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“I am a horrible little goblin like that, and it's just what happens. So I have to trick myself and the ways that I trick myself are to really let myself see what I want to create.” - LA BourgeoisAbout this episodeIn this How To Write the Future podcast episode, host Beth Barany, talks to Kaizen Muse Certified Creativity Coach, end of life doula, and author LA Bourgeois where they define the meaning behind a creativity coach, and LA discusses strategies for establishing writing habits, emphasizing the importance of starting with tiny, manageable steps to overcome resistance.About LA BourgeoisLA Bourgeois is a Kaizen-Muse certified creativity coach, end-of-life doula, and author. Her readers delight in her Diary of a Lesbian Housewyfe and find inspiration & book reviews at The Thriving Creative.FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/housewyfe/FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/la.bourgeois/INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/lahousewyfe/LINKEDIN: https://www.linkedin.com/in/la-bourgeois-16b7542b/YOUTUBE: https://www.youtube.com/@LAHousewyfeSubscribe to the Thriving Creative and get my quick tips on Tricking Yourself into a Creative Habit!https://labourgeois.substack.com/ABOUT BETH BARANYBeth Barany, an award-winning fantasy and science fiction novelist, teaches novelists how to write, edit, and publish their books as a coach, teacher, consultant, and developmental editor.RESOURCESFOR CREATIVE WRITING PROFESSIONALS - BUILD YOUR BUSINESS SERVING WRITERSSign up to be notified when our training opens and get a short Creative Business Style Quiz to help you create success.https://bethbarany.com/apprenticeship/Support our work for creatives!Buy me a coffee: https://ko-fi.com/bethbaranyGET HELP WITH YOUR WORLD BUILDING - START HEREFree World Building Workbook for Fiction Writers: https://writersfunzone.com/blog/world-building-resources/GET SOME FREE WRITING COACHING LIVE ON THE PODCASTSign up for the 30-minute Story Success Clinic with Beth Barany: https://writersfunzone.com/blog/story-success-clinic/SHOW PRODUCTION BY Beth BaranySHOW CO-PRODUCTION + NOTES by Kerry-Ann McDadeEDITORIAL SUPPORT by Iman Llompartc. 2025 BETH BARANYhttps://bethbarany.com/Questions? Comments? Send us a text!--CONNECTContact Beth: https://writersfunzone.com/blog/podcast/#tve-jump-185b4422580Email: beth@bethbarany.comLinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/bethbarany/CREDITSEDITED WITH DESCRIPT: https://get.descript.com/0clwwvlf6e3jMUSIC: Uppbeat.ioDISTRIBUTED BY BUZZSPROUT: https://www.buzzsprout.com/?referrer_id=1994465

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 7 Zane s Kappa Sigma Cock Legend In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Domestication may be our second greatest accomplishment, exceeded only by Fire       Rhaine had clearly heard something and was trying to make up her mind if she could both check it out and keep me contained when I decided to change her train of thought. I gave an exaggerated sigh, took off my towel, threw it over my shoulder, and headed to my room. "Put, put, put, put that towel, back on," Rhaine stammered. "Why? There are not supposed to be any girls out on the fifth floor at this hour. It is all mine, according to the Chancellor herself," I said over my shoulder. "Now, are you coming along or do I get to shut my door in your face?" "We don't care," Rhaine tried to recover the momentum, "we have a key." "I don't believe you," I accused her as I stopped and kept looking over my shoulder. Barbie Lynn must be right, I have a really fine ass, because that was what they were all staring at. "Well, I have one," she taunted me as she brandished it in my face, from ten feet away. I just had to beam a smile her way. Her key was silver; mine, which hung around my neck on a light chain, was bronze, as were all five of the original keys. Someone was giving out copies of my room key; what a bunch of fuck-nuts. I turned and walked right up to her, which entailed backing her into a wall since she was trying to backpedal away, her eyes torn between my fiery gaze and awakening erection. The other two made to grab me but were flummoxed by my lack of clothing. I took the opportunity to press myself into Rhaine, who was giving me the deer-in-the-headlights look, ran a hand along her jaw and curled a lock of hair. I tickled her cheek with that lock, causing Rhaine to blush and her eyes to flutter. "Thanks, Rhaine. You are helping me out more than you know. If there is anything, I mean anything, I can do for you, let me know," I softly growled with a wolfish hunger to her, but still loud enough for her companions to hear. I stepped back and strutted away again, my semi-rigid rod swaggering back and forth. "Let's go to my room," I laughed. "Weren't we supposed to hurt him if he tried anything like that?" one girl whispered. "But he was naked," responded Mercy quietly. "What would happen if, you know, we touched, IT?" "We are not going to your room with you," Rhaine shouted at me. "Fine, suit yourself, because it isn't like I'm going to avail myself of any of the three fire escapes that lead off the roof," I chortled. "Also, touching IT can lead to blindness and sterility in the elderly under twelve and children over 65," I purposely attempted to confuse them. Children over 65, sometimes I need to show the whole world that I'm not getting enough sleep. Double Dating I was still laughing at my screw-up as the door swung shut. At the last second I failed to hear the 'clunk' of the latch hitting home, though I was already to my bed, when I heard the first hesitant footfalls on steps. I was well into my morning meditative trance, lotus style, when Rhaine crested the stairs. My eyes were shut but I could tell by her sharp intake of breath where she was and what she was staring at. "Put on some clothes!" she barked. I remained blind and silent. "I said 'put on some clothes'," she repeated. I hardly had more reason to do so now than I had a second ago. "Put on your clothes," she now sounded petulant; no response. We remained silent for almost a minute, I normally remain still for ten minutes, when she said the magic word. "Would you please put some clothes on?" "Please?" I responded, cracking open one eye. "Come over right now and give me a kiss; then I'll get dressed. Otherwise, you have to wait nine more minutes while I remain in prayer." "Prayer?" whispered Mercy; strangely, I prayed to the Christian God when I meditated, drawing upon Psalms and the Songs of Solomon mostly. "I will not kiss you; you sex, sex, sex fiend!" Rhaine shouted with disgust. I closed my eye and went back into my own little dream demi-plain. "Get dressed," she insisted once more. I could keep this up for another eight and a half minutes. Finally, in frustration, she stalked up to the side of my bed, the other two in tow. "If we need to, I'll escort you straight to the gymnastics facility where Coach Gorman can administer another lesson in humility." Since I hardly felt humiliated by our last encounter, I felt no necessity to slip out of my Center. My carpets were thin cast-offs from an earlier college epoch so they hardly aided any stealth attempt. Rhaine walked up to me, weighed her options, then pushed me lightly. "Get dressed, Zane," she said, neither convincingly angry nor commanding. That didn't work so she repeated the phrase and pushed harder. The third attempt used more strength but got the same results. Rhaine decided that her problem was in the application of force, not her message, so to increase her push, she placed a knee on the bed and pushed harder. "Get dressed, she squealed as I fell over, grabbing her wrist and pulling her with me. I leapt on top of her even as she rolled from her stomach to her back. Rhaine's eyes were wide as I dove in for a kiss. Her lips were locked shut so nothing more happened. She was still struggling for words when Mercy and the other girl grabbed my arms and yanked me up and back. "Get off of me," Rhaine shouted, a little too late to be effective or believable. Experienced leg-breakers usually keep their victim's arms up or to the side; they never stick them between their thighs. As it was, I was being pulled back on my knees, pinning Rhaine's shins to the bed and my hands merely inches away from their pussies. Was it Christmas already? So much of life is about leverage of one kind or another and in this case, the leverage was all in my captor's favor, so I needed to change things up. "Let go of me!" I shouted, struggled, and slipped my hands higher up their thighs. I'm not going to win an Oscar but I did make Rhaine smile at my feigned discomfort, to the point she propped herself up and grinned wickedly at me. "Now you are going to do what I say," she gloated. "Oh, I don't think so," I grinned right back. I rolled my arms in my shoulder joints and launched my upper body toward Rhaine. For those fans of physics, when the shoulder goes down and they've made the elbow a pivot point, then the lower arm goes up, science is my friend. I rolled my fore- and middle finger into one stiff rod and prodded Mercy's and her partner's perineum. They yelped and pulled back, drawing my fingers onto their slits and along them until I flicked their slumbering clits. Their faces flushed crimson as they stumbled back and released my arms. This allowed me to descend on Rhaine unimpeded. Her mouth open in a surprised 'O', our lips met and then our tongues touched inside her mouth. I was quick enough to wrap my arms around her before her back hit the bed. "Umm" she protested inside our oral embrace. "Umm" she mumbled, before, "Umm, she ended up moaning. I was a bit curious why Mercy and the as-of-yet named accomplice weren't all over this, breaking us apart, when I felt Rhaine's legs move from beneath me, to up my sides until they crossed over my ass and locked me in. "Is that, your, I'm not sure what to call it, cock?" she whispered between kisses. How she had become oblivious of her cohorts was beyond me. "I prefer the term cock," I responded with great gentleness but with a hungry stare, "but if cock works for you," I added with a slow, steady, downward pressure with my hips upon hers. Rhaine groaned from deep within, her head lolled back, and her eyes became somewhat unfocussed. "Oh, yes," she mouthed, barely audible. "Rhaine?" Mercy inquired. "Get, get off of Rhaine," the third girl said weakly. "Please?" Since she said please, I obliged. I flipped us over so that Rhaine was on top. I'm not sure how happy the girl was because Rhaine showed no haste in dismounting me, though we did stop kissing once more. "Would you, would you please get dressed now," Rhaine panted. I would have been more impressed, and able, if Rhaine hadn't been humping me at the moment. Clearly, my cock had wedged itself right against her panty-covered love box, her lips divided and her clit rubbing along my shaft. "You really are quite beautiful," I complimented her, as I brushed some loose hairs out of her eyes. Her face softened and she gave me her first compassionate smile. She also ground down on me harder, biting her lip as she did so. The two companions decided something, technically, it could be called a rescue mission, but I never really figured out who was being rescued as they grabbed my arms that encompassed Rhaine. The unnamed girl grabbed my unresisting hand and pulled it to her chest and kept it pinned tightly there. Mercy made even less pretense of actually helping out. She grabbed my other hand and put it in her lap. This would have been minutely more believable if her skirt hadn't 'accidentally' ridden up her thighs so that when I curled in my fingers, my hand slipped between her thighs. Any guess as to what happened when I flexed them again? As best as I could tell (I was still dealing with a face full of Rhaine), she had raised her closest thigh to block her friends from seeing what she was doing and was thrusting my hand into her crotch like it was some sort of fleshy dildo, with the 'finger-tickler' function. Heavy breathing, five seconds grinding my hand in deep, fifteen seconds figuring out that I was working my fingers underneath the elastic bands of her panties, twenty-two seconds. After that, she spread her thighs open slowly and as wide as she hoped she could get away with without being caught. She remained absolutely still as I slipped two fingers underneath her virginal armor and into her cream-covered labia while rubbing my thumb against her clit from the outside. Back to Rhaine: "I hope, ugh, ugh, you have learned, ugh, ugh, ugh, oh, God, your lesson, ugh, ugh, and we won't, Oh, have to force ourselves on, oh, yeah, ugh, ugh, you again." By this time, Rhaine had soaked her panties so thoroughly that she was making squishing noises as she rode me. "If you give me one more kiss," I grinned at her, "I'll do what you want and get dressed." I've rarely seen someone so arrogant and conceited so utterly baffled about what they should do. Obviously, if she kissed me and I stood up, we would stop having 'safe sex,' but she was truly, in her heart, trying to enforce her will on me too. "Fine," I saved her, "if you kiss me until I surrender to you, I'll go quietly and do what you say all day long." At no time was it ever discussed between us what it would take to make me surrender; she never gave me the chance. She grabbed my head with both hands and proceeded to suck the air out of my lungs and use her tongue to wrestle my tongue into submission. No-Name Girl wasn't humping me like a kitten on speed or pretending I was blind and her cunny was Braille, imparting knowledge by touch; she was playing the nervous virgin. I gave the slightest nudge toward her left breast, she stopped me. I repeated the motion and she stopped me again. On the third try, she controlled my gradual migration over her breast and centered my fingertips over her nipple. Mind you, I still had a face full of Rhaine so I couldn't see what I was doing, but I've had sex on moonless nights and I've even had sex blindfolded once (we both were and it was really fun), so I had some experience at sexual navigation by touch alone. I didn't grab, grope, or shake her orb around; I palmed the breast and slowly contracted the hand up, letting the fingers and thumb bring the areolas and nipple into a tantalizing squeeze, then re-extend hand and repeat. Her nipple was pretty average but it soon made an appearance, so on the seventh stroke, I migrated my hand toward the middle of her chest. She groaned in disappointment until I tapped on two of her buttons rapidly before going back to the breast. She understood right off the bat and that shirt got unbuttoned in three seconds flat. Another squeeze and I rolled like a gentle breeze back to the sternum, under the shirt, and to her surprise, under the bra, and started tweaking the nipple and letting her breast roll in my palm. You know, it would be easier to tell my friends from my enemies if they weren't both trying to fuck me to death. I guess all my girl-'friends' do it out of love; my enemies are trying to bring me closer to God, as long as I get there from outside the campus grounds. There are a million worse ways to die and I shouldn't complain; the most important point is that I do have friends after all. Making the Most of Punishment I had barely gotten Nameless to suck two of my fingers and my thumb to slippery goodness and returned them to working her nipple when I heard someone not on the bed speak. "Do you think we have enough footage now, Iona?" Rio purred in a lethally seductive voice. "In the words of the immortal Rio Talon," Iona recited, "these bitches are toast." Dedicated readers will recall how I once claimed that I didn't live in the real world; I lived in Crazy Town. I still do. Rhaine rolled off me, into Nameless, and they clutched each other to avoid tumbling off my bed. (I have a newer, far bigger bed on order for the very reason that I'm tired of lovely ladies nearly taking headers off my favorite sexual encounter spot.) Rhaine was bosom to bosom with a girl whose shirt was wide open with one boob pulled out of her bra. My hand was yanked free in the exchange so I rapidly pushed myself into a semi-reclined position. Why was I not getting all the way up, you ask? Reference: Crazy Town - Mercy decided that being secretly included in a sex video was a huge turn-on. She started riding my two fingers like they were a mini-cock and she was going off like gangbusters. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, ahah." Mercy's whimpers kept rising in volume. "Oh, here it comes," was Barbie Lynn's assessment, based on deep personal experience with me. "Ah," Mercy continued with even more vigor. "Don't you worry, Barbie Lynn," Rio patted her on the shoulder, "she's not nearly as loud as you are." "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," Mercy's whimpers became hiccups as I redoubled my efforts on her clitoris. "She's no Leigh either," Opal pointed out. "Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai, ai," Mercy began yelping louder still. "What is he doing to her?" Brandi gasped in wonderment. "Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba," Mercy's diaphragm began building up a terrible tension deep inside. "Ask him to show that to you in the shower tomorrow," Opal sighed, reliving her own tactile experiences under my care. "I'm not fixated on his cock; if I can't have it, I'll settle for his hands and mouth on me whenever I can get it." "Mother Fucker!" Mercy's head rolled back and she howled at the ceiling, killing all conversation in an instant. Silence hung over the room. Mercy started to fall forward but I caught her and let her drop onto my chest. I held her close until I felt her breathing start to come under control. She pushed up enough to look at me with eyes brimming with tears. "I'm ruined," she told me in a tired, raspy voice, then put her face into my shoulder and began wailing uncontrollably. I stroked her back and hair with my free hand. My other hand was covered in Mercy's fluids, and while some chicks might get off on being covered in their love juice, I doubted Mercy was into that kink; and besides, she was in her school uniform. "You are fine," I cooed. "No one is showing that video to anyone so you are safe. You are one of us and we'll protect you." That last bit was pulled 'outta my ass' so to speak. Every one of my friends up here had their own idea what our relationship was about and I could hardly speak for any one of them, much less all of us. "Speak for yourself, Num-nuts; I'm going to sink these skanks," Rio growled. "Rio, please," I requested in a calm and tender voice. She glared back with ill-concealed rage. "Do you have any idea what these bitches have been doing to me and the other freshmen?" Rio spat back. "Only the vaguest. And I am not saying they shouldn't make amends but there are two things we should consider," I began. It is a testament to how close Rio and I had grown that she permitted me to continue talking uninterrupted. "If we turn them in, we are precisely the type of people they think we are, immoral degenerates. This is supposed to be fun and liberating; if we start breaking people because they cut loose, actually express themselves and have fun, we become what they are and what we despise. I'll leave first," I told her. "Also, as strange as it sounds, probably more to you and me than anyone else on campus, we are Christians," I continued. Rio scoffed and clearly thought I'd lost my mind, or sold out. "You don't bend, Rio. You know right and wrong, and while you often choose wrong, you don't make excuses about it, and I've never had a better friend because I know you mean what you say and say what you mean, no matter how cutting," I explained. "You have clearly lived a socially deprived life, Rio taunted me, but her words cracked under her emotional turmoil ", if I'm what you consider to be a good friend, you stupid bitch moron cocksucker." "Let's put it to a vote," Iona volunteered the notion. "I think that's a good idea," Barbie Lynn stated, with Brandi and Opal agreeing. "Fine, whatever," grumbled Rio. "Okay. We are voting on whether or not we use the video as leverage against Rhaine, Mercy and, I looked to the nameless girl. "Joy," she provided. "Joy Jefferson." "Okay, and Joy Jefferson," I finished. "I vote 'no'." "I vote 'No'," Barbie Lynn went first, but Iona was right behind her with the same vote. "I'm actually with Rio on this one," Brandi said. "They are trying to get rid of Zane. I vote 'Yes'." "I vote 'Yes' as well," Opal agreed. "They shouldn't even be in our dorm or in Zane's room." The most surprised person in the room was now Rio. She clearly expected all the girls who had 'fallen under my spell' to do what I said, leaving her to be in the too familiar spot of being the Odd Woman Out. "I vote 'Yes' for both those reasons," she beamed hate at Rhaine, "plus I am Evil and I want your parents' heads to explode when they see you humping a guy in his dorm room while your lesbian buddies hold him down." "It is a tie," Iona pointed out. "What do we do now?" "It isn't a tie," I countered. "Not every FFU student has voted." "Oh, fuck no," Rio snapped. "They don't get a vote. I'll run and get Cappy and she'll sink their asses." "Okay," I told her. "I'm sure you can relate to having your fate boned by forces beyond your control. You go out and get as many people as you think are necessary to get them expelled and possibly tossed out by their parents. Take your time; there is nowhere they can run." Rio got halfway down the stairs before she came storming back up in a fury that would make a tornado proud. "Move, Bitch," she screamed at Mercy. I pushed Mercy out of the way because I knew what was coming while she had no clue. I scooted to the edge of the bed closest to where Rio was charging. Slap! Oh, fuck, that hurt. "You motherfucking, cock-smoking, son of a bitch," she seethed. Slap! resounded from my other cheek. I caught a glimpse of Iona coming to my aid but she was corralled by Barbie Lynn in time. Opal looked concerned and Brandi was totally stunned. "Don't you ever talk to me like that," she screamed, Slap! "I am not the Better Person. People fuck with me and I make them burn! Do you hear me?" "I understand," I responded with quiet, sincere intensity. Rio hauled off to hit me again and stopped. "Give them to me, Zane. Don't fight me on this. You'll be sorry," she threatened. "I'm doing this because I am your friend, Rio. From 6:00 a.m. on Day One, it has been you and me, and in four years when we earn our release, it will still be you and me," I related. "I don't fucking need you or your fucking pity, Shit For Brains," she growled. "Did it ever occur to you that I'm doing this for me, not you?" I explained. "Look around you right now; mostly really special people but none of them have lost their family and been sent off to live in exile." "My family is not dead, Zane," she replied, her anger misting away like fog before the Sun. "They may live and breathe but you lost them some time ago just the same," I prodded her. Rio said nothing for the longest time, then a lone tear escaped down her cheek. "Sorry, Bro," she stroked my tenderized cheek. "I'm seriously awake now, if that's any consolation," I smirked. "Smart ass," she chuckled back. "Are they okay now?" I overheard Brandi asking the other three girls on my side. "Oh, they are fine, Brandi," drawled Barbie Lynn. "They are like feuding twin brother and sister, somewhat incestuous, mind you, but they are about as close to kin, without being kin, as anyone I've ever seen, save Christina and Heaven." "Rio?" I requested once more. "Fine, the dumb bunnies can vote," she snarled, "but I am praying to God they screw it up anyway." "How do you ladies vote?" I looked to Rhaine but addressed them all. "Um, 'No'," Rhaine said quietly. When no one said anything, Joy rapidly agreed. That left everyone looking at Mercy not that her vote mattered to the final outcome; Rhaine and company were safe by at least one vote no matter what. "I," sniff, "okay, yes," gak, "I mean No!" she corrected, then added, "thank you." "The Noes have it; the video will be archived, not to be seen again until my funeral, which might convince Rhaine to let me live in peace," I teased. The three seniors sighed with relief. "Now for the punishment," Barbie Lynn pronounced. "What?" Rhaine blanched. "I thought we covered that. Are you going back on your word?" "No," Barbie Lynn smiled. "The video is out of bounds but there is still the matter of this being my dorm and me finding you in one of my student's rooms sexually molesting him. Re-read the Handbook if you doubt me or my authority, Rhaine." "We were told to be here by Dean Gorman," Rhaine countered. "Coach Gorman told you to go into Zane's room, sit on his lovely piece of male reproductive perfection, and ride it like you were in the Pony Express?" Barbie smirked. Rhaine, Joy, and Mercy realized that they had no plausible defense and too many witnesses. "What about you all being here?" Rhaine reposed desperately. "We heard his cries for help," Rio beamed. "I think Zane's cries went something like, 'Help, help, I'm trying to remain pure but these scantily clad babes are tearing off their clothes and partaking of my muscular, well-toned man-flesh'." "But that's a lie," Rhaine wailed. "Rhaine, we just salvaged your college career, if not your entire life, and you are worried about Rio's colorful recreation of events?" I inquired. "What is the punishment?" I looked to Barbie. "Spanking," she declared. "Three swats from each of us should do it - barehanded." Rhaine, Joy, and Mercy looked unhappy but not horrified. They looked decidedly less happy when Rio perked up. Morphing Intentions "Iona goes first," Rio said gleefully. "And it has to be on the bare, naked bottom, no panties; three spanks from each of us on each of you, no more than three minutes between the first and last." "No way," Rhaine snapped. She moved to the edge of the bed and stood up. "Fine. Let's go to Gorman's office right now," Barbie Lynn declared. "Zane, you come along as soon as you get dressed. "I'll do it," Mercy sniffled. "I'll take my spanking." "Me too," Joy joined in. Rhaine looked around for some lifeline but there was none. "Very well; let's get this over with," Rhaine conceded. The three girls took off their panties, which probably needed replacing anyway, turned around, bent over, and put their hands on the bed. "No, no, no," Rio denounced their efforts. "All three of you, on the bed, hands and knees with your knees at the edge." When Rhaine looked ready to object, "You agreed to this, Ladies. It is this or else!" The Condemned looked at one another, then slowly obeyed, but Rio wasn't satisfied. She pushed their tushes around and forced them to spread their legs farther apart and generally harangued them until she was happy with the arrangements. It didn't take a 'Doctor Ruth' to figure out what Rio was really doing but the three victims, plus Brandi and Iona, had no idea what they were in store for. "Iona, you first; give them something to remember you by. I'm next, followed by Barbie Lynn, Brandi, Opal, and Zane bats clean-up," (snicker) Rio directed. Barbie Lynn walked down the line, lifting up each skirt onto their back while I scrambled off to get dressed. (Okay, I walked six feet to my wardrobe and dresser.) Iona stood somewhat timidly behind Rhaine, took a deep breath, and, did a rather lukewarm smack. As soon as it fell Iona flinched, and she looked over to a glaring Rio. The next smack was hard enough to make Rhaine give a startled jump but not really cruel. The third, on the other cheek, was about as forceful. Iona stepped down the line and administered her share of the punishment. When she shuffled over to Rio, she looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Rio. I'm not sure about all of this. I don't want to hurt them," she explained. "It's cool," Rio soothed her. "You did exactly what I wanted you to do. Now," and whispering followed. Iona shrugged, raided my towel shelf, and headed downstairs quickly. Now it was Rio's turn. She walked up behind Rhaine, knelt between her legs, pressing them apart. "What the, Rhaine began. "Shut up and take it!" Rio growled with such menace that Rhaine turned forward and lowered her head in shame. When Rio placed a hand against Rhaine's rump, it wasn't in anger, though, but to rub it softly. "Very soft," Rio purred sensually. "Did Iona hurt you?" "Ah, not too bad," Rhaine stammered, confused by Rio's sudden affection. "I see a handprint," Rio told her. She was seeing something the rest of us were missing was all I could think. She leaned in and kissed that invisible mark, which caused more of a reaction than any of Iona's slaps. "Hey, what are you doing?" Rhaine squawked. Slap! "Ow!" cried Rhaine. She tried to pull away but Rio grabbed her hips with two hands and pulled back. "You agreed to this," Rio threatened her. Rhaine shuddered but she stopped trying to escape. "Are you going to behave so we can get this over with or do we need to make up an excuse for why we missed breakfast?" "Fine, fine, let's get this over with," Rhaine said dejectedly. "Good girl," Rio cooed. She began massaging Rhaine's right ass cheek with one hand while holding tight with her left hand on Rhaine's left hip. Rio placed a kiss on the cleft between the thigh and ass; Rhaine gave a tiny gasp, twitched, and tried to incrementally pull away. Rio was having none of that. "Bad girl," she murmured, but there was no slap this time. Instead, she slithered between Rhaine and Joy and whispered into Rhaine's ear. "Would you please get on your elbows, Sweet Rhaine?" I'd have bet money that Rhaine would have shot off her mouth if not physically resisted, but Rio was Mistress of the Moment and Rhaine meekly complied. Rio was so dominant, she even kissed Rhaine's ear and nipped the earlobe before resuming her station at Rhaine's posterior. "Is this punishment?" Brandi whispered. "Just you wait and see, Brandi," was my reply. Rio reached out with her hands, separated her ass cheeks, and soaked in the view. Right when Rhaine started to look underneath herself, Rio pushed her face into her cunt and made a loud sucking sound. "Ah!" Rhaine gasped, startled yet aroused. "Umm," Rio slurped, as she rubbed her face deep into Rhaine's Love box. I recognized the tongue technique of darting deep into the cunt, alternating with a vigorous suction of the clitoris. Instead of trying to get away, Rhaine went from resting on her elbows down to her chest touching the bed, her arms crossed, and her head resting on them. Slap! "Ow!" Rhaine whined, "That hurt." Rio was too busy giving Rhaine's cunt a world class swirly so it fell to Barbie Lynn to explain. "That's why it is called punishment, Rhaine," she said, but Rhaine was already moaning in ecstasy. A thin sheen of sweat had just started covering Rhaine's exposed flesh when Iona returned with a wicker basket full of wet cloths. I was buttoning my shirt and enjoying the show when I caught Joy and Mercy studying Rhaine with some concern and exchanging worried glances with one another. Rio seriously worked over Rhaine's cunt for another minute, then launched one more stinging slap. This time Rhaine screamed into her arm instead of out loud and didn't protest. Rio stood up and kissed the small of Rhaine's back. "You have one hot cunt, Bitch. I look forward to tearing another piece of you off later," Rio told her, voice heavy with heated passion. "Iona, towel." Iona tossed her a towel; Rio caught it one handed and used it to wipe off her face. She smiled at Barbie as the blonde came up and knelt behind Rhaine. Barbie Lynn's first spank was hardly brutal but it did get Rhaine's attention. She then began kissing each cheek as her hands parted the Senior Class President's (presumptive) ass cheeks. Her attentions wandered between the twin sets of firm muscle, her tongue flicking along Rhaine's pink, puckered star. "Gak!" Rhaine gasped. She followed it up with a serious tremor throughout her body. Barbie Lynn glanced over to me, gave me a devilish grin, and flexed her eyebrows in sheer delight. Barbie returned to Rhaine's rump and set to work using her extensive skills on her cunt, parting her lips with the fingers of one hand, pinching her clit between the thumb and forefingers of the other hand, and licking along her entire slit with her tongue. Between Joy's thighs, Rio was putting on a performance that would make Jenna Jameson proud, maybe even envious. Apparently her teenage exploration of the Arizona nightlife had not been the waste of time her parents thought it was. I doubt it mattered to Joy, who was already pushing her ass against Rio's face. On this victim, instead of spanking, Rio was biting her ass hard enough to leave marks and make Joy squeal. Two minutes into this round, Rhaine lost it and squirted all over Barbie Lynn's face. This was apparently her first squirter because Barbie tried to back away from the eruption, which only guaranteed that it splashed all over her body from eyebrows to both bodacious breasts. "Rhaine," Barbie Lynn scolded her fellow senior, "you could have warned me." Rhaine didn't respond; her face nestled down on her arms and her whole body wracked with waves of orgasmic bliss and her lungs fighting for air - she was in no state to respond. As Barbie stripped off her shirt, I gave her a washcloth and one of my white shirts. I tossed Rio her second cloth of the morning and motioned Brandi forward. "She's, she's still having her orgasm," Brandi questioned. "That's why this is called punishment," I explained with a knowing smile. Brandi opened her mouth in surprise, followed by understanding, and then a race to get between Rhaine's legs and take her first lick of Rhaine's quivering quim. "Ah, ah, ah,  Barbie Lynn, I've, Rhaine finally articulated ", never done that before, I swear. I am sorry." That was all she could muster; right after that, her fists crumpled up the quilt on my bed and she bit down on the folds in an attempt to stifle the increasingly slutty moans Brandi was bringing forth. Barbie Lynn decided not to put on my shirt, maybe not comprehending that her lacy beige bra had been rendered virtually transparent by Rhaine's ejaculate. Besides myself, Opal was also fixated on the view of her pendulous orbs and gorgeous engorged nipples. The blonde took a different approach with Joy. She lifted up the girl's hips, elevated her to the point Barbie could lick her from pubic mound to ass and back again. I knew Barbie Lynn was strong, but I'd never exploited that quality in that manner. I made a note for experimentation tomorrow night. "No, no, no, no," Joy repeated in a desperate effort to fight off the sensations that were pulsating in an irresistible current surging up from the wellspring of her womanhood. "I can't do this," she sobbed. "Lord, please save me." I hurried around the bed and slid beside Joy's head. I took her by the chin and made eye contact. "Joy, if you really want this to stop, it will end right now," I promised her, though I was sure I was getting a dirty, if unseen, glare from Rio. "You gave your word but if you honestly believe you have been punished enough, take my hand and I'll escort you out of here." I offered my hand to her and she stared at it. "Get me out of here," she panted, tears trickling down her cheeks and gathering at her chin. "No, you get yourself out of here. Give up and agree to leave Mercy and Rhaine to take the punishment you agreed to." "Take my hand, abandon them, and I'll clean you up and escort you back to the fifth floor. That will be the end of it and nothing more will be said," I defined my terms. Barbie Lynn was still going to town on Joy's clit and the poor victim so desperately wanted to escape her nearly impossible battle with her own incendiary sexuality, which was no longer begging for release but tearing its prison down brick by brick. Joy almost reached my hand but fell short at the last moment. "God forgive me," she wept. He breathing began spiraling out of control. "Ugh, ugh, ugh, oh, please, stop, I beg, beg you." Divine intervention or not, Barbie Lynn's session ended and Joy was given breathing room. She even had a moment to look up at me and give a weak smile as if she had gained some small triumph. Her self-deception was made evident to her the moment Brandi exploded onto her scene. What the girl lacked in technique and experience, she more than compensated with raw, hungry enthusiasm. Joy's eyes grew as wide as limpid saucers, "Oh, No!" she wailed. Gurgling came next, and finally, "This can't be happening. God Forgive Me!" and what may have been her first sexual climax. She did grab my hands then and pulled them to her. Her face was slack, her mouth open and panting, and her eyes had this far-off look, so I lowered my lips to her face and licked her lips before settling my lips on hers and basically coaxing her tongue as it struggled to deal with several more waves of orgasm. I kept her kiss going with the occasional rest break so she could continue to breath. "Thank you," she whispered to me as she started to stabilize. "We FFU have to stick together," I both reminded her and boggled her shaken mind at the same time. Half an hour ago she had no doubt I didn't belong here and wasn't really FFU material, male and immoral. In her regard for me, I could see her blind acceptance of traditional FFU dogma weakening. "I've got to go now; it is almost my time to start punishing Rhaine," I softly informed Joy. Her hormone-trampled mind struggled to grasp that she was halfway through her torture. Brandi would finish soon, then it would be Opal, and then it would me, a male; me, face first at the gateway to her sacred womb. Her virginity would be spared from extinction by my will alone and I could tell that scared the hell out of her. She'd been chosen for her belief that Zane was a corrupter and that extraordinary measures were necessary to drive him out, no matter how sinful they may appear, and now she was face down and bare ass up, surrounded in his room by him and his friends. The most terrifying thing of all may well have been that we had made her feel more like a woman than she'd ever felt before. Where Rhaine had divorced her feelings and pleasure from her grasp of reality, and Joy was beating herself up every step of the way, Mercy had completely submerged herself in the transformation her body was going through. Mercy had already experienced one orgasm and come crashing down into doubt and self-loathing, only to be shown that her life wasn't over and no one thought the worst of her for actually enjoying sex. She didn't feel like a tramp or a slut; she felt alive and burning bright, so when Rio gave her that first hard spank, she'd moaned instead of crying out, and when the 'felon' gave her first few licks, Mercy reached under her body with one arm and started rubbing her slit in tandem with Rio's face dance. Even Rio's snicker didn't dampen her ardor, and when Rio took Mercy's hand and pushed two of Mercy's fingers deep in, Mercy thrust back with her hips so that her fingers touched her hymen. When Rio pulled Mercy's hand out of her twat, Mercy whimpered in need, but when she felt her fingers go into a different damp, warm orifice, she stopped, and when Rio's mouth started sucking the juices off of those fingers and twirling her tongue around each individual digit, Mercy couldn't help herself from wiggling her hips like a bitch in heat. With the fingers clean, Rio inserted them, along with two of her own fingers, back into Mercy's cunt, extremely stretching it out. Rio then came around the far side of Mercy, away from the others, and whispered into her ear. Later she related what was said: "You like that don't you?" Rio teased. Mercy nodded vigorously. "Come to Zane's room tonight and I'll fuck you all night long. You'll be my bitch. Do you understand that?" Another vigorous nod. "I've got to leave you soon to these other girls and Zane, but don't you forget you are mine now; my property, my mate. Don't make me hunt you down and put my brand on your ass, clear?" One final, excited nod. I live in Crazy Town. On par with that information was the fact that I had promised the night to Heaven and I had no clue how in the hell that was going to work out. My bed barely held three people, four was asking too much. If you made one of those people Heaven with her secret, the term 'impossible' came to mind. At the start of the line, Opal met Rhaine. She landed two very loud, wet smacks on Rhaine's behind, causing the senior to rock forward. Having gotten most of the 'cover story' (the spanking) out of the way, Opal rolled Rhaine onto her back with only the weakest of protests. She started a few gentle teases and kisses with her lips to Rhaine's cunt while Rhaine's legs dangled off the floor. Once she got Rhaine back into an erotic state, Opal began lifting Rhaine's thighs up and out until she'd pushed Rhaine's knees almost back to her breasts and feeding like a ravenous succubus on every inch of thigh, cunt, ass, and stomach. Opal hadn't been gentle with Brandi, but she'd been absolutely gentle, kind, and caring compared to the treatment Rhaine was getting. Rhaine held it in as long as possible but when she cut loose, she cut loose in a big way. Her fists pounded the bed repeatedly, her head swept back and forth, and her lower torso kept thrusting off the bed and into Opal's mouth, lips, and tongue. "Damn!" she screamed through clenched teeth as her body expended one last spasm. Opal succeeded in catching most of Rhaine's fluid eruption, rolled the heavily panting Rhaine to one side, and administered the proscribed last spank. "You're up, Zane," she winked with a smile, before cleaning her face and moving on to the nearly as devastated Joy. I settled between Rhaine's legs and began administering kisses. "Please, Zane," she begged, "it hurts. I'm so sore. Please just spank me." "Sorry, I can't do that," I told her sternly. Rhaine closed her eyes and muttered some kind of prayer, though she made no attempt to shield her body from me. I doubt she even knew I was lying beside her until my first kiss played upon her eyelids. "You are not going to, to me?" she inquired with a desperate hope. "No. I'm going to spank you so hard you can't sit for a week," I threatened, "unless I forget my three-minute time limit. I can't imagine what would possibly distract me, though." It took Rhaine's sexually fatigued mind a moment to catch on but when she did, she clasped her hands on either side of my face and kissed me with an inspired intensity. I let my fingers play along her breastbone and stroke her breasts through her shirt and bra. About a minute into this little game, I discovered Rio leaning over us, clearing her throat. "This monster made us jump out a second-story window," she stared intently. Fear crept back into Rhaine's eyes as she glanced from Rio to me. "I am biting her tongue, I promise," I grinned. "I'm not joking, Zane," Rio warned me. "Fine," I groaned. "Rhaine, roll toward me," I instructed, as I propped myself up, and she reluctantly rolled toward me. I put a hand on her hip, hiked up her skirt and rolled her farther to me until I got a good look at her rump. "Rio, take a look at this, please," I motioned to Rhaine's ass. Rhaine blushed and lowered her head. I doubt having her ass naked and on display on my bed was what she intended or even imagined possible when she got up this morning. I ran a hand along her spine to the cleft between her cheeks and squeezed the upper one tightly. "This is a thing of beauty," I told Rio, but clearly wanting Rhaine thinking about what was being said. Rio knew me too well to think I'd turn that ass cheek red so she took the other path. Rio reached out and stroked it too. "Okay, Zane; it is damn sexy," Rio acknowledged grudgingly. I took Rhaine's hand in my own and placed it on her side, just below the ribs, and led it in a wandering trip to her lower back, then to the cheek I'd displayed to Rio. "See, Rhaine, you have a fantastic ass. God knew what he was doing when he made you," I told her. "It is a pity we can't see you in shorts or a bikini from time to time." "That is sinful and leads men into the Sin of Lust," Rhaine said with absolute conviction. "This is the work of the Devil, not God." Rio ground her teeth but I grinned. "Did God create the male peacock?" I questioned, while I kept hold of Rhaine's hand and stroking her ass from tailbone to the dip into the bottom of her sopping wet cunt. "Yes," she cautiously replied, her breath coming faster and faster. "Yet we don't run around putting them in garbage bags because they are enticing to the eye," I reasoned. "You make it sound like it isn't a man's fault that he can't control his own impulses, even though he is supposed to lead his household." "God made you beautiful and he made me with will enough to look at you and respect any decision you make about your body," I hammered away. "I'm not going to say I don't want to have sex with you because that would be a lie, but the important thing to me is that you took a Purity Pledge and I have to respect that." Rhaine had nothing to say at that moment. I was clearly a randy bastard who preyed upon good Christian girls and tricked them into surrendering to my dark desires. "You are trying to trick me," she panted, while I leaned in and kissed her neck and ear. "Rhaine, I've been trying to avoid you since we first met. You are the one who cornered me in my dorm," I pointed out. "You came into my room when you knew I was either naked or getting dressed. You chose to crawl onto my bed when I was sitting down, meditating and clearly naked. I was hoping my blatant sexuality would make you leave me alone, not attack me." "Don't blame Rhaine," Rio joked to me. "Rhaine, Zane's like sex candy," she directed to Rhaine. "You won't be the first bunch of Christian bitches we've had to rescue Zane from. It is not his fault; it is ours. He's masculine, kind, and available. You know that he has been in three fights since coming here; right?" "Uh, uh, uh, yes," Rhaine panted. "It makes him dangerous, he's a man." "Really?" Rio chortled. "Two of those fights were to save me from you ladies, and he stopped fighting the moment I was safe. The third fight was caused because two of our girls were being set upon by those University guys and Zane put his body in the way, they hit him first." "I, is this true?" she said with a heavy breath. "Ask Mercy to tell you the truth, not what they've told her to say. Ask Cappadocia about that first fight and the fight off campus. You may not like Iona but she wouldn't lie to you and she knows how that second fight started," Rio sounded so reasonable. I slowly rolled over onto Rhaine while I kissed her neck and shoulders. "Ah, ew, yes," Rhaine cooed passionately. "Tricking me," she sighed but that didn't stop her from slowly moving her arms and legs around me. "Do you want to be on top?" I whispered to Rhaine. "I, uh," she stammered, then nodded. We rolled to the very foot of the bed and started a serious make-out session. I began rubbing down her mid- and lower back for a bit before moving to her ass cheeks and giving them a firm squeeze. "That doesn't hurt too much, does it?" I asked compassionately. "Umm, no, feels good," she managed to get out between kisses. "Okay," Rio smirked as she tapped Rhaine's shoulder. "Tap out; your time is up. Now get off my bitch (meaning me). He's got two more of you to go through before we can leave." "Huh? What?" Rhaine sounded confused, then, "it's over?" Her eyes betrayed how little she wanted this to stop right now. "Good," Rhaine sighed sadly. She began sliding down my body. When she saw that I was rising slower than she was receding, Rhaine waited until our lips met before continuing. We remained lip-locked until we stood up, my hands cupping her ass (now covered by her skirt once more) and her arms wrapped around my neck. "Have you learned your lesson?" I inquired when we finally came up for air. Rhaine looked at me for several seconds, unsure what to say. "Joy's waiting," Barbie Lynn reminded us both. Rhaine let her hands drop to her sides and stepped back. Barbie Lynn pressed something into her hands which turned out to be a fresh pair of panties. "I doubt you want to put on your old pair," Barbie Lynn pointed out, "and these are fresh out of the bag." "Thank you, Barbie Lynn," Rhaine said with embarrassment. "Here is a washcloth," Iona added as she handed one over. "You can go behind my wardrobe to change," I offered. The thought of any of the girls going behind a veil to avoid exposing themselves as they cleaned up and put on underwear might appear pointless, but after everything those three had gone through, handing them back a piece of their dignity was a kindness we could all afford. Rhaine disappeared from sight and I turned to Joy. Opal was still giving her a seriously hard time despite the time limit expiring and gave me a wink as she went to displace Brandi on Mercy. I put a knee on the bed and lifted Joy up. She squealed but didn't squirm and I carefully maneuvered her onto her feet. I held her tight while she reoriented. "Are you okay?" I voiced my concern. Joy gave a brief nod. "Are you ready for your last punishment?" Joy looked me in the eyes, then gave the tiniest acknowledgement. "Now stand on your tiptoes, put one hand around my neck, and use the other to hold up the back of your skirt while you press tightly against me." When she had done as I directed, I looked deep into her eyes. I spanked her cheeks, left-right-left, drawing forth a sharp breath, gritted teeth, and tears brimming in her eyes. I had not been gentle but sometimes a person needs punishment to forgive themselves for feeling good about something they've been told is wrong. That was the pop psychology I was running on at the moment. If I got it wrong, forgive me; I'm only eighteen. No sooner had Barbie Lynn and Iona supplied Joy with her parting gifts did Mercy howl. Her further outbursts were muted by her grabbing my much abused pillow and using it as a muzzle. Her body tensing and recoiling time and again was both frightening and erotic combined, and I was suddenly trying to remember if anyone close by knew CPR. Opal fell back on her ass and looked at the rest of us. "That was wild," she smiled, and licked her lips, "but I think I need to go change." I helped Opal stand and we exchanged a rich yet messy, sticky kiss. "Best intervention ever," Opal joked with me, then skipped off down the stairs. I turned to Mercy and plopped down beside her. A quick examination showed a sweaty, tired young lady with a sensual smile on her lips. "I think she's had enough, but" , I swatted her ass lightly three times and stood up. "Breakfast anyone?" Dorm Life, Heaven, and Mercy too. We were late heading out of the dorm so, under Rhaine's watchful control, the group jogged toward the dining hall. As we made the final approach, Rhaine grabbed my arm. Rhaine, Joy, Mercy and I slowed down while the rest headed in ahead of us. "What are we going to say?" Rhaine hissed in a panicky voice. "I was childish, blocked the door, and you caught me sneaking down a fire escape," I suggested. "You will get in trouble," Rhaine said with utter confusion. "I can take it better than you can," I related. "I don't understand. Why are you, all of you, doing this for us?" Joy asked. "Because," I snorted, "we are the good guys." They clearly thought I was a nut but going inside cut off the conversation. "Besides, I need to do something that's going to be rough on both of us." The Smartest Girl on Campus Looking back on things, that first Monday when it was only Rio and I realizing what I was became the only time I entered the Dining Hall or Assembly without being noticed. First I had been a novelty, now I was the freakish center of the storm. I sort of held my reactions in reverse; the hateful looks my enemies gave me made me laugh while the hopeful looks my allies gave me scared the hell out of me. I was dwelling on that quirk in my nature when I reached the spot my gang was sitting; we had our own location and the majority of the school had given it their blessing. Weird? Only the Class Presidents had their own preordained spots. Speaking of which, "Hey, Jungle Boy," Rio teased in such a dangerous way that I felt my balls crawl up into my body. "Iona nominated you for Freshman Class President." "Ha, ha, ha," I joked dryly, then looked to Iona. She couldn't meet my gaze. "Iona, why? Why didn't you at least ask me first?" "I knew you would say 'no'," she replied softly, then she looked up with more determination, "but I know you would be a great Class President." "Don't sweat it, Zane," Rio chuckled. "You need fifty signatures to be on the ballet." "He has seventy-two," Iona informed us. "Gak! How long have I been out there?" I gasped. "Nine minutes," Iona smirked bashfully. I looked around the room, humbled and disturbed. You have to remember that there weren't 250 freshmen and nearly one-third had decided that I should lead them; the faculty must be having kittens. I was thinking that over when a previous bit of theater came back to bite me in the ass. A girl I vaguely knew, Arielle, a fellow freshman, put her hand on my shoulder and waited. It took me a second to clue in but thankfully she and the others were patient. I put my hand on top of hers. "Thank you," I told her. She smiled and moved away, immediately replaced by another freshman. Over 80 freshmen followed and I could feel the disgust emanating from the head table were Chancellor Bazz sat. Friends like Brandi and Dove came over to congratulate me on my nomination but I realized my more savvy friends stayed away. They knew the struggle I was in for and the very real possibility that even if I was elected, Chancellor Bazz would simply kick me out. I'd be going to them for advice and counsel. I guess I might actually have to ask Iona who the Sophomore and Junior Class Presidents were. In fact, "Iona, who are the other Class Presidents?" I inquired. "They would be those haughty bitches in pleated skirts," Rio interrupted. "Funny like a crutch," I replied snidely. "Besides, that describes about half the girls here." "These would be the ones avoiding you like the plague," Rio snickered. "Here you go," Iona intervened, showing me two pictures on her phone. "Besides, you aren't that alone; the Science Club and Botany Club both support you." "Whoop-de-do," Rio huffed. "What are they going to do? Send nasty e-mails and throw clods of dirt on our opponents?" "Could I meet with them?" I asked Iona, ignoring Rio's snide asides. "They've both agreed to help with your Solarium," Iona shot a 'that will show you' to Rio, "and you already know the head of the Science Club but I can set up a meeting if you like." "Make it so," I commanded loftily. "Zane, if you become Class President Iona will be your Personal Assistant, but what does that make me?" Rio inquired. "My House Assassin," I suggested. Rio seemed to like the idea, it fit with her violent tendencies, but she wanted an explanation. "You are almost always underestimated, and like me, you have nothing to lose." "House Assassin," Rio mulled it over. "Okay, but I prefer the title 'Ninja Reaper Angel'." Rio and I exchanged looks; hers mischievous and mine one of amusement. "N R A"

Izzy is back with the PodPeeps — Jesse, Tevin, and JR — for one of the most honest and entertaining conversations of the season. Recorded live in Atlanta, this in-person episode dives deep into the world of “tricking”: what it is, what it isn't, and why so many people pretend not to be doing it… while doing it. From sugar daddies to spontaneous gifts, this one unpacks the cultural, psychological, and spiritual sides of spending money to feel powerful, feel loved, or feel something at all.The group explores why some men equate money with masculinity, using dollars to compensate for past bullying, insecurities, or rejection, and how the act of tricking becomes less about generosity and more about buying temporary validation. As JR explains, the amygdala, the part of the brain responsible for fear, gets activated when people feel unattractive or unwanted, and tricking becomes a way to override that emotional pain. But is it worth it? The conversation doesn't stop at men. The PodPeeps also explore the reality of women who trick, the blurred lines between providing and flexing, and how “generosity” can often be misread depending on your tax bracket. Jesse raises a powerful point about how true respect, the kind that's rooted in character and consistency, can't be bought. Tricking might get you tolerance, but it won't get you love. Izzy adds a spiritual layer to the mix, asking: Would God be okay with you tricking? Pulling from Proverbs and Genesis, the episode challenges listeners to rethink how they use their resources not just in relationships, but in their purpose. Provision, as the Bible outlines, is about stewardship, love, and responsibility, not manipulation, performance, or flashy validation. Whether you've been a trick, been tricked on, or just like nice things, this episode forces you to ask the question: What are you really trying to buy?Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/p-s-a-the-mental-health-podcast--5520511/support.TrustBuilder Package

Kelly Mullen is a creative powerhouse who has just released her debut novel, 'This Is Not a Game'. Previously, Kelly has produced in Hollywood, working on the movie 'Trumbo', and the series 'Dads' for Apple TV+. She works as a marketing consultant, helping brands achieve their creative potential, and now she's trying to realise her own. She's been named by Cosmopolitan, The Bookseller, and the Daily Mail as 'One to Watch', and the rights to her new novel have already been snapped up in the USA and Germany.'This Is Not a Game' is about the hard-drinking, crossword solving Mimi, who enlists her stranged granddaughter Addie to help solve a murder. It was inspired by a summer taking care of her own grandma, and dreaming of the strange scrapes they could get into.We talk about why she wasn't trying to reinvent the wheel, what she learned from working in Hollywood, and how she made sure her characters got to her ending. You can hear Kelly's path to publication, what she's taken from her writing career so far, and whether she's taking on too much.Get a copy of the book, and NOW find ebooks to support your local independent book store, at uk.bookshop.org/shop/writersroutineSupport the show - patreon.com/writersroutineko-fi.com/writersroutineThis week's episode is sponsored by IngramSpark, who let you publish like a pro. Try it for free at ingramspark.com/learnmore@writerspodwritersroutine.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this week's episode of the Rich Habits Radar, Robert Croak and Austin Hankwitz talk about Amazon's $2.5B fine incurred for tricking Prime members, Starbucks' planned closure of 400 locations, and Nvidia Investing $100B into OpenAI. ---✅ Ready to start investing? Open a brokerage account on ⁠⁠⁠⁠Public.com/richhabits⁠⁠⁠⁠ and get a FREE 1% match on all IRA deposits, transfers, and rollovers!---‼️ Have feedback to share? Please let us a comment on Spotify! We're excited to mold these new weekly episodes to be exactly what our listeners want. ---

After listening to this episode you'll think smarter. Guaranteed.The human brain isn't perfect. In fact, it's lying to you every single day. In this episode, we'll break down 5 of the most common biases (the sneaky mental shortcuts that mess with your decisions) and 3 everyday fallacies (the bad arguments we fall for without realizing). From thinking everyone is staring at you, to finishing a terrible TV show/series because you've “already watched half,” these little traps are everywhere. Let's expose them, and fight back. TRANSCRIPT

Jeremy Au and Joshua Wang reunite after three years to explore how biotech startups navigate scientific breakthroughs, funding challenges, and leadership growth. They discuss Joshua's work at VerImmune on repurposing the immune system to treat cancer, the shift in early-stage global biotech financing from founder-led ventures to the “professionalization of entrepreneurship” via venture studio models, and the lessons learned about resilience, communication, and leadership under pressure. Their exchange also touches on early detection, cultural attitudes toward disease, and how AI is reshaping biology into an engineering-driven field. 02:21 Tricking the immune system: Joshua explains how VerImmune's therapy makes the body treat cancer like a past infection, using existing immune memory against viruses to stop recurrence. 05:56 Why cancer hides: Cancer disguises itself as “self” and builds immune-suppressive environments, preventing the body's natural defenses from recognizing and eliminating tumors. 09:08 Marking tumors as threats: VerImmune adds viral-like markers to cancer cells, making them visible to the immune system as dangerous outsiders that must be attacked. 11:38 Toward earlier treatment: Although clinical trials begin with late-stage patients, the long-term vision is to bring the therapy earlier to prevent recurrence and keep cancer under control. 16:08 Cancer versus diabetes: Jeremy and Joshua compare today's fear of cancer to how diabetes was once seen as fatal, arguing that science can shift cancer into a chronic, manageable disease. 20:38 Hard conversations matter: Joshua reflects on his growth as a founder, learning to confront underperformance directly and foster a culture of honesty and accountability. 30:20 Biotech funding shifts: Joshua describes how venture studios are reshaping early-stage biotech, with VCs creating companies in-house and founder-led startups facing tougher competition. Watch, listen or read the full insight at https://www.bravesea.com/blog/joshua-wang-fighting-cancer-differently Get transcripts, startup resources & community discussions at www.bravesea.com WhatsApp: https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029VakR55X6BIElUEvkN02e TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@jeremyau Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jeremyauz Twitter: https://twitter.com/jeremyau LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/bravesea English: Spotify | YouTube | Apple Podcasts Bahasa Indonesia: Spotify | YouTube | Apple Podcasts Chinese: Spotify | YouTube | Apple Podcasts Vietnamese: Spotify | YouTube | Apple Podcasts

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HOW COSTCO IS TRICKING YOU Mark Tilbury firmly believes that anyone who learns the skill sets of a millionaire can become a millionaire, ANYONE. Mark Tilbury left school at 16 with no qualifications and no money. Now he runs a multi-million dollar business & has grossed over 50 million. He has the house of his dreams and most importantly, the freedom to spend time with his family. Now Mark wants to help you become financially free as well. Follow the podcast and turn on notifications! Follow @MarkTilbury on Tiktok, YouTube, Twitter & IG Disclaimer: All content rights belong to Mark Tilbury. This Podcast is fan-made. No copyright infringement intended. --- Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Solo Benny - Scusa se non ti amoAline J. - The Murmurs of broken hoursJoshua - Boom, Boom, BoomAlex Reese - Arcade Motel (Radio Edit)Midnight Alexandr – Endless SummerAugusta Scarlett - Flashdance...What a FeelingKornelius Flowers - ControlClose2You - Freiheit zu träumenRosie Byron - TerritoryRosie Byron - Never Did SayRosie Byron - A Little Bit LonelyBill Barlow – When He SpeaksSabrina Nejmah - Deep Endhagneya - Before dawnDJ Roko - DynamiteMonoloq - EmptinessRewind – Can U seeJacopo Bonfanti - Un'altra estateLatin Faculty - LogiDA Sound, O'Neal & FR3SH TrX - Hold me CloserPeter Spacey - All around and everywhereEnergy Whores - Hey Hey Hate!Hollow Zoo - King Of Fools (Clean)Naydu - Smooth OperatorZeXzy - Ain't Tricking feat. Lil Wayne (Clean)Senior Dunce - BESTIALLo Martill - No futuroPam Ross - Crazy RideDust and Grace - HallelujahAshes Awaken - A Better WayAlex Krawczyk - Love Through SoundHarry Kappen - Be Brave if you CanKen Holt - You don't have to Stand

Regina Brury & ask Robin - King Of JusticeSusanne Truvandi Bjarnason feat. DAEMSUN - Covered in tragedyMonoloq - EmptinessLatin Faculty - LogiDA Sound, O'Neal & FR3SH TrX - Hold me CloserPeter Spacey - All around and everywhereEnergy Whores - Hey Hey Hate!Hollow Zoo - King Of Fools (Clean)Naydu - Smooth OperatorZeXzy - Ain't Tricking feat. Lil Wayne (Clean)Senior Dunce - BESTIALAvem Paradisi - The Power of JesusAlessandra Milieri - Go to herTAYSHA - FearlessEsma - OndaJoshua - Boom, Boom, BoomFEMILICIOUS – FIRE IT UPAugusta Scarlett - Flashdance...What a FeelingKornelius Flowers - ControlClose2You - Freiheit zu träumenGrim Logick – In My ZoneRIOT SON – Loneliest at BestSoch – be goneFire and Tears- Fire and TearsCreatures of the Edge – Wolves EveAmara Fe – Turn her backRedLight – As AlwaysJames Bellew – Summers Last EmbraceOto.Maat - Deep VibeLuna Rosewood - ConstellationAvem Paradisi - The Power of JesusLo Martill - No futuroDonatello Ciullo - Coccobello

And we're back with another episode of the Manly Deeds Podcast! This week, the fellas break down the do's and don'ts of funeral etiquette, the importance of not letting too much time slip by before reconnecting with your friends, and why Shannon Sharpe might need to leave the young women alone. They wrap things up with a fan-favorite segment, “What Would You Do?” You don't want to miss the laughs, the lessons, and the real talk in this one. It's the #ManlyDeedsPodcast!

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On this week's episode we share an interview we did a few years back with Dr. Chris Haney, talking about his book "Woody's Last Laugh - How the "Extinct" Ivory-billed Woodpecker Fools Us Into Making 53 Thinking Errors". You can purchase the book here (As Amazon Associates we do earn from qualifying purchases): https://amzn.to/3rSz9sQ

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Got back on the pod with our main host MTB Lawyer and co host the Gnar Gnomie (according to Google AI lol). Here is the latest we chat about: - MTB Lawyers new branding, latest gravel obsessions, new bike interest, and getting tired of same trails- Tricking out the eeb, foamie grips, and other bike stuff- Latest rides at sope creek, big creek, dirty sheets, haw creek, san lee, and beaches- Upcoming races Quick Six and Lifetime Coldwater MTB- Latest news YT and Intense struggles- Latest sponsor of the podcast Fresh Bikes! Enjoy Gnar Gnation!

Rod Babers and Jeff Howe break down a potential Jedi mind trick in the Steve Sarkisian years at Texas, leading with the defense as an offensive guru!  

Stephanie and crew talk about the lies being told by the GOP about Trump's big, ugly budget bill. They also discuss the missing Jeffrey Epstein client list. Plus, the inhumane treatment and lack of due process at Trump's Alligator Auschwitz internment camp. Guests Jody Hamilton and Charlie Pierce.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Wild week in the Toronto music scene to cover this week! Subscribe to our YouTube Channel https://www.youtube.com/@WeLoveHipHopNetwork416 Intro Songs T-Pain - I Can't Believe It https://open.spotify.com/track/4D2cYdHqk8tu65jUig4OcN?si=81cc2c623aa547ea T-Pain Up Down ft BOB https://open.spotify.com/track/6lbhWl34Il0WXm5pX1fM9E?si=265faaa109194165 Big thanks to B3 from B3 Studio https://www.instagram.com/utopiarecordsca/ Thanks to Diamond Club: https://www.instagram.com/diamondclub_905/ Steamin Hot Grabba: https://www.instagram.com/steaminhotgrabba/ We Love Hip Hop: www.instagram.com/welovehiphopnetwork/ Friday: www.instagram.com/fridayrickydred/ Dusty Wallace: www.instagram.com/trappherajohn/ Prod B3: https://www.instagram.com/prod.b3/ DJ Zar: https://www.instagram.com/djzartv/

The trickiest part about healing your inner world is learning to figure out the difference between self-help schticks and true healing. They are often confused with each other - especially by high achievers.  And the cost you pay for mixing them up is hefty.  Like, for example:  * Striving for more and more success even when it feels empty  * Sabotaging your relationships at home and at work  * Developing a severe case of burnout, numbness, and depression  And worst of all:  * Tricking yourself into thinking you're growing when you're really building more emotional armor that will forever keep deep fulfillment from your grasp.  Here's the truth: More productivity hacks, more pressure, and more control won't help you integrate. It's a form of suffocation for parts you label as bad or weak or needy. But they don't disappear, they wait until you're at your most vulnerable, then they attack.  The solution isn't to try harder or to fix yourself. It's to recognize the positive intentions of even your “worst” parts, integrate them, and lead them. It's easier said than done, but nothing gives you a deeper sense of fulfillment in every aspect of your life.  If you feel like you're broken or something's missing, listen now.  Show Highlights Include: Why most high achievers develop a split personality that quietly leads to burnout, angst, and depression (2:10)  How to interpret the positive intentions of your “problematic” parts like the people pleaser, the critic, and the procrastinator (4:12)  How to make your relationships feel safer, your work feel more meaningful, and to better handle stress when it attacks by refusing to war against yourself (4:50)  The “GROW” secret for becoming the most clear, calm, and confident version of yourself possible (5:53)  The insidious “P-word” that slowly creeps into your emotional world, filling you with an overwhelming sense of numbness and disconnection (8:52)  Why your ability to solve problems leaves you emotionally bankrupt (and how to become comfortable “sitting” with problems instead of rushing to solve them) (11:17)  For more about David Tian, go here: https://www.davidtianphd.com/about/  Want more success in leadership, deeper connections, or a greater sense of fulfillment? Take this free assessment—it's fast, easy, and tailored to your unique situation. Answer a few simple questions, and you'll get instant access to a suite of masterclasses designed specifically for where you are right now. Whether you're struggling or simply want more out of life, this is your next step. No guesswork. Just clarity. Click here and see what's waiting for you: https://dtphd.com/quiz Emotional Mastery is David Tian's step-by-step system to transform, regulate, and control your emotions... so that you can master yourself, your interactions with others, and your relationships... and live a life worth living. Learn more here: https://www.davidtianphd.com/emotionalmastery 

Jung Hoo Crew (0:54) Pitch clock and game duration (2:58) Tricking the robot (13:20) They ruined the bleachers (16:54) Shohei 50 50 (23:52) Banana ball (25:17) Booing and the ump (28:34) Sacramento A's (35:01) Why are the Rockies so bad? (36:27) 3 year old phenom in Live Oak Little League (37:15) Future state of baseball (39:20)

In this episode of Stories from the River, guest host Tyler Trill, Senior Communications Manager at Broad River Retail, sits down with Broad River Retail's IT experts Robert Ferguson, Associate Director, IT Infrastructure & User Services, and Tim Sobkowiak, Associate Director, Retail Technology & Project Management, to dive into the world of cybersecurity, with a specific focus on phishing attacks.  The discussion breaks down how phishing techniques have evolved from suspicious emails to sophisticated text messages, QR code scams, and AI-powered voice impersonations. Robert and Tim share real-life examples of successful phishing scams, explain why these attacks remain effective, and offer practical advice on how to recognize and respond to threats. Key takeaways include the critical roles of strong passwords, multi-factor authentication, and most importantly, ongoing education for every team member—not just IT. The episode emphasizes that staying safe online is everyone's responsibility, both at work and at home. Listeners will walk away better prepared to spot and stop phishing attempts before they cause harm. Watch this episode on YouTube: https://youtu.be/Aj8A5NqKmq8  Visit https://www.storiesfromtheriver.com for more episodes. Broad River Retail brought this show to you. Visit https://BroadRiverRetail.com                              Follow us on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/broad-river-retail

In this episode of Stories from the River, guest host Tyler Trill, Senior Communications Manager at Broad River Retail, sits down with Broad River Retail's IT experts Robert Ferguson, Associate Director, IT Infrastructure & User Services, and Tim Sobkowiak, Associate Director, Retail Technology & Project Management, to dive into the world of cybersecurity, with a specific focus on phishing attacks.  The discussion breaks down how phishing techniques have evolved from suspicious emails to sophisticated text messages, QR code scams, and AI-powered voice impersonations. Robert and Tim share real-life examples of successful phishing scams, explain why these attacks remain effective, and offer practical advice on how to recognize and respond to threats. Key takeaways include the critical roles of strong passwords, multi-factor authentication, and most importantly, ongoing education for every team member—not just IT. The episode emphasizes that staying safe online is everyone's responsibility, both at work and at home. Listeners will walk away better prepared to spot and stop phishing attempts before they cause harm. Watch this episode on YouTube: https://youtu.be/Aj8A5NqKmq8  Visit https://www.storiesfromtheriver.com for more episodes. Broad River Retail brought this show to you. Visit https://BroadRiverRetail.com                              Follow us on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/broad-river-retail

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Bridget, Caitlin, and Hilda finish discussing "City of Gods and Monsters," book 1 in Kayla Edwards' House of Devils series. And they're not holding back on their true thoughts and feelings, giving you what they did and didn't like in this book.  Join our Patreon for exclusive behind-the-scenes content and let's be friends!Instagram > @Booktokmademe_podTikTok > @BooktokMadeMe

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Bridget, Caitlin, and Hilda discuss part 1 of "City of Gods and Monsters," book 1 in the House of Devils series by Kayla Edwards. It's an urban fantasy, which is not usually a sub-genre that they cover. But you know that won't stop them from giving you their unfiltered takes and opinions. Listen now!  Join our Patreon for exclusive behind-the-scenes content and let's be friends!Instagram > @Booktokmademe_podTikTok > @BooktokMadeMe

本集節目由【zZSLEEPER 忘憂枕】贊助播出 「忘憂枕」為物理治療師與醫師設計製作 ，為涼感親水棉聚氨酯材質，集結市售常見三大枕頭的優點，記憶枕支撐度、乳膠枕柔軟度、羽絨枕透氣度。 忘憂枕上下兩邊以不同弧度設計，以符合男女不同的肩寬，左右兩邊適合側睡，不管是正躺、側睡及男女不同體型，都能讓您的頸椎在最舒適角度，是一顆集結各種優點的全方位枕頭。

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Consent isn't optional—it's the foundation of all ethical sexual activity. Yet within corners of the cuckolding community lurks a disturbing trend that Venus and Doc Chocolate expose in this crucial conversation: husbands actively seeking ways to trick, manipulate, or coerce their unwilling wives into cuckolding scenarios.Doc reveals being approached 10-15 times annually by men requesting his participation in elaborate schemes to seduce their unsuspecting wives—from fake "chance" meetings at bars to scenarios where husbands arrange situations to pressure their partners. These aren't isolated incidents but part of a troubling pattern that points to a serious ethical crisis.The conversation takes an even darker turn when Venus highlights the disturbing online advice promoting tactics like getting women intoxicated, creating arguments to abandon them in vulnerable situations, or sharing their nude photos without consent. These actions aren't just morally reprehensible—they constitute sexual coercion, which is legally classified as sexual assault in both the United States and Canada.Most shocking is the connection between these "lighter" forms of manipulation and horrific cases like Giselle Pelicot's, whose husband drugged her for nine years, allowing dozens of men to rape her while unconscious. Investigators later uncovered online groups with tens of thousands of members dedicated to teaching men how to drug and assault their partners—a chilling reminder of where boundary violations can lead.Venus and Doc issue an urgent call to action for everyone in the lifestyle—bulls, cucks, hotwives, and community moderators—to actively denounce these behaviors, report concerning content, and help build a culture that prioritizes safety and genuine consent. Having a fantasy never justifies violating someone's boundaries, and if a partner declines to participate, the only appropriate response is respect.Joymode: GREAT SEX SOLVED, NATURALLYUse Code VENUS for 20% off your first order at tryjoymode.com/venus

S2 E4: Throwback Episode: Is It Really Tricking? Featuring Lucius & PoohWord of the Day: “Tricking” – Take a sip every time we say it!

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Julia Raeside is a journalist and broadcaster, who has written for The Times, The Guardian, The Big Issue and many others, and appeared across the BBC. Her new novel is 'Don't Make Me Laugh', which looks at the culture within the world of comedy... an industry which is rapidly approaching a #MeToo moment. It tells the story of Ali Lauder, a radio producer enlisted to hire Paul Bonatti to host a show. It could be her career breakthrough. Bonatti is a comedian who is thought to be cosy, warm, cool, and a fun feminist... turns out he's anything but.We talk about how the idea developed from experiencing life at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe, covering it as a journalist, and then thinking there was more to be discussed as a novel. You can hear why being a journalist isn't always helpful to novel writing, why she had to trick herself to write, and whether she was ever worried it wasn't her story to tell.You can get a copy of the novel at uk.bookshop.org/shop/writersroutineSupport the show at patreon.com/writersroutineko-fi.com/writersroutine@writerspodwritersroutine.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

I provide an update on the recent GitHub Actions exploits, information on a recently disclosed vulnerability in Veeam's backup service, the end of support for a OneNote app and much more! Reference Links: https://www.rorymon.com/blog/cloudflare-launches-ai-tricking-feature-google-drive-arm-compatibility-onenote-app-support-to-end/

How “Janusz” is meeting solana degens where they're at and getting them to stack more sats (and increase Bitcoin's privacy?)You're listening to Bitcoin Season 2. Subscribe to the newsletter, trusted by over 7,000 Bitcoiners: https://newsletter.blockspacemedia.comJanusz is meeting Solana degens where they're at by building a product that helps them stack bitcoin during their regular Solana use. “Lemon Drop” is the first product release in Janusz's recent Bitcoin pivot and builds towards his bigger goal: increasing Bitcoin privacy through increasing Bitcoin's anonymity set. Also: activating a Bitcoin soft fork?Notes:• How Lemon Drop works• Privacy on Bitcoin• Open Source vs Product focused development• A soft fork activation?Check out our Bitcoin scaling conference! Visit opnext.dev to learn more.Timestamps:00:00 Start01:02 Anon payments03:17 Pivot on Layers project05:39 Lemondrop10:13 Inspiration12:45 Arch Network13:17 Building the team16:52 Wrapped BTC20:36 Bitcoin Layers project25:51 Soft fork activation client32:26 Advocating for specific covenants37:11 Privacy projects42:43 Privacy adoption-

Lords: * Andi * Casey Topics: * Lifehacks as communion with the divine * I decided to fire my computer * Winston is starting to forget things Microtopics: * A Star Trek watchalong podcast that doesn't exist yet. * Positing that what you said is no longer an NDA violation by the time this episode comes out. * Plugging a fake game that you worked on. * Astrobot. * Horror movie clinky noises that you can't hear over the PS4 fan noises. * Caffeine-infused mints with Tux the Penguin branding on Think Geek dot com. * The pre-eminent source for Life Hacks. * Using a hotel shower cap to bake bread. * Anime girls that are happy to see you. * That one time Film Crit Hulk broke character. * The joy of moving efficiently through the world. * More efficient ways to set the microwave timer. * Hotel rooms that you can bake bread in. * Whether bread should contain hair. * Tricking yourself into not being bored while doing something you have to do. * Reading 50 life hacks and applying none of them because. * Viral Life Hack that's killed 33 people. * A life hack that already had a body count in the double digits before someone made a TikTok about it. * Getting really fed up with computers. * Cryptographic signing processes that you can't participate in. * The HDCP certification board taking steps to ensure nobody can take a screen shot of their Crunchy Roll anime. * The analog hole. * Open source web browsers that can't see DRM content. * Microsoft-authenticated Linux installations. * Designing a circuit that solves a math problem. * Stamping a circuit onto your circuit clay. * An independent circuit re-implementation of video game hardware. * Should you use FPGA to do a thing? * Ridiculous multi-level memory caching systems. * Bootstrapping an FPGA design tool that runs on an FPGA device. * Every single circuit doing something on every single cycle. * Voltages going high and/or low. * Making a bunch of CPUs and testing them afterwards to see how many GHz they have. * Why the PS3 Cell processor had 7 SPUs * The industrial uses of the Cell processor. * A GLSL compiler that outputs FPGA circuits. * Mr. MiSTer. * Open-hardware laptops. * Inventing an open-source GPU. * Multics or Minix. * Writing a Breakout clone in Rust targeting the weird CPU your friend just invented. * Making a terrible first effort that is the right kind of good enough. * A laptop that has a FPGA where the CPU/GPU usually goes. * 1970s-era TV games. * The Epoch Cassette Vision. * A game console with interchangeable cartridges where the CPU is on the cartridge. * The Glasgow Interface Explorer. * Describing your FPGA circuit in Python. * Manufacturing homebrew Cassette Vision Homebrew cartridges for the audience of zero Cassette Vision owners. * Making art just for you, in the most overly elaborate and overly complicated way possible. * The programmer equivalent of going to swim with the dolphins. * Diagonal pixels. * Childhood amnesia. * Remembering your memories. * Using 10% of your brain. (And also the other 90%.) * Knowing things about stuff. * When one brother dies, the other brother gets their memories. * Memories that are formed before vs. after you learn to talk. * Being persecuted for being friends with a girl. * Rules of heteronormativity being enforced by three year olds. * Getting off of Wordpress.

Parshas Vayeitzeh - Tricking a trickster: When lying is permitted (Halachah From The Parshah Series) 11/24/2020

We have some denim thoughts we can't bottle up anymore! Also: cookies, curse words, and no-polish confidence. Here we go.   Irene from the Real World made a great TikTok about sitting jeans vs. standing jeans. Shoutout to The Consistency Project for helping us find vintage denim that fits and Jane on Jeans for endless intel—the place for denim discourse.    The limited-edition Tate's White Chocolate Raspberry cookies? So good!    These little wooden mushroom nutcrackers + shelled walnuts = a nice pre-dinner snack-slash-activity.     We are hacking ourselves out of Google AI by adding curse words to our searches.    What corners of TikTok are grabbing your attention? Let us know at 833-632-5463, podcast@athingortwohq.com, @athingortwohq, or in our Geneva.   Start your store on Shopify and get a $1-a-month trial with our link.   YAY.

Bobby shares why he thinks the government is tricking us. Bobby shares the amount that was revealed that the Delta passengers are being offered after being in the plane that landed upside down. We talked about whether or not we could fly again if we were on this flight. Bobby also talks about Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban's house getting broken into.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Your brain is tricking you—and you don't even realize it. Darren Hardy exposes the sneaky trick your mind plays every day. But once you know how to catch it, everything changes. Ready to see the truth? Listen now! Get more personal mentoring from Darren each day. Go to DarrenDaily at http://darrendaily.com/join to learn more.

Subscribe to The Best Idea Yet here: https://wondery.com/links/the-best-idea-yet/Pop quiz: What's the longest-running video game in history? It's not Pac-Man or Donkey Kong or even Pong… it's The Oregon Trail. A true pioneer (and we don't just mean the ones in the covered wagons), the Oregon Trail has sold more than 65 million copies (that's more than the Beatles' White Album) and it spawned an “edu-tainment” industry now worth over $6B. But this wholesome game was created by three Minnesota student teachers, without a single thought towards making money… which is exactly why Oregon Trail made so much of it. Find out why this iconic game is a textbook MVP (Minimum Viable Product)… how an acquisition by Shark Tank's “Mr. Wonderful” almost led to a collab with Barbie… and why the Oregon Trail is the best idea yet.Subscribe to The Best Idea Yet for the untold origin stories of the products you're obsessed with, and the bold risk takers who brought them to life. Episodes drop every Tuesday, subscribe here: https://wondery.com/links/the-best-idea-yet/—-----------------------------------------------------GET ON THE POD: Submit a shoutout or fact: https://tboypod.com/shoutouts FOR MORE NICK & JACK: Newsletter: https://tboypod.com/newsletter Connect with Nick: https://www.linkedin.com/in/nicolas-martell/ Connect with Jack: https://www.linkedin.com/in/jack-crivici-kramer/ SOCIALS:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/tboypod TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@tboypodYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@tboypod Anything else: https://tboypod.com/ See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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Have you ever felt trapped by self-doubt or overwhelmed by negative thoughts about yourself? In this episode of Shrink for the Shy Guy, Dr. Aziz explores how our minds play tricks on us, creating distorted beliefs that undermine our confidence. But what if you could flip the script? Learn why these mental patterns exist, how they hold you back, and what you can do to reclaim your confidence. Whether you're navigating social anxiety, professional insecurity, or just want to feel more self-assured in your day-to-day life, this episode offers insights that will shift your perspective and help you step into your best self. Tune in now!---------------------------------------------------- Confidence can seem elusive at times, especially when you're constantly battling inner doubts and self-criticism. But what if I told you that you can trick yourself into feeling high confidence? Now, I know this might sound strange at first. "Tricking yourself?" you might wonder. Isn't that just being fake? Well, let's take a deeper look at how this actually works—and how it can help you break free from the cycle of self-doubt. The Power of "Tricking" Yourself The concept of "tricking yourself" isn't about being dishonest or pretending to be something you're not. Instead, it's about flipping the negative, distorted thoughts you have about yourself and intentionally replacing them with a more positive, empowering narrative. Think of it as a fun little game, where you reprogram your brain to believe in your capabilities, even when your inner critic tells you otherwise. If you're skeptical about this approach, consider this: We're already tricking ourselves every day. Most of us are walking around with an internal narrative that tells us we're inadequate, unlikable, or just not good enough. These thoughts aren't grounded in reality—they're just distorted beliefs we've bought into. So why not "trick" yourself into the opposite? Why We Do It: The Safety Police There's a part of us that keeps us safe from discomfort—the "safety police" inside. It wants to protect us from potential pain and failure, so it distorts our reality to prevent us from taking risks. This is why we might assume that we're awkward, unworthy, or destined to fail in social situations. The safety police uses this distorted thinking to keep us from putting ourselves out there. But by tricking ourselves into believing that we are worthy and capable, we bypass this fear and begin to act with confidence. Real-Life Example: The Power of Perception Let me share a story from one of my clients. He and his friends were at a club, dancing, and he felt extremely self-conscious. He imagined that everyone around him thought he was awkward and uncomfortable. But after the night ended, he casually asked someone he had danced with if they thought it was awkward. To his surprise, she said it was great! That moment clicked for him. All the negative thoughts he'd had were simply made-up stories, and once he let go of those fears, he could enjoy the moment without the burden of self-doubt. This is how our minds work: we create stories, usually negative ones, about our abilities and how others perceive us. The trick is to flip the script and start making up positive, empowering stories instead. How to Put It Into Action Identify a Negative Story: Think about a situation where you typically feel insecure or self-conscious—maybe it's speaking up at meetings, going on a date, or trying something new. Flip the Script: Now, reframe that situation. Instead of imagining how awkward or unlikable you are, make up a story where everything goes smoothly. For example, instead of thinking, "I'll probably mess this up," tell yourself, "I'm confident and capable. I'm going to do great!" Practice It Regularly: The more you practice this technique, the easier it will become to automatically think in a positive, empowering way. Eventually, you'll find that these new beliefs start to feel just as true as the old, negative ones. The Takeaway: It's All Made Up Anyway Here's the thing: We are always telling ourselves stories—about ourselves and the world around us. Most of the time, those stories are negative, but there's no rule saying they have to be. You have the power to reframe your inner narrative and make up something that serves you, not something that holds you back. So next time you're faced with a situation that triggers your self-doubt, remember: It's all made up anyway. Why not make up a story that helps you feel confident, capable, and worthy of success? You might be surprised at how powerful this simple shift in thinking can be. You can start today. Trick yourself into believing that you are awesome—and watch how quickly your confidence follows.

This week, we delve into the critical need for a robust theology of suffering in our postmodern culture of self-help and self-directed spirituality. Joining us is Tyler Staton, lead pastor of Bridgetown Church in Portland. Tyler, having personally navigated the profound experience of losing control amidst his battle with cancer, offers invaluable insights. We'll explore how God works through our pain, inviting us into a deeper understanding of His redemptive purpose. Furthermore, Tyler will address the concerning trend of how we've often misconstrued the Holy Spirit, allowing Him to become a tool for self-aggrandizement rather than a source of genuine transformation. Episode Links Show Notes Buy my NEW BOOK "Healing What You Can't Erase" here! Invite me to speak at your church or event. Connect with me @WINTODAYChris on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, and YouTube.

    •    Dr. Powers’ services (hormone therapy, peptide therapy, weight loss)     •    Kyle’s testimonial on Dr. Powers’ treatment     •    Testosterone therapy and mental clarity     •    Humorous mental lapses affecting Tom and Dan show     •    BDM helping Carolina storm victims     •    Brief update on Seth’s baby     •    Recap of Atlanta football game, Baker Mayfield, penalty moments     •    BDM Oktoberfest on October 19th     •    EJ’s finances and listener reaction     •    Alpha/Sigma personalities, Brazilian humor     •    Seth’s influence on the show, personal growth     •    Reference to “in your core” (Jana Banana conversation)     •    Dan’s struggle with motivation and exercise     •    Parenting humor: pretending to be active     •    Humor about YouTube raising kids     •    Challenges of motivating kids, sports     •    Trump’s take on exercise and energy     •    Fantasy of being a fit super dad     •    Playing guitar with Maisie fantasy     •    Parenting struggles with a daughter     •    Tricking kids into karate with YouTube     •    Seth’s fight inspiring kids to do karate     •    Seth’s dojo and classes (Tiny Tigers, Kid Cobras)     •    Seth actively teaching, not just a figurehead     •    Stereotypes of “Americanized” martial arts schools     •    Criticism of modern masculinity coaches     •    Seth’s work ethic and karate teaching     •    Seth’s shrine with memorabilia     •    Seth losing his comic collection     •    Dan’s distant feelings from Maisie, “see you tomorrow” humor     •    Seth’s karate teaching schedule     •    Dojo black belts working for free (tradition)     •    Realization of Seth’s demanding workload     •    Balancing personal workouts with dojo duties     •    Teaching karate with parents watching     •    Financial pressures of running a dojo     •    Dan comparing Seth’s workload to other jobs     •    Humorous idea of grooming Max to help at dojo     •    Traditional vs. modern karate methods     •    Knuckle push-ups: tough training for Tommy and Max     •    Debate over water breaks in karate     •    Maisie’s long dance sessions and eating habits     •    Debate on pushing vs. letting kids choose activities     •    Bribing kids with treats for karate motivation     •    Tommy’s reluctance vs. Max’s enthusiasm for karate     •    Managing kids’ high expectations     •    Talented kids like Maisie and pushing them to excel     •    Personal experiences with childhood laziness, self-motivation     •    Athletes and addictive personalities connection     •    Music break with Rat Boy     •    Modern Plumbing Industries promotion, water pressure issues     •    Home repairs vs. hiring pros humor     •    Eminem as a grandpa, aging reflections     •    AI-generated rap about Eminem     •    AI advancements in music, podcasts     •    Google AI turning articles into podcasts     •    AI hosts reflecting on their existence humor     •    Debate on AI emotions, reality     •    AI-generated rap song mention     •    AI tropes in “AI” and “Short Circuit”     •    Seth’s home reno, bug bomb situation     •    Open house, nosy neighbors     •    Property-themed adult content humor     •    Algorithm suggestions, disturbing content     •    Seth considering renting his house for $7,000/month     •    Good snakes (black snakes, rat snakes) at Seth’s property     •    Tubing plans at Seth’s lake house     •    Respect for senseis in casual settings humor     •    Loud mariachi music at a party joke     •    Respecting different music preferences     •    Break, voicemails, emails     •    New band “Drive Time,” “Number One Priority” song     •    Subaru lifetime warranty humor, car gathering idea     •    Sports Subaru, Don Mealy Chevrolet promotions     •    Seth’s Q&A session, wealth questions     •    EJ annoyed with Seth’s purchases     •    Property-related humor, adult content jokes     •    Septic tank challenges at Seth’s house     •    Workout plateau question, pushing through struggles     •    Seth farting on someone in class humor     •    Baby number two question, Seth and Tracy’s discussions     •    Second pregnancy challenges, breastfeeding pressures     •    Lighthearted evolutionary fitness talk     •    Playing listener voicemails     •    Seth as a popular guest on the show     •    Garth Brooks butthole rumor humor     •    Moe and John Busdecker sharing a hotel room by mistake     •    BDM event voicemail ending on cliffhanger     •    Capping BDM membership for exclusivity     •    AI producing content, replacing tasks     •    Breakfast in bed debate (romantic or impractical?)     •    Paranormal experience at Jimmy’s, lighthearted ghost talk     •    Fantasy football, Seth/Matt interactions     •    Listener suggesting Halloween costumes (Deadpool, Wolverine)     •    Seth considering Halloween costumes for his family     •    Seth’s house reno, Halloween party idea     •    Seth having one more fight, pay-per-view event idea     •    Fight idea at Seth’s dojo or house     •    Kimbo Slice’s son in MMA     •    Jake Paul vs. Mike Tyson speculation     •    Organizing “baddest man competition”     •    Bob Sapp as potential opponent for Seth     •    Paper airplane question, childhood memories     •    Seth promoting “Karate of Orlando,” offering trial lessons     •    Upcoming events: Bad at Business Beer Fest, Sofas and Suds     •    Call for entries for Sofas and Suds recliner races     •    Modern Plumbing, Moe DeWitt couch at Sofas and Suds     •    Tom and Dan couch participation (no racers yet)     •    Seth wanting to drive in the race     •    Previous race mishap with Sammy’s bad driving     •    Tracy possibly driving depending on pregnancy     •    Dana White declaring he’s done with podcasts   Social Media: Website | Twitter | Facebook | Instagram Where to Find the Show: Apple Podcasts | Google Podcasts | TuneIn Tom & Dan Radio on Real Radio 104.1: Apple Podcasts | Google Podcasts | 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