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IT'S TIME TO WATCH THE MUPPETS! This week we watched Dinosaurs - Unmarried... With Children. Distracted rants include but are not limited to Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz, Monica deVertebrae, political delusions, Ani DiFranco, Cloaca, Sandra Bernhard, Roy Hess, Sapiosexual, Married... with Children, Unhappily Ever After, and much more!"After meeting new neighbor Monica, Fran learns that dinosaurs have to renew their marriage licenses after a certain amount of time - and then realizes that her marriage to Earl is technically invalid."Follow us:tiktok.com/@ittwtmInstagram.com/ittwtmhttps://bsky.app/profile/ittwtm.bsky.social

In this episode Mo sits down with special guest to pod; Make Up Artist and Entrepreneur, Shirley Beats to discuss the current mental space that she is in following her previous, public relationship ending. Shirley shares the things she learned from being in the relationship and how her healing journey is going. Tune In!

Today, Ava identifies as a polyamorous, kinky, swinger... Yet, for most of her life she worked really hard to play by the rules doing what she was "supposed to be doing." And then, in 2018, a friend invited her to an adult Christmas party. It turned out to be a life-changing party! We loved Ava's description of herself in her bio over at 3shadesofgrey.com and so we borrowed it to help give you a better idea this amazing human! Hello, my salacious friends, I am Ava Moore. I have been non-monogamous since 2018. Who am I kidding? More like 2012, but I didn't have a name for it, or accept it back then. I called it “multi- tasking”, however, I was working very hard to be monogamous, and was successful, because I thought that is what I was supposed to do. I am a single mom. I love people. I love sex. I love connecting. While I have multiple partners, for the most part, I stay in what I call “my circle”. These are the 4 or 5 people who I trust most and who I am the closest to. We build friendships, relationships and we are there for each other. Now, there are times, I will let my hair down and go to a party, or dare I say, host a party for my favorite people. While I identify as a straight, curvalicious, plus size, single female, I do have my heteroflexible moments from time to time. Most importantly however, is that I am a Sapiosexual. Your brain and personality are what attract me first. I look forward to getting to know all of you, as Pinky, Anthony, and I embark on this wild journey together. To clarify that last sentence... Earlier this year Ava started a new podcast with her partner Anthony and metamour Pinky. On the Three Shades of Grey podcast they talk about the ups and downs of exploring non-monogamy in three very different ways and how the three of them make it work together. Anthony shared his story last week on Episode 357, Pinky will be on next week, and the three of them join us together in two weeks. Check out the full show notes here. Join the most amazing community of open-minded humans on the planet!   Click here to order your very own NNM shirt! $10 Off - Online STI Testing

Uncover the raw and unfiltered dynamics of modern relationships in this electrifying discussion that delves into the virginity myths, the murky waters of financial transparency, and the chaotic dance of love and personal growth. Witness as the team dissects the contentious definition of 'antagonistic', shares candid tales from the dating world, and debates the weighty significance of bride prices in marriage. They tackle the thorny issues of authenticity, loyalty, and the high stakes of money in love, revealing shocking perspectives on debt, sacrifice, and the battle between individuality and collective expectations. Amidst laughter and profound reflection, the conversation spans the gamut from addiction's toll on life to the underestimated power of women, challenging societal norms and personal beliefs in a rollercoaster of revelations and introspection. ****************************************   Hosts: ⁠⁠⁠@mc_jean_baptiste⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠@tmoney.12⁠⁠⁠ @⁠⁠⁠lordaziantu ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@terez_of_the_most_high⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠@uncleak_⁠⁠⁠ @Azeez  @⁠⁠tutubaybee⁠⁠ ****************************************    Intro/Outro Song: Maseh Nchang - Palm Wine - https://youtu.be/kJ-aQ--8xqY    ****************************************    Email: palmwinecentral@gmail.com | Website: www.sitmpodcast.com | Instagram & Twitter: @palmwinecentral    Powered By: @sitmpodcast --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/palm-wine-central/support

This is a free preview of a paid episode. To hear more, visit www.thelesbianprojectpod.comLINKSTHAT Guardian article by Julie, as headlined and illustrated by someone else at the paper https://twitter.com/bindelj/status/1753000280369582438?s=20Nieves Barragán Mohacho https://foodandtravel.com/food/cover-interviews/nieves-barragan-mohachos-basque-country"Lesbians are dying out" graphic novel by Kay Hyatt. https://twitter.com/ScotLesbians/status/1753163969366249766Linzi Smith banned from Newcastle Utd games for tweeting https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-13043619/Newcastle-United-fan-matches-2026-trans-Premier-League-Stasi-dossier.htmlTracy Chapman and Luke Combs at the Grammys (clip) https://twitter.com/Phil_Lewis_/status/1754316946403709139

¿Te has sentido atraído por alguien inteligente?, ¿Crees que el verbo mata carita? En este episodio de PTPT, Fer Gay y Nuria Ocampo platican con Edelmira Cárdenas, sexóloga que nos explica todo sobre los sapiosexuales, cómo funciona la atracción íntima y la forma en que sentimos placer como personas hacia el sexo opuesto. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

After matching online with a woman claiming to be "Sapiosexual" - the show get's to the bottom of what it means, and Staci thinks Hutch hasn't got a shot. You can hear Staci & Hutch LIVE 2-7pm on 94.5 KS95!! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Night School #580: "Pseudo-Sapiosexual" by Every Night's A School Night

The crew discusses threesomes that went left. What type are you: Demisexual, or Sapiosexual. And is A.I. out here generating beefs on social media? Tap in

➡︎ The Jubal Show's First Date Follow UpWhat happens when you get ghosted after a first date? You call The Jubal Show and have them find out why! It's like putting yourself in a situation to get roasted, when you really just want a second date. ======This is just a tiny piece of The Jubal Show. You can find every podcast we have, including the full show every weekday right here… ➡︎ https://thejubalshow.com/podcasts======The Jubal Show is everywhere, and also these places: Website ➡︎ https://thejubalshow.com  Instagram ➡︎ https://instagram.com/thejubalshow  X/Twitter ➡︎ https://twitter.com/thejubalshow  Tiktok ➡︎ https://www.tiktok.com/@thejubalshow  YouTube ➡︎ https://www.youtube.com/@JubalFresh   See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

➡︎ The Jubal Show's First Date Follow UpWhat happens when you get ghosted after a first date? You call The Jubal Show and have them find out why! It's like putting yourself in a situation to get roasted, when you really just want a second date. ======This is just a tiny piece of The Jubal Show. You can find every podcast we have, including the full show every weekday right here… ➡︎ https://thejubalshow.com/podcasts======The Jubal Show is everywhere, and also these places: Website ➡︎ https://thejubalshow.com  Instagram ➡︎ https://instagram.com/thejubalshow  X/Twitter ➡︎ https://twitter.com/thejubalshow  Tiktok ➡︎ https://www.tiktok.com/@thejubalshow  YouTube ➡︎ https://www.youtube.com/@JubalFresh   See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Dillon Francis, I knew by now, was a very skilled sorcerer. I was fasting, and quickly shifting through times, realms, and dimensions as empty as ever as I knew myself to be; these days the shortest fasts seemed the longest—and by the look and feel of things, I was always still the biggest one in the room no matter where I went. ‘Let's see what this guy can do with half a moon.' If I had to go all the way to the dance floor to continue assessing my feelings for this man, it then had to be true that there were feelings at all—and there had to have been. Either way, I didn't care much; I wasn't expecting any outcome and at the very least and most simultaneously, I was there as a fan. I was, after all, as written, Dillon Francis's biggest fan—and though I didn't wear any apparel that made it obviously so, I sought to seek means to an end at some point for the saga I had written. I had hoped to potentially see Dillon's Kayla Lauren in the wings, as I thought surely for there to be one; it would be odd for any man, especially one that traveled as much as he did, to have two dogs of his own. Again, it didn't seem to matter, as I kept it in the forefront of my mind always that a man like Dillon Francis could have anyone he wanted in the world, most certainly anyone in the audience, If a world renowned DJ were ever to do such a thing as to sink as low as to converse with a peasant, such as I; at the very least, I would record, as always, Shazam, as always, and music mine as much as I possibly could, seeing as I wasn't there to dance or to drink at all, but simply just to observe; my soul acted in certain ways in this environment, and I wanted to know why, or what it was exactly that made it do so, quite unforgivingly. Still, there was magic in the air; and whether it was his, or mine, or neither I neither cared to know nor did, but knew it to be—there was just nothing to to do but submit, as I had learned; and rightfully so, as I was coming to him, it allowed him to assert his dominance, which I liked and needed anyhow, in any event. Allowing any potential anyone to become the master was a given; and though not yet at my beauty's peak of perfection, my sexuality was peaking enough for me to explore my innate attraction to him, as I allowed it. I wanted to be controlled, and so although it felt forced and always ridden with guilt, whatever had happened with Sonny had sent me through an infinite loop and then put Kayla Lauren on display at the worst possible time; and though rarely missing a gym day since, I credited my own perseverance for it rather than her sheer luck at the genetic lottery. I would never be a little white girl, and though at my worst they acted as kryptonite to my super powers, whatever they were—I still had whatever it was they didn't, and perhaps not the affluent white man's proper ideal, still something and someone at best, maybe. I hoped to see a girl he might belong to at the show; but then wondered of course who might stay with the dogs. Are you serious? Either way, I was going to write, and record, and align with whatever my purpose was—as regardless of how, it seemed to have something to do with Dillon Francis. I was fasting, of course, but it hadn't been long; I had fulfilled what would be my calorie deficit with a box of plant based Oreos just the night before departing LA full of grief, stress, and chocolate,'for whatever reason; I would have a vegan doughnut at pink box, I decided, before I left Vegas—maybe to make up for the one I had lost in the wind from the oncoming train just days before—I called it God's work, as nothing else could be so comical and devastating at the same time—but was also still craving a doughnut and, still fitting I to everything I owed that I had purchased in an extra small, very comfortably, thought to be allowed one, at one time or another. It didn't matter to me; the white women of the world were made to steal anything I wanted or needed; especially a Sonny or a Dillon Francis, but at the very least I could ease my grief with sweets and work off the stress whenever I was blessed enough to hold gym memberships. I didn't care much, but needed the processing speed of a wired brain and empty stomach to be able to compute whatever might be meant for me to grasp in the matrix; after all, I had once thought of Dillon Francis to be a computer-program himself; the most nonplahable character yet, but still a record breaking synchronicity or rather large group of them, now, in my book. .Red Hot Chili Peppers - These Are The Ways I can see It's not meant to be Cause I can't stop lying to you And you can't stop lying to me I just keep tying you up And you just keep letting me be So who are you to me A fantasy? Freedom? Sweet relief? Perhaps, just nothing But all comes from nothing All comes from nothing All comes from lusting I'm clutching the clutch with both my feet The break is stuck, Just like my feet in the styrupa, Good luck to me You're just fucking mad at me For having such vivid imaginary catastrophies Maybe it's everything Love is But fucking What? God, I'm lucky; I ought to be I run a Fortune 500 Maybe it's nothing But all comes from nothing All comes from nothing All comes from lusting I'm clutching the clutch with both my feet The break is stuck, Just like my feet in the styrupa, Good luck to me You're just fucking mad at me For having such vivid imaginary catastrophes (Don't forget the apostrophe, Since you'll be forging for me) I can see It's not meant to be Cause I can't stop lying to you And you can't stop lying to me I just keep tying you up And you just keep letting me be So who are you to me A fantasy? Freedom? Sweet relief? Perhaps, just nothing I should be parking my car in the lobby for washing Don't mind me, It's just natural distrust All turns to dust, And all comes from nothing God, I'm lucky I should be working on something (I should be resting on Sundays, the lord says) But take my time word for it, I'm the one writing it Monday Thru Sunday I can see It's not meant to be Cause I can't stop lying to you And you can't stop lying to me I just keep tying you up And you just keep letting me be So who are you to me A fantasy? Freedom? Sweet relief? Perhaps, just nothing ‘Just remember, that every girl you see that makes you sad, is the kind of girl he gets—and that's the reason for it.' , I thought to myself. As long as I remembered Instagram models and actresses existed, I couldn't continue to be hurt by it, but I was still, somehow even after 30 years, getting used to being the ugly fat black girl—and since I wasn't Lizzo or Megan The Stallion, I really wasn't anyboth; there was still no place for me at all in the world I wanted to belong to, and I was still as I represented as I would ever be. Maybe tonight I would use my two drink tickets; a sure recipe for disaster, as I had at least almost made it to the 48 hour mark fasting, If I was counting correctly. Perhaps a vegan doughnut could soak up the liquor and shame after leaving the encore at 3 am with nothing but a handful of words and some samples, and perhaps a podcast episode if there could be one. Dua Lipa, Hallucinate What happens after The Daisy swallows Dillon Francis?! Dillon HART Francis. That's a funny name! He's a funny guy. Sometimes. Sometimes. What was I to do? I just kept writing and had nowhere to send it; there was no pitch, there was no plot, and there was certainly no point. Enter The Multiverse and The Festival Project as a whole made up for everything I could have potentially been worth—which was nothing— and I hadn't a clue at all what I was purposed for; I seemed almost psychically robotic, remembering things as they happened within seconds, only enough to slightly offset a rebuttal that at any rate seemed scripted, but wasn't—at least yet. It seemed as if I was in a movie, but to any such ohaycologist of course this could have been considered mania, psychosis, or delusions of grandeur—or even— Dillusions of Granduer. I was funny too, sometimes. I didn't have to think Dillon Francis was shallow—I knew he was shallow, just as such with Sonny or any other man worth his salt, whatever that actually meant. But, just as I had harshly learned anything else, I was starting to understand why, as the smaller and more agile I became, the more I could do with my own body, and as such began to understand why men preferred slim and petite women. I was settling in well to my non-bianary status, and my celibacy—I could do more on my own or with myself than with any partner to date, and with the only human of interest being himself well over 300 pounds, I opted to keep to myself and simply observe human nature for the time being, rather than to take part in it. I wasn't eating, but for the first time in days I had slept, and pushing anything from the future or past far from my mind, I opted to remain present, and aloof; it wouldn't mean much to try to care at all about anything—the more I cared, the more the universe would subtract from my contentedness. Hear Me Now, Nicky Romero “If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.” —William Blake As if this isn't the greatest story ever told. I'm pretty sure that's The Passion of The Christ. This is The Passion Of The Christ. That's just blasphemous. It's The Passion of— Go on. I mean, it is infinite. Well, first there was infinite— —everything— —Everything. Now what. Oh, I know. What is it? It's The Passion of Dillon Francis. Why is that? Because, they're going to kill him. Why? Dillon Francis isn't in the Illuminati! Think twice before going there. But I've got a one track mind. A one track mind In a multitrack world Is a square peg to a round hole And a half-heart To a whole world And nothing's left but to give But to give is to get Just live, Try to forget that it's Infinite What's for dinner dear? I met you here, at the crossroads Like I said I would; And you said you wouldn't come, But here you are: A phenomenon Pardon my awful camaraderie Oh! I forgot all my manners Beg your hard on for hours, Till wilted, like later my flowers Oh, the debachery —better off watching your crotch, Than up on the cross, Like last that I saw you— Stop Look, I just want to watch; I just want to wash all the blood off my hands, From the Hog I put on the bonfire (Forgot what it's called in Oahu) Who are you? I died in a fire, you know In your eyes, Despite how I tried to avoid them They light up at night, sometimes No Divine or desire I'm just here to top off my tires, I'm tired, you know —better off watching, I'm novice Another day at the office, A shot gun in place of deposits, collateral Oh, I'm the asshole— I'm actually quite proud of it This is called something of consciousness, Writing a canon, But I'm quite forgetful; A madman, if you can imagine (Disasterous) Now you attack at your best, I'm un-vested Invested my time in unrest, Don't forget I'm just under your bed We mustn't forget how it started Intensive care Must be intense in the moment When you're Dillon Francis Ah yes. Leave A Trace, CHRCHES Tell me again how you're different; I exist just to wash dishes and watch DJs— I'm lazy; A patronage made just to let the white bitches forget all their privelege; In fact, it's a gift In fact, they're chosen— In fact, I'm just “Isn't” It's miserable Everyone Talks, Neon Trees | Three Pound Chicken Wing, deadmau5 | Paradise, Laidback Luke feat. Bright Lights Let me explain, How it's a vibration; I don't care what body you're in— It's all the same love, If it's all the same love, Then I love you I love you I love you, But I'm in a body It's torturous Let me explain how It's a vibration New word: It's Sapiosexual; Oh, I forgot how you Maddened me once, with your syntax and grammar Ah, now I'm sad as Hell ‘Might as well end it”, I thought to myself If looked as disheveled as I felt They would have stopped me from entering Even at ‘Envy' Let me explain, How I'm the villain This just happens over and over To poor Skrillex And Dillon Francis So much fame and fortune It turns into torture The girls on the rail A pecking order; Ready to devour, And be devoured by The man of the hour “ I might as well end it, then” I said. (But just for attention, I'm stuck in this body, Just rotting Cause nobody wants me at this damn party I've had enough of it I need some water and Probably a therapist Oh, ‘Stream of consciousness' There, I remembered it. Who could ever love me (No one does) Who could ever need me (No one does) Who would ever want me (No one does) Uh huh, I'm no fun at parties [Three knocks on the door] I ignore it (This part is important) [three more knocks] Ought to be something, But still, I assume that it's nothing No guts, and no glory Nobody to love me Uh huh I'm no fun at parties Who could ever love me (No one does) Who could ever need me (No one does) Who would ever want me (No one does) No wonder I used to cut myself “I can feel something” I once sung Now I just run; But— I'm still not small enough For somebody to want me I like to eat every now and again But— I guess that's my problem I just want someone to want me That doesn't remind me of Something i'm not But instead as in awe of my body As I am of Anything other than Tragedy Walk like an Egyptian, The Bangles I excused myself for the lackluster workout—after all, it had been days since my last real meal, and three now since my last solid anything; I had been happy with coconut water and alkaline, trying not to stay too far from the petite I was aiming for.; the plaid dress was a perfect match for the boots I had picked out, astonished that with the nearly 300-lb weight loss, my feet had also happened to shrink down a size and a half—I was dressed to impress, but prepared to be humiliated, and to top that—very eager to Google how long it would take me to get from XS, to Pink Box doughnuts—which was open 24 hours. At least I didn't exactly look like a prostitute—and, as an added bonus, might even could keep the dress for work or interviews; the boots walked nicely, at least for now, and I didn't mind the modesty, as I was already as out of place and forgotten as could be. Rather than opting for a coconut water, I stayed empty; not much was needed to do what I intended, which was almost nothing, and I hoped at the very least my senses and delicate nerves would be somehow put at ease. My iPhone microphone was sensitive enough to catch a song from a car waiting for the light halfway across the street— Freddie's Dead, Curtis Mayfield I crossed at the walk and kept my eyes to the ground, steadying my gait I into an awkward trot as not to appear to confident. I was right on time at the bus stop, and, within moments, not to my suprise, the 103 passed by me, even as I leaned against the stop waving my phone wirh the screen lit. “What a dick.” Perhaps I had fasted too long and worked out too hard; I had indeed left my clothes in a heap of heavy and drenched conglomerate of sweat and tears. I did have a headache, and didn't care much to return yet to my dwelling—in fact, there was something calling me out, and so out I went. Summoning a surprisingly inexpensive Über, I trotted begrudgingly to the WinCo behind me for a Pressed Coconjr Water—the world seemed to dysfunction a little too autonomously when I was running on empty, and with less stored fat supply than before, any triggered ketosis often resulted in a heavy cloud of thoughtless disability; I fumbled around clumsily, breathing shallow in the overstimulation of everything and everyone's aura—but that was exactly what I needed to see: Dillon had always glowed in brilliant shades of purple, but at one time, white—which startled me, especially because it was rare for anyone to glow that way. 120 calories of Coconut water wouldn't quite offset the caloric deficits Raul picked me up in a brand new Tesla, of course—which didn't feel like a coincidence, as nothing did; I had just earlier in the day been thinking of Lim Manuel Miranda, whose face was earned on the cover of a magazine as I purchased my coconut wate; I snapped a picture and hurried along to my whatever it was—instead of spending the next two hours on the bus, I'd get to collect the music from the warmup DJ, and since it was his job I wanted to aquire, it was probably in good taste and good fortune to support anyone whose name I didn't already know. As I arrived to the encore, my eyes were blurred and I was still a little woozy, but the headache was gone and replaced with an all-out bad attitude that didn't exactl come from out of nowhere. As easily distracted as I was, and out of place, I was surprisingly quick to lose self awareness; as I stopped to take a portrait for the festival project, security approached, assuming I was as trashed as anybody else hunched over the trash can—I explained I was working on an art project, and she seemed refreshed—I hadn't realized that how it looked wasn't at all out of the ordinary, remembering where I was, and suddenly, remembering where I was, I remembered the first time I was here, which had inspired the poem Red Velvet, which was lost to time and buried in the rubble of my endlessly infinite Google documents I never received my drink tickets—probably for the best, as k had been tempted this time to actually use them. My life was in actual shambles, with no direction whatsoever—and here I was, on the guestlist at Dillon Francis of all places, with nearly no other place to be. Maybe if I was vigilant I would be front and center at the rail—placing me back in the fandom instead of fiending for a reason or purpose any of this had happened. I'm not mad You're a man And an animal Can't help yourself can you you? Don't be mad at me I'm just a fan And an animal I can't help my attraction I'm second to last, Wirh my hand on the rail And I'm not here to dance (But the music's fantastic) Well, Dillon's front row is always a sight for sore eyes. This is hilarious. I'm laughing on the inside. Just, have a little drink with me. WHY DOES THE DJ KEEP PLAYING SIMMERTIME SADNESS!!! ITS NOT EVEN SUMMER. #SELFIE The club scene had changed much since the days of Red Velvet, but not much, also—vanity had always been the norm, but now more was allowable; at least Fat girls were allowed on the Dance floor without bogarting our way in—but now, the whole of the masses needed photographic evidence of everything; I wasn't in the least interested in taking photos of myself, or anything really hit the discarded rmknce of what had been a night of drinking and shenanigans, whatever the outcome; I never knew, but typically lately had made a habit of throwing away the trash after taking the photos for my project; tonight thiugh, something new caught my eye, as the warm up and caught my ears and I Shazammed every song for the taking—.Recycling bins at the foot of the rails—where, by the way, I had been pushed to front and center, looking quite like someone's Grandmother in my spectacles and too- long- for- the-club-dress—but I was comfortable, hadn't been given any trouble at the door, and, for the time being, was actually next to someone's grandparents. b€NZ (feat syaquis) Front row lit Finna get bent Imma get Imma get. I don't mind a white girl It's just for the night, girl But if you hit me with that ponytail one more time, girl We finnafight girl Go ahead Get it Get it Shake that bony ass Like we on skid row. Yas Go ahead. Front row lit Fin a get bent Imma get Imma get. I don't mind a white girl It's just for the night, girl But if you hit me with that ponytail one more time, girl We fin a fight girl Go ahead Get it Get it Front row lit Fin a get bent Imma get Imma get. I don't mind a white girl It's just for the night, girl But if you hit me with that ponytail one more time, girl We fin a fight girl Go ahead Get it Get it Shame that bony ass Like we on skid row. Where we gonna go In the morning Go ahead. The DJ's pace was picking up, so I knew that it had to be toward the end of his set—would I even make it to close—or did I want to? There wasn't much to see, but there might be more to write. I looked around myself, empathy giving way; now I wasn't myself, or anyone in particular—just a bystander in the crowd, drunk off the placebo of experience ‘What if this was your life every night for the last 10 years?' Uhhhh. I Shazamed another tune— What if this is your life for the next 10 years? Oh Fuxk. I'm getting too old for this. Or… just old enough. The night was moving forward, and so people were drunker, and I probably wouldn't stay at the front row too long; but I was right in the place where the bass hit just right, so it felt good enough— but you couldn't see the DJ's hands. Just so you know, When I'm bored at a show— I take out my notebook Oh no, You're not bothering me; No thanks, I'm not really lonely, I'm just Writing a novel Or album Or movie Or something “Are you in the industry?” The tallish blonde girl next to me asked, progressively more drunk than when she first had appeared next to me at the rail—the front row was now predominately female, which I supposed to be typical—what a life. I just shook my head and continued as I was. For the most part unamused, and even a little bored, as I always was at a club show. I wasn't behind the decks, so I wasn't really anywhere at all. Maybe it was the bass, but I had suddenly stopped craving a doughnut, however by 4 am I was probably just about going to be ready for one; Or half dozen, cause— And with a flash of steam and sweat, the man of the hour appeared, but I found it hard to lift my head— I probably should step back from this front row… The energy in your front row is everything; at least to a DJ like me… Okay Gerald, I'll get you a table— you can't tell anyone you're a piñata. Okay ?' okay. GERALD has permanently shapeshifted into a Human being. (To a hot girl) I'M ACTUALLY A PIÑATA. (Drunken hot girl) WHAT? I'M A PIÑATA! WHAT?! GERALD, NO. WHAT? She's drunk! So?! i told you already—don't tell anyone you're using magic—-or I'm using magic— But—Dillon—magic is real! You said so! I know that!!! DFR, Dillon Francis God dammit, I almost forgot about this album. No you didnt. (Shapeshifting) (Spellcasting) (Other Magic shit) Yeah, but I forgot about the album. Yeah, I bet SAVAGE>< Freek In The Ghetto, Skrillex No. No. No. Oh fuck, where is Skrillex? Oh yeah, huh?! OH YEAH, huh. — What the everlivingFUCK. Oh shit. WHAT are you doing? Just playing a game. WHATDIDITELLYOU— Oh shit, she's mad— Run, dude— Run!! OH SHIT. I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU Well— Well. Well, well, well— Suddenly, it seemed everyone in the front row Was alt right- and as always, all the hot white girls moved into VIP—it was a tired game; I would always be black, and I would always be ugly, and so it hurt less than made me think twice or three times who I was dealing with. I just so happened to look over my shoulder and be somewhat attracted to the girl behind me. ‘'maybe it's time to start dating women' …but that would never work. GERALD. WHAT?! I thought I told you— I know, I know— GIMME ANOTHER SHOT. What, Dillon—! I thought you weren't DRINKING! Gerald! It's me! I know it's you. No! It's me! Ū! SUPACREE?! NO' SHH! I'm Ū!!! Where's / Dillon Francis?! WHERE IS SKRILLEX? He's in your heart. Oh shit. I gave that to Dillon Francis. Well, then, you have your answer. Fuxk. Let it happen. Tame Impala Man, I love that kid. I love that kid. So what happened? It's a long story. —NOT THE TIME MACHINE —NOT THE BOX GET IN THE TIME MACHINE! NOT THE BOX—!!!!! UGH, not Dillon Francis. (Yes, Dillon Francis.) What's his deal?! Who's what, him!!? YES. Satan. Hm. Whats your deal with Dillon Francis? What?! I don't have a deal with Dillon Francis… What?! YOU DONT!? NO! Why not? Cause! Being honest..? The devil, being honest: (Psh) I owe him money. What!! Satan, no way. Yes way! Hod that happen?' Lost a bet. Damn. This set is getting good. What are you watching? Gerald's world The legend of supacree Enter the multiverse The infinite Skrillifiles What? Uh oh. What ñ 5) 3 time space time continuums just shattered CONFETTI BLAST OH SHIT, it just shattered twice. We gotta go. Where we going To the planet Which—ducking planet. The one with the ducks. QUACK oh shit. A duck DUCK DUCK!! DUCK—DUCK—DUCK— Damn, this game really has gone on forever— ITS EDM O CLOCK, BITCH—! GET UP!! Mmm. We better go. Yes. We better go ALI and AVICII are very, very drunk in Heaven. THEY FINALLY MADE IT?! —of course we made it! —We knew the way! But of course: GOD No, go back. WHAT ARE YOU serious? MARTY! MARTY MCFLY! DAWG, it's good to see you! Wait. What the Fuxk dimension is THIS?' It's the one with Dillon Francis That's— a —FUCK. Dillon Francis is in a lot of dimensions. Yeah but this is the right one. How do you know? That was the theme song for the TV show. What TV show? Damn. I'm fucked up. What! I thought you didn't drink. I don't I'm an empath. MEANWHILE SUPACREE and SUNNÍ BLŪ have collided in a para-dimensional reality OH, SHIT, it's ME OH FUCK—DAMN. Now what do we do? Drugs? Drugs. Yeaaaaaaaah. One More Time, Daft Punk My son's favorite song. It was the second time it had played today, and the first time it wasn't nearly as bad as the second — now i was glad for the cloud of cold steam, I couldn't hide my upset as much as I wanted to ‘'Just keep writing' Okay. They're trying to kill me With white girls, And memories And it just might work I'm trying to write myself out the box Oh my god And it just my work I'm trying to get lost But I'm all out of sauce This is not gonna work I see you went and hopped on the band wagon Somebody get that dragon. /$3/ Huh That's how much I paid for this You—what?! I paid $3 You paid $3 Yes. For this. Yes. I'm gonna kill you. Ū VS DILLON FRANCIS Uh oh. Here it goes. FIGHT. Oh shit. I've been waiting all season for this. Here it goes. KO. SUPACREE WINS. What. It's over already? This isn't possible. GAME OVER. What the Fuxk. This is insane. No fucking way #%%]!! Wait. What the fuck I thought it was Ū VS Dillon Francisz YeH! It was. What the fuck. So how did SUPACREE win? Huh. Wait, did anybody ever find Skrillex? Oh, My God. Just then, someone threw a Red Bull and it hit my foot enough that it actually distracted me from writing— THROW ANOTHER ONE! No, dont! Why, what's wrong? I have to take back these boots in the morning. Oh good, Jesus made it. What Jesus who! JESÚS CHRIST! What? What do you want? I didn't think you'd come! I had to. I thought you were on vacation. Exactly. Listen, Dillon—I have to tell you something. Uh huh. This isn't going to be easy. Chak Chel, what is it? I need you to listen. Uh, I'm kinda busy. It was at this point— Really, this point—? I had to stop and asses for myself what was really happening. I was writing up a storm, and it did seem to happen automatically, as it had before. I'm a looper Open the coupe up, Stupid, Who did you think I is This is the business Go listen to Skrillex And KILL YOURSELF Huh? JUST KILL YOURSELF. Ah, okay—but not because you said so. Listen, I'm finna spit this quick while you spin it Spit in it: clitoris I'm different bitch After this dinner I'm still in the kitchen With dishes, bitch Till it glistens While I listen To excision (I'm just kidding) Dammit, this is a lot of Skrillex What exactly did you say about Dillon Francis not being in the Illuminati First of all, the Illuminati isn't real. SUPACREE How did you get famous? SUNNÍ BLŪ I'm in the Illuminati. You? SUPACREE I AM the Illuminati. SUNNÍ BLŪ NIce. [Cheers] Hey. Hey. Anybody seen Gerald? … … … Zzz. Damn. Nodding off On the clock I'm on the floor, And yo this shit is toxic Turn the knob a bit; My foot starting to throb again I'm looking hot like Somebody's mom again Damn. I'm getting off On the wrong kind of drama This isn't long at all But it's all wrong, ya'll I dont belong here Lost My Mind, Alison Wonderland OHH THIS SHIT BE HITTING DIFFERENT It did hit different. Someone either vomited or spilled the rest of their drink on me, which took me out of my moment: the music was telling a story, at least to me—and I didn't feel like feeling right then, but it was all I could do ñ. I was surprised that I was still standing at all, Ugh. I don't understand my feelings. This was deeper than it seemed, bigger than it — Ugh. What do you want from me? All I've got is applause, and a cough drop It's just another night at the office I'm somebody's mom In a long lost thought; All zeros on the clock In a tick tock, or two, when you're off And you're long gone, I'll still be wandering Stuck at the mall Till the bus comes —trying to write myself out the box I'm a lost soul I'm a club kid I'm a lost cause But i'll stay till the end, Cause last time I walked off And my thoughts wandered back to the dance floor All that I wanted is A penny for gods thoughts And now she keeps dropping them —and more often then not, She's dropping the knowledge That I'm in the wrong, For just wanting you: But what can I do; I just want to be like you, and less of a primate Something saw right through me, and I felt invisible—now a doughnut sounded good, and I hoped that they would have vegan this early in the morning. There was about a half hour left of the set, and I was tired; I would stay until the end of the set, for some reason—-but now — Oh shit. Remember that one time/— Which TIME One time, I lost my mind and drove off of a bridge. That did happen. That did happen. I had at one point been unwell, and so— ugh, that's it Some smelly kid squeezed his way in between me and the next person over,,probably on molly or something—meanwhile the young white supremacists club of America was codeswitching up a storm, me pretending not to notice, but— he was dancing a little too hard, hitting me a little too much—and clearly not giving any kind of fuck: it wouldn't be my first panic attack on the dance floor, but it probably would be my last; it was the same story over and over again— only the next generation had even less of a Fuxk than I ever did. I left the dance floor and opted to stand behind VIP — DID ANYONE EVER FIND SKRILLEX? Wrf. He died. WHAT. No seriously, I watched him die. Okay. Then what? Then he got up. That's a twist. Now I can't sleep. That sounds traumatic. It was traumatic. How long's it been? I HAVE NOT SLEPT IN ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND YEARS. Great, the vampires are here, too. Good. I've been craving Vegan blood. Ihj. What. It's better for you. God dammit, Dillon Francis Why does this always happen? I can't remember half of what I did Before I napped, and landed back in this dimension Now, I'll give you my attention for a minute— But I'm worried about Skrillex Didnt I mention i needed permission (Or just a perscription) To get this ignition I didn't even want to come to this I hate this club It's filled will memories You won't remember me For half another century Cause I can't finish writing I'm too busy riding The bus To work And crying all the time Cause therapy doesn't And I used to love this stuff, but UHH 1–2–3 : BUN UP THE DANCE This is a lot of Skrillex. Is he okay? Is Dillon Francis Okay!? They're both okay. They're both millionaires. They'll be fine. huayayay!!!!. Fuck this. Fuck this. Alright, I'm leaving. Are we eating? If it's vegan. Ah man. What just happened? I'm definitely in the Illuminati. I have a tendency To pretend that You're friends with me Speeded I get it's a Fantasy But I had to see you In the flesh I digress I picture you're just as Obsessed with me Guess I'd regret to suggest that You should have Sex with me Directly but it's nestled in my head In the red Would you get into bed with me After everything I said Or I wrote, and you read Or am I just Better off dead Youre so far ahead, And I get that it's Just a test At best but I've yet to digest Breakfast Caught in a web of Heaven or or empathy Trying to empty my envy For whoever's holding your hand Instead of me Please, Forgive me— But, If you're reading this, It's too late; All triple sixes and Tipping the sinners With witless intentions Wet at the back of the ears But I've known you for years And I said I'd be here; I remembered the dress If a grown man can be a romantic, Like I am This is the promised land No looking back-- "I have to have that" Back to reality; I see now, how a woman's like a hat Just a thing, An unneeded accessory, Like jewelry; To wear it, It must be a match Not just average, Accentuates or masks Whatever it is what you have, And you have so many that It doesn't matter. What is he after? He has everything Most likely just using me to bring these Creatures to life If he needs a wife, she's Probably staring back at me, Through the back of the camera; Fantastic beasts and fucking fansasies A fallacy A back handed chance at a handsome Has been; But he'll never been had like that, He has everything, But he could have more than that, He can have anything, And he has, he's Magic or something or Mad at me for taking so long but, I've been in the world of monsters, Reeling; Oh what a horrible feeling I'm dealing with being unappealing and Peeling potatoes, which Remind me of me, cause Kenny Powers middle name is White, Like Walter, I'm just trying to find The alter to sell away something inside, I'm dying; Or at least I'd like to I've Tried a dozen times I'd smile if I had the time-- Remind me, what it is again It isn't comprehensive, But I'm out of my element-- And the elephant in the room is named Skrillex, Or Dillon Francis, Or Timmy Trumpet, Or, Fuck It-- I'll probably never be the DJ that I wanna be Cause I'm awfully ugly, And no one wants to play with me But hey, Maybe it's just a mistake Its just no one speaks my language Comunication is limited I'm sitting in the back of the short bus Discussing this with my imaginary elephant, But that's irrelevant to the White rinocerous in front of the bus with trust issues bigger than the rest of us https://gofund.me/7d3da4e5 {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

On todays episode of "Nana Tingz", I (⁠@AntonioILiranzo⁠) am joined again by the baddie, Tristan Shuler (⁠@TristanJShuler). We are back for part 2 of our episode (check out part 1 from May 2023 "Sapiosexual"), today we discuss what it means to take our power back and sitting in stillness! We also discuss the power of sex work and owning your body. Honestly this conversation was so powerful and meaningful! Grab some water, tea or champagne and enjoy the ride✨. My new book The Art Of Loving Myself is out on 8.8, grab a copy here: https://tr.ee/PrFZuBHADF Checkout some of Tristans fun side ;) : https://linktr.ee/UrAuthenticKing Thank you all for the love and support!

"DROP the stigmatisation surrounding 'SEX'; 放低「性」一個好污名化的標籤" Kitty is one of the directors of Sticky Rice Love, a Hong Kong-based NGO that promotes public sexual wellness and delivers Comprehensive Sexuality Education. They hold workshops and talks across Hong Kong and also offer multiple public inquiry platforms, including Instagram and Whatsapp. Kitty also proudly identified herself as Bisexual and Sapiosexual. Altogether, I am sure Kitty could offer a lot of insights and knowledge in the spaces of gender and sexual wellness. Please tune in and find out more about this inspiring sexuality educator and advocate in Hong Kong! Connect with our guest: StickyRiceLove Forum StickyRiceLove Webpage StickyRiceLove Instagram @stickyricelove StickyRiceLove Facebook Find us on Instagram @UnlabellingEffect #Unlabellingeffect New episode releases on the 1st of EACH MONTH on Spotify & iTunes

This week Ashley Scott Meyers talks with Actress and Filmmaker Deborah Twiss. Our guest went from well known acting credits such as Kick-Ass (2010) to being the Actor/Writer/Director of the sexy Thriller Sapiosexual. Deborah Twiss talks about that movie and how her time working briefly as a stripper helped inform her career and other movies […]

This video was intended to be funny and troll, but it wouldn't be true to who I am if I didn't turn it into a life lesson. Now, let me pose a question: What labels are we willing to place on ourselves in order to characterize ourselves and feel a sense of belonging? So, in today's episode, we will first talk about the importance of understanding the meaning and goals of the groups to which we attribute ourselves, as well as the quality of these associations. Also, I would be thrilled to have you join us for an in-person event in Prague! Check out the link below to learn more about Life Design Fiesta 2023 in Prague: https://www.DreamsAroundTheWorld.com/Prague2023/ If you have any questions about the event you can always contact me by email: dan@dreamsaroundtheworld.com If you are ENFP here is a FREE training I have for you: https://www.dreamsaroundtheworld.com/forenfps/ Don't miss future episodes of this podcast, subscribe here: Apple Podcasts | Google Play Music | Stitcher | TuneIn | If you enjoy the podcast and would like to submit your own question for a future episode, you can do so here: www.DreamsAroundTheWorld.com/ask-dan/

The Vern is here for a special episode where he gets to interview Deborah Twiss.  The writer and director of such features as, A Gun for Jennifer, Sebastien, and the recent erotic drama, Sapiosexual, (Click name to read Vern's review)   Listen as Deborah discusses her love of Dogme 95, how intimacy coordinators are more hurtful than helpful when filming sex scenes and even calls Vern by his real name during the show. It was a really great time recording this interview and we hope you enjoy listening to it. Watch these Movies by Deborah Twiss Sapiosexual  on Prime A Gun for Jennifer on Tub iSebastien on Tubi Follow Deborah on Twitter @deborah_twiss  and Instagram @deborahtwiss Ad Spots Pop Art Bring Your Own Popcorn Sponsors: Newsly https://newsly.me/ (Use Promo Code Recall and get one month free of Premium) Listen to us every Sunday at 8:30 PM as part of Vanilla Sunday at Full Swap Radio https://fullswapradio.com/cinemarecall/ --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/cinemarecall/support

Episode Notes S4E20 -- Join us as we dive into the mind of Deborah Twiss as she takes us from KIck Ass to her newest feature Sapiosexual and beyond. Deborah Twiss (born December 22, 1971) is an American actress, screenwriter, film director and producer. In the 2000s she became well-known with roles in films and television shows such as Kick-Ass, Gravity, Law & Order: Special Victims Unit and White Collar. NEWS FLASH You can now purchase Toking with the Dead full novel here https://a.co/d/7uypgZo https://www.barnesandnoble.com/.../toking.../1143414656... You can see all your past favorite episodes now streaming on https://redcoraluniverse.com/ OR Show your support by purchasing FB stars. Send stars to the stars fb.com/stars _______ This episode is sponsored by Deadly Grounds Coffee "Its good to get a little Deadly" https://deadlygroundscoffee.com ————————————————— https://www.stilltoking.com/ Check out Toking with the Dead Episode 1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=awhL5FyW_j4 Check out Toking with the Dead Episode 2 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SaUai58ua6o Buy awesome Merchandise! https://www.stilltoking.com/toking-with-the-dead-train https://teespring.com/stores/still-toking-with Sponsorship Opportunities https://www.stilltoking.com/become-a-sponsor or email us at bartlett52108@gmail.com thetokingdead@gmail.com ————————————— Follow our guest https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0878597/ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deborah_Twiss https://www.instagram.com/deborahtwiss/?hl=en https://twitter.com/deborah_twiss?lang=en https://www.facebook.com/deborah.twiss/ https://www.linkedin.com/in/deborah-twiss-2615488 https://www.luckystarproductions.tv/ ———————— Follow Still Toking With and their friends! https://smartpa.ge/5zv1 https://thedorkeningpodcastnetwork.com/ ————————————— Produced by Leo Pond and The Dorkening Podcast Network https://TheDorkening.com Facebook.com/TheDorkening Youtube.com/TheDorkening Twitter.com/TheDorkening Dead Dork Radio https://live365.com/station/Dead-Dork-Radio-a68071 MORE ABOUT OUR GUESTS: Twiss has been cast in a series of lead and supporting roles in several independent films including Molotov Samba. Twiss later appeared in TV shows including Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, Law & Order: Criminal Intent, White Collar, and Gravity as well as feature films such as In Between. She has two children, Matthew and Sydney McCann, who played characters based on them in her film A Cry From Within, inspired by experiences they had as a family. In the film Kick-Ass, she portrayed the mock superhero's teacher-crush, Mrs. Zane. Post Kick-Ass, Twiss appeared in the Michael Chiklis-produced Pawn and in A.D. Calvo's The Midnight Game, and appeared opposite Eric Roberts in A Cry From Within, which wrapped principal photography in spring 2014. She has also appeared in The Networker opposite Sean Young and William Forsythe. Tapping her independent film experience, Twiss is developing several projects in which she will play lead roles including Just In Time, Parallel Veins, the horror comedy film Bloody Ultimatum, and a revenge horror film Contract With A Demon. She wrote and co-directed 2014 the Horror mystery thriller film A Cry from Within, which was co-directed with Zach Miller. Find out more at https://still-toking-with.pinecast.co

Pop Art Painter Jamie Roxx (www.JamieRoxx.us) welcomes Deborah Twiss, writer/director/star (Sapiosexual, Movie | Thriller) to the Show!    (Click to go there) ● FB: @SapioTheMovie ● IMDB: www.imdb.com/title/tt19267078 ● Itunes: tv.apple.com/us/movie/sapiosexual/umc.cmc.3wztkwwbkogjh7hblznaduwcn ● Amazon: www.amazon.com/Sapiosexual-Deb-Twiss/dp/B0B8MM81MC ● WEB: www.deborahtwissactress.com Breaking Glass Pictures will release  Sapiosexual with a VOD/Digital release on May 16, 2023. Sapiosexual... follows Three people as they gather for an "uncoupling celebration" arranged by the aging narcissist Liam. Both Hannah and Freddie, Liam's guests as well as victims, have dark ties to his past and plenty of their own secrets. When the power goes out during a thunderstorm, the deepest truths are revealed, changing each person's life forever. ● Media Inquiries: October Coast www.octobercoastpr.com

On todays episode of "Nana Tingz", I (⁠@AntonioILiranzo⁠) am joined by one of my new friends, Tristan Shuler (⁠@TristanJShuler). We only met a few weeks ago at a gig but our vibes were just too good, so we had to record an episode! We were going to discuss the topic of sex and age but it turned into a more deep discussion about sapiosexuality, demisexuality, sex, self worth, homophobia and owning our queerness. This episode is just so fucking good! Grab some water, tea or champagne and enjoy the ride✨. (Part 2 of this discussion will be coming soon). Order “Antonio's Return” and my other books here: ⁠Antonioliranzo.com/links⁠ Instagram:⁠ ⁠⁠@AntonioILiranzo⁠ Thank you all for the love and support!

เติร์ด Tilly Birds สัมภาษณ์ภาษาอังกฤษอย่างเป็นทางการครั้งแรก! นี่คือบทสนทนาแบบออกรสเกือบ 1 ชั่วโมงเต็มเป็นภาษาอังกฤษ (หลายคนต้องทึ่งในภาษาอังกฤษของเติร์ด!!)    อะไรทำให้เติร์ดหลงรักในภาษาอังกฤษ เจ้าความ ‘Sapiosexual' สเปกผู้หญิงที่ชอบคือแบบไหน ความฝันวัยเด็กอยากเปิดโรงเรียนสอนภาษาอังกฤษ เรื่องราวเบื้องหลังชื่อเพลงภาษาอังกฤษสุดครีเอตของ Tilly Birds และ ‘การเมือง' สิ่งแรกที่เติร์ดจะทำหากเป็น ‘นายกรัฐมนตรี'

เติร์ด Tilly Birds สัมภาษณ์ภาษาอังกฤษอย่างเป็นทางการครั้งแรก! นี่คือบทสนทนาแบบออกรสเกือบ 1 ชั่วโมงเต็มเป็นภาษาอังกฤษ (หลายคนต้องทึ่งในภาษาอังกฤษของเติร์ด!!) อะไรทำให้เติร์ดหลงรักในภาษาอังกฤษ เจ้าความ ‘Sapiosexual' สเปกผู้หญิงที่ชอบคือแบบไหน ความฝันวัยเด็กอยากเปิดโรงเรียนสอนภาษาอังกฤษ เรื่องราวเบื้องหลังชื่อเพลงภาษาอังกฤษสุดครีเอตของ Tilly Birds และ ‘การเมือง' สิ่งแรกที่เติร์ดจะทำหากเป็น ‘นายกรัฐมนตรี'

Paris: The Memoir Part 3 -- she is risen! Comedians Molly Mulshine & Sara Armour resurrect their coverage of Paris Hilton's memoir. For Part 4 and a deep dive of Paris Hilton's chart and relationships, Join the Patreon!1:35 Paris blackmails father, Rick Hilton into removing her from Provo before her 18th birthday.2:11 Catholic guilt, secrets and sin4:03 Paris is too traumatized to sleep at night but uses insomnia for buiz dev. By day she continues to get kicked out of every private school she can.5:50 Models eat garbage!8:00 Burner phones & w accidentally dodging Kim K on TV9:45 Cater & Courtney Reun's key questions for entrepreneurs11:05 Steps to self-reinvention & how to be your own manager 11:55 Harvey Weinstein creepy bathroom story13:13 Pathological fear of embarrassment?17:17 Enter first boyfriend after Provo, SCUM, aka Rick Salomon aka cameraman, co-star, and seller of coerced sex tape “1 Night in Paris." Don't date older men. 19:25 Is Paris asexual? Frigid? Sapiosexual? Venus in Aquarius. Mars in Pisces.21:17 Molly parties with Paris party in “VIP” at NYFW event22:50 Saving yourself for marriage. “Playing hard to get” and the dance of the masculine and feminine. Quaaludes. Pisces Intensity. Capricorn Mommy supremacy. 26:55 Nancy Jo Sales profiles Paris for Vanity Fair32:07 Molly interviews Paris in her NYC apt / portrait gallery. US vs UK hustle culture. Star-studded NYC events. 36:26 Conrad Hilton is supportive! 36:47 The Simple Life era 38:35 Paris gets an abortion & a right to privacy40:13 Sex tape released right before The Simple Life premieres. Simple Life is a hit. Infamy works. 44:09 Paris has talents!45:40 The rise of selfie culture.46:25 Paris works hard, you guys! Hires Elliot Mintz as publicist. 48:40 Non-consensual Playboy cover ... like Marilyn Monroe... 50:14 “Sorry, not sorry” and "no shame" for bullying. South Park bullies Paris, wishes death upon Selena Gomez54:57 Paris says she voted for Trump which was not true, she didn't even vote. Barely mentions boyfriends. Many mentions of Demi Lovato / Taco Bell.57:36 Scammer Karma. Being with Kim K.58:37 DUI. Probation. Second Arrest. 1:02:11 Sarah Silverman apologizes for mean jokes. Like people, comedy evolves!1:03:39 The importance of punching up. Zooming in on husband, Carter Reun.1:04:49 Paris faces solitary confinement in Provo and later jail. Breaking karmic patterns. Saturn & doing work. 1:09:08 The Paris Hilton character people love to hate. Trauma, nudity, and controlled embarrassment.Oh-- and it was LA Reid not Lou Reed...Join the Patreon! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

·      Happy Aries season! Happy Birthday Aries Babes! ·      Happy Birthday Mommy, Aries Queen! ·      Welcome Aminah, Owner of Yumi Yoni & Spiritual Practitioner ·      Aminah's Big 3 and the importance for parents to learn their kid's Big 3 signs ·      The experience of being an Earth Sun, Earth Moon & Earth Rising ·      3 going on 30 and honoring your child's independence (Aries energy) ·      Processing emotions as an Earth Moon placement ·      Earth Signs doing the most trying to be Bob the Builder for everybody ·      How Earth signs take your messy emotions and give them shape ·      Sexual attraction and desire as a Venus in Leo & the most attractive signs ·      Shout out to the Virgo Men & Scorpio Men…..AEOW! ·      The best zodiac signs to have as Friends ·      The best zodiac signs to have as Lovers & bring the romance ·      Are Earth signs mechanical in their Love & Romance? ·      What defines “good sex” & intimacy? ·      Which signs give the best sexual experiences? ·      The likeness & shared energies of Virgo & Scorpio ·      How does an Earth Moon like their sexual experiences ·      Sapiosexuals and the sexual fulfillment through spoken communication ·      How Aminah began her business Yumi Yoni as a new Mother ·      How sharing your gifts can grow into a business of doing what you Love ·      Yoni Steaming and how it helps Women in their healing journey ·      The magic of Money Oils and how they work ·      Aminah's work as a Spiritualist and the art of crafting healing products ·      The Top 3 Yumi Yoni products you should buy & try ·      The future and vision of Yumi Yoni as a physical store front! Ase! ·      The need and importance for safe spaces to congregate for spiritual healing aside from The Church ·      Increase of Men opening up about their emotions & seeking healing services ·      Men only get flowers at their funeral. Buy a Man some flowers and make his day. ·      Men, please be more open and accepting to Love offerings bestowed to you ·      It's not me; it's my Partner not understanding how to RECEIVE Love/ Offerings ·      Children's pure emotions conditioned into rejection as a learned behavior ·      Shout out to the Men doing the inner work to heal; we see you & support you! ·      Masculine Alpha Men with a healthy feminine balance…what does that look like? ·      How internalizing fear can become cancerous to a relationship ·      Does the enjoyment of rough sex indicate emotional lack/ pain/ filling a void? ·      The red flags of rough sex with no shared intimacy ·      I'm feeling freaky and I just wanna talk about sex during this Libra full moon ·      Libra full moon inspiration to switch up your look & how you see yourself ·      Bring back shared etiquette and “Lady in the streets, freak in the sheets” ·      Make Men Gentlemen again and Make Women Ladies again ·      The Culture of Sexting, Group Chats & Lack of Respect & Reservation ·      Bring back the mystery and slow burn of shared intimacy & sex ·      Trauma response of “shutting down, internalizing & becoming emotionally unavailable ·      Ways to self-heal your body…feel to heal. Movement is medicine. ·      How the body stores memory of pain & trauma ·      Rituals for the Libra Full Moon ·      The magic of Thursdays & simple money rituals to try ·      How to work with all four of the elements ·      Everything starts in the mind. You can't manifest with lack of intention. ·      Be intentional and realistic about your manifestation ·      Manifest the maintenance to keep the blessing too ·      Normalize Loving someone enough to let them be if you're not ready for them ·      Love is respect and boundaries ·      Mina's Pop-Up Shop Event on Saturday April 15, 2023 @ DGBEK Studios 1pm- 4pm ·      Start where you are with what you have and keep going; what's the End Goal? ·      Shout out to all the Child Entrepreneurs & their Parents holding them down ·      The Blessing of Discovering Your Purpose ·      Subscribe to Mina's You Tube channel & follow her on all platforms ·      Speaking the blessings & manifestations into existence ·      Flowers & applause to Aminah stepping more into her Power! ·      When two or more come together, it shall be done. ·      Manifesting our spiritual retreat ·      Aminah's final words of wisdom ·      Announcement & Final Cup of CheChe ·      Follow Aminah on all platforms @TheYumiYoni www.theyumiyoni.com ·      @CheCheBabe @MyVirgoFriendPodcast @MyCoachCheChe o   Feature me as a guest on your podcast! Let's collaborate! o   If you want to submit your questions to me for advice or feedback, you're welcome to email me at askcherelle@myvirgofriend.com  or cheche@myvirgofriend.com 

Kelsey has played and collaborated with many people; he is known most recently for his recordings as Blak Emoji. He also produced a film and has produced other artists, and did a one-person musical stage performance based on his own life. He has lots of cool stories to tell. Kelsey is a consummate professional on every level—first and foremost his own work. He's super smart about navigating the music business and he has real experience to share. Lots of entertainment, learning and a sampling of Blak Emoji in this powerful session. LISTEN: https://orcd.co/beec FOLLOW: https://www.instagram.com/blak.emoji/ WEBSITE: https://www.blakemoji.com/ WATCH: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQRzhUzTsBs BIO: BLAK EMOJI Blak Emoji is the brainchild of NYC producer, songwriter and multi-instrumentalist, Kelsey Warren. Blending pop inspirations with an emphasis on electronic music, synth sounds and intricate writing, Kelsey's sonic dream is brought to life. The debut Blak Emoji EP, "INTRO" (2017) was the first of several releases with two albums, a sophomore EP and the latest album "ECLECTRO." Warren has received a variety of accolades from notable publications including Rolling Stone, Afro-Punk, Line Best Of Fit, BUST, Clash Magazine, Vampire Freaks and Tape Op. Blak Emoji songs "Velvet Ropes & Dive Bars" and "Poison To Medicine" made their way to ABC's Quantico while "Sapiosexual" appeared in several indie films. Warren was immersed in soul/R&B and pop music growing up in South Jersey. But after learning piano concertos, jazz guitar standards, drums and other instruments, Warren became addicted to hip-hop, punk, minimalist classical. He supplemented his ever-expanding musical taste with a dense love of electronic music and synth inspiration from Kraftwerk to Prince to NIN. Quarantine didn't prove to slow down Warren who spent the duration of the pandemic producing numerous artists and directing music videos. He dropped an avant-electronic instrumental Blak Emoji album called "Antidote". In 2022, Blak Emoji was signed to ECR Music Group. The first single release after joining the ECR label is "MAINSTAY," which is one of his most successful to date. This February, ECR will release a deluxe edition of "ECLECTRO" with bonus tracks.

Here we are again reflecting on the Super Bowl and the sexy Rhi Rhi comments. Is sex different with different financial classes or is all the same? WTF is a SapioSexual? Do Men have safe places to talk? Man IDK but we're going to speak on it…Enjoy

Can a highly intelligent person have a successful relationship with someone of average intelligence? How is one to co-submit/co-commit to someone who is as intelligent as you are? Do most people value trust and loyalty over intelligence? Will a High IQ Make You Less Likely To Marry?

This week on week on Sex & Violence with Rebel Girl, we talk an an American boxer, wrestler, aspiring mma athlete & a history making U.S. Marine Corps officer. Stephanie Simon is a United States Marine Corps Boxing Hall Of Fame Inductee, 6-Time National Boxing Champion and 2024 Paris Olympics boxing gold medal hopeful!! The U.S. Naval Academy alumni will soon be headed to the U.S. Olympic Committee's USA Boxing 2023 World Boxing Tour Camp,taking place at the U.S. Olympic Training Center in Colorado Springs, CO from March 19 – April 9, 2023. We talk about:

We got a real doozy of an episode today as Drew and Carmen discuss all the ways they aren't progressive. Look we all got a little pappaw in us, and it's better to admit it than pretend like we don't. EMBRACE the pappaw! We get into vegans, sapiosexuals and other annoying people. But don't worry we also get into self love, acceptance, and looking super cool. Can't wait for y'all to meet COOL TODD. 

•Adressing backlash from last episode •Listener write ins/questions •Sapiosexuals •Are monogamous relationship still a thing in 2023? •Moment of clarity at a bar in Boston •There comes a point you have to grow up •How do you assign value to a partner? •Male version of a thirst trap •Being comfortable w being alone •Forcing a vibe •Start your day by doing something that sucks •Creating a false ecosystem •Be real w yourself before anything And much much more on this episode! ———————————————————————— Follow us Instagram @thesocialklub_podcast Tik tok @thesocialklub_ And like us on Facebook

Your Host: Shyra DeJuan (ShyTheHealer)The 5 Values of Healthy Loving Relationships, Exploring FIPES- Financial, Intellectual, Physical, Emotional and Spiritual aspects of finding true love and healing from past relational experiences.Learn ways to grow healthier in your marriage, in your long-term relationship or future relationship! This session is for EVERYONE! The way we view, shape and speak about how we feel about a negative experience in our life, determines how we heal. Practice positive language and recognize how it develops your thoughts & actions avoid saying break up, failed marriage or failed relationships. Those phrases create negative language that internalizes negative thoughts about the experience. Use terms like, we weren't aligned, we grew apart, our separation was a mutual agreement. We have been conditioned to believe that we have failed at a relationship when the truth is, you went through a relational learning experience and you can take time to analyze & embrace your faults, forgive yourself and the other person for those faults and misunderstandings. Then you can take the time to heal, grow and be better for your next relationship. If you don't grow and learn from a relationship that was not aligned, you will be in a continuous cycle of those same types of unhealthy relationships or trauma bonds. After ending a relationship that was not aligned to your values, be willing to take at least 8-12 months to heal, find yourself and values before entering into a new relationship. The term FIPES (Financial, Intellectual, Physical, Emotional, Spiritual) was created by Shyra DeJuan and is based on her Independent Research Study relating to relationships completed in 2011. Donate & Support Shyra DeJuan's Podcasthttps://www.buymeacoffee.com/79wdgzhfdwpMr. Jason Wilson Book titled Battle Cry: Waging the War WithinClick link for book https://amzn.to/3XaoHuZEternal Sunshine: Love & Relationships by LondrelleClick link for book https://amzn.to/3CLJGvVFollow Me on Instagram send a video or voice message: I'm on Instagram as shythehealer. DM your video!https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=ps65ixdo89ap&utm_content=kww2cv0Support the showDonate and Support Link: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/79wdgzhfdwp

Thank you for downloading episode 10 of our podcast!! It's the closest episode to Christmas, and so we've added some Jingle Bells to the opening music, but not a lot else!!! In Episode 10, Mr and Mrs G go through their experiences of their very first group socials, organised by community members of FabSwingers and then Killing Kittens. They chat about the nervousness of men, and how Mr G thinks the lifestyle is actually more difficult for men than women initially, possibly due to natural instinct, although apparently not him, being the 'Chatty Man'. Mrs G discusses her penny drop moment soon after the Socials about what she needs to be ready to play, and her realisation of the importance to her of any possible play partner for Mr G. They chat about their new adjustable cock ring, and how it compares to their vibrating cock ring, Mrs G's new favourite 'Honey Birdette' lingerie, an embarrassing incident with a 'vanilla' friend and Mrs G's reindeer tits, standards and not 'fucking for fucks sakes'. A discussion about the discovery of being a Sapiosexual; no 'basic shit smut' for Mrs G. At around 55 minutes, they go on to discuss a social meet-up on Zoom with Mr & Mrs H of the BedHoppers UK Podcast and some interesting chat and thoughts they had following it. A new exciting events company they found, but which irritated Mrs G, future plans (childcare permitting) and some cracking listener messages. Their usual lighthearted and fun chat, this is an honest and open account of where they are in their new journey into the lifestyle. You'll feel like you're sat in a hotel bar with long term friends having a sexy discussion! Contact us at: Email: 'hello@sexlessswingers.co.uk' Twitter: '@sexlessswingers' FabSwingers - 'The_Sexless_Swingers' Please note, explicit adult theme of a sexual nature are discussed and this podcast is for 18+ only. Credit for mentions Bedhoppers UK Podcast Honey Birdette - https://uk.honeybirdette.com Intro and exit music via Pixabay - Track: Summer Trip with a Guitar - Artist: Sweet KR

There's a whole world of declarative terms new online daters need to get familiar with in order to understand some profiles. Is it in poor form to share some of this info openly in a dating profile? Are the people who own those profiles aware how many strangers are seeing them? And who, exactly, wants to see Mitch McConnell in a speedo? Sam and Evangeline ponder these and other mysteries of the universe.

¿Sabes qué es la demisexualidad? ¿Podrías afirmar que eres demisexual? Escucha nuestro episodio y conoce las respuestas a estas dudas con toda la diversión de La Gozadera Podcast. ¡Ríe sin parar con los dueños del entretenimiento en el Podcast de La Gozadera! 

What are you most attracted to when looking for someone to date? Social status? A sense of humour? Good looks? Those are all positive traits for sure, but for sapioseuxals there's one quality which trumps all others, and that's intelligence. The word comes from the Latin word “sapien”, which means wise. Sapiosexuals don't fall in love at first sight or even through an emotional spark. Rather, they seduce one another through long and complex discussions. Their partners may well have a successful career and financial stability too, but it's the intelligence which really counts most. The brain has to be stimulated on an intellectual level before a sapiosexual would even consider the thought of physical intimacy. It's nothing new being attracted to someone who's intelligent, is it? Is sapiosexuality a sexual orientation in its own right? In under 3 minutes, we answer your questions! To listen to the latest episodes, click here: What does the future hold for the Amazon rainforest? Why are Just Stop Oil activists targeting works of art? Could you be genetically immune to Covid? A Bababam Originals podcast written and produced by Joseph Chance. In partnership with upday UK. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

https://youtu.be/7L4JnAuW00k Dillon Francis, I knew by now, was a very skilled sorcerer. I was fasting, and quickly shifting through times, realms, and dimensions as empty as ever as I knew myself to be; these days the shortest fasts seemed the longest—and by the look and feel of things, I was always still the biggest one in the room no matter where I went. ‘Let's see what this guy can do with half a moon.' If I had to go all the way to the dance floor to continue assessing my feelings for this man, it then had to be true that there were feelings at all—and there had to have been. Either way, I didn't care much; I wasn't expecting any outcome and at the very least and most simultaneously, I was there as a fan. I was, after all, as written, Dillon Francis's biggest fan—and though I didn't wear any apparel that made it obviously so, I sought to seek means to an end at some point for the saga I had written. I had hoped to potentially see Dillon's Kayla Lauren in the wings, as I thought surely for there to be one; it would be odd for any man, especially one that traveled as much as he did, to have two dogs of his own. Again, it didn't seem to matter, as I kept it in the forefront of my mind always that a man like Dillon Francis could have anyone he wanted in the world, most certainly anyone in the audience, If a world renowned DJ were ever to do such a thing as to sink as low as to converse with a peasant, such as I; at the very least, I would record, as always, Shazam, as always, and music mine as much as I possibly could, seeing as I wasn't there to dance or to drink at all, but simply just to observe; my soul acted in certain ways in this environment, and I wanted to know why, or what it was exactly that made it do so, quite unforgivingly. Still, there was magic in the air; and whether it was his, or mine, or neither I neither cared to know nor did, but knew it to be—there was just nothing to to do but submit, as I had learned; and rightfully so, as I was coming to him, it allowed him to assert his dominance, which I liked and needed anyhow, in any event. Allowing any potential anyone to become the master was a given; and though not yet at my beauty's peak of perfection, my sexuality was peaking enough for me to explore my innate attraction to him, as I allowed it. I wanted to be controlled, and so although it felt forced and always ridden with guilt, whatever had happened with Sonny had sent me through an infinite loop and then put Kayla Lauren on display at the worst possible time; and though rarely missing a gym day since, I credited my own perseverance for it rather than her sheer luck at the genetic lottery. I would never be a little white girl, and though at my worst they acted as kryptonite to my super powers, whatever they were—I still had whatever it was they didn't, and perhaps not the affluent white man's proper ideal, still something and someone at best, maybe. I hoped to see a girl he might belong to at the show; but then wondered of course who might stay with the dogs. Are you serious? Either way, I was going to write, and record, and align with whatever my purpose was—as regardless of how, it seemed to have something to do with Dillon Francis. I was fasting, of course, but it hadn't been long; I had fulfilled what would be my calorie deficit with a box of plant based Oreos just the night before departing LA full of grief, stress, and chocolate,'for whatever reason; I would have a vegan doughnut at pink box, I decided, before I left Vegas—maybe to make up for the one I had lost in the wind from the oncoming train just days before—I called it God's work, as nothing else could be so comical and devastating at the same time—but was also still craving a doughnut and, still fitting I to everything I owed that I had purchased in an extra small, very comfortably, thought to be allowed one, at one time or another. It didn't matter to me; the white women of the world were made to steal anything I wanted or needed; especially a Sonny or a Dillon Francis, but at the very least I could ease my grief with sweets and work off the stress whenever I was blessed enough to hold gym memberships. I didn't care much, but needed the processing speed of a wired brain and empty stomach to be able to compute whatever might be meant for me to grasp in the matrix; after all, I had once thought of Dillon Francis to be a computer-program himself; the most nonplahable character yet, but still a record breaking synchronicity or rather large group of them, now, in my book. .Red Hot Chili Peppers - These Are The Ways I can see It's not meant to be Cause I can't stop lying to you And you can't stop lying to me I just keep tying you up And you just keep letting me be So who are you to me A fantasy? Freedom? Sweet relief? Perhaps, just nothing But all comes from nothing All comes from nothing All comes from lusting I'm clutching the clutch with both my feet The break is stuck, Just like my feet in the styrupa, Good luck to me You're just fucking mad at me For having such vivid imaginary catastrophies Maybe it's everything Love is But fucking What? God, I'm lucky; I ought to be I run a Fortune 500 Maybe it's nothing But all comes from nothing All comes from nothing All comes from lusting I'm clutching the clutch with both my feet The break is stuck, Just like my feet in the styrupa, Good luck to me You're just fucking mad at me For having such vivid imaginary catastrophes (Don't forget the apostrophe, Since you'll be forging for me) I can see It's not meant to be Cause I can't stop lying to you And you can't stop lying to me I just keep tying you up And you just keep letting me be So who are you to me A fantasy? Freedom? Sweet relief? Perhaps, just nothing I should be parking my car in the lobby for washing Don't mind me, It's just natural distrust All turns to dust, And all comes from nothing God, I'm lucky I should be working on something (I should be resting on Sundays, the lord says) But take my time word for it, I'm the one writing it Monday Thru Sunday I can see It's not meant to be Cause I can't stop lying to you And you can't stop lying to me I just keep tying you up And you just keep letting me be So who are you to me A fantasy? Freedom? Sweet relief? Perhaps, just nothing ‘Just remember, that every girl you see that makes you sad, is the kind of girl he gets—and that's the reason for it.' , I thought to myself. As long as I remembered Instagram models and actresses existed, I couldn't continue to be hurt by it, but I was still, somehow even after 30 years, getting used to being the ugly fat black girl—and since I wasn't Lizzo or Megan The Stallion, I really wasn't anyboth; there was still no place for me at all in the world I wanted to belong to, and I was still as I represented as I would ever be. Maybe tonight I would use my two drink tickets; a sure recipe for disaster, as I had at least almost made it to the 48 hour mark fasting, If I was counting correctly. Perhaps a vegan doughnut could soak up the liquor and shame after leaving the encore at 3 am with nothing but a handful of words and some samples, and perhaps a podcast episode if there could be one. Dua Lipa, Hallucinate What happens after The Daisy swallows Dillon Francis?! Dillon HART Francis. That's a funny name! He's a funny guy. Sometimes. Sometimes. What was I to do? I just kept writing and had nowhere to send it; there was no pitch, there was no plot, and there was certainly no point. Enter The Multiverse and The Festival Project as a whole made up for everything I could have potentially been worth—which was nothing— and I hadn't a clue at all what I was purposed for; I seemed almost psychically robotic, remembering things as they happened within seconds, only enough to slightly offset a rebuttal that at any rate seemed scripted, but wasn't—at least yet. It seemed as if I was in a movie, but to any such ohaycologist of course this could have been considered mania, psychosis, or delusions of grandeur—or even— Dillusions of Granduer. I was funny too, sometimes. I didn't have to think Dillon Francis was shallow—I knew he was shallow, just as such with Sonny or any other man worth his salt, whatever that actually meant. But, just as I had harshly learned anything else, I was starting to understand why, as the smaller and more agile I became, the more I could do with my own body, and as such began to understand why men preferred slim and petite women. I was settling in well to my non-bianary status, and my celibacy—I could do more on my own or with myself than with any partner to date, and with the only human of interest being himself well over 300 pounds, I opted to keep to myself and simply observe human nature for the time being, rather than to take part in it. I wasn't eating, but for the first time in days I had slept, and pushing anything from the future or past far from my mind, I opted to remain present, and aloof; it wouldn't mean much to try to care at all about anything—the more I cared, the more the universe would subtract from my contentedness. Hear Me Now, Nicky Romero “If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.” —William Blake As if this isn't the greatest story ever told. I'm pretty sure that's The Passion of The Christ. This is The Passion Of The Christ. That's just blasphemous. It's The Passion of— Go on. I mean, it is infinite. Well, first there was infinite— —everything— —Everything. Now what. Oh, I know. What is it? It's The Passion of Dillon Francis. Why is that? Because, they're going to kill him. Why? Dillon Francis isn't in the Illuminati! Think twice before going there. But I've got a one track mind. A one track mind In a multitrack world Is a square peg to a round hole And a half-heart To a whole world And nothing's left but to give But to give is to get Just live, Try to forget that it's Infinite What's for dinner dear? I met you here, at the crossroads Like I said I would; And you said you wouldn't come, But here you are: A phenomenon Pardon my awful camaraderie Oh! I forgot all my manners Beg your hard on for hours, Till wilted, like later my flowers Oh, the debachery —better off watching your crotch, Than up on the cross, Like last that I saw you— Stop Look, I just want to watch; I just want to wash all the blood off my hands, From the Hog I put on the bonfire (Forgot what it's called in Oahu) Who are you? I died in a fire, you know In your eyes, Despite how I tried to avoid them They light up at night, sometimes No Divine or desire I'm just here to top off my tires, I'm tired, you know —better off watching, I'm novice Another day at the office, A shot gun in place of deposits, collateral Oh, I'm the asshole— I'm actually quite proud of it This is called something of consciousness, Writing a canon, But I'm quite forgetful; A madman, if you can imagine (Disasterous) Now you attack at your best, I'm un-vested Invested my time in unrest, Don't forget I'm just under your bed We mustn't forget how it started Intensive care Must be intense in the moment When you're Dillon Francis Ah yes. Leave A Trace, CHRCHES Tell me again how you're different; I exist just to wash dishes and watch DJs— I'm lazy; A patronage made just to let the white bitches forget all their privelege; In fact, it's a gift In fact, they're chosen— In fact, I'm just “Isn't” It's miserable Everyone Talks, Neon Trees | Three Pound Chicken Wing, deadmau5 | Paradise, Laidback Luke feat. Bright Lights Let me explain, How it's a vibration; I don't care what body you're in— It's all the same love, If it's all the same love, Then I love you I love you I love you, But I'm in a body It's torturous Let me explain how It's a vibration New word: It's Sapiosexual; Oh, I forgot how you Maddened me once, with your syntax and grammar Ah, now I'm sad as Hell ‘Might as well end it”, I thought to myself If looked as disheveled as I felt They would have stopped me from entering Even at ‘Envy' Let me explain, How I'm the villain This just happens over and over To poor Skrillex And Dillon Francis So much fame and fortune It turns into torture The girls on the rail A pecking order; Ready to devour, And be devoured by The man of the hour “ I might as well end it, then” I said. (But just for attention, I'm stuck in this body, Just rotting Cause nobody wants me at this damn party I've had enough of it I need some water and Probably a therapist Oh, ‘Stream of consciousness' There, I remembered it. Who could ever love me (No one does) Who could ever need me (No one does) Who would ever want me (No one does) Uh huh, I'm no fun at parties [Three knocks on the door] I ignore it (This part is important) [three more knocks] Ought to be something, But still, I assume that it's nothing No guts, and no glory Nobody to love me Uh huh I'm no fun at parties Who could ever love me (No one does) Who could ever need me (No one does) Who would ever want me (No one does) No wonder I used to cut myself “I can feel something” I once sung Now I just run; But— I'm still not small enough For somebody to want me I like to eat every now and again But— I guess that's my problem I just want someone to want me That doesn't remind me of Something i'm not But instead as in awe of my body As I am of Anything other than Tragedy Walk like an Egyptian, The Bangles I excused myself for the lackluster workout—after all, it had been days since my last real meal, and three now since my last solid anything; I had been happy with coconut water and alkaline, trying not to stay too far from the petite I was aiming for.; the plaid dress was a perfect match for the boots I had picked out, astonished that with the nearly 300-lb weight loss, my feet had also happened to shrink down a size and a half—I was dressed to impress, but prepared to be humiliated, and to top that—very eager to Google how long it would take me to get from XS, to Pink Box doughnuts—which was open 24 hours. At least I didn't exactly look like a prostitute—and, as an added bonus, might even could keep the dress for work or interviews; the boots walked nicely, at least for now, and I didn't mind the modesty, as I was already as out of place and forgotten as could be. Rather than opting for a coconut water, I stayed empty; not much was needed to do what I intended, which was almost nothing, and I hoped at the very least my senses and delicate nerves would be somehow put at ease. My iPhone microphone was sensitive enough to catch a song from a car waiting for the light halfway across the street— Freddie's Dead, Curtis Mayfield I crossed at the walk and kept my eyes to the ground, steadying my gait I into an awkward trot as not to appear to confident. I was right on time at the bus stop, and, within moments, not to my suprise, the 103 passed by me, even as I leaned against the stop waving my phone wirh the screen lit. “What a dick.” Perhaps I had fasted too long and worked out too hard; I had indeed left my clothes in a heap of heavy and drenched conglomerate of sweat and tears. I did have a headache, and didn't care much to return yet to my dwelling—in fact, there was something calling me out, and so out I went. Summoning a surprisingly inexpensive Über, I trotted begrudgingly to the WinCo behind me for a Pressed Coconjr Water—the world seemed to dysfunction a little too autonomously when I was running on empty, and with less stored fat supply than before, any triggered ketosis often resulted in a heavy cloud of thoughtless disability; I fumbled around clumsily, breathing shallow in the overstimulation of everything and everyone's aura—but that was exactly what I needed to see: Dillon had always glowed in brilliant shades of purple, but at one time, white—which startled me, especially because it was rare for anyone to glow that way. 120 calories of Coconut water wouldn't quite offset the caloric deficits Raul picked me up in a brand new Tesla, of course—which didn't feel like a coincidence, as nothing did; I had just earlier in the day been thinking of Lim Manuel Miranda, whose face was earned on the cover of a magazine as I purchased my coconut wate; I snapped a picture and hurried along to my whatever it was—instead of spending the next two hours on the bus, I'd get to collect the music from the warmup DJ, and since it was his job I wanted to aquire, it was probably in good taste and good fortune to support anyone whose name I didn't already know. As I arrived to the encore, my eyes were blurred and I was still a little woozy, but the headache was gone and replaced with an all-out bad attitude that didn't exactl come from out of nowhere. As easily distracted as I was, and out of place, I was surprisingly quick to lose self awareness; as I stopped to take a portrait for the festival project, security approached, assuming I was as trashed as anybody else hunched over the trash can—I explained I was working on an art project, and she seemed refreshed—I hadn't realized that how it looked wasn't at all out of the ordinary, remembering where I was, and suddenly, remembering where I was, I remembered the first time I was here, which had inspired the poem Red Velvet, which was lost to time and buried in the rubble of my endlessly infinite Google documents I never received my drink tickets—probably for the best, as k had been tempted this time to actually use them. My life was in actual shambles, with no direction whatsoever—and here I was, on the guestlist at Dillon Francis of all places, with nearly no other place to be. Maybe if I was vigilant I would be front and center at the rail—placing me back in the fandom instead of fiending for a reason or purpose any of this had happened. I'm not mad You're a man And an animal Can't help yourself can you you? Don't be mad at me I'm just a fan And an animal I can't help my attraction I'm second to last, Wirh my hand on the rail And I'm not here to dance (But the music's fantastic) Well, Dillon's front row is always a sight for sore eyes. This is hilarious. I'm laughing on the inside. Just, have a little drink with me. WHY DOES THE DJ KEEP PLAYING SIMMERTIME SADNESS!!! ITS NOT EVEN SUMMER. #SELFIE The club scene had changed much since the days of Red Velvet, but not much, also—vanity had always been the norm, but now more was allowable; at least Fat girls were allowed on the Dance floor without bogarting our way in—but now, the whole of the masses needed photographic evidence of everything; I wasn't in the least interested in taking photos of myself, or anything really hit the discarded rmknce of what had been a night of drinking and shenanigans, whatever the outcome; I never knew, but typically lately had made a habit of throwing away the trash after taking the photos for my project; tonight thiugh, something new caught my eye, as the warm up and caught my ears and I Shazammed every song for the taking—.Recycling bins at the foot of the rails—where, by the way, I had been pushed to front and center, looking quite like someone's Grandmother in my spectacles and too- long- for- the-club-dress—but I was comfortable, hadn't been given any trouble at the door, and, for the time being, was actually next to someone's grandparents. b€NZ (feat syaquis) Front row lit Finna get bent Imma get Imma get. I don't mind a white girl It's just for the night, girl But if you hit me with that ponytail one more time, girl We finnafight girl Go ahead Get it Get it Shake that bony ass Like we on skid row. Yas Go ahead. Front row lit Fin a get bent Imma get Imma get. I don't mind a white girl It's just for the night, girl But if you hit me with that ponytail one more time, girl We fin a fight girl Go ahead Get it Get it Front row lit Fin a get bent Imma get Imma get. I don't mind a white girl It's just for the night, girl But if you hit me with that ponytail one more time, girl We fin a fight girl Go ahead Get it Get it Shame that bony ass Like we on skid row. Where we gonna go In the morning Go ahead. The DJ's pace was picking up, so I knew that it had to be toward the end of his set—would I even make it to close—or did I want to? There wasn't much to see, but there might be more to write. I looked around myself, empathy giving way; now I wasn't myself, or anyone in particular—just a bystander in the crowd, drunk off the placebo of experience ‘What if this was your life every night for the last 10 years?' Uhhhh. I Shazamed another tune— What if this is your life for the next 10 years? Oh Fuxk. I'm getting too old for this. Or… just old enough. The night was moving forward, and so people were drunker, and I probably wouldn't stay at the front row too long; but I was right in the place where the bass hit just right, so it felt good enough— but you couldn't see the DJ's hands. Just so you know, When I'm bored at a show— I take out my notebook Oh no, You're not bothering me; No thanks, I'm not really lonely, I'm just Writing a novel Or album Or movie Or something “Are you in the industry?” The tallish blonde girl next to me asked, progressively more drunk than when she first had appeared next to me at the rail—the front row was now predominately female, which I supposed to be typical—what a life. I just shook my head and continued as I was. For the most part unamused, and even a little bored, as I always was at a club show. I wasn't behind the decks, so I wasn't really anywhere at all. Maybe it was the bass, but I had suddenly stopped craving a doughnut, however by 4 am I was probably just about going to be ready for one; Or half dozen, cause— And with a flash of steam and sweat, the man of the hour appeared, but I found it hard to lift my head— I probably should step back from this front row… The energy in your front row is everything; at least to a DJ like me… Okay Gerald, I'll get you a table— you can't tell anyone you're a piñata. Okay ?' okay. GERALD has permanently shapeshifted into a Human being. (To a hot girl) I'M ACTUALLY A PIÑATA. (Drunken hot girl) WHAT? I'M A PIÑATA! WHAT?! GERALD, NO. WHAT? She's drunk! So?! i told you already—don't tell anyone you're using magic—-or I'm using magic— But—Dillon—magic is real! You said so! I know that!!! DFR, Dillon Francis God dammit, I almost forgot about this album. No you didnt. (Shapeshifting) (Spellcasting) (Other Magic shit) Yeah, but I forgot about the album. Yeah, I bet SAVAGE>< Freek In The Ghetto, Skrillex No. No. No. Oh fuck, where is Skrillex? Oh yeah, huh?! OH YEAH, huh. — What the everlivingFUCK. Oh shit. WHAT are you doing? Just playing a game. WHATDIDITELLYOU— Oh shit, she's mad— Run, dude— Run!! OH SHIT. I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU Well— Well. Well, well, well— Suddenly, it seemed everyone in the front row Was alt right- and as always, all the hot white girls moved into VIP—it was a tired game; I would always be black, and I would always be ugly, and so it hurt less than made me think twice or three times who I was dealing with. I just so happened to look over my shoulder and be somewhat attracted to the girl behind me. ‘'maybe it's time to start dating women' …but that would never work. GERALD. WHAT?! I thought I told you— I know, I know— GIMME ANOTHER SHOT. What, Dillon—! I thought you weren't DRINKING! Gerald! It's me! I know it's you. No! It's me! Ū! SUPACREE?! NO' SHH! I'm Ū!!! Where's / Dillon Francis?! WHERE IS SKRILLEX? He's in your heart. Oh shit. I gave that to Dillon Francis. Well, then, you have your answer. Fuxk. Let it happen. Tame Impala Man, I love that kid. I love that kid. So what happened? It's a long story. —NOT THE TIME MACHINE —NOT THE BOX GET IN THE TIME MACHINE! NOT THE BOX—!!!!! UGH, not Dillon Francis. (Yes, Dillon Francis.) What's his deal?! Who's what, him!!? YES. Satan. Hm. Whats your deal with Dillon Francis? What?! I don't have a deal with Dillon Francis… What?! YOU DONT!? NO! Why not? Cause! Being honest..? The devil, being honest: (Psh) I owe him money. What!! Satan, no way. Yes way! Hod that happen?' Lost a bet. Damn. This set is getting good. What are you watching? Gerald's world The legend of supacree Enter the multiverse The infinite Skrillifiles What? Uh oh. What ñ 5) 3 time space time continuums just shattered CONFETTI BLAST OH SHIT, it just shattered twice. We gotta go. Where we going To the planet Which—ducking planet. The one with the ducks. QUACK oh shit. A duck DUCK DUCK!! DUCK—DUCK—DUCK— Damn, this game really has gone on forever— ITS EDM O CLOCK, BITCH—! GET UP!! Mmm. We better go. Yes. We better go ALI and AVICII are very, very drunk in Heaven. THEY FINALLY MADE IT?! —of course we made it! —We knew the way! But of course: GOD No, go back. WHAT ARE YOU serious? MARTY! MARTY MCFLY! DAWG, it's good to see you! Wait. What the Fuxk dimension is THIS?' It's the one with Dillon Francis That's— a —FUCK. Dillon Francis is in a lot of dimensions. Yeah but this is the right one. How do you know? That was the theme song for the TV show. What TV show? Damn. I'm fucked up. What! I thought you didn't drink. I don't I'm an empath. MEANWHILE SUPACREE and SUNNÍ BLŪ have collided in a para-dimensional reality OH, SHIT, it's ME OH FUCK—DAMN. Now what do we do? Drugs? Drugs. Yeaaaaaaaah. One More Time, Daft Punk My son's favorite song. It was the second time it had played today, and the first time it wasn't nearly as bad as the second — now i was glad for the cloud of cold steam, I couldn't hide my upset as much as I wanted to ‘'Just keep writing' Okay. They're trying to kill me With white girls, And memories And it just might work I'm trying to write myself out the box Oh my god And it just my work I'm trying to get lost But I'm all out of sauce This is not gonna work I see you went and hopped on the band wagon Somebody get that dragon. /$3/ Huh That's how much I paid for this You—what?! I paid $3 You paid $3 Yes. For this. Yes. I'm gonna kill you. Ū VS DILLON FRANCIS Uh oh. Here it goes. FIGHT. Oh shit. I've been waiting all season for this. Here it goes. KO. SUPACREE WINS. What. It's over already? This isn't possible. GAME OVER. What the Fuxk. This is insane. No fucking way #%%]!! Wait. What the fuck I thought it was Ū VS Dillon Francisz YeH! It was. What the fuck. So how did SUPACREE win? Huh. Wait, did anybody ever find Skrillex? Oh, My God. Just then, someone threw a Red Bull and it hit my foot enough that it actually distracted me from writing— THROW ANOTHER ONE! No, dont! Why, what's wrong? I have to take back these boots in the morning. Oh good, Jesus made it. What Jesus who! JESÚS CHRIST! What? What do you want? I didn't think you'd come! I had to. I thought you were on vacation. Exactly. Listen, Dillon—I have to tell you something. Uh huh. This isn't going to be easy. Chak Chel, what is it? I need you to listen. Uh, I'm kinda busy. It was at this point— Really, this point—? I had to stop and asses for myself what was really happening. I was writing up a storm, and it did seem to happen automatically, as it had before. I'm a looper Open the coupe up, Stupid, Who did you think I is This is the business Go listen to Skrillex And KILL YOURSELF Huh? JUST KILL YOURSELF. Ah, okay—but not because you said so. Listen, I'm finna spit this quick while you spin it Spit in it: clitoris I'm different bitch After this dinner I'm still in the kitchen With dishes, bitch Till it glistens While I listen To excision (I'm just kidding) Dammit, this is a lot of Skrillex What exactly did you say about Dillon Francis not being in the Illuminati First of all, the Illuminati isn't real. SUPACREE How did you get famous? SUNNÍ BLŪ I'm in the Illuminati. You? SUPACREE I AM the Illuminati. SUNNÍ BLŪ NIce. [Cheers] Hey. Hey. Anybody seen Gerald? … … … Zzz. Damn. Nodding off On the clock I'm on the floor, And yo this shit is toxic Turn the knob a bit; My foot starting to throb again I'm looking hot like Somebody's mom again Damn. I'm getting off On the wrong kind of drama This isn't long at all But it's all wrong, ya'll I dont belong here Lost My Mind, Alison Wonderland OHH THIS SHIT BE HITTING DIFFERENT It did hit different. Someone either vomited or spilled the rest of their drink on me, which took me out of my moment: the music was telling a story, at least to me—and I didn't feel like feeling right then, but it was all I could do ñ. I was surprised that I was still standing at all, Ugh. I don't understand my feelings. This was deeper than it seemed, bigger than it — Ugh. What do you want from me? All I've got is applause, and a cough drop It's just another night at the office I'm somebody's mom In a long lost thought; All zeros on the clock In a tick tock, or two, when you're off And you're long gone, I'll still be wandering Stuck at the mall Till the bus comes —trying to write myself out the box I'm a lost soul I'm a club kid I'm a lost cause But i'll stay till the end, Cause last time I walked off And my thoughts wandered back to the dance floor All that I wanted is A penny for gods thoughts And now she keeps dropping them —and more often then not, She's dropping the knowledge That I'm in the wrong, For just wanting you: But what can I do; I just want to be like you, and less of a primate Something saw right through me, and I felt invisible—now a doughnut sounded good, and I hoped that they would have vegan this early in the morning. There was about a half hour left of the set, and I was tired; I would stay until the end of the set, for some reason—-but now — Oh shit. Remember that one time/— Which TIME One time, I lost my mind and drove off of a bridge. That did happen. That did happen. I had at one point been unwell, and so— ugh, that's it Some smelly kid squeezed his way in between me and the next person over,,probably on molly or something—meanwhile the young white supremacists club of America was codeswitching up a storm, me pretending not to notice, but— he was dancing a little too hard, hitting me a little too much—and clearly not giving any kind of fuck: it wouldn't be my first panic attack on the dance floor, but it probably would be my last; it was the same story over and over again— only the next generation had even less of a Fuxk than I ever did. I left the dance floor and opted to stand behind VIP — DID ANYONE EVER FIND SKRILLEX? Wrf. He died. WHAT. No seriously, I watched him die. Okay. Then what? Then he got up. That's a twist. Now I can't sleep. That sounds traumatic. It was traumatic. How long's it been? I HAVE NOT SLEPT IN ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND YEARS. Great, the vampires are here, too. Good. I've been craving Vegan blood. Ihj. What. It's better for you. God dammit, Dillon Francis Why does this always happen? I can't remember half of what I did Before I napped, and landed back in this dimension Now, I'll give you my attention for a minute— But I'm worried about Skrillex Didnt I mention i needed permission (Or just a perscription) To get this ignition I didn't even want to come to this I hate this club It's filled will memories You won't remember me For half another century Cause I can't finish writing I'm too busy riding The bus To work And crying all the time Cause therapy doesn't And I used to love this stuff, but UHH 1–2–3 : BUN UP THE DANCE This is a lot of Skrillex. Is he okay? Is Dillon Francis Okay!? They're both okay. They're both millionaires. They'll be fine. huayayay!!!!. Fuck this. Fuck this. Alright, I'm leaving. Are we eating? If it's vegan. Ah man. What just happened? I'm definitely in the Illuminati. I have a tendency To pretend that You're friends with me Speeded I get it's a Fantasy But I had to see you In the flesh I digress I picture you're just as Obsessed with me Guess I'd regret to suggest that You should have Sex with me Directly but it's nestled in my head In the red Would you get into bed with me After everything I said Or I wrote, and you read Or am I just Better off dead Youre so far ahead, And I get that it's Just a test At best but I've yet to digest Breakfast Caught in a web of Heaven or or empathy Trying to empty my envy For whoever's holding your hand Instead of me Please, Forgive me— But, If you're reading this, It's too late; All triple sixes and Tipping the sinners With witless intentions Wet at the back of the ears But I've known you for years And I said I'd be here; I remembered the dress {Enter The Multiverse}

In the Arsenal match preview we learn a lot about Shakes and Buck. Eleven predictions and match score predictions and general standard banter from the boys. We're back. COYS

The Pleasure Zone with Milica Jelenic - Diamond Host I found a lot in my life that I am not attracted to what people commonly consider "sexy". About 10 years ago I found the word 'sapiosexual' and was like, 'wow, that fits me'. I played with many different terms and identities for a long time and still do, but for today I identify as sapiosexual. Do you identify as sapiosexual or wonder if you might be? Join Milica Jelenic on this episode of The Pleasure Zone to find out "What Is Being Sapiosexual About?" Sexy Coupons: https://www.milicajelenic.com/online-store/Sexy-Times-Coupons-p291754882 “Pleasure Do's, Don'ts & Maybe's, List.” https://mailchi.mp/4fbc5b0c3587/dos-donts-maybe-list *Listen now on the Inspired Choices Network app!  https://www.inspiredchoicesnetwork.com/links/ ~ More About The Pleasure Zone ~ Milica Jelenic is a Sex & Intimacy Coach. What is pleasure? Have you ever noticed that what is pleasing to one body is not necessarily pleasing to all bodies? What if our bodies like to be pleasing and to gift pleasure to others and to receive pleasure? In this show we will explore the world of pleasure. If your body was sensing pleasure more often would your life have more ease? We start out with magical little bodies that turn on everybody. Babies are always having people come up to them and compliment them on their beauty and get really excited to be in their presence. What would the world be like if we stopped judging ourselves, our bodies and others? How much more fun, joy and pleasure is possible on this planet if we choose to be explorers? Whose ready for an adventure??? Milica Jelenic is an advocate for pleasure. In her private practice she invites clients to create life and lifestyle that offers more pleasure and vitality. Milica's intuitive ability to sense where change is possible and to question what is stuck in the target area creates a very dynamic session that promotes choice, possibility and change. Milica has impacted the lives and health of individuals both in Canada and abroad with her humor, kindness, gentleness, potency and intensity. Milica's approach is playful, fun and direct. Milica is willing to be whatever energy and space is required for the change you desire.   If you are interested in receiving Milica' monthly newsletter about events, classes and information on booking private sessions send and e-mail through her website.  www.milicajelenic.com/ To get more of The Pleasure Zone with Milica Jelenic, be sure to visit the podcast page for replays of all her shows here: https://www.inspiredchoicesnetwork.com/podcast/the-pleasure-zone-milica-jelenic/

Who identifies as sapiosexual? Are you using that term wrong? What does sapiosexual even mean? How do know if you are truly sapiosexual, what to do to enhance this, and what if your love interest identifies as sapiosexual? As always, a deep look with invitations for you, as a curious sex love and relationship is wont to do! in. love, gina Book a Free Coaching Experience with Gina for Clarity and a Plan  

La psicología de las tentaciones, es el último libro de la psicóloga Claudia Nicolasa. En este episodio Claudia nos explica por qué ocurren las infidelidades, tratando la psicología del ser humano desde el punto de vista de las relaciones sexoafectivas y la visión evolucionista. ¿Por qué ocurren las relaciones? ¿Quienes son más infieles? ¿Qué es ser Sapiosexual? ¿Es normal tener celos? En este programa Claudia nos responderá a estas y otras preguntas, dando luz a temas las rupturas en las relaciones. https://claudianicolasa.com/ https://www.instagram.com/claudianicolasa/

Ep #42 "Sapiosexual" *DISCLAIMER I AM NOT A THERAPIST* People don't want the real anymore. They only want to hear what what will make them feel good inside. That's what's wrong with the world today it's sad honestly .... Listen to this episode all the way through it's really good! - Podcast Instagram @theniceforwhatpodcast - My Instagram: @therealdanyellej_ - My Twitter: @therealdanyelle **DISCLAIMER I AM NOT A THERAPIST** --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/danyelle-berry/support

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Do you find intelligence sexy? The difference in intelligence levels can sometimes tip the balance when it comes to meeting the right person and being in a relationship. Fashion designer and trend setter, Chris Parker, joins the show to discuss his day to day life as well as his sexual preference.  Listen as he talks about being a Sapiosexual and what that means to him with Christopher and Jamie.  

This week's Word on the Street we are kicking off the show with some black excellence. 13 year old Alena Wicker has graduated with 2 undergraduate degrees and has been accepted into medical school. You Go Girl! Next, we have some mischief happening. This woman decided she wanted to go steal someone's newborn child from the hospital

What's happening in the LGBTQ+ community? Who are these clowns trying to take us down??

Dear Queer Diary, There may be some disagreement from you about my stance on this. DQD believes in the inclusion of many identities, but not exclusionary ones such as "sapiosexual". -------- Reach out to dearqueerdiary@gmail.com! Thank you to Bean Cup (soundcloud.com/bean_cup) for the Dear Queer Diary theme music. Teepublic: http://tee.pub/lic/dear-queer-diary

Tom was speaking from the void for like the first 8 minutes of this.  After that he ascends to the realm of earth we know today and the audio sounds better. We got to know each other better in this one.   https://linktr.ee/chapofym for our other crud