Jake Gyllenhaal, Otto, Sofia, Nancy Pelosi, Jess, Sian, Yban, Rosie, Ceci, Shula, Hebe, Jemi and everyone else from the River Café community who shared their stories with us. Happy Valentine's Day. For more than 30 years The River Cafe in London, has been the home-from-home of artists, architects, designers, actors, collectors, writers, activists, and politicians. Michael Caine, Glenn Close, JJ Abrams, Steve McQueen, Victoria and David Beckham, and Lily Allen, are just some of the people who love to call The River Cafe home. On Ruthie's Table 4, Rogers sits down with her customers—who have become friends—to talk about food memories. Table 4 explores how food impacts every aspect of our lives. “Foods is politics, food is cultural, food is how you express love, food is about your heritage, it defines who you and who you want to be,” says Rogers. Each week, Rogers invites her guest to reminisce about family suppers and first dates, what they cook, how they eat when performing, the restaurants they choose, and what food they seek when they need comfort. And to punctuate each episode of Table 4, guests such as Ralph Fiennes, Emily Blunt and Alfonso Cuarón, read their favourite recipe from one of the best-selling River Cafe cookbooks.  Table 4 itself, is situated near The River Cafe's open kitchen, close to the bright pink wood-fired oven and next to the glossy yellow pass, where Ruthie oversees the restaurant. You are invited to take a seat at this intimate table and join the conversation. For more information, recipes, and ingredients, go to https://shoptherivercafe.co.uk/ Web: https://rivercafe.co.uk/Instagram: www.instagram.com/ruthiestable4 Facebook: https://en-gb.facebook.com/therivercafelondon/ For more podcasts from iHeartRadio, visit the iheartradio app, apple podcasts, or wherever you listen to your favourite shows.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Our guest is Jemmi Laaninen, Marketing Ops Director at Leadoo Marketing Technologies. What's marketing ops? It's making problems disappear before other people even had those on their radar, smoothing friction, and enabling others to focus on the things that matter the most. It's also being the Emotional Support Marketer. That's where Jemmi excels! Put together analytical numbers-nerd, who loves to study behavioral data and the human mind, has vast experience in digital marketing, project management, and martech, and who loves systems but also thrives with endless curiosity and opportunities, and you'll get Jemmi. When she was a kid she wanted to become a psychologist when she grow up, but she was told she was too sensitive for that. She became a marketing professional instead. Her mom said she just literally clearly wanted to work with the human mind in one way or the other it seems. So I have worked with B2B and SaaS businesses for the better part of my career, in marketing and business development-related roles, leading key accounts, product launch marketing initiatives, teams, and business-critical projects. Acting as the glue between different functions and finding always better ways to work together are one of the most rewarding parts of her work. Here's what we talked about. 0:00 - Intro 2:39 - Jemmi's background 4:45 - Overthinking leads to complication 6:08 - How has the company evolved since Jemmi joined 10:23 - Setting up things for further growth 11:53 - Marketing can't do it alone 15:20 - Getting into CRM is a must! 16:20 - Measuring marketing against the MQLs 17:05 - Understand what you can measure 18:37 - Combining data for marketing and sales 21:38 - Story and the buying experience is what differentiate companies 24:09 - Make your website the BEST possible sales channel! 25:52 - DON'T force everyone through the SAME sales funnel 29:38 - Technology won't make any difference 34:09 - "Color of the button" myth DEBUNKED 37:10 - Rebranding and changing the website does not equal success 40:26 - Internal efficiency of marketing ops is crucial for the company 48:23 - The weirdest list that Jemi has created 50:09 - Books help us escape the real world 51:16 - What are people inside Jemmi's team doing 55:21 - Outro Follow Jemmi on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/jemmi-laaninen/ Subscribe to the Funky Marketing Show on any podcast platform and drop a question. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Funky Marketing is a podcast in which we're talking with entrepreneurs, marketers, advertisers, designers, artists, and all those people that are doing an amazing job for amazing people. Listen on: Anchor: https://anchor.fm/funky-marketing Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/136A3zxZ5JYCukvphVP56M Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/funky-marketing-show/id1501543408?uo=4 Our website: https://www.funkymarketing.net/ Need help? Go to https://www.funkymarketing.net/contact-us/ and schedule a call with us! We offer free 30-minute consultations! Let's talk and see how we can make your business GROW! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/funky-marketing/message

Të gjithë ne, mendojmë se komunikojmë vetëm nëpërmjet fjalëve njeri me tjetrin. Gabim. Ne komunikojmë me të gjithë qenien tonë. Gjatë komunikimit tonë për t'i dhënë mesazhin që duam dikujt tjetër e bëjmë duke kombinuar 55% me anë të gjesteve që bëjmë me anë të gjymtyrëve të trupit tonë, 38 % me anë të toneve te zërit dhe luhatjet e tij dhe afërsisht 7% zënë fjalët të cilat ne themi në këtë komunikim. 

Full disclosure: we recorded this episode a few weeks ago when we were at normal rage levels. So take a listen and remember slightly less terrifying times as comedy writer Ely Kreimendahl teaches us about dramatic psycho therapy and so much more! Carolyn and Ely bond over their time at school in Boston where they struggled to feel comfortable around lesbians. Then, we talk about Twitter trolls and trauma and when it's right to delete the tweet. Plus, we learn about Ely's experience with straight people who wrongly assume her and her husband are a cis straight couple. And of course, you don't want to miss our gayest things that span from drag vomit to baby astrology. -Get extra content EACH WEEK, Ad Free episodes, support the pod, and get to know other listeners by joining our Patreon community. If you can't support the pod on a monthly basis, please consider tipping us through Paypal or purchasing 1-on-1s and cameos through Jemi. We truly appreciate it! -We've got MERCH. -For related content, follow us on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram -Help more folks find us and Leave Us a 5-star Review if you like what you hear! -Theme song by There Is No Mountain Sponsors: Quip: GetQuip.com/dykingout to get your first refill free! Helix: Helixsleep.com/dykingout for up to $200 off your purchase BetterHelp: As a listener, you'll get 10% off your first month by visiting our sponsor at betterhelp.com/do  Ana Luisa Jewelry is offering a special discount for our listeners. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Mookie, Larken, Jemi, and Sander follow their fairy friend into the woods to find out how to protect the baby dragon that just hatched out of the egg Mookie had been protecting for weeks. They meet a wise creature, the likes of which they never imagined. What in the world is a Chatabourger? You'll find out in Story 3 of Mookie and the Magic Egg. Find out more at aprileight.com and at instragram.com/aprileightsongsandstories. 

Fresh off the release of her new podcast Welcome To Provincetown, award-winning audio documentarian Mitra Kaboli joins us to d*ke out about the town with seemingly few d*kes around! We do our best Nancy Drew impression and try to piece together why this gaycation destination centers cis gay men. For real, we want to know why aren't there lesbian orgies abound in the artsiest, most dog-friendly part of Cape Cod. Can not even the self-proclaimed Lord Of The Lesbians turn things around? Plus, why is Mitra looking to ditch the "straight side" of her bisexuality, and who else has heard of Concordia University? This episode is really just step one in organizing the sapphic takeover of Provincetown, so LET'S GO LESBIANS! -Get extra content EACH WEEK, Ad Free episodes, support the pod, and get to know other listeners by joining our Patreon community. If you can't support the pod on a monthly basis, please consider tipping us through Paypal or purchasing 1-on-1s and cameos through Jemi. We truly appreciate it! -We've got MERCH. -For related content, follow us on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram -Help more folks find us and Leave Us a 5-star Review if you like what you hear! -Theme song by There Is No Mountain Sponsors: Quip: GetQuip.com/dykingout to get your first refill free! Helix: Helixsleep.com/dykingout for up to $200 off your purchase BetterHelp: As a listener, you'll get 10% off your first month by visiting our sponsor at betterhelp.com/do  Ana Luisa Jewelry is offering a special discount for our listeners. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Local twerking celeb and comedian Flora Manon joins us to talk about bruised knees, breakups, and one hot bartender. It's a wild episode where we touch on a little bit of everything, from cat collages to moms doing the work to disabled sisters who need to be taken down a peg. We also talk about the struggle of being in a relationship with differing views on non-monogamy. Plus, Carolyn gushes about Girls In Wonderland, which she promises not to bring up until the next time she goes. And Melody spills about a celesbian-filled evening back in NYC. -Get extra content EACH WEEK, Ad Free episodes, support the pod, and get to know other listeners by joining our Patreon community. If you can't support the pod on a monthly basis, please consider tipping us through Paypal or purchasing 1-on-1s and cameos through Jemi. We truly appreciate it! -We've got MERCH. -For related content, follow us on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram -Help more folks find us and Leave Us a 5-star Review if you like what you hear! -Theme song by There Is No Mountain Sponsors: Quip: GetQuip.com/dykingout to get your first refill free! Helix: Helixsleep.com/dykingout for up to $200 off your purchase BetterHelp: As a listener, you'll get 10% off your first month by visiting our sponsor at betterhelp.com/do  Ana Luisa Jewelry is offering a special discount for our listeners. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Get out your leather and *checks notes* American Revolution leotards? Because we're talking all things kink with writer, activist, and BDSM practitioner Yin Q! Okay, maybe not ALL things, but Melody and Carolyn ask Yin all the newbie and vulnerable questions we could think of. What stops people from exploring kink? What are read flags when playing with a more experienced kinkster? Where does one even start? What are common misconceptions? How can we be better allies to sex workers? Give it a listen and see how high your freak flag flies! -Get extra content EACH WEEK, Ad Free episodes, support the pod, and get to know other listeners by joining our Patreon community. If you can't support the pod on a monthly basis, please consider tipping us through Paypal or purchasing 1-on-1s and cameos through Jemi. We truly appreciate it! -We've got MERCH. -For related content, follow us on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram -Help more folks find us and Leave Us a 5-star Review if you like what you hear! -Theme song by There Is No Mountain Sponsors: Carpe: mycarpe.com use code DYKINGOUT for 25% off your first purchase Helix: Helixsleep.com/dykingout for up to $200 off your purchase BetterHelp: As a listener, you'll get 10% off your first month by visiting our sponsor at betterhelp.com/do  Ana Luisa Jewelry is offering a special discount for our listeners. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

You're in for a sweet treat because we're having a gay ol' time with hilarious comedian Honey Pluton! Honey goes off on all the things our community needs to be reminded of. Like what should you do if you run into an ex at Pride? What are the queer bases? Why does @$$ eating have to do with birthday invites? What's a concept of clothing vs. actual clothing? Plus, we share an important PSA about party drugs at Pride. Honey also shares a gayest thing that is peak 2022. Be sure to catch their live show Honey Dew if you're in NYC! -Get extra content EACH WEEK, Ad Free episodes, support the pod, and get to know other listeners by joining our Patreon community. If you can't support the pod on a monthly basis, please consider tipping us through Paypal or purchasing 1-on-1s and cameos through Jemi. We truly appreciate it! -We've got MERCH. -For related content, follow us on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram -Help more folks find us and Leave Us a 5-star Review if you like what you hear! -Theme song by There Is No Mountain Sponsors: Carpe: mycarpe.com use code DYKINGOUT for 25% off your first purchase Helix: Helixsleep.com/dykingout for up to $200 off your purchase BetterHelp: As a listener, you'll get 10% off your first month by visiting our sponsor at betterhelp.com/do  Ana Luisa Jewelry is offering a special discount for our listeners. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Get out your forks and dig into this ep featuring your new spaghetti-loving long-distance crush, Samee Junio (Historical Roasts on Netflix)! We're talking carbs, tattoos, dogs, long-distance relationships, astrology, and more. It's more like, what don't we talk about? Plus, how gay can one make karaoke? And can you watch a queer movie too many times? Also, what the hell happened to Quibi, and why is Melody the reason it didn't last? We're answering all the questions you never asked! Bon appétit! -Get extra content EACH WEEK, Ad Free episodes, support the pod, and get to know other listeners by joining our Patreon community. If you can't support the pod on a monthly basis, please consider tipping us through Paypal or purchasing 1-on-1s and cameos through Jemi. We truly appreciate it! -We've got MERCH. -For related content, follow us on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram -Help more folks find us and Leave Us a 5-star Review if you like what you hear! -Theme song by There Is No Mountain Sponsors: Carpe: mycarpe.com use code DYKINGOUT for 25% off your first purchase Helix: Helixsleep.com/dykingout for up to $200 off your purchase BetterHelp: As a listener, you'll get 10% off your first month by visiting our sponsor at betterhelp.com/do  Ana Luisa Jewelry is offering a special discount for our listeners. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We made contact with comedian and writer DeAnne Smith (Netflix) from their underground Canadian bunker for an episode that will have you thinking about nipples, or the absence of them. DeAnne tells us about their recovery from top surgery, the overwhelming nipple considerations, and the sick rack they parted with. We also address Important Lesbian Questions like If you're friends with an ex, when can you call them a friend instead of your ex? How do you get over heartache? How can you use your assets to advance social justice causes? If you're in New York City, be sure to catch DeAnne's monthly show DeAnarchy at Union Hall! -Get extra content EACH WEEK, Ad Free episodes, support the pod, and get to know other listeners by joining our Patreon community. If you can't support the pod on a monthly basis, please consider tipping us through Paypal or purchasing 1-on-1s and cameos through Jemi. We truly appreciate it! -We've got MERCH. -For related content, follow us on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram -Help more folks find us and Leave Us a 5-star Review if you like what you hear! -Theme song by There Is No Mountain Sponsors: Carpe: mycarpe.com use code DYKINGOUT for 25% off your first purchase Helix: Helixsleep.com/dykingout for up to $200 off your purchase BetterHelp: As a listener, you'll get 10% off your first month by visiting our sponsor at betterhelp.com/do  Ana Luisa Jewelry is offering a special discount for our listeners. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This episode is sponsored by Ana Luisa Jewelry offering a special discount for our listeners. Anne Lister is THRIVING thanks our guest Sally Wainwright, the creator of Gentleman Jack , now in its second season on HBO. Whether or not you've seen the show, this is the perfect episode to learn more about one of the most fascinating d*kes who never got her due in our history books. Sally talks about the breadth and quality of Anne's diaries and how they shaped the show. Yes, we ask about the pube lockets. But we also talk about so much more! Also, for all of you Last Tango in Halifax fans, we ask her about it. Looking for more content? Head to our Patreon to hear Melody's most INSANE dating app story. -Get extra content EACH WEEK, Ad Free episodes, support the pod, and get to know other listeners by joining our Patreon community. If you can't support the pod on a monthly basis, please consider tipping us through Paypal or purchasing 1-on-1s and cameos through Jemi. We truly appreciate it! -We've got MERCH. -For related content, follow us on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram -Help more folks find us and Leave Us a 5-star Review if you like what you hear! -Theme song by There Is No Mountain Sponsors: Carpe: mycarpe.com use code DYKINGOUT for 25% off your first purchase Helix: Helixsleep.com/dykingout for up to $200 off your purchase BetterHelp: As a listener, you'll get 10% off your first month by visiting our sponsor at betterhelp.com/do  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Melody Kamali got stuck sitting weird in a chair (she had a last-minute conflict) and won't be on this week's episode. But we wanted to record it and put it out anyway because we are so excited to talk about the movie we all wish existed in our formative years. We've got Sammi Cohen talking all things Crush (streaming now on Hulu), a new queer coming-of-age romcom that will have you speaking in puns. Or signing up for sports you're not good at. Or learning how to skateboard. Do we finally have the queer movie we've always wanted? What went on behind the scenes to ensure an authentic and entertaining story? How did Sammi bring her own experiences to the film? Why do straight girls keep insisting on tickling each other's backs? In terms of queer storytelling, where do we go from here? We hope you love this movie as much as we do! -Get extra content EACH WEEK, Ad Free episodes, support the pod, and get to know other listeners by joining our Patreon community. If you can't support the pod on a monthly basis, please consider tipping us through Paypal or purchasing 1-on-1s and cameos through Jemi. We truly appreciate it! -We've got MERCH. -For related content, follow us on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram -Help more folks find us and Leave Us a 5-star Review if you like what you hear! -Theme song by There Is No Mountain Sponsors: Carpe: mycarpe.com use code DYKINGOUT for 25% off your first purchase Helix: Helixsleep.com/dykingout for up to $200 off your purchase BetterHelp: As a listener, you'll get 10% off your first month by visiting our sponsor at betterhelp.com/do  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Are you in a parasocial relationship with this week's guest? Or with us? You're probably not alone! YouTuber (or video essayist, pick your poison) and ex-philosopher Natalie Wynn, known by most as ContraPoints, joins us to d*ke out about our strange digital relationships. Sometimes it's angry people hiding behind anime avatars. Other times, it's people you've never met inviting you to their wedding. And if you're lucky, it's really great folks in your audience who you enjoy getting to know and maybe become friends with! Also, we touch on the power of crystals, and Natalie has the best answer to our new final question. -Get extra content EACH WEEK, Ad Free episodes, support the pod, and get to know other listeners by joining our Patreon community. If you can't support the pod on a monthly basis, please consider tipping us through Paypal or purchasing 1-on-1s and cameos through Jemi. We truly appreciate it! -We've got MERCH. -For related content, follow us on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram -Help more folks find us and Leave Us a 5-star Review if you like what you hear! -Theme song by There Is No Mountain Sponsors: Carpe: mycarpe.com use code DYKINGOUT for 25% off your first purchase Helix: Helixsleep.com/dykingout for up to $200 off your purchase BetterHelp: As a listener, you'll get 10% off your first month by visiting our sponsor at betterhelp.com/do  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

BIG EP ALERT! We're changing up our format to freshen up the way we d*ke out. And what better guest for this than comedian and actor Aby James (How I Met Your Father). Aby tells us about her unique relationship with her therapist, playing Tien Tran's love interest, her old YouTube videos, and what happened when she fell in love with her best friend. How far would you go to spend the most time with your best friend who you happen to be in love with but may not be fully aware of that fact? Probably not as far as Aby! Also, what's all the hype about Hype D*kes? We hope you like the new format, and as always, head to the Patreon for all the juicy gay goss. -Get extra content EACH WEEK, Ad Free episodes, support the pod, and get to know other listeners by joining our Patreon community. If you can't support the pod on a monthly basis, please consider tipping us through Paypal or purchasing 1-on-1s and cameos through Jemi. We truly appreciate it! -We've got MERCH. -For related content, follow us on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram -Help more folks find us and Leave Us a 5-star Review if you like what you hear! -Theme song by There Is No Mountain Sponsors: Carpe: mycarpe.com use code DYKINGOUT for 25% off your first purchase Helix: Helixsleep.com/dykingout for up to $200 off your purchase BetterHelp: As a listener, you'll get 10% off your first month by visiting our sponsor at betterhelp.com/do  Best Fiends: Join us and the millions of Americans who are already playing this game. Download Best Fiends for FREE on The Apple APP store or Google Play. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

How many lines connect you to your local Shane on The Chart? Lesbian aficionada, writer, author, and performer Zara Barrie joins us to explore the tangled webs we weave in our community. Is it okay to hook up with a friend's ex? Why do 'charts' feel more real in smaller cities? When queer women go after straights, is it because they've exhausted their own chart? Should we put all our projects on hold to make a master Celesbian chart? Which one of us is the real Alice Pieszecki? Okay, we don't address that last one, but feel free to let us know your opinion. Plus, Melody gays up the Grammy's and Carolyn wants to change an icon's life story. And finally, we get a short and sweet listener question but give it the longest answer. -Get extra content EACH WEEK, Ad Free episodes, support the pod, and get to know other listeners by joining our Patreon community. If you can't support the pod on a monthly basis, please consider tipping us through Paypal or purchasing 1-on-1s and cameos through Jemi. We truly appreciate it! -We've got MERCH. -For related content, follow us on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram -Help more folks find us and Leave Us a 5-star Review if you like what you hear! -Theme song by There Is No Mountain Sponsors: Carpe: mycarpe.com use code DYKINGOUT for 25% off your first purchase Helix: Helixsleep.com/dykingout for up to $200 off your purchase BetterHelp: As a listener, you'll get 10% off your first month by visiting our sponsor at betterhelp.com/do  Best Fiends: Join us and the millions of Americans who are already playing this game. Download Best Fiends for FREE on The Apple APP store or Google Play. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We're joined by drummer and lead singer G Flip, fresh off touring with Fletcher, for a chat about drums, their music career, and what it means to have a cheeky pash. We learn about their journey, from their upbringing in Melbourne where they preferred wearing the boy's school uniform, to coming into their own as a queer non-binary artist. Also, we learn about why they got into drumming and the amazing mentor who guided them. Plus, how are G Flip's Aussie fans handling them settling down in L.A.? You'll have to just listen to find out! And it wouldn't be an episode of Dyking Out if we weren't sharing our gayest things! Carolyn supports past guests, while Melody loosens up with the gays. Finally, we dissect a listener's Bumble profile. -Get extra content EACH WEEK, Ad Free episodes, support the pod, and get to know other listeners by joining our Patreon community. If you can't support the pod on a monthly basis, please consider tipping us through Paypal or purchasing 1-on-1s and cameos through Jemi. We truly appreciate it! -We've got MERCH. -For related content, follow us on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram -Help more folks find us and Leave Us a 5-star Review if you like what you hear! -Theme song by There Is No Mountain Sponsors: Carpe: mycarpe.com use code DYKINGOUT for 25% off your first purchase Helix: Helixsleep.com/dykingout for up to $200 off your purchase BetterHelp: As a listener, you'll get 10% off your first month by visiting our sponsor at betterhelp.com/do  Best Fiends: Join us and the millions of Americans who are already playing this game. Download Best Fiends for FREE on The Apple APP store or Google Play. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This episode is for anyone who has ever been on the receiving end of mean remarks or straight up hatorade. Writer, podcaster, and comedian Dylan Marron joins us to talk about the power of empathy through lessons he's learned by talking to the people who make nasty comments to him online. We talk about his podcast and new book with the same name, Conversations With People Who Hate Me. Plus, we break down the motivations for seeking out information about strangers who hurt us on the internet. And once you get that information, what power does it have? Also, Dylan shares his thoughts on calling haters "trolls," shares his hopes for our listeners, attempts to explain Turtle Bay, and more! Also, Carolyn thinks she's found the queerest place in NYC while Melody ventures to Astoria. Finally, we end with a question from a listener who is having an impossible time trying to find someone to date. -Get extra content EACH WEEK, Ad Free episodes, support the pod, and get to know other listeners by joining our Patreon community. If you can't support the pod on a monthly basis, please consider tipping us through Paypal or purchasing 1-on-1s and cameos through Jemi. We truly appreciate it! -We've got MERCH. -For related content, follow us on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram -Help more folks find us and Leave Us a 5-star Review if you like what you hear! -Theme song by There Is No Mountain Sponsors: Helix: Helixsleep.com/dykingout for up to $200 off your purchase BetterHelp: As a listener, you'll get 10% off your first month by visiting our sponsor at betterhelp.com/do  Best Fiends: Join us and the millions of Americans who are already playing this game. Download Best Fiends for FREE on The Apple APP store or Google Play. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Jemi Lucey is a Partner in the Litigation and Employment Law Departments at Greenbaum, Rowe, Smith & Davis LLP and is Co-chair of their higher education practice group. She represents private companies, public entities, and institutions of higher learning in federal and state civil litigation matters across various practice areas.  Jemi is an American Bar Foundation Fellow. She was also recognized by the Commerce & Industry Association of New Jersey as one of New Jersey's Women Business Leaders and was selected for inclusion by the New Jersey Law Journal on its 2020 list of the Top Women in the Law, among many other accolades. Jemi has held many leadership roles throughout her career. As the immediate past President of the New Jersey Women Lawyers Association, Jemi has experience leading a group through the pandemic, pushing for the advancement of women in the profession, and promoting equity and education in the legal space. Above all, Jemi's leadership positions have shown her the value of being an authentic leader. In this episode… Thriving in a leadership role requires more than just being a good lawyer. For Jemi Lucey, leadership is about leaving an organization better than when you started, speaking up when you have issues, and enlisting others for help. But there's one principle that can help you succeed through it all: authenticity. Authenticity is one of the best tools in the practice of law because it allows you to connect genuinely with others and gain their trust. People are drawn to help you advance a cause when you appeal to them authentically, but you have to be vulnerable, engaging, and willing to take risks. A leader should be someone that people want to follow — and when you lead with authenticity, they'll happily support your plan to effect positive change and grow as a team.  In this episode of The Lawyer's Edge Podcast, Elise Holtzman talks with Jemi Lucey, Partner at Greenbaum, Rowe, Smith & Davis LLP, about what it means to be an authentic leader. Jemi discusses the characteristics of a great leader, why authenticity is vital, and how to lift up your team members and grow together. Plus, Jemi talks about her personal experience as a leader and shares the advice that guided her along the way.

There's no denying it. Content is everything in 2022, peers. And no-one saw that more clearly than Annie Hwang. In today's episode of Peers2Peers, powered by Shopify, we hear from the Co-Founder of Jemi, a platform that helps creators to build an online storefront and monetise their content. By empowering the next generation of creators to become entrepreneurs, Annie is assisting up-and-coming digital creatives in supporting themselves. In this episode, the San-Francisco-based entrepreneur shares her tips on that hard first year, why we need to start validating ourselves more, and the power in open communication. Discover more:Start your Shopify 14-day free trial: https://bit.ly/3fuq58C -Check out Jemi's website: https://jemi.so/-Follow Jemi on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jemihq/-Connect with Annie on Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/annhwang/-Follow The Peers Project on Instagram: http://bit.ly/3adVmYG - See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Yesterday's "uber d*ke" is today's "it girl," and we've got Jill Gutowitz (Girls Can Kiss Now) on the pod to explain how we got here. Jill holds our triggered hands and walks us through the key moments in lesbian pop culture that scarred us, and eventually freed us. How is Perez Hilton different from wishful queers? Why hasn't Lindsay Lohan been herself? What is it about Neve Campbell's bangs? Also, what do milfs have to do with expressing desire for physical harm? We explore these questions and more. And, if you want even more on these topics, check out Jill's new book, Girls Can Kiss Now. If you love it, be sure to leave a positive review! Plus, both our gayest things involve music videos. And finally, we end with a question from a listener with rude-ass friends. -Get extra content EACH WEEK, Ad Free episodes, support the pod, and get to know other listeners by joining our Patreon community. If you can't support the pod on a monthly basis, please consider tipping us through Paypal or purchasing 1-on-1s and cameos through Jemi. We truly appreciate it! -We've got MERCH. -For related content, follow us on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram -Help more folks find us and Leave Us a 5-star Review if you like what you hear! -Theme song by There Is No Mountain Sponsors: Helix: Helixsleep.com/dykingout for up to $200 off your purchase BetterHelp: As a listener, you'll get 10% off your first month by visiting our sponsor at betterhelp.com/do  Best Fiends: Join us and the millions of Americans who are already playing this game. Download Best Fiends for FREE on The Apple APP store or Google Play. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We often talk about the lack of authentic and funny queer stories, and TV writers like Brittani Nichols (Abbott Elementary, Black Lady Sketch Show) are doing the work to give our community the content we crave. Hear how Brittani went from TV nerd to pitching jokes in the writer's room. What are some challenges that TV writers face when trying to tell our stories? What's it like to work with other queer writers? How can we get to more authentic stories? How does Brittani balance her career with social justice work? Plus, Carolyn goes back and forth on her gayest thing, while Melody leans into her Connecticut origins. Finally, we end on a listener question-ish about the Lesbian Master Doc. -Get extra content EACH WEEK, Ad Free episodes, support the pod, and get to know other listeners by joining our Patreon community. If you can't support the pod on a monthly basis, please consider tipping us through Paypal or purchasing 1-on-1s and cameos through Jemi. We truly appreciate it! -We've got MERCH. -For related content, follow us on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram -Help more folks find us and Leave Us a 5-star Review if you like what you hear! -Theme song by There Is No Mountain Sponsors: Helix: Helixsleep.com/dykingout for up to $200 off your purchase BetterHelp: As a listener, you'll get 10% off your first month by visiting our sponsor at betterhelp.com/do  Best Fiends: Join us and the millions of Americans who are already playing this game. Download Best Fiends for FREE on The Apple APP store or Google Play. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

We hope comedian Alysia Hush felt the opposite of rejection while dyking out with us this week. Rejection is something we all face - some of us more than others. But how we deal with it makes all the difference. We talk about the differences between personal and professional rejection, how we bounce back, when we accept the L, and when to take it personally. We also talk about rejection in dating, including memorable embarrassing rejections. Plus, Melody's gayest thing surprises Carolyn, while Carolyn runs into celesbians at Stonewall. Finally, we end with a listener question from someone in an impossibly complicated and unexpected situation. -Get extra content EACH WEEK, Ad Free episodes, support the pod, and get to know other listeners by joining our Patreon community. If you can't support the pod on a monthly basis, please consider tipping us through Paypal or purchasing 1-on-1s and cameos through Jemi. We truly appreciate it! -We've got MERCH. -For related content, follow us on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram -Help more folks find us and Leave Us a 5-star Review if you like what you hear! -Theme song by There Is No Mountain Sponsors: Helix: Helixsleep.com/dykingout for up to $200 off your purchase BetterHelp: As a listener, you'll get 10% off your first month by visiting our sponsor at betterhelp.com/do  Best Fiends: Join us and the millions of Americans who are already playing this game. Download Best Fiends for FREE on The Apple APP store or Google Play. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices