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Collapse of Independent States and the Purposeful Famine of the Holodomor. Professor Eugene Finkel examines the period following the 1917 collapse, when attempts to form independent Ukrainian states—the UNR and the ZUNR—failed, facing invasion by various Russian forces united in the belief that Ukraine must belong to Russia. Subsequently, Stalin implemented collectivization, leading to the Holodomor, a purposeful famine from 1932 to 1933 designed to break Ukrainian resistance and secure grain for export to modernize the Soviet military. This tragedy killed millions and decimated the landscape before World War II began. Guest: Professor Eugene Finkel. 1855

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In this episode of Smashing Secrets Feng Shui, Chloe dials in from Dahab, Egypt (with a rogue mosquito and roaming camels for company) while Jo unpacks one of the most powerful astrological shifts on the horizon: the Yang Fire Horse year of 2026.

This episode, Eamon & Merlin talk Real Housewives of Potomac, where a sultry night to celebrate Jassi leads to Angel's wings being clipped by someone in her past. Then, the newest episode of Real Housewives of Salt Lake City, that sees Meredith put the ladies on a plane ride from hell that has the group talking and Britani weeping. And finally, Part Two of the Real Housewives of Orange County reunion, where Katie's hot seat gets slightly cooler when her husband Matt comes in for the save. 4:10 - Real Housewives of Potomac: Season 10: Episode 06 42:03 - Real Housewives of Salt Lake City: Season 06: Episode 07 1:44:45 - Real Housewives of Orange County: Season 19: Episode 19 We are Eamon and Merlin, a queer married couple from Texas living in Pittsburgh, PA. We love reality television, wrestling, drag queens, and pretty much anything that can be called even kinda gay. A Gay & His Enby is a podcast where we talk about everything we love in terms of media and pop culture; everything thats gay and gay adjacent; basically all the conversations we have in our living room we are now putting in front of a microphone and on the internet for you. We have launched our MERCH STORE! We are so excited to bring you these designs, all made by Merlin, commemorating some of our favorite iconic moments! Shop now at https://AGayAndHisEnby.Threadless.com Every week, we have the pleasure and privilege of recording from Sorgatron Media Studios in Pittsburgh. The theme song for our main show is Pulsar by Shane Ivers, and the theme song for Binge Watch is Higher Up by Shane Ivers, both of which you can find at https://www.silvermansound.com All of our social media can be found at our linktree: https://linktr.ee/agayandhisenby We want to take a moment to uplift a powerful resource:

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This episode, Eamon & Merlin talk Real Housewives of Potomac, where a sultry night to celebrate Jassi leads to Angel's wings being clipped by someone in her past. Then, the newest episode of Real Housewives of Salt Lake City, that sees Meredith put the ladies on a plane ride from hell that has the group talking and Britani weeping. And finally, Part Two of the Real Housewives of Orange County reunion, where Katie's hot seat gets slightly cooler when her husband Matt comes in for the save. 4:10 - Real Housewives of Potomac: Season 10: Episode 06 42:03 - Real Housewives of Salt Lake City: Season 06: Episode 07 1:44:45 - Real Housewives of Orange County: Season 19: Episode 19 We are Eamon and Merlin, a queer married couple from Texas living in Pittsburgh, PA. We love reality television, wrestling, drag queens, and pretty much anything that can be called even kinda gay. A Gay & His Enby is a podcast where we talk about everything we love in terms of media and pop culture; everything thats gay and gay adjacent; basically all the conversations we have in our living room we are now putting in front of a microphone and on the internet for you. We have launched our MERCH STORE! We are so excited to bring you these designs, all made by Merlin, commemorating some of our favorite iconic moments! Shop now at https://AGayAndHisEnby.Threadless.com Every week, we have the pleasure and privilege of recording from Sorgatron Media Studios in Pittsburgh. The theme song for our main show is Pulsar by Shane Ivers, and the theme song for Binge Watch is Higher Up by Shane Ivers, both of which you can find at https://www.silvermansound.com All of our social media can be found at our linktree: https://linktr.ee/agayandhisenby We want to take a moment to uplift a powerful resource:

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Mrs. Bateman's Cougar Club: Part 1 The Summer of '77 Changed My Life. Based on a post by Sel Wync Dog. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Way back in 1977, I was a naive 18-year-old. Summer was here and I wanted to spend it having fun. I was going to start college in the fall and luckily, didn't have to work. Mom and Dad were fortunate and made good money. He was the VP of Advertising and Marketing for a major energy company and Mom was actually a successful author. I had a generous allowance and a car (a white '73 BMW) It had been Dad's, and he gave it to me at graduation. I guess I should tell you about myself. I was a blonde-haired, skinny white boy with blue eyes and a big dick. Not that I'd done anything with it. It was just genetics. I knew I was bigger than my friends, but none of the girls I knew were aware of that and I was too shy to advertise it. Hell, I wasn't even sure what to do with it. My first experiments with jacking off were surprising and yet disappointing. I wanted a woman. But as I said, I was painfully shy around the females of the species. My best friend throughout school had been Rick Bateman. Rick had joined the Navy after graduating, and was off at boot camp. Well, one day his Mom called. She said that with Rick gone, she needed help with a few things involving the pool and asked if I would come over. My Mom of course said yes without even asking me. "Todd, go on over to Olivia Bateman's and give her a hand with her pool." I rang the doorbell and she let me in. "Thank you for coming over Todd! I was hoping you weren't too busy." "Not at all Mrs. Bateman," I replied. "Just listening to albums." "That's nice, Rick likes the Eagles. Do you?" "Oh yeah! They're awesome!" She led me out into the back yard, Like most people in our neighborhood, she had a pool. "With Rick around, I never hired a pool service, but now; I'm here alone, and I would rather hire the maintenance done." She gestured at the pool. Since Rick had been gone, it had accumulated a layer of leaves. "No problem," I said. I'll take care of it." She went inside and I set to work. Amazingly it wasn't too bad. I was finishing up when I heard her come outside again. Now their pool was inside a privacy fence but when I turned around I was surprised. She was wearing a white bathrobe. Outside. In June. Looking back I can say Mrs. Bateman was about 5'7", 130 to 140 pounds, and very curvy. Her tits had to be in the double to triple D range. Her wavy dark brown hair was worn most often loose and reached her shoulders. Of course, although I acknowledged her as attractive for a middle-aged woman, she was forty-one years old, but I hadn't really thought of her in a sexual way. I'd known her and Rick for twelve years. Her husband had passed away about six years earlier from cancer. As I stared she dropped the robe onto a chaise. She was completely naked. She slowly walked over to the pool and down the steps. She finally turned to face me when she was waist-deep. "I just love having a pool!" she said smiling. "And I hate the idea of paying someone to tend to it. Do you think you could do it for me, Todd?" "Umm; I guess so." I automatically answered. "Wonderful!" She turned over and floated on her back, slowly going the length of the pool. She turned and swam back then faced me again. "Well, Todd?" "Huh?" I stared at her big tits as they floated in full view. "Are you coming in?" "Uh;" "Todd, when a woman gets naked and invites you to skinny dip with her; you really should. Wouldn't you rather touch these than just stare at them?" she said as she cupped her breasts. Okay, as I said earlier, I was awkward and nervous around girls and not experienced or confident. But the offer finally overcame my shyness and I quickly stripped and dove in. Now the view of her big breasts had aroused me somewhat, but my nervousness had prevented a full-blown hard-on. I suddenly found myself in front of her and she slipped her arms around me and pulled me close. She kissed me and I felt her breasts pressing into me. I felt my erection growing. She did too; and reached down to grasp the thick rod. No one had ever done that. I almost came right then. But she was experienced enough to realize how careful she had to be. She smiled and released me after a moment. "My, you are blessed, aren't you, Todd? Why aren't the girls all over you?" I blushed. "I...uh;" "Oh? Really? You're still a virgin? Well, that won't do. That won't do at all. Here," she patted the edge of the pool, "sit up here. I want to visit Mr. Todd for a while" As I sat on the pool edge she spread my legs wide, then toyed and stroked my cock gently while smiling at me. "Such a nice, big cock." she said. Then she kissed it, licked it up and down, and finally slipped it into her mouth. She sucked on it as she stroked it. Her grip was firm. I reclined back and rested on my elbows. In no time, I knew I was going to cum. I tried to warn her but she ignored me and I blew my load into her mouth. Mrs. Bateman didn't miss a beat and continued to swallow it all as she stroked my jerking cock. I was stunned. I didn't know that was a thing. I had no idea a woman would do that. Of course, all I knew was that:  you touched a girl, she got wet, you got hard, you stuck it in, thrust until you came. Period. I truly knew no more than that. I had a lot to learn. Mrs. Bateman finally finished and smiled at me. She continued to play with my cock. "What? Did that surprise you, Todd?" "Yeah; you just;" "Swallowed your cum," she said matter-of-factly. "Some women like to. Some don't. I assume no one ever did that for you before." I shook my head. "Well, I like to. Especially with young guys. Otherwise, you might not last long once we start fucking." My eyes popped. "Oh yes! I intend to fuck you, Todd. What do you think about that? I intend to fuck you today, and if you're good enough, all summer long." She took my hands and pulled me into the pool with her. She kissed me again and again, slowly teaching me to do it right. I squeezed her tits and she guided me to be gentle and allowed me to kiss and suck on them. See I loved big tits. Always have. My girlfriends had laughed at my infatuation with big knockers, and two of my slutty classmates had let me see and touch them. One had let me kiss and suck a bit. She might have been a C cup at best. These big, beautiful things were amazing! They were huge, soft, round and firm all at the same time. Her areola were large tan ovals and her nipples were thick stubs. I squeezed, kissed, sucked and played with them as she smiled and giggled. "Boys! Every one of you are titty-crazy! Come sit on the 3rd step up. I'll sit below you. Now wrap your arms around me and let my tits know how much you like them" I was giddy with enthusiasm and soon I had her nipples poking out firmly. " You just can't get enough of my big titties huh? Well go on, enjoy yourself!" She said and laughed, as she leaned back against my chest. But a minute later she spun around to face me, kneeling, and pulled my face to hers and kissed me again. This time she slipped her tongue into my mouth. My last girlfriend had allowed only a few French kisses and this was thrilling. Mrs. Bateman also began to fondle my turgid cock again, and when I was good and stiff, she climbed up the steps from the pool and lay on the padded double chaise lounge. She spread her legs and toyed with her pussy. I followed and as I mounted her, she took my cock and guided me into her. She was wet and warm and it felt fantastic. She was still holding my rather thick cock and coached me to use short strokes in and out until I could fit deep inside of her. "Oh god, Todd! That's it; nice and slow. God, you're so big! Oh, that feels so good! Yes, yes; that's it; oh so good, oh so good!" We fucked nice and slow for a few minutes and then I warned her I was cumming again. She laughed and grabbed my hips and held me deep. "Go ahead Todd, cum in me! Give it to me!" I couldn't hold back and came, emptying my load deep inside of her. "God! Yes! That feels so good!" she moaned. When I had finished, I pulled out and collapsed onto the chaise. Mrs. Bateman began to play with her pussy and the flood of cum, thrusting her fingers in deep and rubbing it all over her pussy. "Not bad;" she said. "A nice big cock, lots of cum; but you need training and practice. If you keep quiet about it; this is going to be an amazing summer." Mrs. Bateman and I had sex again before she sent me home. I was fortunate that my parents were too busy and disinterested to notice my shit-eating grin. The next day Mrs. Bateman "hired" me to help her with her rental properties. Mom and Dad bought it and thereafter, my daily disappearances were ignored.     I would arrive at her home and we would fuck immediately. This could be in any room of the house or at the pool. We fucked in the living room, bedroom, kitchen, guest rooms, even Rick's room, with the Eagles latest album playing on the stereo.  One day she led me into the garage and I fucked her across the hood of her '73 Cadillac Coupe de Ville. She was wearing a nice skirt and shiny satin blouse, and as we kissed and groped, I found she was wearing no panties and was soaking wet. As I played with her pussy, she opened her blouse and lifted her braless tits out. I bent her over the hood and took her from behind as she shouted encouragement at me. After a bit, she pushed me away and rolled onto her back with her hips on the fender and her legs in the air. As I fucked her, she played with her tits and moaned. When we finished, I had to back the car out and wash it. Oh and she insisted that I always call her either Mrs. Bateman, Ma'am, or Mistress. Never Olivia or any affectionate nickname. I understand now that it was to keep me from becoming too casual in public. But at the time it was also fun. I would step up behind her in the living room and reach around to cup her huge tits. Nibbling on her neck I would whisper. "God, Mrs. Bateman you are so sexy! I just can't help myself. I want to fuck you so bad!" "Oh Todd," she would reply, "if you insist." She would bend over the sofa and I would lift her skirt and finger her pussy before slipping my cock into her wet folds and snug, warm depths. "Oh Mrs. Bateman, that feels so good!" I would moan. "You feel good too Todd. such a big thick cock!" Then after pumping into her cunt for a while. "Oh Mrs. Bateman, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum Mrs. Bateman!" Sometimes she would let me cum inside her, sometimes she would turn and suck me off. Once she didn't turn fast enough and I sprayed my load all over her face and the front of her dress. I expected her to be angry but she simply smiled. "I'm sorry Mrs. Bateman!" "That's okay, it happens," she said as she wiped the cum from her face and sucked on her fingers. "But this dress; come help me change." This went on almost daily for three full weeks. I was coming home tired and my cock was sore, but I was thrilled. I mean this woman wanted a lot of sex! We were fucking at least three times a day! I learned to be a good fuck, of course, but more than that, she taught me to be a great kisser, a skilled cunnilinguist, and an attentive lover. I learned foreplay, physical and mental, and to focus on pleasing her, knowing that the journey to her orgasm was fun and pleasing to me and that my own orgasm was always just minutes after hers. It was thrilling to feel her pussy squeezing my cock as she came. That, coupled with her vocalizations (be they cries of pleasure, squeals of delight, or shouts of ecstasy) always made me cum. And beyond all that, she was paying me cash every Friday to keep up the illusion that I had a legitimate job. I thought I was in heaven. Man, was I wrong. Overnighters. July 1st was on Friday. Mom and Dad had wanted to go on vacation that week and the next. I didn't, of course and Mrs. Bateman came up with the ruse that one of her renters was moving and we had to clean the place, paint, and prep it for the next renter that week. Mom was upset, but Dad said it was a good experience;  and I was left behind. I wanted to spend the night at her home but figured Mom would call me nightly to check on me. Mrs. Bateman instead came over and spent the night in my bed Thursday night. We made love for what seemed like hours and my bed was soaked. She simply threw a towel over the wetness and went to sleep. This was the first time in my life that I had a woman sleep with me. I mean she went to sleep in my arms. I discovered that amazing feeling of a soft, sensual body pressed against mine. The next morning I woke up with the typical morning woodie but she wasn't interested until she'd had a chance to wake up and get some coffee. We did fool around elsewhere in the house, even going sixty-nine across my parent's bed. Then she said she had some things to do and told me to come over at four with an overnight bag. Discrete with Diane. When I arrived, there was another car in her driveway. A nice cream colored Mercedes 450SLC. A convertible with the heart of a sports car. When I went in, using the side door for appearance sake as she always insisted, I found Mrs. Bateman sitting in the living room with another woman. Mrs. Bateman was in her favorite wing chair, attired in a red skirt and white blouse. She waved me in. "Ah, here he is," she said. "Todd this is Diane, Diane, Todd," she made the introductions. Diane stood and sized me up. She was tall, in her heels she matched my 5'11". Her hair was blonde and she was a bit more slender than Mrs. Bateman with smaller tits. She was tanned and her sleeveless dress was white with a deep V front and a fully pleated skirt. As she stepped closer I couldn't help but glance at her cleavage. Diane traced the V with one finger and smiled. The other hand she placed on my cheek. To my surprise she kissed me. A nice deep, long kiss. A second kiss followed and I felt her hand slide down to my crotch where it squeezed my growing cock. As she stepped back, she grinned. "Oh yes, he'll do nicely." She kissed me again, this time with more passion. My hands found her waist and slid up her back. I had no idea why this strange woman was doing this but damn, I wasn't going to turn it down. She broke the kiss and walked away. Picking up her purse and a small bag, she went up the stairs. I watched her long legs in that swishing skirt and stood there grinning. Finally, as she disappeared from view the enchantment was broken. Mrs. Bateman stood and came over, wrapping her arms around me. "What's going on?" I asked. "Oh Todd, it's quite simple. You are going to go up to the guest room and fuck her brains out. The same way you fuck me." "What?" "Yes, she's waiting to fuck you. So go fuck her. Give her what she wants, any way she wants, for as long as she wants. Be polite and patient and above all, ask no questions!" "She wants to have sex with me?" I asked incredulously. "Yes, don't look so shocked! Look, if she met you somewhere else and hit on you, suggested having sex, wouldn't you do it?" "Umm; Well before you started fucking me, yeah. But now that we're fucking.;" Mrs. Bateman smiled, "And if you want to keep fucking me, you'll go up there and please her, like I know you can. Think of it as practice." She swatted my ass and pointed to the stairs. "Go." I knocked on the door but it was slightly ajar. I went in and closed it behind me. Diane was standing at the foot of the bed. With barely a sound, the dress slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor around her ankles. She paused a moment to let me gaze at her naked body. She was nicely tanned except for the white skin of her bikini area. The stark tan lines were strangely erotic, obviously she tanned in a small string bikini. Her tits were about a C cup and her areola large and round with little pink nipples. Her waist was slim, and her hips round and firm. She was proud of her body and liked showing it off it seemed. "Your turn," she said. I stripped and as my growing cock was freed, she grinned broadly. She climbed onto the bed and uncrossed her legs, revealing a pussy covered in short, sandy straight hair. "I'm told you have a talented tongue; Show me." I started with kisses on her ankles and slowly moved up each leg to her knees and then up her inner thighs. By the time I reached her pussy she was gasping and breathing rapidly. I could smell her arousal and she was already quite wet, beads of fluid lined her inner lips and she tasted sweet. I did my best to focus on pleasing her as Mrs. Bateman had taught me. Soon her hips were rocking and her hands were squeezing her breasts. A cry of ecstasy and a gush of juices confirmed her orgasm. I lapped up the tasty wetness and looked up at her. "Oh god!" she panted. "Fuck me, fuck me now!" I slid my knob against her wet slit and pushed it in. She was so wet it slid in easily. A few thrusts and I was all the way in. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" she panted. I held it deep and kissed her, then she grabbed my head and stared deep into my eyes. "Fuck me!" I started thrusting in and out and she moaned and groaned in pleasure. Soon I rose to my elbows and picked up the pace. Her pussy was making wet squishy sounds and her tits were bouncing. I couldn't last and came, pumping my load in her. She gasped. "Oh god! Oh god no! Not yet! Don't stop! Oh no!"     I sat up to catch my breath and as I pulled out I could see the cum start to flow out of her pussy. I found it weirdly erotic. Very erotic. Mrs. Bateman usually either played with it, ignored it, or wiped it up with tissues. I'd never actually watched it. I reached down and toyed with it, running my fingers through it and spreading it over her pussy. Diane was watching too. I spread a glob over her clit and she twitched and gasped. I slipped two fingers inside of her and she moaned. I stroked the inside of her pussy behind her clit and she bit her lip and groaned. I kept it up and she was soon gasping and trembling. She started pinching her nipples as I stroked faster and faster. Cum was everywhere. Then she threw her head back and cried out, "Oh Fuck! Gah!" My cock was hard again and I shoved it in, pushing all the way in one, hard, violent thrust. "Ah! Oh Fuck!" she screamed. I could feel her pussy spasming around my cock, squeezing and releasing over and over again. Diane grabbed my hand and placed it over her mouth and screamed again and again. I started thrusting. Slowly pulling out until only my knob was inside then thrusting hard, slamming our bodies together. Each time, she screamed into my hand. I began thrusting faster and she started sucking my cum drenched fingers. Soon I was up on my knees, gripping her legs and pounding her furiously. Diane was gasping, and moaning, and weeping as she grabbed and pulled on the sheets. I had no idea what I was doing, only that I couldn't stop. I was overcome with desire, and passion, and need. I have no idea how long I fucked like that, but finally felt the release coming and came again. I finished and pulled out, watching again the flow of cum from her reddened pussy. At some point Diane had stopped being coherent and was limp with her eyes rolled back and simply lay there moaning and humming. I lay next to her and cradled her head. After a minute, her eyes focused on me and she smiled. I kissed her and pushed the hair from her face. I laid down and she rolled onto her side next to me. She lifted one leg up and over me and I could feel the wetness on my hip. After a bit I dozed off. I was awakened by Diane, stirring and sitting up. She smiled at me and went into the bathroom. When she came out she seemed more composed and sat next to me. She gently toyed with my flaccid cock. "That; That was amazing." "Thank you." I softly replied. "I; I, uh; I came, uh; I came a lot. I've never; had that happen, that intense, that; long. God, a part of me wants to do it again. But I don't think I could take another session like that." "So we take it easy this time," I said. My cock was growing as she played with it. Diane smiled and straddled me. We kissed and I caressed her hips and back as she rubbed her pussy against my cock. She reached down and guided it into her pussy, and slowly slid down onto it. I let her ride me at her pace. She liked it slow and I caressed her thighs, hips, waist and breasts as she rose and fell. The slow pace was nice, I relaxed and studied her, my mind wandering. Who was she? I couldn't recall exactly where I'd seen her, yet she did seem familiar. She was admittedly sexy, yet mature. I guessed she was in her late thirties at the most. I felt like she was a trophy wife, she had that air about her. The realization that I was probably fucking somebody's wife didn't upset me. If anything it made me feel special. Damn lucky in fact. And if she wanted to meet again? I knew I wouldn't turn it down. Mrs. Bateman suddenly leapt into my mind. What was going on? Why had she allowed me to fuck this woman? How did they know each other? Was she indeed going to continue to fuck me after this? And if I could fuck only one of them, which would it be? Diane whoever-she-was was amazing, yet Mrs. Bateman had those huge tits and loved to suck my cock... I was jerked from my musings as Diane leaned down and kissed me. Her tits pressed into my chest. "God dammit Todd! I can't stand it! Fuck me again, fuck me hard and make me cum!" I grabbed her hips and started thrusting in and out. Faster and faster as she rocked forward on her knees. Her tits were in my face and I began to suck one. I squeezed her ass and pounded her pussy. Diane screamed into the pillow a minute later. "God! Yes! Ah!" I wanted to finish, to cum again, but I wasn't sure how much more it might take. Diane ended it for me, she slid down hard onto my cock and squeezed me tightly with her arms, legs and pussy. She held me tightly as she quivered for a minute or two, then slowly relaxed. She stayed on top and my cock relaxed inside of her. Finally she rose up and looked in my face. "God, you are so good!" she said and kissed me. "I, I have got to stop," she muttered. "I don't want to...but I'm so sore." Slowly she sat up and rolled off of me. My cock plopped wetly from her pussy. She bent and kissed me again. "Damn, you're a good lover. But I need time to heal after a fucking like this." She admitted. She stumbled into the bathroom, taking her dress with her. I lay there feeling awesomely happy. After a while Diane came out of the bathroom. She was dressed and composed. Only her smile gave anything away. I sat up. "Will I see you again?" I asked. "Look, if you do see me, anywhere except in this room, you must ignore me. Understand?" "Yes, I get it. But you are coming back then?" She paused, then grinned, "Oh dammit Todd, that was the best sex I've ever had! Of course I'm coming back!" She kissed me again and left the room. I went to the bathroom. When I came out, Mrs. Bateman was there. She smiled at me and then looked at the wet, crumpled sheets. She reached out and wiped up some of the wetness. Holding her hand to her face she inhaled deeply and grinned. "I love the smell of hot, wet sex," she said. "Call me sick if you want, but it turns me on.' She walked over to me and gently caressed my cock. "She didn't break you, and it sounded like you pleased her. I'm proud of you Todd. I knew you'd be a great fuck." She pointed to an envelope on the nightstand. "That's yours." Curious, I opened it. Inside were twenty dollar bills, I quickly counted them. "Two hundred bucks?" "Yes, that's all yours." To be continued. Based on a post by Sel Wync Dog, for Literotica

Mrs. Bateman's Cougar Club: Part 1 The Summer of '77 Changed My Life. Based on a post by Sel Wync Dog. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Way back in 1977, I was a naive 18-year-old. Summer was here and I wanted to spend it having fun. I was going to start college in the fall and luckily, didn't have to work. Mom and Dad were fortunate and made good money. He was the VP of Advertising and Marketing for a major energy company and Mom was actually a successful author. I had a generous allowance and a car (a white '73 BMW) It had been Dad's, and he gave it to me at graduation. I guess I should tell you about myself. I was a blonde-haired, skinny white boy with blue eyes and a big dick. Not that I'd done anything with it. It was just genetics. I knew I was bigger than my friends, but none of the girls I knew were aware of that and I was too shy to advertise it. Hell, I wasn't even sure what to do with it. My first experiments with jacking off were surprising and yet disappointing. I wanted a woman. But as I said, I was painfully shy around the females of the species. My best friend throughout school had been Rick Bateman. Rick had joined the Navy after graduating, and was off at boot camp. Well, one day his Mom called. She said that with Rick gone, she needed help with a few things involving the pool and asked if I would come over. My Mom of course said yes without even asking me. "Todd, go on over to Olivia Bateman's and give her a hand with her pool." I rang the doorbell and she let me in. "Thank you for coming over Todd! I was hoping you weren't too busy." "Not at all Mrs. Bateman," I replied. "Just listening to albums." "That's nice, Rick likes the Eagles. Do you?" "Oh yeah! They're awesome!" She led me out into the back yard, Like most people in our neighborhood, she had a pool. "With Rick around, I never hired a pool service, but now; I'm here alone, and I would rather hire the maintenance done." She gestured at the pool. Since Rick had been gone, it had accumulated a layer of leaves. "No problem," I said. I'll take care of it." She went inside and I set to work. Amazingly it wasn't too bad. I was finishing up when I heard her come outside again. Now their pool was inside a privacy fence but when I turned around I was surprised. She was wearing a white bathrobe. Outside. In June. Looking back I can say Mrs. Bateman was about 5'7", 130 to 140 pounds, and very curvy. Her tits had to be in the double to triple D range. Her wavy dark brown hair was worn most often loose and reached her shoulders. Of course, although I acknowledged her as attractive for a middle-aged woman, she was forty-one years old, but I hadn't really thought of her in a sexual way. I'd known her and Rick for twelve years. Her husband had passed away about six years earlier from cancer. As I stared she dropped the robe onto a chaise. She was completely naked. She slowly walked over to the pool and down the steps. She finally turned to face me when she was waist-deep. "I just love having a pool!" she said smiling. "And I hate the idea of paying someone to tend to it. Do you think you could do it for me, Todd?" "Umm; I guess so." I automatically answered. "Wonderful!" She turned over and floated on her back, slowly going the length of the pool. She turned and swam back then faced me again. "Well, Todd?" "Huh?" I stared at her big tits as they floated in full view. "Are you coming in?" "Uh;" "Todd, when a woman gets naked and invites you to skinny dip with her; you really should. Wouldn't you rather touch these than just stare at them?" she said as she cupped her breasts. Okay, as I said earlier, I was awkward and nervous around girls and not experienced or confident. But the offer finally overcame my shyness and I quickly stripped and dove in. Now the view of her big breasts had aroused me somewhat, but my nervousness had prevented a full-blown hard-on. I suddenly found myself in front of her and she slipped her arms around me and pulled me close. She kissed me and I felt her breasts pressing into me. I felt my erection growing. She did too; and reached down to grasp the thick rod. No one had ever done that. I almost came right then. But she was experienced enough to realize how careful she had to be. She smiled and released me after a moment. "My, you are blessed, aren't you, Todd? Why aren't the girls all over you?" I blushed. "I...uh;" "Oh? Really? You're still a virgin? Well, that won't do. That won't do at all. Here," she patted the edge of the pool, "sit up here. I want to visit Mr. Todd for a while" As I sat on the pool edge she spread my legs wide, then toyed and stroked my cock gently while smiling at me. "Such a nice, big cock." she said. Then she kissed it, licked it up and down, and finally slipped it into her mouth. She sucked on it as she stroked it. Her grip was firm. I reclined back and rested on my elbows. In no time, I knew I was going to cum. I tried to warn her but she ignored me and I blew my load into her mouth. Mrs. Bateman didn't miss a beat and continued to swallow it all as she stroked my jerking cock. I was stunned. I didn't know that was a thing. I had no idea a woman would do that. Of course, all I knew was that:  you touched a girl, she got wet, you got hard, you stuck it in, thrust until you came. Period. I truly knew no more than that. I had a lot to learn. Mrs. Bateman finally finished and smiled at me. She continued to play with my cock. "What? Did that surprise you, Todd?" "Yeah; you just;" "Swallowed your cum," she said matter-of-factly. "Some women like to. Some don't. I assume no one ever did that for you before." I shook my head. "Well, I like to. Especially with young guys. Otherwise, you might not last long once we start fucking." My eyes popped. "Oh yes! I intend to fuck you, Todd. What do you think about that? I intend to fuck you today, and if you're good enough, all summer long." She took my hands and pulled me into the pool with her. She kissed me again and again, slowly teaching me to do it right. I squeezed her tits and she guided me to be gentle and allowed me to kiss and suck on them. See I loved big tits. Always have. My girlfriends had laughed at my infatuation with big knockers, and two of my slutty classmates had let me see and touch them. One had let me kiss and suck a bit. She might have been a C cup at best. These big, beautiful things were amazing! They were huge, soft, round and firm all at the same time. Her areola were large tan ovals and her nipples were thick stubs. I squeezed, kissed, sucked and played with them as she smiled and giggled. "Boys! Every one of you are titty-crazy! Come sit on the 3rd step up. I'll sit below you. Now wrap your arms around me and let my tits know how much you like them" I was giddy with enthusiasm and soon I had her nipples poking out firmly. " You just can't get enough of my big titties huh? Well go on, enjoy yourself!" She said and laughed, as she leaned back against my chest. But a minute later she spun around to face me, kneeling, and pulled my face to hers and kissed me again. This time she slipped her tongue into my mouth. My last girlfriend had allowed only a few French kisses and this was thrilling. Mrs. Bateman also began to fondle my turgid cock again, and when I was good and stiff, she climbed up the steps from the pool and lay on the padded double chaise lounge. She spread her legs and toyed with her pussy. I followed and as I mounted her, she took my cock and guided me into her. She was wet and warm and it felt fantastic. She was still holding my rather thick cock and coached me to use short strokes in and out until I could fit deep inside of her. "Oh god, Todd! That's it; nice and slow. God, you're so big! Oh, that feels so good! Yes, yes; that's it; oh so good, oh so good!" We fucked nice and slow for a few minutes and then I warned her I was cumming again. She laughed and grabbed my hips and held me deep. "Go ahead Todd, cum in me! Give it to me!" I couldn't hold back and came, emptying my load deep inside of her. "God! Yes! That feels so good!" she moaned. When I had finished, I pulled out and collapsed onto the chaise. Mrs. Bateman began to play with her pussy and the flood of cum, thrusting her fingers in deep and rubbing it all over her pussy. "Not bad;" she said. "A nice big cock, lots of cum; but you need training and practice. If you keep quiet about it; this is going to be an amazing summer." Mrs. Bateman and I had sex again before she sent me home. I was fortunate that my parents were too busy and disinterested to notice my shit-eating grin. The next day Mrs. Bateman "hired" me to help her with her rental properties. Mom and Dad bought it and thereafter, my daily disappearances were ignored.     I would arrive at her home and we would fuck immediately. This could be in any room of the house or at the pool. We fucked in the living room, bedroom, kitchen, guest rooms, even Rick's room, with the Eagles latest album playing on the stereo.  One day she led me into the garage and I fucked her across the hood of her '73 Cadillac Coupe de Ville. She was wearing a nice skirt and shiny satin blouse, and as we kissed and groped, I found she was wearing no panties and was soaking wet. As I played with her pussy, she opened her blouse and lifted her braless tits out. I bent her over the hood and took her from behind as she shouted encouragement at me. After a bit, she pushed me away and rolled onto her back with her hips on the fender and her legs in the air. As I fucked her, she played with her tits and moaned. When we finished, I had to back the car out and wash it. Oh and she insisted that I always call her either Mrs. Bateman, Ma'am, or Mistress. Never Olivia or any affectionate nickname. I understand now that it was to keep me from becoming too casual in public. But at the time it was also fun. I would step up behind her in the living room and reach around to cup her huge tits. Nibbling on her neck I would whisper. "God, Mrs. Bateman you are so sexy! I just can't help myself. I want to fuck you so bad!" "Oh Todd," she would reply, "if you insist." She would bend over the sofa and I would lift her skirt and finger her pussy before slipping my cock into her wet folds and snug, warm depths. "Oh Mrs. Bateman, that feels so good!" I would moan. "You feel good too Todd. such a big thick cock!" Then after pumping into her cunt for a while. "Oh Mrs. Bateman, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum Mrs. Bateman!" Sometimes she would let me cum inside her, sometimes she would turn and suck me off. Once she didn't turn fast enough and I sprayed my load all over her face and the front of her dress. I expected her to be angry but she simply smiled. "I'm sorry Mrs. Bateman!" "That's okay, it happens," she said as she wiped the cum from her face and sucked on her fingers. "But this dress; come help me change." This went on almost daily for three full weeks. I was coming home tired and my cock was sore, but I was thrilled. I mean this woman wanted a lot of sex! We were fucking at least three times a day! I learned to be a good fuck, of course, but more than that, she taught me to be a great kisser, a skilled cunnilinguist, and an attentive lover. I learned foreplay, physical and mental, and to focus on pleasing her, knowing that the journey to her orgasm was fun and pleasing to me and that my own orgasm was always just minutes after hers. It was thrilling to feel her pussy squeezing my cock as she came. That, coupled with her vocalizations (be they cries of pleasure, squeals of delight, or shouts of ecstasy) always made me cum. And beyond all that, she was paying me cash every Friday to keep up the illusion that I had a legitimate job. I thought I was in heaven. Man, was I wrong. Overnighters. July 1st was on Friday. Mom and Dad had wanted to go on vacation that week and the next. I didn't, of course and Mrs. Bateman came up with the ruse that one of her renters was moving and we had to clean the place, paint, and prep it for the next renter that week. Mom was upset, but Dad said it was a good experience;  and I was left behind. I wanted to spend the night at her home but figured Mom would call me nightly to check on me. Mrs. Bateman instead came over and spent the night in my bed Thursday night. We made love for what seemed like hours and my bed was soaked. She simply threw a towel over the wetness and went to sleep. This was the first time in my life that I had a woman sleep with me. I mean she went to sleep in my arms. I discovered that amazing feeling of a soft, sensual body pressed against mine. The next morning I woke up with the typical morning woodie but she wasn't interested until she'd had a chance to wake up and get some coffee. We did fool around elsewhere in the house, even going sixty-nine across my parent's bed. Then she said she had some things to do and told me to come over at four with an overnight bag. Discrete with Diane. When I arrived, there was another car in her driveway. A nice cream colored Mercedes 450SLC. A convertible with the heart of a sports car. When I went in, using the side door for appearance sake as she always insisted, I found Mrs. Bateman sitting in the living room with another woman. Mrs. Bateman was in her favorite wing chair, attired in a red skirt and white blouse. She waved me in. "Ah, here he is," she said. "Todd this is Diane, Diane, Todd," she made the introductions. Diane stood and sized me up. She was tall, in her heels she matched my 5'11". Her hair was blonde and she was a bit more slender than Mrs. Bateman with smaller tits. She was tanned and her sleeveless dress was white with a deep V front and a fully pleated skirt. As she stepped closer I couldn't help but glance at her cleavage. Diane traced the V with one finger and smiled. The other hand she placed on my cheek. To my surprise she kissed me. A nice deep, long kiss. A second kiss followed and I felt her hand slide down to my crotch where it squeezed my growing cock. As she stepped back, she grinned. "Oh yes, he'll do nicely." She kissed me again, this time with more passion. My hands found her waist and slid up her back. I had no idea why this strange woman was doing this but damn, I wasn't going to turn it down. She broke the kiss and walked away. Picking up her purse and a small bag, she went up the stairs. I watched her long legs in that swishing skirt and stood there grinning. Finally, as she disappeared from view the enchantment was broken. Mrs. Bateman stood and came over, wrapping her arms around me. "What's going on?" I asked. "Oh Todd, it's quite simple. You are going to go up to the guest room and fuck her brains out. The same way you fuck me." "What?" "Yes, she's waiting to fuck you. So go fuck her. Give her what she wants, any way she wants, for as long as she wants. Be polite and patient and above all, ask no questions!" "She wants to have sex with me?" I asked incredulously. "Yes, don't look so shocked! Look, if she met you somewhere else and hit on you, suggested having sex, wouldn't you do it?" "Umm; Well before you started fucking me, yeah. But now that we're fucking.;" Mrs. Bateman smiled, "And if you want to keep fucking me, you'll go up there and please her, like I know you can. Think of it as practice." She swatted my ass and pointed to the stairs. "Go." I knocked on the door but it was slightly ajar. I went in and closed it behind me. Diane was standing at the foot of the bed. With barely a sound, the dress slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor around her ankles. She paused a moment to let me gaze at her naked body. She was nicely tanned except for the white skin of her bikini area. The stark tan lines were strangely erotic, obviously she tanned in a small string bikini. Her tits were about a C cup and her areola large and round with little pink nipples. Her waist was slim, and her hips round and firm. She was proud of her body and liked showing it off it seemed. "Your turn," she said. I stripped and as my growing cock was freed, she grinned broadly. She climbed onto the bed and uncrossed her legs, revealing a pussy covered in short, sandy straight hair. "I'm told you have a talented tongue; Show me." I started with kisses on her ankles and slowly moved up each leg to her knees and then up her inner thighs. By the time I reached her pussy she was gasping and breathing rapidly. I could smell her arousal and she was already quite wet, beads of fluid lined her inner lips and she tasted sweet. I did my best to focus on pleasing her as Mrs. Bateman had taught me. Soon her hips were rocking and her hands were squeezing her breasts. A cry of ecstasy and a gush of juices confirmed her orgasm. I lapped up the tasty wetness and looked up at her. "Oh god!" she panted. "Fuck me, fuck me now!" I slid my knob against her wet slit and pushed it in. She was so wet it slid in easily. A few thrusts and I was all the way in. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" she panted. I held it deep and kissed her, then she grabbed my head and stared deep into my eyes. "Fuck me!" I started thrusting in and out and she moaned and groaned in pleasure. Soon I rose to my elbows and picked up the pace. Her pussy was making wet squishy sounds and her tits were bouncing. I couldn't last and came, pumping my load in her. She gasped. "Oh god! Oh god no! Not yet! Don't stop! Oh no!"     I sat up to catch my breath and as I pulled out I could see the cum start to flow out of her pussy. I found it weirdly erotic. Very erotic. Mrs. Bateman usually either played with it, ignored it, or wiped it up with tissues. I'd never actually watched it. I reached down and toyed with it, running my fingers through it and spreading it over her pussy. Diane was watching too. I spread a glob over her clit and she twitched and gasped. I slipped two fingers inside of her and she moaned. I stroked the inside of her pussy behind her clit and she bit her lip and groaned. I kept it up and she was soon gasping and trembling. She started pinching her nipples as I stroked faster and faster. Cum was everywhere. Then she threw her head back and cried out, "Oh Fuck! Gah!" My cock was hard again and I shoved it in, pushing all the way in one, hard, violent thrust. "Ah! Oh Fuck!" she screamed. I could feel her pussy spasming around my cock, squeezing and releasing over and over again. Diane grabbed my hand and placed it over her mouth and screamed again and again. I started thrusting. Slowly pulling out until only my knob was inside then thrusting hard, slamming our bodies together. Each time, she screamed into my hand. I began thrusting faster and she started sucking my cum drenched fingers. Soon I was up on my knees, gripping her legs and pounding her furiously. Diane was gasping, and moaning, and weeping as she grabbed and pulled on the sheets. I had no idea what I was doing, only that I couldn't stop. I was overcome with desire, and passion, and need. I have no idea how long I fucked like that, but finally felt the release coming and came again. I finished and pulled out, watching again the flow of cum from her reddened pussy. At some point Diane had stopped being coherent and was limp with her eyes rolled back and simply lay there moaning and humming. I lay next to her and cradled her head. After a minute, her eyes focused on me and she smiled. I kissed her and pushed the hair from her face. I laid down and she rolled onto her side next to me. She lifted one leg up and over me and I could feel the wetness on my hip. After a bit I dozed off. I was awakened by Diane, stirring and sitting up. She smiled at me and went into the bathroom. When she came out she seemed more composed and sat next to me. She gently toyed with my flaccid cock. "That; That was amazing." "Thank you." I softly replied. "I; I, uh; I came, uh; I came a lot. I've never; had that happen, that intense, that; long. God, a part of me wants to do it again. But I don't think I could take another session like that." "So we take it easy this time," I said. My cock was growing as she played with it. Diane smiled and straddled me. We kissed and I caressed her hips and back as she rubbed her pussy against my cock. She reached down and guided it into her pussy, and slowly slid down onto it. I let her ride me at her pace. She liked it slow and I caressed her thighs, hips, waist and breasts as she rose and fell. The slow pace was nice, I relaxed and studied her, my mind wandering. Who was she? I couldn't recall exactly where I'd seen her, yet she did seem familiar. She was admittedly sexy, yet mature. I guessed she was in her late thirties at the most. I felt like she was a trophy wife, she had that air about her. The realization that I was probably fucking somebody's wife didn't upset me. If anything it made me feel special. Damn lucky in fact. And if she wanted to meet again? I knew I wouldn't turn it down. Mrs. Bateman suddenly leapt into my mind. What was going on? Why had she allowed me to fuck this woman? How did they know each other? Was she indeed going to continue to fuck me after this? And if I could fuck only one of them, which would it be? Diane whoever-she-was was amazing, yet Mrs. Bateman had those huge tits and loved to suck my cock... I was jerked from my musings as Diane leaned down and kissed me. Her tits pressed into my chest. "God dammit Todd! I can't stand it! Fuck me again, fuck me hard and make me cum!" I grabbed her hips and started thrusting in and out. Faster and faster as she rocked forward on her knees. Her tits were in my face and I began to suck one. I squeezed her ass and pounded her pussy. Diane screamed into the pillow a minute later. "God! Yes! Ah!" I wanted to finish, to cum again, but I wasn't sure how much more it might take. Diane ended it for me, she slid down hard onto my cock and squeezed me tightly with her arms, legs and pussy. She held me tightly as she quivered for a minute or two, then slowly relaxed. She stayed on top and my cock relaxed inside of her. Finally she rose up and looked in my face. "God, you are so good!" she said and kissed me. "I, I have got to stop," she muttered. "I don't want to...but I'm so sore." Slowly she sat up and rolled off of me. My cock plopped wetly from her pussy. She bent and kissed me again. "Damn, you're a good lover. But I need time to heal after a fucking like this." She admitted. She stumbled into the bathroom, taking her dress with her. I lay there feeling awesomely happy. After a while Diane came out of the bathroom. She was dressed and composed. Only her smile gave anything away. I sat up. "Will I see you again?" I asked. "Look, if you do see me, anywhere except in this room, you must ignore me. Understand?" "Yes, I get it. But you are coming back then?" She paused, then grinned, "Oh dammit Todd, that was the best sex I've ever had! Of course I'm coming back!" She kissed me again and left the room. I went to the bathroom. When I came out, Mrs. Bateman was there. She smiled at me and then looked at the wet, crumpled sheets. She reached out and wiped up some of the wetness. Holding her hand to her face she inhaled deeply and grinned. "I love the smell of hot, wet sex," she said. "Call me sick if you want, but it turns me on.' She walked over to me and gently caressed my cock. "She didn't break you, and it sounded like you pleased her. I'm proud of you Todd. I knew you'd be a great fuck." She pointed to an envelope on the nightstand. "That's yours." Curious, I opened it. Inside were twenty dollar bills, I quickly counted them. "Two hundred bucks?" "Yes, that's all yours." To be continued. Based on a post by Sel Wync Dog, for Literotica

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You keep reworking the curriculum of your offer instead of launching it.You're designing a beautiful website, tweaking graphics in Canva, writing posts you never publish.You research.You revise.You overthink.You scroll for “inspiration.”You take notes.You gather ideas.And then you tell yourself it's “not ready yet.”Meanwhile, the days go by.The weeks go by.The months go by.And you're still inside your head…still brainstorming…still “getting things together”…still “working on your offer”…Still.Not. Moving.And here's the truth:Your business will never replace your income if you are avoiding the one action that actually moves the needle.There is ONE thing every successful entrepreneur does.Not the strategy.Not the niche.Not the branding.Not the tech.THIS thing.And until you're willing to do it — like actually do it — your business will stay stuck in place.Let's talk about the moment I realized this…and the six steps that will pull you out of the overthinking loop and into real momentum.Trying to build a business without being seen…When I pivoted into business coaching, I immediately have 7-8 clients I started working with. One day I decided to sit down, and analyze their intake forms for my market research.I sat with them.I studied them.And at some point as I was deep in my analysis of the research, it hit me.The truth was suddenly screaming off the page:They are trying to build a business without being seen. It was like they were hiding in the backend of their business.Hiding behind tasks that “felt productive” but didn't require emotional exposure.Once I saw this pattern… I couldn't unsee it. And the image that came to mind was of my dog in residency, Champion.The hidey hole: The Place You Hide When Something Feels Too VulnerableBack when I was in residency, I had a sweet little dog named Champion.Champion loved me… and was terrified of almost everyone else.So when the dog walker came into my apartment?He would run straight into the back of my closet — this tiny corner we affectionately called his Hidey Hole — and refuse to come out.She'd have to gently coax him out every single time.He wasn't trying to make everyone's life difficult. His nervous system was just overwhelmed and he was instinctively trying to protect himself. What I realized is… My clients were trying to build their businesses from a hidey hole. And maybe this is something you do as well. You're recording podcasts… but sending them to no one.You're outlining programs… but never releasing them.You're creating content… but never publishing it.You're planning and working and creating on your computer… but hesitate to put your work out into the world. You are trying to build your business from a hidey hole because you are afraid of being seen. It's avoidance — disguised as productivity.It's doing the safe work.The solo work.The invisible work.The work that doesn't involve other people, opinions, or outcomes.And just like Champion — you're hiding because something feels scary.Something feels too vulnerable.Something feels too emotionally risky.But here's the real problem:You can't build a business from a hidey hole. Not a real one.Not one that makes money.Not one that replaces your income.Because a business that makes money requires you to put yourself out there. It requires you to get in the arena.Getting in the arenaLet's throw it back to Teddy Roosevelt's man in the arena speech…“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcomingWho knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement.And who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”That quote says it all. Being an entrepreneur forces you to choose what kind of person you want to be.Do you want to be in the arena?Or do you want to be a cold and timid soul?Arena Action vs. Hidey-Hole ActionLet's define these two types of actions right now so we are on the same page. Hidey Hole Action involves you and your computerArena Action involves other people.Hidey Hole action is all the stuff you do alone:* brainstorming* tinkering* curriculum building* tweaking graphics* editing modules* planning* re-planning* researching* thinkingAll the internal, safe, low-exposure work.Arena action is anything with a chance of emotional exposure:* reaching out to someone* pitching a collab* posting content* sharing your offer* having market research convos* doing a livestream * hosting a webinarArena action is what actually builds a business.Hidey Hole action is what keeps you busy and distracted. And if you are unwilling to do arena action your business will never make money. So today, I'm walking you through the 6 strategies for getting into the arena. 1. Accept That It's RequiredWhen I first started building my business, I didn't realize what it took to build a business. I signed up for a life coaching certification without actually thinking about how I would get clients. For some reason it didn't seem relevant. But on week 3 of my certification training, I opened the workbook to the section called “Prospecting.”Prospecting — which was really the practicing of building relationships with potential clients. I read through the workbook. Feeling more horrified with each sentence that I read. Stunned, I closed my laptop. Internally I was screaming…” wait I have to do WHAT?”Up until that moment, I hadn't thought about the “business” part of building a business. I wasn't thinking about having sales conversations.I wasn't thinking about doing marketing. So the realization I would have to put myself out there like a mormon on a mission filled me with dread. I seriously thought about quitting right then. Backing out of the whole business thing. But instead, I decided to commit.I realized that entrepreurship required stepping into the arenaover and over agiain.and I decided to rise to the challenge. You know what they say… . acceptance is the first step. So thats what I need you todo first. Take a moment and let it sink in for real.You cannot build a business without being seen.You can't build a business in a hidey hole.You must take bold + vulnerable action again and again to build a business. Entrepreneurship requires you to step into the arena.Period. 2. Choose the Discomfort of GrowthThe concept of comfort zone is a lie. People think they can either choose to stay in their comfort zone, or get out of their comfort zone and grow. That's not the choice. Because the truth is “stay in your comfort zone” is not a real choice. You can stay put where you are, but where you are is not comfortable.If your current situation was truly comfortable… you wouldn't be trying to solve for it. You are not comfortable. You are in familiar discomfort. The choice is NOT stay in your comfort zone or get out of your comfort zone because every path has discomfort. The real choice is which discomfort to you want?The discomfort of stagnationorthe discomfort of growth? You will be uncomfortable either way, so all you can do is choose your preferred discomfort. 3.Leverage your social circleWhen I surrounded myself with other entrepreneur friends — people who were also posting, launching, experimenting it became so much easier to do it myself.Putting yourself out there.Taking on emotional risk to build something of your own became a social currency. A normal behavior. I wasn't the only one feeling exposed — everyone was.We were all in the arena together.And that's the magic of community:Proximity normalizes fear.When the people around you are doing brave things regularly, your bravery starts to rise to meet theirs.4. Learn How to Regulate and Process Your EmotionsThe only reason you avoid stepping into the arena is because you are afraid of your own feelings. * You're afraid you won't get the result you want and feel disappointed.* You're afraid people will judge you and you'll feel embarrassed.* You're afraid of getting a no and feeling rejected. * You're afraid you'll feel like a failure.It always comes back to a feeling. If you weren't afraid of those emotions, nothing would stop you.This is why emotional regulation matters so much.Because when you know how to:* process your emotions* be with your emotions* support yourself through your emotions* expand your emotional capacitythere's nothing to be scared of. Your fear shrinks.Your capacity expands.The reason I can get into the arena on such a regular basis is because I've trained myself to hold all emotions. I feel so confident in my emotional capacity.That doesn't mean I'm not afraid, but I can manage the fear because I trust myself to manage all my emotions. Once you learn how to manage your emotions, the arena stops feeling like an existential threat — and starts feeling like a fun challenge. 5. Anchor Yourself in the MissionWhen you're rooted in your mission the arena stops feeling like a personal performance… and starts feeling like service.This is where your clarity anchors come in:* Who you're here to help* The result you help them achieve* Why you're the one to lead themWhen you're grounded in those three truths, everything shifts.You're no longer entering the arena to “prove yourself.”You're not posting for validation.You're not launching to feel worthy.You're doing it because your people need you.When your mission is bigger than you, your courage increases.Your willingness expands.Your resistance softens.It's not about being selfless — it's about being mission-led.When you anchor into why you're here and who you're here to serve…you stop obsessing over how you look and start focusing on who you can help.That mission pulls you forward in a way willpower never could.And some days, that mission is the only thing that gets you into the arena.6. Make “Getting Into the Arena” the Entire MetricThis is the one that frees you.Most people avoid the arena because they're terrified of what will happen after the action:“What if I launch… and no one buys?”“What if I pitch… and no one responds?”“What if I try… and it flops?”But that fear only exists because you're measuring the wrong thing.Your metric — especially in the beginning — is NOT:* Did it sell?* Did it convert?* Did people like it?* Did it work?Your metric is simply:“Did I get into the arena today?”That's it.Did you launch the thing?Did you post the post?Did you submit the pitch?Did you put yourself out there?That is the only metric that matters at the start.When getting into the arena becomes the whole metric, something magical happens:You stop tying your self-worth to outcomes.You start celebrating your courage instead of critiquing your performance.And once you've mastered that — the consistency, the self-trust, the willingness to show up — THEN you can start focusing on outcomes.But not before.Because you cannot optimize what you're too afraid to do consistently.So let the metric be simple.Did you get into the arena?If yes → celebrate.If no → hold yourself accountable. That's how momentum is built.That's how capacity is built.And that's how businesses are built.It's time to get into the arena…At the end of the day, business is not built in your Google Docs, or your Canva files, or the safe little corners of your brain where everything feels theoretically perfect.Business is built in the arena.It's built in the moments when you choose to feel the discomfort instead of avoiding it.When you choose growth over hiding.When you choose the mission over your fear.When you choose showing up even when there's no guarantee of how it will go.Every entrepreneur you admire has felt the exact same emotions you're feeling right now — the doubt, the fear, the awkwardness, the vulnerability — and the only difference is that they kept going.They didn't wait to feel ready.They didn't wait for perfection.They didn't wait until certainty arrived.They increased their emotional capacity.They anchored into their mission.They made “getting into the arena” the only metric that mattered — until it became normal.And that is available for you, too.So if you take nothing else from this:Stop measuring success by outcomes you haven't earned the emotional reps for yet.Start measuring success by your willingness to step into the arena at all.Because when you consistently show up — even imperfectly, even shakily, even with your heart beating out of your chest — you become the kind of person who can hold the results you say you want.You become someone who can launch.You become someone who can sell.You become someone who can lead.You become someone who can succeed.Not because you eliminated fear — but because you learned how to walk with it.So ask yourself:Did I get into the arena today?If the answer is yes — that's everything.If the answer is no — you know exactly what to do next.Your business will grow in direct proportion to the number of times you choose courage over comfort.Get into the arena.Feel what you need to feel.Show up again tomorrow.This is how you become the entrepreneur you want to be.If you want to join me in the arena, this is exactly what we do inside of Create Your Six Figure Offer. 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Share your lol moments of the episodeLet's talk about convoluted plotlines, bad acting, and creepy clowns, baby! This week we are finishing out the Hell House LLC franchise with Hell House LLC: Lineage. This is the first movie in the franchise to steer away from the found footage style and let's just say... it didn't pay off. This movie was messy messy messy and we have a LOT to say and a lot of jokes about it, so tune in to hear everything that happens in this movie!Recap starts ~ 24:14Socials:Follow us on Instagram, TikTok and Threads @scaredybratspod

You don't have a marketing problem. You have an attention problem. Period. It's time to stop thinking your quality work is enough - the best contractor doesn't win, the best known one does. Joey Yak of Content 4 Contractors breaks down the mindset you need to dominate your local market with video, including his "Zone Method" (Personal, Experience, Expert) and the C4 strategy (Creativity, Consistency, Communication, Convenience). If you're tired of waiting on referrals, it's time to build a brand that makes you locally famous. https://content4contractors.com/This is your blueprint to building the creative department your business needs.============================================================Our new mini-course The Contractor's Code to FINALLY Cracking $1M just launched! Click Here to Reserve Your FREE Access: https://thecontractorfight.com/code============================================================== Rate the Podcast ==Help your fellow contractors find the podcast! Please leave a rating/review.Apple PodcastsSpotify

Ever feel like you're doing everything “right” with your health and still can't figure out why your period's gone MIA? Or maybe you're confused about what's really going on post birth control and wonder if you'll ever feel “normal” again. In this episode, I sit back down with period recovery specialist Victoria Myers to unpack the overlooked signs of hypothalamic amenorrhea (HA), the science-backed practical strategies real women are using to regain their cycles and fertility naturally, and finally getting real answers when you've been dismissed or misunderstood. We're digging into why so many women are told IVF is their only option, how to differentiate between HA and PCOS (and yes, you can have both), what labs and lifestyle tweaks actually matter, and exactly what it takes to feel safe in your body so your hormones and fertility can thrive. So if you're ready to focus on the right changes to make your cycle regular again, even if you've struggled for years or lost hope, hit play and let's dive in.3:54 – Why Root Cause Investigation (HA vs. PCOS) Should Always Come First9:22 – How Eating More and Exercising Less Can Jumpstart Period Recovery14:34 – How Tracking Basal Body Temperature and Cervical Mucus Confirms Ovulation19:34 – What 2,500 Calories a Day Can Do for Your Hormones (Yes, Even If You're Petite)29:33 – Why Self-Worth and Body Image Are Tightly Linked with Period Health and The Best First Steps To Take If You Suspect HA or Irregular CyclesEpisode Links:Connect with Victoria: Website | InstagramCheck out Victoria's podcast: Nourishing Women PodcastOther Episodes You'll Love:Episode 133: Lost Your Period After Birth Control? Here's Why (and What to Do Next) | Victoria Myers, Period Recovery SpecialistEpisode 34: My Hormone Journey: Hypothalamic Amenorrhea, Candida, and More!

We're back with another Just Us and today we're unpacking the pure, unadulterated embarrassment of the clear bag - and Al has a new obsession fresh out of 2017!Meanwhile - we've discovered that Boy Alex may have some things to learn about the mechanics of periods and Em has been on a spiral (stay tuned for the live re-enactment)Can you help Em out of her existential spiral? Email us on shouldideletethatpod@gmail.com Follow us on Instagram:@shouldideletethat@em_clarkson@alexlight_ldnShould I Delete That is produced by Faye LawrenceStudio Manager: Elliott MckayVideo Editor: Celia GomezSocial Media Manager: Sarah EnglishMusic: Alex Andrew Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Mark your calendars for November 21st!I'm hosting my Welcome to the Science of Getting Your Period Back Live Training and I hope to see you there!In today's episode I'm talking about my multifaceted approach to recovering a regular menstrual cycle, regaining confidence in managing your own nutrition, valuing rest, and and cultivating mental well-being. I'm sharing insights from my personal journey and from my experiences working with my amazing clients. I've worked with so many wonderful women to regain their periods, and it's never just one thing that moves the needed. We take a holistic approach to hormonal health and we do it together!TakeawaysEating breakfast first thing in the morning is crucial.Avoid exercising or walking on an empty stomach.Fuel your body with plenty of carbs and fats.Slow down mentally and physically to listen to your body.Building a relationship of trust with your body is key.Recovery is about what is enough, not more than before.Hormones thrive in safety, not hustle mode.Stress hormones impact sex hormones and overall health.Rest is not weakness; it's essential for recovery.Trusting your body is vital for hormonal health.Apply for coaching w/Cynthia:  https://0u8h3wddwmr.typeform.com/StrategyCallDiscover the truth about HA:  click the link to download Cynthia's fact sheet that debunks common myths and misinformation! Website: https://www.periodnutritionist.comInstagram: www.instagram.com/period.nutritionistFor the full show notes - please visit my website: periodnutritionist.com

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Dealing with mastitis? Get Dr.Morgan's comprehensive Mastitis Manual here, and learn all about how to tell which type of mastitis you have, if you need antibiotics or not, and how to treat it naturally! Why does weaning sometimes feel like puberty all over again?What really happens to your body and mind when breastfeeding ends? From mood swings and night sweats to shifts in libido and energy, the postpartum experience doesn't stop once your baby's done nursing. Hormones recalibrate, neurotransmitters change, and sometimes it all hits harder than you expect.In this episode, we get into why some women glide through weaning while others feel like they've been knocked sideways, as well as what that “mini puberty” moment actually means for your physiology and emotions. It's a mix of real talk, biology, and the reassurance you wish you'd heard sooner.You'll Learn:[00:00] Introduction[06:53] Why breastfeeding protects against postpartum depression[09:00] The surprising physical changes after weaning[12:55] The truth about when it's biologically normal to night wean[15:33] How weaning can feel like puberty and what mood swings really mean[17:06] Why low progesterone after weaning can lead to early miscarriages[18:03] What to know about fertility, ovulation, and contraception while weaning[22:40] How weaning affects your thyroid, adrenals, and overall energyResources Mentioned:Milk Medicine Pregnancy Course | WebsiteRelated Healthy as a Mother Podcast Episodes:All About Weaning: Philosophy, How To, and Factors to Consider | Spotify or AppleBreastfeeding and Trying To Conceive | Spotify or AppleMastitis and Clogged Ducts: What TO Do and What NOT To Do | Spotify or AppleBaby-Led Weaning with Thriving Foundations with Dr. Alyssa | Spotify or AppleFind more from Dr. Leah:Dr. Leah Gordon | InstagramDr. Leah Gordon | WebsiteWomanhood Wellness | WebsiteFind more from Dr. Morgan:Dr. Morgan MacDermott | InstagramDr. Morgan MacDermott | WebsiteUse code HEALTHYMOTHER and save 15% at RedmondFor 20% off your first order at Needed, use code HEALTHYMOTHERSave $260 at Lumebox, use code HEALTHYASAMOTHER

Glasgow is home to many things whisky-related: Glasgow Distillery, Clydeside Distillery, The Bon Accord, The Pot Still, an SMWS Member's Room, and the home the one and only Jessica Rabbit Guillermo Lomas. The list could go on, really, but would surely be an "incomplete Joshua-Hatton-list" if we left off The Good Spirits Company; one of Glasgow's most respected and well curated whisky shops. Period.  Listen in Jess speaks with Co-owner, Matthew McFayden, about all things Good Spirits Co. It's a cracking conversation, to be sure!  What's more is Jess gives us a recap of her time at the 2025 Glasgow's Whisky Fest.  ...as usual, have a seat, have a pour, and listen in. Unless you're driving. If you're driving, be smart and stay sober but be sure to listen into the conversation! Special thanks to: - Weigh Down for allowing us to use their song "Wooden Monsters" as our theme song - Moana McAuliffe for designing our Podcast Logo - RØDE for making *really* great microphones - Focusrite for making awesome USB receivers - Olympus and Tascam for making fine mobile recording devices - Joshua Hatton for producing and editing

What do crystals, fossils, stunning sunsets, black magic, demons and insanity have in common?Our drive to Colorado does.It started as a simple trip — one week or so in Delta,Co., including driving time because we were scheduled to present at a Sasquatch conference in Beaver, Wa. immediately on our return. Larry and I had found a piece of land in Colorado that was stunning: acres of desert mesa beauty covered in selenite crystals, ancient fossils, and wide open sky. But to make it ours, we stepped into something else entirely.The land we originally purchased was not empty. It is 40 acres, half of which when looked upon resembles a moonscape pristine and majestic alluring and entrancing, yet look the other direction, and it was sprinkled in abandoned squatters encampments — people living in tents, and improvised shacks, surrounded by hills of garbage, abandoned vehicles, and the unmistakable residue of drugs and dark practices. It wasn't just a physical mess. The entire area felt thick, like a psychic swamp.Yet, the power and the message from the land was very clear: clean me.This started a line of questions and inquiries for Larry and me because it did not make much sense for our lives. Yes, the whole thing came about because we bought land and wanted to hold in person events there — yet the view was massively and negatively impacted by the encampments, not exactly the ideal backdrop for a gathering.We wondered how to fence off or hide the view of the encampments — maybe trees, or a very big fence — so our guests would not be subjected to the negative view. Little did we realize then that the negativity was not just in the view; the people there were drug addicts and black magic practitioners. It was a classic case of buying a slice of paradise then finding out your neighbors are 100% incompatible with your enjoyment of that paradise. Something not unlike the present split in reality we are cocreating this very moment more broadly. Some things are simply incompatible with each other. Period.But that realization came some time later.Some months ago, one of our neighbors told us that the parcel covered in black magic and detritus was for sale through a foreclosure sale. Larry and I looked at our finances and bought it. After the sheriff's sale, we believed the previous owners and their guests would become compelled to leave and we would have clean, clear land with some clean up perhaps to conduct.Nope. They dug in, and we had to spend months and thousands of dollars in litigation to clear them out. Apparently, landowners in Colorado have a huge burden and many hoops to clearing their land from individuals with any claim whatsoever to being present. Once cleared, trespassing is very strongly enforced with very serious consequences, but give, as in give permission at any point, even in a limited manner, and that can quickly be construed as permission to inhabit which then requires a long process to rescind.As we arrived there for our week visit, I remember standing there the first day, watching the wind shimmer through the crystals on the ground while the smell of decay and burnt plastic rose from piles of trash. Light and shadow, beauty and horror, coexisting within the same few acres of land. I thought it would be a quick cleanup because the eviction process was set and it was just a matter of the sheriff coming over and getting the squatters to leave the land.I was wrong.The Land of ParadoxThere's something surreal about seeing selenite glinting in the sunlight beside syringes and blackened fire pits. The land itself seemed to whisper — “Clean me.” It was both sacred and deep. Ancient. Yet, the surface was anything but.Larry and I sat down to discuss why Gaia — the land and the human collective — wanted it cleaned. After all, what does it matter to Gaia if those people and garbage stay there? After a million years, nothing would be left of them. A million years ago everything there was blown to smithereens by the largest volcanic eruption on the continent creating the flat topped mesa 100's of square miles in size, which is just the base of this gigantic mountain that is no more. Another million years ago the entirety was submerged at the bottom of an ocean of water. So a few people? What's the biggie, besides it was nasty to experience in our present, a dark to our light. But the message came in stronger every day: no one was allowed to stay, and no garbage was allowed to stay either.We visited the sheriff's office to find out what we were supposed to do, and they were very clear that for the process to be legal, we had to be present. Physically stay and be there for the entire process to be legal and complete. Otherwise, it would be cancelled and would need to begin over again from the beginning.Oops… We might not make our sasquatch event commitment…The eviction date was not the one stated in the judgment. We had to wait two days after that date, then get a writ for the sheriff, who would then post eviction notices, and after ten more days, go to the land to evict them. After that, the people would get another day to get all their stuff out.Not only that, but the eviction process itself was complex. It required us to go into all the structures where people were living — RVs, mobile homes, and so on — and remove absolutely everything that was not nailed to the ground, floor, or ceiling… by hand, and place it in an area they could later accessYup, we were told we had to move all the items by hand. There were deadlines, county notices, and an eviction process already in motion. On paper, it looked straightforward. In reality, what those people had in their living accommodations was the stuff of nightmares. The rooms were filled from floor to ceiling with garbage, scrap metal, dirty laundry and dishes, and so much more — including drug needles and black magic sigils on the floors, walls, and ceilings.And then came the energy of resistance. The people living there didn't want to leave. They begged, lied, cast spells, called the sheriff, their own lawyers, and called upon spirits — sometimes all in the same day. They wept and they cursed. It wasn't just about losing a camp; it was about a dark collective trying to hold on to territory, both physical and energetic.At night, I could feel the field pulsing — fear, anger, confusion, war. Each morning, I'd wake determined to face it again, and each night, I'd fall into bed emotionally drained, my nervous system fried.The Human Vessel of DarknessIt's easy to think of “squatters” as a faceless problem. But once you meet them, you realize they're human vessels of darkness — fragments of the collective human psyche acting out low-frequency patterns: aggression, anger, suffering, indulgence, righteousness. Each one carried archetypes: the lost healer, the trickster, the wanderer, the wounded child, the demon, the mage.Some were kind, some dangerous, some clearly caught in deep delusion. A few believed the land was “theirs by divine right.” Others just wanted to stick it to the man. I couldn't help but feel pity for their choices — but pity alone wasn't enough.One of the sheriff's deputies told us to be careful — that these people had months to get organized and leave, and they hadn't. They would try to get us to let them stay longer, but if we agreed, the entire legal process we had gone through would be invalidated.For most lightworkers, the hardest part is learning where compassion ends and enabling begins. Sometimes love wears the face of firmness. Saying “no” to darkness is not a rejection of humanity — it's a kindness and an affirmation of truth.This was one of the most important things to keep in mind for this trip: staying loving without becoming naïve, staying clear without becoming aggressive or overwhelmed.Still, leading up to the eviction date, our bodies took a toll — both emotionally and physically.And then, our allies rallied around us.Yes — four of our Driving to the Rez panelists, plus our friend Teo, traveled over a thousand miles to help us clean not just the new land, but also the previous property, which still had garbage and negative energies from the previous year when we had purchased it.They arrived in two RVs, with their pet dogs, garbage bags, gloves, and other equipment to get the job done. And did they ever!They arrived a few days before the eviction date and got to work. We also had an amazing time hunting for desert-grown selenite crystals, fossils, agates, jasper, and petrified wood.At night, we gathered to skywatch in the desert and saw multiple planes, satellites, and yes — UFOs!The Eviction Day ArrivedThe sheriff's deputies arrived on time, calm and professional. The county representatives were kind, responsive, and genuinely concerned. The neighbors offered tools, advice, and hands.It was as if the universe had organized a living example of collective light-in-action. Where I expected bureaucracy, I found compassion. Where I expected to be overwhelmed, I found help.It reminded me that humanity is not lost. The system — often criticized for its lack of empathy — became, in this case, a framework through which order, safety, and clarity could flow.It wasn't “us versus them.” It was all of us bringing a corner of reality back into coherence.Larry and I met the sheriff's deputies at the road and decided to evict the trailers scattered throughout the land first. As it happened, the people had already left, but they had left their trailers and a lot of items inside them. We left our helpers back at our other parcel until we were sure those people were gone; they had become aggressive in previous days, and we didn't want to risk anyone's safety.We had employed a moving company that specialized in evictions. They said they would empty the buildings, place everything on the doorway, and then we had to move it away to a designated area where the squatters then had 24 hours to collect it.Two big, strong men arrived to empty the trailers and buildings, and Larry got to work with them.Then it was time for the big mobile homes. The sheriff told the people to leave the building, and they did so without a fuss. We called our friends, and they came over to start getting everything from the doorway out into the land where the squatters could then pick through it and take whatever they wanted. For 24 hours, all that stuff was still theirs.It took about eight hours non-stop to remove all the items from the two mobile homes. The residents were hoarders — like the worst nightmare show on TV, but worse. Looking back, if our friends had not come, we would have taken several days to finish the job.All I could do was watch and hold space, as before we left for Colorado I had broken my ankle and was not able to move much or stand on it.The Weight of NegativityDespite all the help, the experience took a toll. The level of emotional and mental pressure was something I hadn't felt in years. It wasn't just the logistics; it was the energetic density. The constant whining, as the adults played victims and painted us as aggressors, was exhausting.There was a young boy, around fifteen years old, who lived in that mess. Quite honestly, he was the most positive and helpful of the entire group.My emotional body felt inflamed and overstretched. My mental field would spin with intrusive thoughts and worries that weren't ours. At times I'd stare at the situation, wondering how so much darkness could exist in one place.One of the pieces of guidance I had received before eviction day was to realize that this was not about those people. They chose to stay where they didn't belong and to live in that type of situation. Gaia and the human collective did not want them there, and we were facilitating their exit. They will be fine and continue with their choices no matter where they go.Remember, this is our land now. As a matter of fact, they went to live at a much larger property with others who have the same lifestyle. We know this because, in the following week, we helped them take a lot of their stuff to the new land. They were not unhappy. On the contrary.It reminded me that in the light paradigm, darkness is literally not allowed to exist. Cruelty, addiction, co-dependent behavior, and black magic — all these things are not allowed to exist in our lives. Therefore, as we now owned the land, all those energies, and the people who carried them, had to leave.But why? I still wondered.Well, if you know my work, you'll know about the connection between power and land — and perhaps the Mapuche concept of the Rewe (pronounced “ewe,” though not spelled that way).I asked Gaia, why is it so important to own this land in Colorado and to clean it? We have our home in Washington State, and we have the Shamanashack and our collective land at Fossil Beach — so what is significant about the properties in Colorado?The answer came — fascinating, but not yet fully understood. The answer was: “The land in Colorado is a Rewe reservoir.”A reservoir of power? And if so, how do we access it?Well, the people there were using it for darkness. The Rewe was not fully activated, as no one knew how to do it — which was a good thing.So that was the reason for the removal of the people and the garbage that was encrusted on the land.It was not until everyone left and removed their claims that I pulled a couple of cards to get guidance on the land, and two things happened. One of them was that the power came out from inside the land and rose through my spine into the world — to take form.Just a note here: the sentence “The light inside rises and becomes form” will be fully explained in my next class, The Source Code of Manifestation: Unlocking the Quantum Core of Creation, which you can pre-orde here: “The Source Code of Manifestation”Sanity in the Midst of InsanityTo stay sane, I had to practice extreme diligence. Every day began with grounding, breathing, and re-centering in presence. I'd remind myself: observe, don't absorb.When fear, in the shape of stress, tried to creep in, I observed it as an external weather system. When exhaustion hit, I found small moments of beauty — the fossil of a shell glinting from the dirt, the way the setting sun turned the desert gold and purple, the laughter of a friend helping load the truck.The secret wasn't escaping the insanity. It was standing as the still point within it. Each day became an exercise in applied awareness — all the while allowing the inner light to rise and become form.What I understood is that true mastery is not theory or information only. We need to apply it for it to help — to use it in the mud, under pressure, surrounded by chaos, when the only thing holding us together is our choice to stay conscious and respond instead of react.The Turning PointWhen the final eviction was over, I didn't feel triumphant. I felt relief — and a strange sadness. That evening, a deep silence settled over the land. For the first time, I could hear the desert breathe again. Not just that, but I could feel myself and the desert breathing together.Our friends left after the squatters moved on. It still took a few extra days for the garbage to be hauled away, and beneath it all, the land revealed herself: ancient, raw, luminous. The selenite caught the morning light like tiny galaxies embedded in stone.A one-week trip had turned into a month-long marathon. The journey wasn't about property or cleanup — it was about embodiment, boundaries, and the split within consciousness. The human collective, represented by the county, the sheriff, the neighbors, and our small team, had come together to restore coherence.It was proof that light doesn't fight darkness — it simply holds a strong presence and boundaries for darkness to dissolve and move on. We were not friends, not acquaintances not cocreators with them, we were not enemies, conquerors, warriors pitted against each other, we were the light and only light.The Teaching from the LandLooking back, the land was the real teacher. The selenite — a stone of clarity, healing, and cleansing — wasn't just in the soil. It was in the experience. The fossils whispered of time, endurance, and the slow patience of existence.The entire ordeal mirrored humanity's current split: ancient wisdom buried under layers of distortion, now rising to the surface to be seen and healed.The most impinging realization for me was how much stress the human body and mind can endure when we forget to stay centered — and how quickly peace returns when we do.In the end, sacredness wasn't found in the crystals or fossils, but in the discipline of staying clear and kind when the world around us spins in chaos and tries to engage us in victim–aggressor blame and fear.The land wanted us to stay, and the work was not done yet. There were still piles of garbage and structures on the land that needed to be dealt with, but Larry and I put our foot down and drove home. Surprisingly, our trips usually take twice as long as the GPS tells us, but this time, instead of three days, it only took two.Who stayed behind finishing the cleaning of the land, garbage collection, and more was our friend and neighbor Jay. He sent us a video yesterday and we could not believe the change. All that is left are the mobile homes and a shed — nothing salvageable but things the squatters want back, and if they are able to figure out a way to get them off the land, we will work with them to do it.And yes — there's so much more to this story. The adventure, the people, the strange synchronicities, and the laughter that kept us human through it all. Even three guys on electric bikes going up and down adobe hills! Teo fell a few times, but it didn't stop him.To hear the full story from Larry's and my perspective and to find out what an adobe hill is, listen to this week's episode of Driving to the Rez.Subscribe wherever you get your podcasts, and join us for the next unexpected journey into the living field of Earth herself.To listen to our tribe's journey of over 1000 miles to help us, click here.The discussion doesn't stop here - listen to the full podcast episode for unfiltered insights from Inelia and our panelists. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.drivingtotherez.com/subscribe

Grim and James are joined by Jerry Cthulhu, ThatGuy, RSHarmful, Pirateshipping, Anubis, Endless, Armouro, and Suzanne! Enjoy the chat!!! Email me for the Guilded chatroom link! Check out our anime review show Shonen Dump www.shonendump.com James Cruz Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/cruz_controllin Grimsteak Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/grimcrt Grimsteak Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@grimsteak Send us hatemail or love mail at grimsteak@gmail.com Live Show Every Tuesday at 9pm est on CwS Radio https://s3.radio.co/s230f698de/listen Check out Jerry's show "Nox Mente' at https://noxmente.simplecast.com/

AP of 50+ years, host of Gambling with an Edge and author of Gambling Wizards - Richard Munchkin (https://x.com/RWM21) joins the show. From his start as an AP in old Las Vegas to the end where he shares the most...interesting(?) Bayesian update, this episode is a ride. Richard's story telling is unmatched in the industry - and he has a career of professional gambling to draw content from. We talk about his early days, and what he's doing now with regards to sports betting and other casino games. Can't miss episode!0:00 Intro2:45 How Richard Started w/ AP play12:00 Lost Skill of Being Willing to Battle22:00 Best Disguise Stories28:15 Networking & Working w/ Teams33:15 Traveling the World as an AP46:45 Getting the Money Out is King56:30 How to Scout Games1:18:00 Why Richard Does Content1:39:00 Q&AWelcome to The Risk Takers Podcast, hosted by professional sports bettor John Shilling (GoldenPants13) and SportsProjections. This podcast is the best betting education available - PERIOD. And it's free - please share and subscribe if you like it.My website: https://www.goldenpants.com/ Follow SportsProjections on Twitter: https://x.com/Sports__ProjWant to work with my betting group?: john@goldenpants.comWant 100s of +EV picks a day?: https://www.goldenpants.com/gp-picks

Pastor David Strader - Wednesday Night - 11.05.2025This message helps you learn how to overcome negativity and see your challenges through a faith-filled perspective that trusts God is with you in every situation.In this week's message, Pastor challenges us to shift how we see the battles we face. Drawing from 2 Corinthians 10 and Romans 12, he reminds us that real transformation begins in the mind. Before God changes our situation, He often changes our perspective. Through the stories of Gideon, Joseph, and David, we're encouraged to trade negativity for faith, fear for trust, and doubt for confidence in God's Word. No matter what stands in front of you, remember—He is with you. Period.

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Mainfreight's got its eyes on the road ahead, hoping for a big Christmas period to help it recover from a tough few months. Managing director Don Braid spoke to Corin Dann.

Many women and girls in the Pacific don't have access to pads, clean water or even the knowledge they need to practice proper menstrual hygiene.  Poor menstrual hygiene can lead to urinary tract infections and the stigma and shame around periods is stopping girls from attending school.  However, there are organisations trying to address the issue and improve women's health. On ABC Radio Australia's Sistas Let's Talk, host Natasha Meten speaks to Anne-Shirley Korave from Queenpads, a social enterprise in Papua New Guinea that provides women with reusable pads and runs education programs on practicing good menstrual hygiene.  And Ellice Mataki, the chief education officer for Solomon Islands Central Islands Province, oversees the rollout of water, sanitation and hygiene (WASH) facilities to give female school students access to a clean, private place to change their pads.

Is your missing period trying to tell you something bigger? If you've ever come off birth control only to find your cycle has vanished or you've spent years wondering why your period's irregular despite doing everything “right,” this episode is for you. I'm sitting down with period recovery specialist, Victoria Myers, to break down what's actually happening inside your body when HA strikes, why it's so easily misdiagnosed by doctors, and how even the healthiest-seeming habits can throw your hormones off track. Plus, Victoria shares the critical (but rarely discussed) first steps you need to take to start advocating for your own reproductive health.You'll walk away from this episode armed with clarity, hope, and the exact labs and questions to take to your doctor so you can finally get answers, not just more prescriptions. If you're tired of feeling dismissed or confused about what's actually happening with your cycle, hit play and let's dive in.4:14 – The Connection Between Diet Culture, Over-Exercising, and Missing Periods (Even in “Healthy” Women) 9:12 – How Hypothalamic Amenorrhea (HA) Is Frequently Misdiagnosed As PCOS12:00 – What Actually Triggers HA: It's More Than Just Food and Fitness14:01 – How Long It Usually Takes to Regain Your Cycle with Lifestyle Changes16:55 – Why Birth Control Can Hide the Real Reason You're Not Getting a Period24:27 – The One Lab Test Combo That Helps You Confirm HA vs. PCOS at the Doctor's OfficeEpisode Links:Connect with Victoria: Website | InstagramCheck out Victoria's podcast: Nourishing Women PodcastOther Episodes You'll Love:Episode 34: My Hormone Journey: Hypothalamic Amenorrhea, Candida, and More!

If your sales tank every January, I want you to hear this:✨ It's not because people stop shopping.✨ It's not the algorithm being mean.✨ It's (probably) not your product.It's your translation.In today's episode, I'm kicking off a new series called Fix It Before January and we're starting with a hard truth most Etsy sellers have never heard which that you're not just a maker.You're a translator.Your product doesn't need to change, but your language might. Because if Etsy can't understand what you're selling, it's not going to show your listings to the right buyers. Period.So instead of panicking when the Q4 rush slows down, let's get ahead of it. I'll show you what's really going wrong with your visibility and how to fix it now, not when it's too late.In this episode, we'll break down:The three “translations” every Etsy seller needs to makeWhat's actually happening when views and sales dropWhy tweaking your products isn't solving the real problemThree visibility leaks to check this weekWhat to do instead of launching something new in DecemberNo trendy marketing tactics. No algorithm myths. Just smart, simple fixes that will keep your traffic steady into the new year.Mentioned on the Episode:1:1 Coaching with Sarah: https://sarahjwaggoner.com/coachingYour Next Steps:Join my Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/theheartlandcreativeFollow me on Threads: https://www.threads.com/@sarahjwaggonerFollow me on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sarahjwaggoner

If you're constantly planning, smoothing things over, doing the most in your relationship while low-key wondering “Why can't they just do more??” — this episode is for you.

Booked Solid and Still Broke? Hello, hello — and welcome to Greedy Bitch, the podcast for groomers who are done apologizing for wanting more. You've earned it. You've worked for it. And you're not asking permission anymore. It's November — which means most groomers are running on caffeine, sugar, and sheer determination right now. You're booked solid — maybe even a little over-booked — and you can't remember the last time you sat down for lunch. And if you did, there was probably a handful of fur sprinkled in that you meant to blow off… but honestly, you were too tired to care. And yet — you look at your bank account and think, “How the hell am I this tired and still this broke?” Or maybe at the start of the month that number looks satisfying… but by the end, it's just poof. Gone. Listen — you're not crazy, and you're not doing anything wrong. The truth is, the system we were all taught is broken. We were raised in this industry — from baby groomer to business owner — to believe that busy means successful. But busy doesn't always mean profitable. So today, we're going to talk about what's really going on when you're booked solid and still broke— and how gratitude for your clients doesn't mean giving away your boundaries. Alright, let's be honest about what's really happening here. Most groomers? We price with our hearts instead of our calculators. We want to be fair — but fair to who? Because nine times out of ten, it's not fair to us. Sometimes we look at a yorkie and think, “Oh, that'll take me no time,” or “They've been coming forever; I'll keep her the same price.” That's sweet… until you realize that “same price” hasn't budged since gas was two-fifty a gallon. And the truth is that yorkie doesn't take you much time because you've invested thousands on the right products, education and learned the hard way. You can't hand a pair of shears to a person who's never groomed and get the same result, you've earned and learned. We need to treat ourselves as the professionals we are. You wouldn't expect your grocery store to “feel out” the price of milk every week. They don't stare at you at checkout while you scan the carton and go, “Hmm, this one looks friendly — let's knock off a dollar.” or when the price goes up they don't say “She's been coming forever, we won't charge her the new price.” They don't feel guilty or bad when prices change. But somehow, that's exactly what we do with our grooms. If you're booked out four weeks or more, and it's not 100% with your soulmate clients, you've outgrown your prices. That's not a compliment — that's your business waving a red flag saying, “Hey! You're overdue for a raise.” And then there's this thing we all do — we over-give to show gratitude. We tell ourselves, “They're such good clients; I'll throw in the teeth brushing,” or “I'll squeeze in Fluffy one more time.” But real gratitude isn't self-sacrifice — it's sustainability. Discounts are not thank-yous; they're quiet resentments waiting to happen. You know that feeling when you give someone a deal and they still complain? Yeah… that's the sound of your boundaries cracking. People pleasing isn't good business. You can't build a stable business by constantly bleeding value in the name of kindness. When you undercharge, you're teaching your clients exactly what your time is worth — and they'll believe you. And listen, your kindness is amazing, but it's not a business strategy. The goal isn't to squeeze in every dog or please every person. The goal is to build a business that feeds your life, not drains it. So, if you're sitting there nodding, thinking “Yeah, that's me,” don't beat yourself up. You were never taught the math side — just the hustle side. But that's what we're here to fix. Alright — let's zoom out for a second. We've spent so long measuring success by how busy we are that we forgot to ask if any of it actually makes sense. If the phone is ringing off the hook, if people are fighting to get in the door or have to wait 2, 4, 6 weeks, that's good right? Because here's the truth: Full doesn't mean successful — profitable does. A packed calendar without profit is just organized burnout. You've just color-coded your exhaustion. And I know you love your clients. I know you're grateful. But gratitude doesn't mean giving until you've got nothing left. I know for me I have had instances that I wanted to give and give because that's what felt good, giving of my time, my energy, my skills. I like to be liked. For better or worse, real gratitude starts with fair exchange. Everyone gets value — including you. There needs to be an equal exchange, not just being a martyr. You give your skill, your time, your care. They give payment that reflects the real cost of that. That's how it's supposed to work. You can't pour from an empty bowl. You can't groom from an empty bank account. It's not selfish to want to breathe — it's strategic. When you're rested, confident, and financially stable, you do better work. Your grooms look better. You're kinder to the nervous dogs. You're more patient with that chatty client. You come from a place of peace, flow and confidence. That's gratitude in action. Your business should serve your life — not the other way around. And busy? Busy is not a badge of honor. It's a blinking warning light that says, “Hey, you're running on fumes.” We absolutely have busy seasons but there is difference between ‘I'm busy as I'm prepping to take 2 weeks off” or “I'm squeezing in a few extra grooms before thanksgiving or christmas” If you're constantly turning potential soulmate clients away, that's your business whispering, “It's time to level up.” Raise those prices. Tighten your schedule. Value your time. Because your clients — the right clients — don't want a burned-out groomer. They want someone who loves what they do. We all know a groomer who over a decade has gone from passionate, patient and excited to burned out. They will tell you how every customer is cheap, takes advantage of them and how every dog is ‘poorly behaved'... or they've gone into full denial mode where they're wearing rose colored glasses and they're emotionally and physically numb. It's like that meme where the dog is sitting in a chair while the whole room is on fire saying “this is fine”. The truth, for better or worse, is the only way to keep loving what you do is to make sure it also loves you back. When you shift from being thankful to being valued, everything changes — your confidence, your income, your energy. And let me tell you — that's when the magic happens. So, let's talk about what that shift looks like in action. Because what I don't want you to just nod along and go, “Yeah, she's right,” and then dive right back into 12-hour days or 7 day weeks. You don't need another pep talk — you need a plan. Here's the truth: you don't have to overhaul everything overnight. You just have to start closing the gap. Start small. Raise one service that you don't want to do anyway. Add one new fee to set boundaries with a pocketbook hit. Enforce matting or late fees on one client that you don't care if they leave anyway. (And honestly if they left, you might even be relieved). Change one thing that makes the numbers work a little more in your favor and take back some of your power. If you're booked more than four weeks out, you've already earned a price raise. Period. You don't need anyone's permission — your schedule already gave you the green light. Then look at your client rotation. Are these clients maintaining their grooms, or are they stretching it? If half your book is eight-week doodles that come in matted, you're not running a sustainable schedule — you're running triage. Ask yourself this: which services are stealing your time without giving a real return? Because those “bath and tidy” appointments that take almost as long as a full groom? They're not a deal. They're stealing money out of your pocket.. Try this simple shift — add a small policy fee for things like late arrivals or matting. Those aren't punishments; they're boundaries you get paid for. It teaches clients that your time has value. And listen, I know numbers can feel intimidating. But numbers don't care about feelings — your peace of mind does. You've already proven the demand. Now it's time to make the math reflect it. If this hits home — if you're nodding along thinking, “Yep, that's me,” — that's exactly what the Price Increase Masterclass walks you through step by step. How to calculate your ideal rate. How to communicate the change without guilt. And how to handle pushback like the confident professional you already are. You don't need to work harder. You just need to start charging like someone who's already earned it. Because you have. This isn't about greed. It's about gratitude — gratitude for the skill, the sweat, and the soul you've put into your craft. So this week, pick one small change that honors that. Just one. You know, before we wrap up, I just want to remind you of something simple. You're already doing the hardest part — showing up. Day after day, you care for pets, deal with people's emotions, and somehow keep your sanity through the chaos of busy season. That takes grit. That takes heart. So please — give yourself the same grace you give every nervous dog on your table. You know the one — shaking, scared, and just trying their best? You talk to them softly, you move slowly, you let them know they're safe. Or the cocker who has crapped for the 3rd time on the table, and mom swears she took him out before she brought him? We both know she's lying but it's not the dog's fault, and you're patient, you're kind. You deserve that same kind of care from you. Gratitude isn't about pretending everything's fine or ignoring how exhausted you are. It's about acknowledging your effort — the hours, the skill, the love you pour into this work. Thank yourself by charging what your services are worth. Thank yourself by taking a real lunch break, and eating real food. Thank yourself by not answering texts after hours. That's what gratitude looks like in real life. Busy season doesn't have to mean burnout season. You don't owe your peace to anyone — not even your best client. So before you start your next groom, take one deep breath. Let it out. And remind yourself — I am worth it. You've got grit. You've got gratitude. And, my friend… You've got this. If today's episode hit home, share it with a friend who needs to hear it — because we're all in this together. And if you're ready to finally make your hard work pay off, check out the Price Increase Masterclass linked in the show notes. This is your season to stop just surviving — and start thriving. Until next time, Stay kind, stay confident, and as always — stay greedy, bitch. PRICE INCREASE MASTERCLASS https://www.savvygroomer.com/pimc

The season when we are called to absolute stillness. The season when we are called to tap out and tap in. Honoring the season of pause and rediscovering.

Dominic Sramaty and Arash Memarzadeh host. The guys discuss the weekend that was for the Vancouver Canucks. Are the Canucks really two pieces away? What is the team's plan? Plus, Giulio Caravatta joins the show. Giulio talks BC Lions gut-wrenching loss to Saskatchewan, Rourke's historic season, and where the Lions go from here. Later, Arash goes off on the Canucks for playing 'Where the streets have no name' in the regular season.  The views and opinions expressed in this podcast are those of the hosts and guests and do not necessarily reflect the position of Rogers Media Inc. or any affiliate.

This week, we're diving deep into the wonderful world of periods — what they say about your health, hormones, and fertility. Sarah sits down with Kirsten Karchmer, Women's Health Expert, Author of Seeing Red, and Founder of Conceivable Technologies, to decode what's "normal", what's not, and how to actually make your cycle work for you.If your period changed after kids, if you've ever wondered whether it's postpartum or perimenopause, or if you just want to feel more in sync with your body — this one's for you!Want More From Our Guest?Check out her website HERECheck out Kirsten on TikTok!Check out Conceivable HEREWant more from Sarah?Personal Instagram: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@SarahMerrill_Hall⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Share some Laughs: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@bigkidproblems⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Check out our new Show IG! ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@bottleserviceBKP⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Shop Sarah's Pregnancy/ Postpartum Must Haves on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Amazon⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Shop ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bottle Service MERCH⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠! Big thank you to our episode sponsors!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Quince⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ - From quick dinners to slow simmers, Quince has the cookware to make it all better! Quince.com/BOTTLESERVICE⁠⁠⁠⁠Grow Therapy⁠⁠⁠⁠ - Find the right therapist for you today! GrowTherapy.com/BOTTLESERVICEGreenlight - Don't wait to teach your kids real-world money skills. Free trial at greenlight.com/bottleserviceUncommon Goods - Find the right gift for everyone on your list! Get 15% off at UNCOMMONGOODS.com/bottleserviceRitual - Get 40% off your first month at ritual.com/bottleservice.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

In this raw and relatable episode, Trey kicks things off by admitting he's craving sex — and it's been a while. Lauren affirms that it's good to want while sharing that she's in a deeply introspective phase of her menstrual cycle, shedding an old version of herself and leaning into rest. She offers a brief teaching on hormonal cycles — how men move through a 24-hour rhythm, while people with uteruses experience a month-long one — and how that difference can create tension and tenderness in partnerships.Grateful for Trey's care and presence, Lauren asks, “Is it enough to support your desire without offering sex?” Trey answers with a wholehearted yes and vulnerably names what he'd love instead: affirmation, touch, and playful attention. Together, they explore how to communicate wants without pressure, how to regulate in real-time, and how to meet each other with curiosity instead of conflict.By the end, Lauren's already planned a surprise for Trey — and at minute 27:00, they share an on-camera kiss that shows exactly what connection through honesty can look like.If you enjoyed this episode, like, share, and subscribe to The Partnership Podcast so more partners can learn these tools for connection and curiosity.Curious about applying this work in your own relationship? Request a free 15-minute consult with Lauren at ⁠⁠⁠https://www.sexedforyou.com/freeconsult⁠⁠⁠ to explore how coaching could support you.About Us: Lauren and Trey are partners living in Central Virginia where Lauren owns and operates, SEX ED FOR YOU. She provides comprehensive sexuality education and embodied coaching to individuals, partners, and parents.Through a biopsychosocial approach, Sex Ed for You works to restore positive and respectful approaches to sexuality and sexual relationships, as well as increase the possibility of having pleasurable and safe sexual experiences, free of coercion, discrimination and violence. (WHO)Sexual health is fundamental to the overall health and well-being of individuals, couples and families, and to the social and economic development of communities and countries. (WHO) When individuals are blocked from sexual health they are stunted from developing a sense of sensual play and enjoyment. • Learn more about Sex Ed for You at ⁠⁠https://www.sexedforyou.com⁠⁠• Schedule a FREE CONSULT with Lauren today: ⁠⁠https://www.sexedforyou.com/freeconsult⁠⁠• Learn more about partnered communication best practices on Sex Ed For You's Instagram Page: ⁠⁠https://www.instagram.com/sex_ed_for_you/⁠⁠• Subscribe to our YouTube channel for more videos about sex, partnership, communication, and love: ⁠⁠https://youtube.com/@thepartnershippodcast⁠⁠Reminders: This is not a "how to" podcast, but rather a "how they" podcast. Please listen to our opinions and then come to your own! Learn from our mistakes or give our techniques a try! It's all up to you. Lauren is NOT a therapist. She is a Certified Holistic Sexuality Educator and Embodied Intimacy and Relationship Coach.#ThePartnershipPodcast #Relationships #CouplesCommunication #ConsciousCouples #SexAndCycles #MenstrualCycle #Intimacy #RelationshipGrowth #CuriosityInLove #ShadowWork #EmotionalIntelligence #PartnershipWork #DesireAndConnection #RelationshipTools #MindfulPartnership

Send us a textWe trace how modern period products can hide toxins that disrupt hormones, and we map a practical path toward non-toxic swaps that actually fit daily life. Arielle shares the product development journey behind safer period underwear and how “getting back in flow” starts with listening to the body.• late studies uncovering heavy metals, PFAS, and fragrance in pads and tampons• why label literacy matters for menstrual care, skincare, and laundry• the shift from e‑commerce to building safer, durable period underwear• cycle as a monthly health report card and what “flow” means• endocrine disruptors linked to PMS, fertility, and inflammation• high‑impact swaps: fragrance‑free skin products, toxin‑free candles, PFAS‑free materials• simple rituals to calm cortisol and tune into hunger, cravings, and rest• reducing stigma and normalizing open conversation about cyclesCheck out Flower Girl at flowergirl. Follow on Instagram at @flowergirl.co_ and DM with questions Thank you for listening. Please subscribe to this podcast and share with a friend. If you would like to know more about my services, please message at fueledbyleo@gmail.comMy YouTube Channel https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC0SqBP44jMNYSzlcJjOKJdg

We WILL NOT know the day of Jesus' return. Period. Really! So, how do we manage that unknown? And all the other unknowns for that matter?

This episode, Eamon & Merlin talk Real Housewives of Potomac, where we get a peek at Angel's fun side, before Keiarna ensures it won't last. Then, the newest episode of Real Housewives of Salt Lake City, where an accusation from Britani awakens Meredith from the dead on Zombie Night. And finally, Part One of the Real Housewives of Orange County reunion, where Shannon has something to say and Tamra will do everything in her power not to hear it. 5:13 - Real Housewives of Potomac: Season 10: Episode 05 55:16 - Real Housewives of Salt Lake City: Season 06: Episode 06 1:53:11 - Real Housewives of Orange County: Season 19: Episode 18 We are Eamon and Merlin, a queer married couple from Texas living in Pittsburgh, PA. We love reality television, wrestling, drag queens, and pretty much anything that can be called even kinda gay. A Gay & His Enby is a podcast where we talk about everything we love in terms of media and pop culture; everything thats gay and gay adjacent; basically all the conversations we have in our living room we are now putting in front of a microphone and on the internet for you. We have launched our MERCH STORE! We are so excited to bring you these designs, all made by Merlin, commemorating some of our favorite iconic moments! Shop now at https://AGayAndHisEnby.Threadless.com Every week, we have the pleasure and privilege of recording from Sorgatron Media Studios in Pittsburgh. The theme song for our main show is Pulsar by Shane Ivers, and the theme song for Binge Watch is Higher Up by Shane Ivers, both of which you can find at https://www.silvermansound.com All of our social media can be found at our linktree: https://linktr.ee/agayandhisenby We want to take a moment to uplift a powerful resource:

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In this solo episode of Business Coaching Secrets, Karl Bryan takes the reins, diving deep into strategies for client communication, drip campaigns, frameworks for business growth, and timeless investing wisdom inspired by Warren Buffett and Charlie Munger. With Rode Dog traveling, Karl delivers practical advice for coaches and their clients—from executing high-impact email sequences to structuring offers that sell and building true wealth through the power of compounding. Key Topics Covered Drip Campaigns & Funnels that Convert Karl Bryan breaks down the anatomy of effective drip campaigns—using not just email, but texts, voicemails, calls, and even direct mail—to stay top of mind and drive prospects towards action. He emphasizes nurturing, education, and persistence over hard selling, revealing real-world examples of campaigns that generated over a million dollars in revenue. Building High-End Programs and Upsell Funnels Karl encourages coaches to help clients create tightly defined, high-ticket programs ($10k, $25k, $50k+) with robust profit margins. He explains the importance of segmenting audiences and tailoring drip sequences, stressing that coaches should study successful operators in competitive markets to shortcut their own learning. The Psychology of Offers Discussion includes using urgency, scarcity, guarantees, bonuses, and exclusivity to motivate buyers—drawing on real-world tactics from luxury brands and industry leaders. Investing Wisdom from Warren Buffett & Charlie Munger Karl unpacks Buffett's two rules—don't lose money; see Rule #1—and shares how the path to true wealth is rooted in patience, clear math, and avoiding movement for movement's sake. He links these principles to business coaching, stressing the power of compounding marginal gains in practice, career, and investment. Actionable Wealth Creation Strategies Explores practical frameworks for investing in business, stocks (S&P index), and real estate, emphasizing dollar cost averaging, critical thinking, and learning from bubbles/past mistakes. Notable Quotes "Performance improves by releasing tension, judgment, and overthinking—not by piling it on." "Educated people buy more. Educate your leads through that sequence of emails, texts, calls, voicemails, etc. It's not buy, buy, it's educate, educate, educate." "Persistence is a measure of your self-esteem. Do you persist? Do you feel like you deserve the business?" "Rule #1: Don't lose money. Rule #2: See Rule #1. Avoiding stupidity automatically places you in the top 1% because the rest of the crowd is too busy chasing brilliance." "Real wealth is built the old boring way, staying the course, math as the foundation." Actionable Takeaways Expand Your Drip Campaigns Beyond Email: Utilize a sequence of texts, voicemails, calls, and direct mail in addition to emails to maximize client engagement. Educate Relentlessly: Focus on teaching and adding value through every touchpoint. Selling comes after trust and knowledge are built. Create Tightly Defined High-End Offers: Help clients establish premium programs with clear outcomes and strong margins; research top players in competitive markets for proven frameworks. Test, Measure, and Refine: Track the performance of campaigns and offers, adjust based on data rather than gut feelings, and always aim for compounding marginal improvements. Motivate Action With Urgency & Scarcity: Build "windows of opportunity," enrollment periods, and limited-time bonuses to prompt decisions. Lead with Guarantees and Exclusivity: Structure guarantees (money-back, buyback, long-term, double-your-money-back) and consider exclusive tiers or bonuses to differentiate. Avoid Movement for Movement's Sake: Apply Buffett and Munger's principles: patience, compounding, and critical thinking beats frequent switching and chasing trends. Invest with Dollar Cost Averaging: For wealth outside business, consistently invest fixed amounts into the S&P index or bitcoin, regardless of market cycles, and avoid leverage. Segment Your Audience: Tailor messaging and offers based on client behaviors and demographics for better results. Prioritize Compounding Improvements: Focus on small gains across multiple areas—these add up exponentially in your business and wealth over time. Resources Mentioned Profit Acceleration Software™ (by Karl Bryan) Powerful tool for coaches to demonstrate instant ROI to prospects. AI Tools ChatGPT, Grok—suggested for generating campaign frameworks and optimizing messaging. Books The Inner Game of Tennis Key lessons on peak performance and mindset. Jab, Jab, Jab, Right Hook by Gary Vee Framework for providing value before selling. Thought Leaders Referenced Warren Buffett & Charlie Munger—investing, wealth creation Alex Hormozi—quantity discount strategies Michael Burry—The Big Short, investing critical thinking Peter Thiel—bitcoin's shifting competitive edge Focused.com Karl Bryan's resource hub for business coaching strategies and Profit Acceleration Software™ demos: https://go.focused.com/profit-acceleration The Six-Figure Coach Magazine Free subscription for actionable coaching insights: https://thesixfigurecoach.com/get-it If you enjoyed the episode, please subscribe, share with a fellow coach, and leave a review. See you next week on Business Coaching Secrets! Ready to take your coaching business and your wealth to the next level? Don't wait—visit Focused.com for more information on Profit Acceleration Software™ and join our community of high-performing coaches.

In the Outdoor Minimalist public lands news briefing for the week of November 3 - 7, we cover:- Public Lands Rule comment period ending on November 10thComment Here: https://www.regulations.gov/document/BLM-2025-0001-0001- The Fight for the Roadless Rule Continues with Josh Hicks from the Wilderness Society - Chaco Canyon in New Mexico is facing rollbacks to protections around the park with Sally Paez from the New Mexico Wilderness Alliance - Steve Pearce nominated to be the new director of the Bureau of Land ManagementSubscribe to our newsletter for in-depth coverage and extra stories we don't have time for on the podcast: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠theoutdoorminimalist.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Have tips, testimonials, or insights on public land changes? Submit them through our Google Form (⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://forms.gle/JwC73G8wLvU6kedc9⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠).Support Our Work at Buy Me a Coffee: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://buymeacoffee.com/outdoorminimalist⁠⁠⁠

Delanie Fischer chats with Arielle Loupos, founder of Flower Girl, for a revealing look at the hidden toxins in mainstream menstrual products and their impact, the history of “feminine hygiene” marketing, and the safe alternatives everyone should know about. They explore cycle stigma, period traditions, and why rethinking our everyday products is essential for our health. Please share this with the females in your life. ✨ This episode is part of the Self-Helpless “Subscriber Stories” series! Got a story, resource, or experience that could help others? Email selfhelplesspodcast@gmail.com to be considered as a guest. Discussed in this episode:  2024 Menstrual Products Study Results How The Industrial Revolution Changed Periods Ancient Traditions for Celebrating Cycles Is The Free Bleed Movement The Future? Toxic Shock Syndrome Causes and Risks Tampons, Pads, Cups, Period Underwear Cramps and Infertility Questions Postpartum, Perimenopause, and Leaks Cycle Syncing Tips in the Workplace Ending Period Stigma (and Starting Young) ---- If Self-Helpless has supported you, a quick 5-star rating or review (if you haven't already) means so much! ⁠https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/self-helpless/id1251196416⁠ Free goodies including The Quote Buffet and The Watch & Read List: ⁠https://www.selfhelplesspodcast.com/⁠ Ad-free episodes now available on ⁠Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/selfhelpless⁠ Your Host, Delanie Fischer:⁠ https://www.delaniefischer.com⁠ ---- Episodes related to this topic: 20 Documentaries To Watch This Year: https://www.delaniefischer.com/selfhelplesspodcast/episode/2542cab6/self-helpless-snack-whats-your-favorite-documentary-20-documentaries-to-watch-this-year Hormone Imbalances and Your Menstrual Cycle with Dr. Jolene Brighten: https://www.delaniefischer.com/selfhelplesspodcast/episode/c4a75fbe/hormone-imbalances-and-your-menstrual-cycle-with-dr-jolene-brighten UTIs, Interstitial Cystitis, and Pelvic Floor Dysfunction with Dr. Rena Malik: https://www.delaniefischer.com/selfhelplesspodcast/episode/1c573a89/utis-interstitial-cystitis-and-pelvic-floor-dysfunction-with-dr-rena-malik Flip the Script on Aging: Strength, Vitality, and Purpose with 74 Year-Old Icon Babette Davis: ⁠https://www.delaniefischer.com/selfhelplesspodcast/episode/23c49ad2/flip-the-script-on-aging-strength-vitality-and-purpose-with-74-year-old-icon-babette-davis Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices