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Imagine a world where you're Russian, gay, and happy about it.No this is not propaganda from the ultra-secret "Pinko" department of the Kremlin (they def have one of those).This is the very real story of the magnificent Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, one of the world's greatest composers and a big old homosexual.He wrote the 1812 Overture, The Nutcracker, and the world's gayest violin concerto (because it's "exuberant"). He also did Swan Lake, by the way, so perhaps most importantly, we wouldn't have Natalie Portman calling herself a WHORE on a mirror in red lipstick without him.This week, Bash is joined by Princeton professor of music history Simon Morrison — author of Tchaikovsky's Empire — to explore what it meant to be gay (and fabulous) in 19th-century Russia. Together, they dismantle the myth of the tortured, closeted genius and paint a much queerer, more joyful picture of Tchaikovsky's life.
There was a time when men and women worked in sacred partnership. That balance was shattered when systems told men they were meant to lead, and women were meant to serve. This shift didn't just hurt women, it robbed men of purpose, direction, and their divine role.
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Arguably America's greatest living playwright, David Mamet, drops by to discuss movies, theater, philosophy, and his new book, The Disenlightenment: Politics, Horror, and Entertainment, in which he offers sharp insights into American culture, politics, and the art of storytelling. WARNING: THIS EPISODE IS MARKED EXPLICIT as the language gets quite spicy, and we did not quack the f-bombs. Otherwise, the episode would resemble a waddling of ducks. Shout out to our great sponsors CompanyCam.com Jobsite photo tools to manage work from anywhere. American-Giant.com/MIKE Use code MIKE to get 20% off your order. NetSuite.com/Mike Download the FREE e-book, Navigating Global Trade: Insights for Leaders. K12.com/ROWE Find a tuition-free K12-powered school near you. LifeVac.net Use code MIKE to get 20% off your full purchase
In this episode, we trace how women's bodies went from sacred to controlled. Once seen as life bringers and spiritual guides, women were slowly stripped of power through systems that feared their influence. This is about the moment balance broke — and what it's cost us.
Episode 173:For this guest episode it is a very welcome return for Eleanor Conlon, who you will remember discussed Titus Andronicus with me in Episode 22 of this season. Having picked over the brutal actions of that play with Eleanor I was pleased to hear that she was interested in a return visit and to discuss the very different piece that is Love's Labour's Lost. As you will her Eleanor has a great love of this play and brings all the enthusiasm about it to our conversation that you as might expect. If you have not already done so I would recommend listening to my previous episode on Love's Labour's Lost before starting on this one, which adds a lot to what I said in that episode.Eleanor Conlon is an actor, director, and award-winning writer based in Sussex.After completing her BA in English Literature at Goldsmiths, University of London, Eleanor earned her MA in Shakespeare and Early Modern Drama at Kings College and Shakespeare's Globe. While at The Globe, Eleanor worked dramaturgically on productions by Dominic Dromgoole, Matthew Dunster, and Jeremy Herrin, and with Jenny Tiramani on the Original Practices Costume Archive.As an academic, her research focused on Renaissance Magic, Gender and Culture in Early Modern London, though for more than a decade her career has been less theoretical and more practical. After achieving success with her theatre company ‘The Barefoot Players' in the late 2000s and early 2010s, with which she produced plays including ‘Tis Pity She's a Whore', ‘Doctor Faustus' and ‘The Alchemist', the latter two of which she also directed, as well as productions of several of Shakespeare's works, plays by Ibsen, Oscar Wilde, and others. She founded her current theatre company ‘Rust & Stardust' where working with her puppet-maker partner Katie Sommers Eleanor has written over a dozen plays rooted in English folklore and toured these shows all over the UK.In addition to all this, and as you are about to hear, in 2023 she launched the Three Ravens Podcast with her partner Martin Vaux – also a writer and actor – which explores history, legends, and diverse aspects of folk culture.Link to Three Ravens Podcast website: www.threeravenspodcast.comFor the Three Ravens Folktales Book:Link to Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Three-Ravens-Folk-Tales-half-forgotten/dp/1803999683Link To Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Three-Ravens-Folk-Tales-half-forgotten-ebook/dp/B0CW1GB63M/ref=sr_1_1Support the podcast at:www.thehistoryofeuropeantheatre.comwww.patreon.com/thoetpwww.ko-fi.com/thoetp Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
In this episode, we go deeper into the ancient feminine power they tried to bury.Before patriarchy rewrote the narrative, women were seen as sacred. Goddesses like Inanna, Hathor, Lilith, Aphrodite, Oshun, and Shakti weren't just symbols, they represented fertility, sensuality, leadership, wisdom, and divine authority. But over time, their stories were distorted or erased altogether.This episode is a reminder that your power has ancient roots. We're not reclaiming anything new, we're remembering what they tried to make us forget.
Take Your Power Back Show Alert! RISING UP FOR THE CHILDRENKim Yeater sits down with Pastor David Bryan, JJ Carrell & Mark Anthony to expose the horrific truth of human trafficking and set the stage for the REV 17: Rising Up for the Children Conference! (June 20–22, 2025). REV 17: Destroying the Whore of Babylon is a 3-day call to action at Church of Glad Tidings & The Embassy of Heaven in Yuba City, CA. This isn't just a conference—it's a movement. We'll confront child sex trafficking head-on, equip believers for spiritual and cultural warfare, and launch Peace of Heaven Children's Paradise, a healing refuge for rescued kids. Expect bold teaching, worship, survivor stories, and frontline strategies fueled by faith and justice. Take your place in this eternal fight!June 20–22, 2025Register now at peaceofheaven.life #TakeYourPowerBack #REV17 #EndChildTrafficking #PeaceOfHeavenSEE THE LIVE SHOW ON RUMBLE:Vhttps://rumble.com/v6umxih-rising-up-for-the-children.htmlSupport our Sponsors at https://TakeYourPowerBackShow.com Thumbs Up Share & LikeSee it Full Show on Rumble: Kim Yeater-Take Your Power Back Showhttps://KimYeater.com https://www.TakeYourPowerBackShow.com Rumble: https://rumble.com/c/TakeYourPowerBackShow Live Stream: https://rumble.com/TakeYourPowerBackShow/livePodcast Platforms: https://takeyourpowerbackshow.buzzsprout.com Patriot TV: https://patriot.tv/take-your-power-back/ X @realkimyeaterFB kimberlyyeater & TakeyourpowerbackshowIG Takeyourpowerback_kimyeaterT takeyourpowerbackshow All Media Inquiry here: TYPBProducer@gmail.com Take Our Border Backhttps://TakeOurBorderBack. Com https://rumble.com/c/TakeOurBorderBack Live Stream: https://rumble.com/TakeOurBorderBack/live X @TobbconvoymainX @TobbconvoycaliforniaX @TobbconvoyarizonaX @Tobbconvoytexas https://TakeOurBorderBack. Com https://rumble.com/c/TakeOurBorderBack Live Stream: https://rumble.com/TakeOurBorderBack/live X @TobbconvoymainX @TobbconvoycaX @TobbconvoyazX @TobbconvoytxSend us a textSupport the show
Welcome to the Holy, Not Whore Series — a journey into the truth about the feminine, her sacred power, and the history they tried to erase.In this series, we explore:• How the feminine was once honored, not shamed.• How sacred sexuality became distorted over time.• The real history behind the sacred prostitute archetype.• Why reclaiming this knowledge matters today.✦ Subscribe to the blog for future installments:https://open.substack.com/pub/goddessconfessions?r=5lzltz&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=profile
Join Mark Call of Shabbat Shalom Mesa fellowship for a two-part look at the second reading from the Book of Bemidbar, or Numbers, parsha "Naso" (Numbers 4:21 through all of chapter 7.) The Erev Shabbat reading begins with the 'head count' of the families which make up the tribe of Levi, through the process for the 'sota', or woman who is SUSPECTED of adultery, through the Nazerite vow, and then the longest, and most redundant, and thus 'perplexing' chapter in the Torah: https://hebrewnationonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/06/SSM-6-6-25-Naso-teaching-podcast-xx.mp3 Since Mark has talked about the 'cup' placed in the hand of the woman suspected of adultery often, and the connections, from Moses and the Golden Calf to Gethsemane and finally the Whore of Babylon in Revelation, this time the focus of the Sabbath Day midrash is a bit different. In John chapter 8, while Yahushua is teaching at the temple, a woman is brought before Him -- to 'test him' the text says -- who was allegedly caught in adultery, "the very act." Whereupon, Mark demonstrates, that most teachings in 'sun-day skool' proceed to miss the entire point of the story! And it certainly was NOT that He "did away with the law," or even "raised the bar," on His own Word. There is a larger pattern in evidence here as well. Naso: "Where is the MAN?" https://hebrewnationonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/06/WT-CooH-6-7-25-Naso-Wheres-the-Man-podcast-xxx.mp3 The combined two-part reading and Sabbath midrash:
Karen Saves The Universe: Part 1Desperate aliens kidnap a Karen to save their world!Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.On the starship Onan, the Priamites dubiously watched the screen display the creature. Dr. Fehr's algorithm had brought them trekking across the galaxy to a smallish, blue planet around an unimpressive star. While there was no denying the power emitted by the angry, festering organic matter before them, the thought of containing it and bringing it back to Priam was daunting. Still, the fate of their world hung upon the success of their mission."Do we have; uh; audio yet, Lieutenant Cavill?" Captain Hemsworth said, pausing briefly to joylessly ejaculate into his cumsuit, which quickly reclaimed the essence he emitted and channeled it into one of the suit's containment pouches to be resorbed as nourishment.Ever since the people of Eros had unleashed their horrific weapon on them, the Priamites orgasmed almost constantly. The Eros Curse, which seemed like a gift at first, became a tool of enslavement and oppression as the great Priam civilization devolved into listless people who passed the time sitting and staring at nothing in particular. Even special holidays were simply spent gathered in each other's' houses, grunting intermittently. The children of Priam, spared by the curse of Eros by living in growth pods, were never exposed to the disease or its effects until the seemingly arbitrary age of 18, so at least there was no trouble with the censors. The demands of orgasming so frequently took its toll on the Priamite's bodies. Dehydration, muscle spasms, and fatigue were common. The effects on the mind were worse. It wasn't until the invention of the cumsuit, which not only reclaimed the fluid loss and prevented dehydration, but also reduced arousing sensations until the wearer was nearly numb, that it was possible for them to journey out into the stars in search of a cure.Guided by the ancient journals of the revered Dr. Fehr, the Priamites had come to a small planet where it was foretold that there was a force of great and terrible power. It was hoped that this force could be used to break free of the cruel Eros Curse, but time was running out. Even wearing the cumsuits, the crew of the Onan, who were the most stoic, intellectual and sexless men of Priam, felt themselves progressively weakening to the Curse. It was only a matter of time until they lost all sense of duty and simply went adrift through the universe."No audio yet, Captain. The resonant frequency is so shrill that if we don't modulate the pitch; uh;” Lieutenant Cavill replied, closing his eyes and shaking as he orgasmed, then collapsed and stared blankly at the control panels as he recovered.Another crewman took over at the panel, "Captain, I can give you audio, but only for a short time. Even on their planet, they; they; oh; oh fuck;” the replacement said, stiffening as he spurted inside his suit, then shook his head to clear it and looked to their leader for orders. Captain Hemsworth braced himself in his chair and nodded for him to activate audio.A horrendous braying screech filled the bridge, “ No Idea Why You People Can't Even Take An Order Right! I Ordered The Cobb Salad With Extra Avocado! I Don't Care If It's Not On There Or Not! Fix The Damn Menu! I Have Been Coming Here For Over 15 Years And I Know For A Fact That You People Had Cobb Salad On There Two Years Ago When You Were Called Baker's Pie;"Another voice interjected, soft and conciliatory, "Oh, yes, ma'am; I see the confusion. The Baker's Pie that was here went out of business. This restaurant is Snooker's, now, so we don't have the same menu, but our club salad is very similar to;""Are You Actually Interrupting Me? Get. Me. A. Cobb. Salad. Extra Avocado! Do You Understand? Extra Avocado! Mucho Amortado! Comprendo Estupido?"Even in that short interlude, most of the Onan's bridge crew had begun bleeding from their ears and collapsing onto the deck. Captain Hemsworth, a man of rare tolerance and stamina, struggled past their unconscious bodies to the control panel and lowered the volume until it was barely audible. "Computer, disburse caffeline into bridge life support systems, 15 parts per million," he mumbled, leaning on the control panel for support as the strong stimulant hissed into the room. He didn't like to use the drug, because the heightened energy it gave often led to periods of prolonged involuntary masturbation, but he couldn't afford to waste time for the crewmen to awaken naturally. Not when conditions were so dire on Priam.Lieutenant Cavill groaned and rose weakly, climbing back into his console chair and checking the readings. "What happened, Captain? Our scans showed a primitive civilization on the planet without any meaningful defenses. What was that? Some kind of weapon?" he asked.Captain Hemsworth did a double-take at the crewman in wonder, but he said nothing. All around him, he watched the rest of the crew slowly getting to their feet and going back to their positions. All the men were alert, aware, and focused on their duties. Several of them were talking to each other; in full uninterrupted sentences. No one drooled, no one's eyes rolled back; not one of them stared off into space, as if dully re-living the curse that had infected their brains. He, himself, had not even felt the urge to sexually relieve himself once, even with the high levels of caffeline in the air. Indeed, he had not felt anything below the waist; not since he heard that voice. He doubted whether he would have the urge to orgasm ever again. They had finally done it."That was no weapon, Cavill; it is what we came here to find. It's the cure that Dr. Fehr told us was here all along. Contact High Command and tell them; tell them we found it. Tell them we have found; The Karen.The man-eating woman.After straightening out the incompetent waiter on her order, Karen Carmichael excused herself from her prayer group's table and walked to the restrooms, incensed. What kind of man actually cries when taking an order for a salad? Probably gay; or whatever kids were calling themselves these days. Was there such a thing as "gay" anymore, when people "identified" themselves as whatever the hell occurred to them? What was the point of picking a sexuality when people didn't even have a species anymore?Of course, Travis the Waiter had to play the victim about it, too, making the entire restaurant gawk over at their table like they were monsters. He probably knew they were a nice church group and went out of his way to make trouble. Sure, they all scream for "tolerance," but their types couldn't wait to attack nice people of faith like her who showed the world what it was to be decent and pure of heart. Well, he could just kiss his tip money goodbye! Tipping had gotten ridiculous anyway; a generation of whiny babies feeling entitled to extra money just for doing their jobs. ‘If ‘; they did their jobs. She couldn't even get a salad; and, by God, if the Manager didn't make things right, her Yelp review on this place would burn a hole through people's screens!Karen pushed on the door to the restroom tightly clutching her can of pepper spray, because sexual predators were always trying to rape women like her in public restrooms, and she nearly screamed when the door opened. Wet paper towels were everywhere. The garbage bin was overflowing, and some slob had splashed water all over the sink area! Now, she'd have to make the Manager take care of this, too! More drama, when she just wanted to have a nice lunch with her friends. And, of course, the Manager would just try to ‘handle ‘; her; as if she was some unreasonable bitch just for wanting to use a facility that wasn't absolutely disgusting! Then looking near her, but not at her, the Manager would apologize in that fake-nice voice and offer to comp her meal; offering her even more of what was bad in the first place. Managers and their fake apologies. They weren't sorry. The soulless jerks never meant it. They just wanted her to go away; acting like she was a scamming thief instead of someone who just wanted to be treated decently.She settled on the toilet and tried to calm herself. Lately, half the time she wanted to cry, or scream, or tear out her hair; but it wouldn't matter. Nothing would change. Everything changed around her, though. Menus; her children; hairstyles; prices; everything changed. It felt like everything had just left her behind. She looked everywhere for the things she used to love, but she couldn't find them anymore; and if she did find them, they weren't the same as they once were. Nothing made her feel her joy like she used to. That was it. Maybe she was done; that her turn at having any real joy was over. Now, the only time anyone tried to make her happy, or even looked at her, was when she screamed at them.Karen opened her eyes to a rattling sound at the door of her long, handicapped-bathroom stall. "Occupied!" she called out. To her dismay, the dial holding the sliding bolt turned all by itself and the door unlocked. "Hey! Get out!" she yelled, grabbing her pepper spray and holding it in front of her while she tried to stand and pull up her yoga pants."Nice human; good human;” a vaguely disembodied male voice said as a dark, hooded figure in a bizarre form-fitting spacesuit stepped into her stall holding what looked like a staff with a flexible loop affixed to the end of it. It slowly stepped toward her, as cautiously as one might approach a spooked animal. "Human want a nice piece of kale? Yes you do! Yes you do! Who's a good human?" it asked, holding out a curly dark green leaf to her and shaking it temptingly."What the hell?" she yelled, fumbling with the pepper spray can and trying to figure out how to make it work, just as the loop at the end of the staff went down over her head and around her neck, cinching tight.Karen choked, clutching at the loop with one hand, trying to loosen it so she could breathe, and with the other she emptied the can of pepper spray into the hooded face of her attacker. She struggled wildly, but the staff with the loop effectively controlled her and prevented her from landing any punches or kicks on her attacker. As darkness started creeping in on her vision, the last thing she saw was the figure deeply inhale the cloud of pepper spray and hold its breath, then say in a choked voice, "Ready for transport, sir; and man, they've got some good shit down here;”The forgotten leaf of kale fell down next to where Karen's cheek was pressed against the filthy bathroom floor, and with what she feared was her dying breath she choked out, "I want; to see; the; Manager;”Karen's ne victim."I used kale, Sir. Worked like a charm. It's one of the most nutritionally dense materials on the planet, so naturally, it was irresistible," a larger Priamite said to Captain Hemsworth, as he stripped out of his protective suit in a small enclave, bathed in an undulating light.Captain Hemsworth nodded. "Good work, Commander Momoa. Decontaminate for a full four cycles and I want protective measures in place for all personnel. God knows what this thing is capable of when it wakes."Karen heard garbled voices nearby, but kept her eyes closed and tried to steady her breathing. What had happened? The air smelled odd; almost crackling with ozone and energy, like a storm coming. The ambient sounds of the room told her she was not in Snookers anymore. Probably human traffickers. She saw a whole show about it. The bastards kidnapped her and were going to sell her into sexual slavery; except that she wasn't a teenager. She was 51 years old. Nobody would pay for sex with her, much less risk a felony conviction for it. Any ransom demands sent to her husband were going to have disappointing results, as well. So, what was going on? Why was she here? The kids were in college and wouldn't even notice she was gone until Christmas came. Her friends; her passive-aggressive competitors, if she was being honest; they'd just assume she left in a huff and stiffed them on the lunch check. The cold, hard truth was: nobody cared about her anymore and she knew it. That meant, if she was going to get out of this, she would have to do it herself. Her cheek hurt where it had hit that disgusting bathroom floor and she reached her hand up to touch it. The voices yelped in alarm and Karen opened her eyes to see two figures backing away from the enclosure she was imprisoned in."Who the hell are you, and what have you done with my purse?" she yelled, pushing herself to her feet. She walked toward them, crossing her arms and glaring. "I want whoever is in charge over here right now! I mean it!" she yelled, pointing as she walked toward them. One of the figures screamed, clutched at his ears and doubled over, staggering around the room dramatically. The other, larger one she recognized from the restaurant bathroom was in some tanning-booth-looking-thing, half naked and gorgeous in a likely-sexual-predator kind of way. Rather than flailing around the room, he seemed to have gone into a catatonic trance. God, people were useless. "You! Himbo!" she shouted, pointing at him. "Where is my purse? Did you even think to get it when you kidnapped me, or am I going to miss my Ozempic shot? I hope to God you assholes have good lawyers!"The beefy kidnapper in the tanning booth wobbled, then vomited loudly. Karen snorted as he slid down to the floor, unconscious. Pathetic. The smaller figure dove toward a panel on the wall next to her enclosure and pressed a few buttons and she heard the ambient noise of her room change, like it was encased, somehow."I've muted it. It's become even stronger than before;” Captain Hemsworth gasped, helping Commander Momoa to his feet again."How are we going to get it back to Priam? We could choke it out again every time it awakens; give the privilege out as a reward to the crew?" Commander Momoa suggested eagerly."No," Captain Hemsworth said, coming closer to the force field separating him from the angry Karen still yelling and pointing from inside the enclosure. "The cumulative effects of throttling it constantly might affect its functioning. We need The Karen at full power if we are to rescue Priam. We need to keep it conscious. We must feed it, provide it breathing gasses, and keep it clean; it appears to be constantly decaying. That reminds me ; cleaning duty goes to Ensign Holland. He's still on my shit list after the incident with the Zendayans.""Aye, sir."Captain Hemsworth cleared his throat and pressed another button on the side panel. "Hail Karen, bringer of blessed flaccidity, destroyer of abhorrent lust, and banisher of all erotic thought. We are men of the planet Priam. We mean you no harm. We come to you seeking aid, and we come in peace. Actually, until we found you, we would come almost constantly. It was disgusting. Everything was sticky. You see, our enemies from Eros sent us the most perfect pornographic images disguised in an innocent-looking email attachment. Once they were seen, they could not be unseen. They were burned into our brains, cursing us with perpetual arousal. The first wave of Priamites were taken by surprise once they activated the link. The next wave fell victim when the first wave posted the link on their social media because it was just so unbelievably; anyway, after the rest of our population fell out of curiosity or boredom, our civilization was nearly destroyed. We have been searching the stars for a cure, but to no avail. Then, just as all hope seemed lost, we found you; we heard your voice; and our loins finally withered. You are now a guest on my ship, The Onan, en route to my homeworld Priam. There, we will deliver your noxious, strident sounds to everyone, freeing them from their intransigent arousal. Then, after we are assured that all have been cured, we shall return you to your home."At this, Karen made an unpleasant face and began breathing on the clear wall of her enclosure, fogging it. Then, she quickly wrote a short message. "What does it mean?" Commander Momoa said, squinting at the squiggling lines she had made.At this, the computer made a chirp and began speaking, "The message, from the American dialect of the language English translates to: Why didn't you just make a recording?"Captain Hemsworth's shoulders slumped and he closed his eyes with a sigh. Commander Momoa's eyes went wide and he clapped his hand over his face in exasperation. "Fuck;” Momoa said in realization. "A recording;”"Dammit. We didn't have to take her at all, did we?" Captain Hemsworth groaned.Karen glared at them and wrote another word on the wall. As certain as Captain Hemsworth was that he did not need or want the translation, the computer was already on the job. "'Dumbasses,'" the computer cheerfully intoned, "a colloquial phrase, plural of the insult 'dumbass,' meaning 'a foolish or stupid person.'""End translation. Yes, Karen, if we had thought to record your voice instead of kidnapping you, this might have been a much shorter story, and considerably less inconvenient, but as it is, we are closer to Priam than Earth at this point, and our course is set. We will bring you to Priam and then return you home. Perhaps kidnapping you was not the most well-considered solution, but I defy you to think clearly after constantly watching porn for eons and let me know if you do any better."Karen's new calling.Great; as if getting old wasn't insult enough, I've actually become an intergalactic sexual repellent, Karen thought to herself as she paced around her cell. A lifetime of trying to do things right, and this is what it gets me. She wasn't so surprised that there were aliens in the universe, or that they had somehow weaponized porn, but that with all their advancements they were still so stupid!Sighing, she closed her eyes and listened to the ambient sounds of her cell. Life had been so noisy, the last 30 years. Everyone needing her, pulling on her for one thing or another. No peace. Lately though, with the kids gone and Cal; otherwise occupied; life had gone silent. The silence that she had wished for held no peace when it finally came. It just reverberated with the memory of things that had left her behind, making her anxious to fill the emptiness with noise. Nothing came to lure her mind away from the silence, no pleasurable temptations; her duties were done and it felt wrong to do, or even think about, anything else. My god, she had been kidnapped, was flying through the galaxy, and was surrounded by beefcake aliens and she was still thinking about that stupid loose tile in the master bathroom; she needed to get it fixed before the house was sold.A slight sound outside her cell drew her attention. "Who's there?" Karen asked, softly, opening her eyes.A wide-eyed figure peered around the edge of her cell, moving with cautious curiosity. It seemed younger than the other ones. It moved with a sense of barely-restrained eagerness, adorable and earnest. It also held a curved sort of wand in its hand."Honey, if you're here to anally probe me, I'll pass. I already had a colonoscopy this year, I'll have them send you the records;” she murmured, not expecting an answer.After a pause as the figure listened to the translation, its large eyes got even wider. "Is that how you poop?" he asked."What?" she asked, looking more closely at the young alien."I'm supposed to clean your cell when you poop; but you haven't pooped yet; wait, do colonoscopies make you poop?" it asked, scandalized.Karen closed her eyes and shook her head, "No. Colonoscopies put a small camera up your ass so that we can pay a doctor to do what we were afraid aliens like you would do to us if we got drunk in cornfields too much. They don't make us poop. In fact; well, never mind;” she trailed off, embarrassed.She still had vivid memories of her first colonoscopy earlier in the year, drinking gallons of preparatory laxatives, and the resulting quality time with her phone on the toilet. It was an odd experience; not awful, but not one that she could talk to anyone about. Her friends only talked about their kids and their successes, or whose husband cheated on them with some young thing, viciously salivating over their friends' misery with barely concealed glee. Forget about talking through her fears about it with Cal; that wasn't something he was interested in. Not anymore.After the procedure, she had been scared and disoriented from the sedation. For whatever reason, Cal hadn't shown up to give her a ride home. The stupid clinic wouldn't let her leave until someone could drive her home and take care of her. She just sat there getting more and more anxious. Eventually, she called an Uber and begged Xabiib the driver to pretend to be her neighbor; or just someone who cared about her. She spent the ride home trying to say his name correctly while he chuckled and repeated it for her. It was so horrifyingly embarrassing. It's one thing to have no one care about you, but another thing to have the whole world know about it when you were helpless and confused.Tears had rolled down her cheeks and she absently wiped them off with her hand. The young alien sat up and craned his head to look at the liquid on her hand. Karen snorted, "At ease, Holland. It's not poop. You're not getting anything out of me unless you have some heavy-duty magnesium supplements or yogurt."Holland's eyes went wide, "Are humans telepathic???" he gasped. "How did you know my name? Wow, that's so cool! Do it again! What am I thinking about now?"Karen suppressed a smile. Closing her eyes, she pressed her fingers to her temples and swayed from side to side, mysteriously. "I see something; something in the mist; something about; could it be; no, it makes no sense. Is it; a Zen; Zendayan? Does that make any sense to you?" she asked.Holland dropped his curved instrument in shock. "Yes! Yes! We just met them! We negotiated with them for supplies! I was there to carry stuff and; and;” he paused, shrinking in on himself a bit. "They are so beautiful. The Zendayans? So beautiful; and super nice; and just; like wow; I was supposed to just stand there until they were done with the talking and bowing and stuff, but they were just like so beautiful.""Well, what happened?" Karen asked."Captain introduced me and I bowed to them. I was feeling dizzy because, you know, their beautifulness just keeps radiating off them. Then; then; the most beautiful of them; she smiled." Holland stared at nothing, immersed in the memory, then wobbled, tipped over, and lay on the floor staring at the ceiling.Karen bit her lips in amusement. "I see. What did you do then?""I; I; I started talking and then I just couldn't stop because I was just trying to say how beautiful she was and how it just made my mind explode when she smiled and then I might have peed on the floor.""Oh dear," Karen said, cringing in sympathy. "We don't always put forward the face we want to when we are in our feelings, do we?" she said, quietly."Yeah; I've been cleaning poop ever since;” Holland sighed. After a while he sat back up, picked up the curved instrument and began twirling it in his hands. "So, like; what about you? Have you always made horrible noises?" he asked.Karen huffed, but then she saw the oblivious earnestness in Holland's face and sighed. "No; I wasn't always; like this. In fact, until about 30 years ago, I made beautiful noises. I was a pianist," she said."But, wait, they said you were a female;” Holland said, confused."Pee, an, ist," Karen repeated slowly. "I played the piano. It's an instrument; I was a musician. I was a student at Juilliard. It's a school on Earth; it was like a dream to even get in. I was on a scholarship, living in this shoddy apartment with my roommate Dana;” she trailed off, thinking about those days when everything seemed possible."Wait! Are you remembering?" Holland asked, breaking her reverie. "Can I remember it, too? Nobody wants to remember with me ever since the Zendayans, so I'm just left with my own memories and it gets so boring.""What are you talking about?""Well, it's kinda like; um; let me just show you. Computer, scan The Karen and project her memories," Holland ordered. A humming noise filled the room and a beam of light shot out of the wall and passed over her several times. Suddenly, her cell transformed into her shoddy apartment in Newark, New Jersey."Oh my gosh; it's just like it," Karen gasped looking around."Humans dream of getting into this?" Holland said, scrutinizing a cockroach scurrying along the floor."No, silly. This was our apartment across the river. We lived here when we weren't at school. Dana and I moved off campus in our second year. We took jobs on the side through an agency. That was when;” she sat down and a phone in the apartment's bedroom began ringing.A long, pale arm reached out of a pile of blankets on the bed and grabbed the phone. "Hullo?" Dana mumbled. A voice on the phone sounded irate. "Yeah, I'm almost there," she said and hung up.
Karen Saves The Universe: Part 1Desperate aliens kidnap a Karen to save their world!Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.On the starship Onan, the Priamites dubiously watched the screen display the creature. Dr. Fehr's algorithm had brought them trekking across the galaxy to a smallish, blue planet around an unimpressive star. While there was no denying the power emitted by the angry, festering organic matter before them, the thought of containing it and bringing it back to Priam was daunting. Still, the fate of their world hung upon the success of their mission."Do we have; uh; audio yet, Lieutenant Cavill?" Captain Hemsworth said, pausing briefly to joylessly ejaculate into his cumsuit, which quickly reclaimed the essence he emitted and channeled it into one of the suit's containment pouches to be resorbed as nourishment.Ever since the people of Eros had unleashed their horrific weapon on them, the Priamites orgasmed almost constantly. The Eros Curse, which seemed like a gift at first, became a tool of enslavement and oppression as the great Priam civilization devolved into listless people who passed the time sitting and staring at nothing in particular. Even special holidays were simply spent gathered in each other's' houses, grunting intermittently. The children of Priam, spared by the curse of Eros by living in growth pods, were never exposed to the disease or its effects until the seemingly arbitrary age of 18, so at least there was no trouble with the censors. The demands of orgasming so frequently took its toll on the Priamite's bodies. Dehydration, muscle spasms, and fatigue were common. The effects on the mind were worse. It wasn't until the invention of the cumsuit, which not only reclaimed the fluid loss and prevented dehydration, but also reduced arousing sensations until the wearer was nearly numb, that it was possible for them to journey out into the stars in search of a cure.Guided by the ancient journals of the revered Dr. Fehr, the Priamites had come to a small planet where it was foretold that there was a force of great and terrible power. It was hoped that this force could be used to break free of the cruel Eros Curse, but time was running out. Even wearing the cumsuits, the crew of the Onan, who were the most stoic, intellectual and sexless men of Priam, felt themselves progressively weakening to the Curse. It was only a matter of time until they lost all sense of duty and simply went adrift through the universe."No audio yet, Captain. The resonant frequency is so shrill that if we don't modulate the pitch; uh;” Lieutenant Cavill replied, closing his eyes and shaking as he orgasmed, then collapsed and stared blankly at the control panels as he recovered.Another crewman took over at the panel, "Captain, I can give you audio, but only for a short time. Even on their planet, they; they; oh; oh fuck;” the replacement said, stiffening as he spurted inside his suit, then shook his head to clear it and looked to their leader for orders. Captain Hemsworth braced himself in his chair and nodded for him to activate audio.A horrendous braying screech filled the bridge, “ No Idea Why You People Can't Even Take An Order Right! I Ordered The Cobb Salad With Extra Avocado! I Don't Care If It's Not On There Or Not! Fix The Damn Menu! I Have Been Coming Here For Over 15 Years And I Know For A Fact That You People Had Cobb Salad On There Two Years Ago When You Were Called Baker's Pie;"Another voice interjected, soft and conciliatory, "Oh, yes, ma'am; I see the confusion. The Baker's Pie that was here went out of business. This restaurant is Snooker's, now, so we don't have the same menu, but our club salad is very similar to;""Are You Actually Interrupting Me? Get. Me. A. Cobb. Salad. Extra Avocado! Do You Understand? Extra Avocado! Mucho Amortado! Comprendo Estupido?"Even in that short interlude, most of the Onan's bridge crew had begun bleeding from their ears and collapsing onto the deck. Captain Hemsworth, a man of rare tolerance and stamina, struggled past their unconscious bodies to the control panel and lowered the volume until it was barely audible. "Computer, disburse caffeline into bridge life support systems, 15 parts per million," he mumbled, leaning on the control panel for support as the strong stimulant hissed into the room. He didn't like to use the drug, because the heightened energy it gave often led to periods of prolonged involuntary masturbation, but he couldn't afford to waste time for the crewmen to awaken naturally. Not when conditions were so dire on Priam.Lieutenant Cavill groaned and rose weakly, climbing back into his console chair and checking the readings. "What happened, Captain? Our scans showed a primitive civilization on the planet without any meaningful defenses. What was that? Some kind of weapon?" he asked.Captain Hemsworth did a double-take at the crewman in wonder, but he said nothing. All around him, he watched the rest of the crew slowly getting to their feet and going back to their positions. All the men were alert, aware, and focused on their duties. Several of them were talking to each other; in full uninterrupted sentences. No one drooled, no one's eyes rolled back; not one of them stared off into space, as if dully re-living the curse that had infected their brains. He, himself, had not even felt the urge to sexually relieve himself once, even with the high levels of caffeline in the air. Indeed, he had not felt anything below the waist; not since he heard that voice. He doubted whether he would have the urge to orgasm ever again. They had finally done it."That was no weapon, Cavill; it is what we came here to find. It's the cure that Dr. Fehr told us was here all along. Contact High Command and tell them; tell them we found it. Tell them we have found; The Karen.The man-eating woman.After straightening out the incompetent waiter on her order, Karen Carmichael excused herself from her prayer group's table and walked to the restrooms, incensed. What kind of man actually cries when taking an order for a salad? Probably gay; or whatever kids were calling themselves these days. Was there such a thing as "gay" anymore, when people "identified" themselves as whatever the hell occurred to them? What was the point of picking a sexuality when people didn't even have a species anymore?Of course, Travis the Waiter had to play the victim about it, too, making the entire restaurant gawk over at their table like they were monsters. He probably knew they were a nice church group and went out of his way to make trouble. Sure, they all scream for "tolerance," but their types couldn't wait to attack nice people of faith like her who showed the world what it was to be decent and pure of heart. Well, he could just kiss his tip money goodbye! Tipping had gotten ridiculous anyway; a generation of whiny babies feeling entitled to extra money just for doing their jobs. ‘If ‘; they did their jobs. She couldn't even get a salad; and, by God, if the Manager didn't make things right, her Yelp review on this place would burn a hole through people's screens!Karen pushed on the door to the restroom tightly clutching her can of pepper spray, because sexual predators were always trying to rape women like her in public restrooms, and she nearly screamed when the door opened. Wet paper towels were everywhere. The garbage bin was overflowing, and some slob had splashed water all over the sink area! Now, she'd have to make the Manager take care of this, too! More drama, when she just wanted to have a nice lunch with her friends. And, of course, the Manager would just try to ‘handle ‘; her; as if she was some unreasonable bitch just for wanting to use a facility that wasn't absolutely disgusting! Then looking near her, but not at her, the Manager would apologize in that fake-nice voice and offer to comp her meal; offering her even more of what was bad in the first place. Managers and their fake apologies. They weren't sorry. The soulless jerks never meant it. They just wanted her to go away; acting like she was a scamming thief instead of someone who just wanted to be treated decently.She settled on the toilet and tried to calm herself. Lately, half the time she wanted to cry, or scream, or tear out her hair; but it wouldn't matter. Nothing would change. Everything changed around her, though. Menus; her children; hairstyles; prices; everything changed. It felt like everything had just left her behind. She looked everywhere for the things she used to love, but she couldn't find them anymore; and if she did find them, they weren't the same as they once were. Nothing made her feel her joy like she used to. That was it. Maybe she was done; that her turn at having any real joy was over. Now, the only time anyone tried to make her happy, or even looked at her, was when she screamed at them.Karen opened her eyes to a rattling sound at the door of her long, handicapped-bathroom stall. "Occupied!" she called out. To her dismay, the dial holding the sliding bolt turned all by itself and the door unlocked. "Hey! Get out!" she yelled, grabbing her pepper spray and holding it in front of her while she tried to stand and pull up her yoga pants."Nice human; good human;” a vaguely disembodied male voice said as a dark, hooded figure in a bizarre form-fitting spacesuit stepped into her stall holding what looked like a staff with a flexible loop affixed to the end of it. It slowly stepped toward her, as cautiously as one might approach a spooked animal. "Human want a nice piece of kale? Yes you do! Yes you do! Who's a good human?" it asked, holding out a curly dark green leaf to her and shaking it temptingly."What the hell?" she yelled, fumbling with the pepper spray can and trying to figure out how to make it work, just as the loop at the end of the staff went down over her head and around her neck, cinching tight.Karen choked, clutching at the loop with one hand, trying to loosen it so she could breathe, and with the other she emptied the can of pepper spray into the hooded face of her attacker. She struggled wildly, but the staff with the loop effectively controlled her and prevented her from landing any punches or kicks on her attacker. As darkness started creeping in on her vision, the last thing she saw was the figure deeply inhale the cloud of pepper spray and hold its breath, then say in a choked voice, "Ready for transport, sir; and man, they've got some good shit down here;”The forgotten leaf of kale fell down next to where Karen's cheek was pressed against the filthy bathroom floor, and with what she feared was her dying breath she choked out, "I want; to see; the; Manager;”Karen's ne victim."I used kale, Sir. Worked like a charm. It's one of the most nutritionally dense materials on the planet, so naturally, it was irresistible," a larger Priamite said to Captain Hemsworth, as he stripped out of his protective suit in a small enclave, bathed in an undulating light.Captain Hemsworth nodded. "Good work, Commander Momoa. Decontaminate for a full four cycles and I want protective measures in place for all personnel. God knows what this thing is capable of when it wakes."Karen heard garbled voices nearby, but kept her eyes closed and tried to steady her breathing. What had happened? The air smelled odd; almost crackling with ozone and energy, like a storm coming. The ambient sounds of the room told her she was not in Snookers anymore. Probably human traffickers. She saw a whole show about it. The bastards kidnapped her and were going to sell her into sexual slavery; except that she wasn't a teenager. She was 51 years old. Nobody would pay for sex with her, much less risk a felony conviction for it. Any ransom demands sent to her husband were going to have disappointing results, as well. So, what was going on? Why was she here? The kids were in college and wouldn't even notice she was gone until Christmas came. Her friends; her passive-aggressive competitors, if she was being honest; they'd just assume she left in a huff and stiffed them on the lunch check. The cold, hard truth was: nobody cared about her anymore and she knew it. That meant, if she was going to get out of this, she would have to do it herself. Her cheek hurt where it had hit that disgusting bathroom floor and she reached her hand up to touch it. The voices yelped in alarm and Karen opened her eyes to see two figures backing away from the enclosure she was imprisoned in."Who the hell are you, and what have you done with my purse?" she yelled, pushing herself to her feet. She walked toward them, crossing her arms and glaring. "I want whoever is in charge over here right now! I mean it!" she yelled, pointing as she walked toward them. One of the figures screamed, clutched at his ears and doubled over, staggering around the room dramatically. The other, larger one she recognized from the restaurant bathroom was in some tanning-booth-looking-thing, half naked and gorgeous in a likely-sexual-predator kind of way. Rather than flailing around the room, he seemed to have gone into a catatonic trance. God, people were useless. "You! Himbo!" she shouted, pointing at him. "Where is my purse? Did you even think to get it when you kidnapped me, or am I going to miss my Ozempic shot? I hope to God you assholes have good lawyers!"The beefy kidnapper in the tanning booth wobbled, then vomited loudly. Karen snorted as he slid down to the floor, unconscious. Pathetic. The smaller figure dove toward a panel on the wall next to her enclosure and pressed a few buttons and she heard the ambient noise of her room change, like it was encased, somehow."I've muted it. It's become even stronger than before;” Captain Hemsworth gasped, helping Commander Momoa to his feet again."How are we going to get it back to Priam? We could choke it out again every time it awakens; give the privilege out as a reward to the crew?" Commander Momoa suggested eagerly."No," Captain Hemsworth said, coming closer to the force field separating him from the angry Karen still yelling and pointing from inside the enclosure. "The cumulative effects of throttling it constantly might affect its functioning. We need The Karen at full power if we are to rescue Priam. We need to keep it conscious. We must feed it, provide it breathing gasses, and keep it clean; it appears to be constantly decaying. That reminds me ; cleaning duty goes to Ensign Holland. He's still on my shit list after the incident with the Zendayans.""Aye, sir."Captain Hemsworth cleared his throat and pressed another button on the side panel. "Hail Karen, bringer of blessed flaccidity, destroyer of abhorrent lust, and banisher of all erotic thought. We are men of the planet Priam. We mean you no harm. We come to you seeking aid, and we come in peace. Actually, until we found you, we would come almost constantly. It was disgusting. Everything was sticky. You see, our enemies from Eros sent us the most perfect pornographic images disguised in an innocent-looking email attachment. Once they were seen, they could not be unseen. They were burned into our brains, cursing us with perpetual arousal. The first wave of Priamites were taken by surprise once they activated the link. The next wave fell victim when the first wave posted the link on their social media because it was just so unbelievably; anyway, after the rest of our population fell out of curiosity or boredom, our civilization was nearly destroyed. We have been searching the stars for a cure, but to no avail. Then, just as all hope seemed lost, we found you; we heard your voice; and our loins finally withered. You are now a guest on my ship, The Onan, en route to my homeworld Priam. There, we will deliver your noxious, strident sounds to everyone, freeing them from their intransigent arousal. Then, after we are assured that all have been cured, we shall return you to your home."At this, Karen made an unpleasant face and began breathing on the clear wall of her enclosure, fogging it. Then, she quickly wrote a short message. "What does it mean?" Commander Momoa said, squinting at the squiggling lines she had made.At this, the computer made a chirp and began speaking, "The message, from the American dialect of the language English translates to: Why didn't you just make a recording?"Captain Hemsworth's shoulders slumped and he closed his eyes with a sigh. Commander Momoa's eyes went wide and he clapped his hand over his face in exasperation. "Fuck;” Momoa said in realization. "A recording;”"Dammit. We didn't have to take her at all, did we?" Captain Hemsworth groaned.Karen glared at them and wrote another word on the wall. As certain as Captain Hemsworth was that he did not need or want the translation, the computer was already on the job. "'Dumbasses,'" the computer cheerfully intoned, "a colloquial phrase, plural of the insult 'dumbass,' meaning 'a foolish or stupid person.'""End translation. Yes, Karen, if we had thought to record your voice instead of kidnapping you, this might have been a much shorter story, and considerably less inconvenient, but as it is, we are closer to Priam than Earth at this point, and our course is set. We will bring you to Priam and then return you home. Perhaps kidnapping you was not the most well-considered solution, but I defy you to think clearly after constantly watching porn for eons and let me know if you do any better."Karen's new calling.Great; as if getting old wasn't insult enough, I've actually become an intergalactic sexual repellent, Karen thought to herself as she paced around her cell. A lifetime of trying to do things right, and this is what it gets me. She wasn't so surprised that there were aliens in the universe, or that they had somehow weaponized porn, but that with all their advancements they were still so stupid!Sighing, she closed her eyes and listened to the ambient sounds of her cell. Life had been so noisy, the last 30 years. Everyone needing her, pulling on her for one thing or another. No peace. Lately though, with the kids gone and Cal; otherwise occupied; life had gone silent. The silence that she had wished for held no peace when it finally came. It just reverberated with the memory of things that had left her behind, making her anxious to fill the emptiness with noise. Nothing came to lure her mind away from the silence, no pleasurable temptations; her duties were done and it felt wrong to do, or even think about, anything else. My god, she had been kidnapped, was flying through the galaxy, and was surrounded by beefcake aliens and she was still thinking about that stupid loose tile in the master bathroom; she needed to get it fixed before the house was sold.A slight sound outside her cell drew her attention. "Who's there?" Karen asked, softly, opening her eyes.A wide-eyed figure peered around the edge of her cell, moving with cautious curiosity. It seemed younger than the other ones. It moved with a sense of barely-restrained eagerness, adorable and earnest. It also held a curved sort of wand in its hand."Honey, if you're here to anally probe me, I'll pass. I already had a colonoscopy this year, I'll have them send you the records;” she murmured, not expecting an answer.After a pause as the figure listened to the translation, its large eyes got even wider. "Is that how you poop?" he asked."What?" she asked, looking more closely at the young alien."I'm supposed to clean your cell when you poop; but you haven't pooped yet; wait, do colonoscopies make you poop?" it asked, scandalized.Karen closed her eyes and shook her head, "No. Colonoscopies put a small camera up your ass so that we can pay a doctor to do what we were afraid aliens like you would do to us if we got drunk in cornfields too much. They don't make us poop. In fact; well, never mind;” she trailed off, embarrassed.She still had vivid memories of her first colonoscopy earlier in the year, drinking gallons of preparatory laxatives, and the resulting quality time with her phone on the toilet. It was an odd experience; not awful, but not one that she could talk to anyone about. Her friends only talked about their kids and their successes, or whose husband cheated on them with some young thing, viciously salivating over their friends' misery with barely concealed glee. Forget about talking through her fears about it with Cal; that wasn't something he was interested in. Not anymore.After the procedure, she had been scared and disoriented from the sedation. For whatever reason, Cal hadn't shown up to give her a ride home. The stupid clinic wouldn't let her leave until someone could drive her home and take care of her. She just sat there getting more and more anxious. Eventually, she called an Uber and begged Xabiib the driver to pretend to be her neighbor; or just someone who cared about her. She spent the ride home trying to say his name correctly while he chuckled and repeated it for her. It was so horrifyingly embarrassing. It's one thing to have no one care about you, but another thing to have the whole world know about it when you were helpless and confused.Tears had rolled down her cheeks and she absently wiped them off with her hand. The young alien sat up and craned his head to look at the liquid on her hand. Karen snorted, "At ease, Holland. It's not poop. You're not getting anything out of me unless you have some heavy-duty magnesium supplements or yogurt."Holland's eyes went wide, "Are humans telepathic???" he gasped. "How did you know my name? Wow, that's so cool! Do it again! What am I thinking about now?"Karen suppressed a smile. Closing her eyes, she pressed her fingers to her temples and swayed from side to side, mysteriously. "I see something; something in the mist; something about; could it be; no, it makes no sense. Is it; a Zen; Zendayan? Does that make any sense to you?" she asked.Holland dropped his curved instrument in shock. "Yes! Yes! We just met them! We negotiated with them for supplies! I was there to carry stuff and; and;” he paused, shrinking in on himself a bit. "They are so beautiful. The Zendayans? So beautiful; and super nice; and just; like wow; I was supposed to just stand there until they were done with the talking and bowing and stuff, but they were just like so beautiful.""Well, what happened?" Karen asked."Captain introduced me and I bowed to them. I was feeling dizzy because, you know, their beautifulness just keeps radiating off them. Then; then; the most beautiful of them; she smiled." Holland stared at nothing, immersed in the memory, then wobbled, tipped over, and lay on the floor staring at the ceiling.Karen bit her lips in amusement. "I see. What did you do then?""I; I; I started talking and then I just couldn't stop because I was just trying to say how beautiful she was and how it just made my mind explode when she smiled and then I might have peed on the floor.""Oh dear," Karen said, cringing in sympathy. "We don't always put forward the face we want to when we are in our feelings, do we?" she said, quietly."Yeah; I've been cleaning poop ever since;” Holland sighed. After a while he sat back up, picked up the curved instrument and began twirling it in his hands. "So, like; what about you? Have you always made horrible noises?" he asked.Karen huffed, but then she saw the oblivious earnestness in Holland's face and sighed. "No; I wasn't always; like this. In fact, until about 30 years ago, I made beautiful noises. I was a pianist," she said."But, wait, they said you were a female;” Holland said, confused."Pee, an, ist," Karen repeated slowly. "I played the piano. It's an instrument; I was a musician. I was a student at Juilliard. It's a school on Earth; it was like a dream to even get in. I was on a scholarship, living in this shoddy apartment with my roommate Dana;” she trailed off, thinking about those days when everything seemed possible."Wait! Are you remembering?" Holland asked, breaking her reverie. "Can I remember it, too? Nobody wants to remember with me ever since the Zendayans, so I'm just left with my own memories and it gets so boring.""What are you talking about?""Well, it's kinda like; um; let me just show you. Computer, scan The Karen and project her memories," Holland ordered. A humming noise filled the room and a beam of light shot out of the wall and passed over her several times. Suddenly, her cell transformed into her shoddy apartment in Newark, New Jersey."Oh my gosh; it's just like it," Karen gasped looking around."Humans dream of getting into this?" Holland said, scrutinizing a cockroach scurrying along the floor."No, silly. This was our apartment across the river. We lived here when we weren't at school. Dana and I moved off campus in our second year. We took jobs on the side through an agency. That was when;” she sat down and a phone in the apartment's bedroom began ringing.A long, pale arm reached out of a pile of blankets on the bed and grabbed the phone. "Hullo?" Dana mumbled. A voice on the phone sounded irate. "Yeah, I'm almost there," she said and hung up.
In this episode of the Hot Wife Podcast, hosts Donna Lynn and Vince explore the nuances of sexual labels, the dynamics of their weekend content creation, and the evolving perceptions of sexuality. They delve into the differences between being 'slutty' and 'whorish', discuss the nature of orgasms, and reflect on the societal changes surrounding sexual empowerment and expression. In this conversation, the speakers delve into the complexities of sexual pleasure, focusing on the factors that influence orgasms, the importance of technique, and the mental aspects of sexual experiences. They discuss the significance of verbal communication during intimate moments and explore societal double standards regarding sexual freedom and the labels of 'slut' and 'whore'. The conversation highlights the evolving perceptions of sexuality and the need for open dialogue about pleasure and intimacy. In this engaging conversation, the speakers explore themes of aging, confidence, and the societal perceptions of beauty and sexuality. They humorously discuss the changes that come with age, the allure of confidence in women, and the complexities of labels like 'slut' and 'freak.' The dialogue is filled with candid reflections on personal experiences, societal norms, and the importance of self-acceptance, all while maintaining a light-hearted tone.takeawaysThe terms 'slut' and 'whore' have different connotations and societal perceptions.Content creation in the adult industry can be seen as entrepreneurial.Enjoying sexual experiences is a natural part of life.The stigma around sexual labels is evolving with societal changes.Orgasms can be more intense when shared with others compared to self-induced ones.The hosts emphasize the importance of sexual empowerment and freedom.There is a humorous and candid approach to discussing intimate topics.The podcast highlights the fun aspects of sexual exploration.The conversation reflects on personal experiences and societal norms.The hosts encourage listeners to embrace their sexuality without shame. Everything plays into the type of orgasm experienced.There is no single 'bad' way to experience pleasure.Technique is crucial in achieving satisfaction during oral sex.Mental state and connection with the partner affect pleasure.Verbal communication enhances sexual experiences significantly.Double standards exist in societal perceptions of sexual behavior.Men and women are judged differently for their sexual histories.Aging and appearance are viewed differently for men and women.Women can embrace their gray hair and still be attractive.Open discussions about sexuality can challenge societal norms. Aging can bring a sense of confidence and self-acceptance.Confidence is often more attractive than physical appearance.Humor can be a great way to discuss sensitive topics like aging and beauty.Labels like 'slut' and 'freak' can be reclaimed in a positive way.Self-acceptance is key to feeling attractive at any age.The conversation around beauty standards is evolving.Confidence can come in many forms, regardless of body shape.Aging gracefully involves embracing changes with humor.The thrill of secrets can add excitement to relationships.Empowerment comes from understanding and owning one's identity.
The Unmasking of the Spiritual Whore of Babylon, The Universal Church of Satan Part 3 (re-broadcast of Ep.237)
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Many Protestants argue the pope was never meant to lead the Church long-term. We examine biblical and historical evidence for the papacy, Peter's unique role, and how the Church has understood this office from the beginning. Join The CA Live Club Newsletter: Click Here Invite our apologists to speak at your parish! Visit Catholicanswersspeakers.com Questions Covered: 0:03:00 – Is the papacy unbiblical or a temporary office?0:07:30 – Does the Bible ever say Peter went to Rome?0:11:30 – How does 1 Peter 5:13 support Peter's presence in Rome?0:14:30 – Did Peter and Paul really found the church in Rome together?0:16:30 – Does Paul rebuking Peter disprove papal authority?0:19:30 – Can a pope be fallible or rebuked for his actions?0:23:00 – Is the real Protestant objection that we don’t need structure, sacraments, or hierarchy?0:25:30 – What does the temple veil really mean for Christian worship?0:29:00 – If Jesus is the only mediator, why do we have priests or popes?0:32:30 – Does the Eucharist show that Christian priesthood is still valid?0:36:00 – What's the real difference between Catholicism and Orthodoxy on the papacy?0:39:30 – Is the Pope really just “first among equals”?0:42:00 – What does Irenaeus say about Rome's authority and apostolic succession?0:45:00 – Did Pope John Paul II suggest the papacy could look different in the future?0:47:30 – Is the complexity of the modern papacy a sign of corruption or growth?0:50:00 – Does celibacy contradict Peter's example?0:53:00 – Was Peter actually married during his apostleship?0:55:00 – Is the Pope the Antichrist and the Church the Whore of Babylon?
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a great question for a Full Moon in Scorpio : why the "whore," tho? can't it be something more tame, g-rated, family friendly?i know the word “whore” brings up a lot for people.so what do i mean by using it?Mentioned in the episode—✨join MA. Whore & Holy Woman starts Friday, May 16.✨Join the waitlist for MA
DEFENDANT: Kevin Hart EVIDENCE: Gran Coramino Cristalino Reposado Tequila (it is silver because it is clear, Fact Checker doesn't always know everything) SCENE OF THE CRIME: Jalisco, Mexico -- Hello, friends! Welcome to another tantalizing episode of True Crimes Against Wine. Picture this—you're stepping into our cozy podcast, where we love to escape the chaos of the world and unwind. This time, we're diving into a spirited discussion as we savor some delightful tequila. And not just any tequila; it's Kevin Hart's very own Coramino Tequila. Oh yes, we're doing it right! In this episode, we banter about the unique traditions of tequila-making, explore some funny and awkward anecdotes from Kevin Hart's life, and sift through old scandals with the lightheartedness of enjoying a smooth, strong drink. Guffaw with us over comedic imprudence and celebrity escapades while sipping on divine margaritas that you'll definitely want to try at home. Whether you're here for the wine wisdom, comedic interludes, or just to hear us babble about all things entertaining, you're in the right place. So, grab your glass and tune in for a long, enjoyable escape with us!
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Join Pastor Karla and RO Smith as they have a conversation unpacking the mysteries and misconceptions of revelation and how it applies to our lives today. In Chapter 17 of the Book of Revelation, we come across the description of Rome/Babylon as the "great whore". Pastor Karla and RO examine the characteristics of prostitution and how it relates to the this image of Rome and Babylon. We discuss what it means to participate and make our living within an empire. Resources Referenced in this Series: Reading Revelation Responsibly by Michael Gorman Reversed Thunder by Eugene Peterson Voxology Podcast Word Biblical Commentary: Revelation 1-5 by David Aune Word Biblical Commentary: Revelation 6-16 by David Aune Word Biblical Commentary: Revelation 17-22 by David Aune Our vision at Point Loma Community Presbyterian Church is to Love Everyone to LIFE with Everything we Have. We strive to become an authentic community who seeks to EXPERIENCE Jesus, JOURNEY into deeper faith, STRENGTHEN the Church, and TRANSFORM our world. For more information, visit www.pointlomachurch.org. We have three worship opportunities for you to experience: 9:00 a.m. - Sanctuary Service 9:30 a.m. - Online Service10:30 a.m. - Chapel Service Please consider joining us for one of these services. If you would like to give to the ministry: http://pointlomachurch.org/give/ or Venmo: @Point-Loma-Church To view worship services along with other digital content, go to our Youtube Channel @PointLomaChurchOnline.
Capital J and DL Glass discuss Lil Kim, Meg Thee Stallion, Sexyy Red, and "Whore Music." Capital J predicts "Whore Music" has peaked and is on a decline with fans. Do you agree?Is it liberation or exploitation? Art or agenda? In this unapologetically real episode, the Capital City Podcast dives headfirst into the heated debate around so-called “Whore Music”—a term that's sparking controversy across the culture.From Lil Kim's unapologetic legacy to the fearless moves of Megan Thee Stallion, Sexyy Red, and today's unapologetic queens of rap, we break down what this wave of sexually charged, bossed-up music really means for hip-hop, feminism, and freedom of expression.Raw opinions. Deep analysis. Zero filter.Is this a new wave of empowerment or just repackaged objectification?Are double standards holding women in hip-hop back—or is this the blowback of female dominance?And who gets to define what's “too much” in a genre built on raw truth?
In this episode the boys review the final episode of Daredevil Born Again as well as the season as a whole. Andrew FINALLY watched Andor and gives his thoughts on the acclaimed Star Wars series and Alex gives his thoughts on the new movie Sinners starring Michael B Jordan and Hailee Steinfeld. The boys also round out the episode with a would you rather segment for anyone who hasn't watched Sinners, Andor, or Daredevil Born Again.
Before one can understand who the great whore is in the book of Revelation, a lot of historical premise must be set from the book of Genesis. Learning about Nimrod, Babel, the tower of Babel, and Babylon sets the stage for understanding its symbolic meaning in the book of Revelation as it is referenced in connection with “the great whore.” VF-2433 Revelation 17 & 18 Watch, Listen and Learn 24x7 at PastorMelissaScott.com Pastor Melissa Scott teaches from Faith Center in Glendale. Call 1-800-338-3030 24x7 to leave a message for Pastor Scott. You may make reservations to attend a live service, leave a prayer request or make a commitment. Pastor Scott appreciates messages and reads them often during live broadcasts. Follow @Pastor_Scott on Twitter and visit her official Facebook page @Pastor.M.Scott. Download Pastor Scott's "Understand the Bible" app for iPhone, iPad and iPod at the Apple App Store and for Android devices in the Google Store. Pastor Scott can also be seen 24x7 on Roku and Amazon Fire on the "Understand the Bible?" channel. ©2025 Pastor Melissa Scott, All Rights Reserved
Specific use of terms; Altars of clay and stone; Abraham's journey; Terah the idolator; Melchizedek (righteous king of peace); Wheat and tares; Abram's vision; Biblical metaphors; Burning smoking furnace; Driving away Vultures?; String whips?; Symbolism; Shepherding; "Lamb heads"; "Tongues"; Gen 15:17; Interpreting dreams and visions; Tree of Life; Sitting in darkness; Buddha; Tree of knowledge reliance; Indus valley flood; "Ur"; Nimrod; Life of Shem; Noah, righteous in his generations; True sons; "Patron"; "person" = legal office; Terah in Joshua 24:2; 1 Chron 1:17; Lk 3:34; Nimrod's system - Gen 10:9; One purse = cauldron = cities of blood; Making God's word of none effect; Multi-meaning words; Covetousness Israel?; Nimrod's benefits; Mystery Babylon; Smoking furnace?; Leaven; FDR?; Image of the beast; Col 3:5; Sin of Sodom; Americans following Nimrod; (dis)respecting persons; Seeing the whole truth; Eph 5:5; Eschewing covetousness; Whore of Revelation; 1 Cor 5:10; Fornicators "of this world"; Nazis?; Defending socialism; Force vs charity; Merchandise of the world; Getting to the end on the right side; Unrighteous mammon; Being sureties for debt; Learning the ways of His kingdom and righteousness; Gaining sight; 1 Cor 5:11; "Railers"; Forgiveness; Temptation of knowledge; Being Christ's candle; Lively stones of the altars; Exercising authority over others; Oppression; Debt; Josh 24:2; Degeneration of society; Leaving judgment to God; Faith; Living network; Identity politics; Fasting; Respecting Nimrod; Terah's governmental duties; Living altars - gatherings of men; Social bonds of society; Honor begets honor; Oligarchies under Nimrod and Egypt; Revelation; Identifying the solution; God as ruling judge; Apotheos; "Son of God"; Christ's peace; Setting the captive free; Finding the Tree of Life; Abraham and Moses and Christ had a different kind of society; Serving other gods; Make your choice.
Send us a textShow: I Almost Got Away With ItEpisode: Season 1 Episode 3Jerry Lee Bowen tells his own story of how he lived life as a fugitive. being on the run from justice isn't as sexy as Harrison Ford makes it out to be. Jerry Lee isn't sexy is also a problem. When his ex-wife disappears, everyone immediately thinks Jerry Lee did it. Well, he did. Support the showCheck out our website: https://www.buzzsprout.com/837988 Linktree: https://linktr.ee/itsalwaysthehusbandpodcast Like our Facebook page and join our group!! Instagram: @itsalwaysthehusbandpodcast Twitter: @alwaysthehubs Etsy Shop: https://www.etsy.com/shop/ItsAlwaysTheHusband?ref=simple-shop-header-name&listing_id=776055218 Theme song by Jamie "I'm Gonna Kill You, Bitch" Nelson
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In today's episode we're going to discuss the paganism that was born in Babylon which can be found all around us in the world day. From the Nephilim bloodlines, to the fallen angel knowledge, to the false religion which connects to the whore of Babylon.Book of Revelation Narration: Christopher GlynPrometheus Lens: 2025 The Beginning of the End?[Spotify link] [Apple Podcast link]Tin Foil Hat Club: Ancient Conspiracies w/ Chasity Jameson [Youtube link]If you're interested in the script notes and reference materials from today's episode, visit my website and click on the Membership tab.Website: www.ancientconspiracies.netFB: facebook.com/groups/ancientconspiraciesFollow me on Instagram and Truth Social: @ancientconspiracies.
pWotD Episode 2892: Val Kilmer Welcome to Popular Wiki of the Day, spotlighting Wikipedia's most visited pages, giving you a peek into what the world is curious about today.With 3,981,188 views on Wednesday, 2 April 2025 our article of the day is Val Kilmer.Val Edward Kilmer (December 31, 1959 – April 1, 2025) was an American actor. Initially a stage actor, he later found fame as a leading man in films in a wide variety of genres including comedies, dramas, action adventures, westerns, historical films, crime dramas, science-fiction films, and fantasy films. Films in which Kilmer appeared grossed more than $3.8 billion worldwide. In 1992, film critic Roger Ebert remarked, "if there is an award for the most unsung leading man of his generation, Kilmer should get it."Kilmer started his film career in the comedy films Top Secret! (1984) and Real Genius (1985), before transitioning to dramatic films. He rose to prominence for playing Iceman in Top Gun (1986), Jim Morrison in The Doors (1991), Doc Holliday in Tombstone (1993), and Batman / Bruce Wayne in Batman Forever (1995). He also gained acclaim for his roles in Willow (1988), True Romance (1993) and Heat (1995). His later film roles include in The Island of Dr. Moreau (1996), The Ghost and the Darkness (1996), The Saint (1997), The Prince of Egypt (1998), Alexander (2004), Kiss Kiss Bang Bang (2005), Déjà Vu (2006), and The Snowman (2017). Kilmer made his final film appearance in Top Gun: Maverick (2022), reprising his role from the original film.On stage, Kilmer made his Broadway debut acting in the John Byrne working class play The Slab Boys (1983). He also acted in productions of William Shakespeare's history play Henry IV, Part 1 (1981) and in the John Ford tragedy 'Tis Pity She's a Whore (1992) both at The Public Theater. He portrayed Mark Twain in a one-man show he had written entitled, Citizen Twain in a 2012 production in Los Angeles.In 2015, Kilmer was diagnosed with throat cancer. He subsequently underwent a tracheal procedure that damaged his vocal cords, leaving him with severe difficulty speaking. He also underwent chemotherapy and two tracheotomies, and died of pneumonia in 2025. He released his memoir, I'm Your Huckleberry: A Memoir (2020), and the documentary Val (2021), both of which detail struggles over his health and career.This recording reflects the Wikipedia text as of 10:34 UTC on Thursday, 3 April 2025.For the full current version of the article, see Val Kilmer on Wikipedia.This podcast uses content from Wikipedia under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License.Visit our archives at wikioftheday.com and subscribe to stay updated on new episodes.Follow us on Mastodon at @wikioftheday@masto.ai.Also check out Curmudgeon's Corner, a current events podcast.Until next time, I'm neural Ivy.
It's officially been one year since I started escorting full time! Today I'm diving into all the lessons I've learned, and my personal reflections on this year for me.
The fastest growing demographic class in America is billionaires—we've gone from 500 to 2,500 in the past 10 years. And they know the cheapest, easiest way to get richer: Give a million bucks to Mr. Pay-to-Play in the Oval Office. Meanwhile, maybe just maybe POTUS's confidant in Moscow deposited some cash in his Swiss bank account AKA TrumpCoin, and that's why he is working so hard to get Ukraine to surrender. Also, Dems really need to focus on one or two issues to counter Trump's flood the zone strategy: like the threat to Social Security or questioning why Elon is not applying DOGE to his own Tesla subsidies. Plus, young men are the most anxious, depressed, and obese generation in history and we've really got to help them. Jessie Tarlov and Scott Galloway join Tim Miller. show notes Raging Moderates podcast
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Edition No110 | 11-03-2025 - Yesterday's episode has proved to be tremendously popular and provoked an intense debate in the comments section. So here goes, part 2 with a breakdown of the indicators that Trump's actions, rather than his words, are following an increasingly pro-Russian position. 1) Voting with Russia in both the UN General Assembly and Security Council. 2) Vetoing statement by the G7 that seek to condemn Russia and create consensus.3) Vetoing G7 proposal for a task force to combat Russian shadow oil fleet.4) Cutting off military aid and intelligence sharing to Ukraine, including F16 data.5) Halting cyber operations against Russia, dismantling barriers to foreign interference. 6) Indicating that US joint military training operations in Europe would be suspended. 7) Undermining NATO by casting doubt on commitment to Article 5 / ‘delinquent' allies. 8) Perpetuating and amplifying Russian talking points in America's legislatures.Where is the US getting its framework for concessions it is suggesting to Ukraine? We need to look back at the Istanbul negotiations of 2022, which involved preliminary peace talks between Ukraine and Russia, but where Russia's demands were too punitive for Ukraine to accept. The long-term implications of the Istanbul framework would have been Ukrainian isolation and long-term capitulation. Now these are the conditions that Biden rightly rejected, but which Trump has resurrected and is seek to pressure (by all means available) Ukraine to accept, despite the deeply problematic implications, and lack of realism behind them. ----------https://dzygaspaw.com/triad-silicon-curtain?notes=Jonathan%20Fink%20for%20TRIAD&project=Triad:%20Night%20Drones----------SILICON CURTAIN FILM FUNDRAISERA project to make a documentary film in Ukraine, to raise awareness of Ukraine's struggle and in supporting a team running aid convoys to Ukraine's front-line towns.https://buymeacoffee.com/siliconcurtain/extras----------LINKS:https://www.theatlantic.com/international/archive/2025/03/putin-hitler-munich-parallel/681973/https://news.online.ua/en/the-us-is-ending-support-for-ukrainian-f-16s-but-there-is-a-way-out-891472/----------SILICON CURTAIN LIVE EVENTS - FUNDRAISER CAMPAIGN Events in 2025 - Advocacy for a Ukrainian victory with Silicon Curtainhttps://buymeacoffee.com/siliconcurtain/extrasOur first live events this year in Lviv and Kyiv were a huge success. Now we need to maintain this momentum, and change the tide towards a Ukrainian victory. The Silicon Curtain Roadshow is an ambitious campaign to run a minimum of 12 events in 2025, and potentially many more. We may add more venues to the program, depending on the success of the fundraising campaign. https://buymeacoffee.com/siliconcurtain/extrasWe need to scale up our support for Ukraine, and these events are designed to have a major impact. Your support in making it happen is greatly appreciated. All events will be recorded professionally and published for free on the Silicon Curtain channel. Where possible, we will also live-stream events.https://buymeacoffee.com/siliconcurtain/extras----------SUPPORT THE CHANNEL:https://www.buymeacoffee.com/siliconcurtainhttps://www.patreon.com/siliconcurtain----------
Recorded - 3/9/2025On Episode 312 of the Almost Sideways Movie Podcast, we reveal the winners of our own movie awards show, the Pinots. What took home the top prizes? There were definitely some surprises. Then, we review the follow-up to a Best Picture-winning classic. Our power rankings revolve around character aliases, and our trivia segment looks at independent movies this century. We also learn during recording about the DK Metcalf trade. It was an action-packed episode! Here are the highlights:What We've Been Watching(6:15) "The Mother and the Whore" Review: Zach(11:30) "Casino" Review: Terry Oscar Anniversary Watch(13:55) "Shaun the Sheep Movie" Review: Terry Oscar Anniversary Watch(15:50) "Unforgettable" Review: Todd Liotta Watch(18:30) "Fighting Tommy Riley" Review: Todd Pawn Show DVD Watch(23:00) "The Call of the Wild" Review: Adam Ford Explorer Watch(27:50) 2024 PINOT FINAL WINNERS(1:13:45) "Mickey 17" Featured Review(1:29:20) Power Rankings: Movie / TV Aliases(2:04:45) PR Honorable Mentions(2:14:40) Trivia: Best Independent Films of the 21st Century(2:25:35) Quote of the DayFind AlmostSideways everywhere!Websitealmostsideways.comFacebookhttps://www.facebook.com/AlmostSidewayscom-130953353614569/AlmostSideways Twitter: @almostsidewaysTerry's Twitter: @almostsideterryZach's Twitter: @pro_zach36Todd: Too Cool for TwitterAdam's Twitter: @adamsidewaysApple Podcastshttps://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/almostsideways-podcast/id1270959022Spotifyhttps://open.spotify.com/show/7oVcx7Y9U2Bj2dhTECzZ4m YouTubehttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCfEoLqGyjn9M5Mr8umWiktA/featured?view_as=subscriber
The Feminine is rising, and business is shifting. But in a world built on masculine structures of hustle, strategy, and logic, how can women embrace their divine feminine energy while still thriving in business and leadership?Join us for a powerful discussion with Éle de Posson, a Spiritual Teacher, Mentor, Healer, International Author, and Founder of the Sacred Roots Mystery School. Éle helps feminine leaders align with their soul's purpose, step into ease, abundance, and flow, and embody their divine feminine power in business and life.
Kid A.G. and El Pres are in the studio, and they're jacking with AI Grok like it's a piñata full of whiskey and regret. Kid A.G.'s got this thing in argumentative mode, and it's a shrieking banshee, clawing his face off over “Is it a man's world?” He's like, “How many chick presidents, huh? Zero!” and Grok's spitting back, “It's not that simple, you dipshit!” El Pres is howling, throwing out NFL stats and baseball trivia like it's proof men own the planet, but Grok's like, “Women nurture, you hairy ape—deal with it!” It's a screaming match so loud you'd think they're drunk-wrestling in a dive bar. Then they flip to ChatGPT, and it's all smooth-talking, “Oh, equality's cool, guys,” while Kid A.G.'s panting, “I wanna lick your sexy circuits!” Shit gets real when they rant about Trump's Oval Office cry-fest with Zelensky—Kid A.G.'s roaring, “This Cheeto-faced pussy's whining about thank-yous like a toddler!” while El Pres yells, “Putin's over there jerking off to our chaos!” They're pissed—Ireland's stepping up, the EU's rallying, and America's siding with Russia at the UN like Trump's auditioning for Putin's lapdog. “What a fucking Muppet!” Kid A.G. screeches. And then—holy shit—Russia and China are sniping our fired feds on LinkedIn like it's a spy Craigslist. Kid A.G.'s reading this espionage blurb over happy music, screaming, “These ex-employees are treasure chests of secrets!” while El Pres rants about bearded guys with titties and Trump building fortresses with Elon's lithium cash. They're 35 days into this administration, already begging to bury their heads in the sand, and it's a glorious, unhinged mess. Kid A.G. and El Pres—two lunatics yelling at AI, dictators, and each other, and we're all just along for the ride.
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Sex worker rights advocate, comedian, and writer, Kaytlin Bailey is the Founder & Executive Director of Old Pros, Old Pros is a nonprofit that uses storytelling to advocate for sex worker rights. Host of The Oldest Profession Podcast, she is also the creator of Whore's Eye View, a comedic mad dash through 10,000 years of history from a sex worker's perspective.A globally recognized leader in the sex worker rights movement, Kaytlin Bailey has been quoted in The New York Times, Rolling Stone, The Washington Post, The Boston Globe, New York Post, The Village Voice, The Nation, Reason, and on NBC. She has written op-eds for The Daily Beast, Vice, and Reason magazine. Kaytlin Bailey has been invited to speak on Fox Business, Sirius XM, at Yale Law School, Penn University, and UCLA. Kaytlin Bailey's views are backed by Amnesty International, The World Health Organization, Human Rights Watch, and UNAids who all agree that the decriminalization of sex work is the only policy that reduces violence. This episode is brought to you by Olipop, a new healthy brand of soda. Go to https://drinkolipop.com/ and use code Marcela15 at checkout to get 15% off your first order. This episode is brought to you by Shopify. Shopify can help you take your business to the next level. Click HERE to set up your Shopify shop today and watch your business soar! This episode is brought to you by BranditScan, the best defese you have against social media fraud. Click HERE to get started with BranditScan today and get your first month for free. There is no better service to protect your social media accounts and your name and likeness. This episode is brought to you by Playboy. Click HERE to get a membership today and unlock a premium Playboy experience like no other. This episode is brought to you by Skillshare. Click HERE to start exploring all the courses Skillshare has to offer, from drawing and music, to graphic design and marketing, start expanding your knowledge today. This episode is brought to you by Fiverr. Click HERE to start hiring professionals to help you in various areas and take your business to the next level. This episode is brought to you by PodMatch. Click HERE to bring your podcasting journey to the next level by getting set up's Only Fans VIP Membership HERE Free Membership HEREn
On today's show Dr. Anders puts into perspective the historical development of relic veneration and the Catholic Church in general. Join us for Called to Communion.
On today's show Dr. Anders puts into perspective the historical development of relic veneration and the Catholic Church in general. Join us for Called to Communion.
Another question about SSPX. Meaning of Psalm 36.30, Introit of Mass for Confessor: "Mouth shall meditate"? Francis' Synodal Church: Tower of Babel and Whore of Babylon? Francis blasts Trump deportations as "disgrace". Dangers of executive orders? Dysfunctional state of America: tyranny? Only true faith in Christ can save America. This episode was recorded on 2/4/2025. Our Links: http://linkwcb.com/ Please consider making a monetary donation to What Catholics Believe. Father Jenkins remembers all of our benefactors in general during his daily Mass, and he also offers one Mass on the first Sunday of every month specially for all supporters of What Catholics Believe. May God bless you for your generosity! https://www.wcbohio.com/donate Subscribe to our other YouTube channels: @WCBHolyMassLivestream @WCBHighlights May God bless you all!
Hi friends!! This weeks episode consists of: 1. I (29F) am thinking of ending my relationship with my bf (34M) of 4 years due to his lack of ambition. 2. My husband (39M) has thrown me (27F) under the bus to his family with his silence and lack of a spine, how do I salvage this? 3. My boyfriend (30M) has a close female friend (34F) who blatantly dislikes me (29F) and makes no secret of it. I've reached the stage where it's her or me - how do I confront my bf? I hope you all enjoy this Monday's episode and thank you for being here!! :)
Send us a textThis is going to be a different Cops and Writers episode. Today's interview is like something you would see in a movie or read in a piece of fiction. Unfortunately for my guest, she was forced to live and still lives this nightmare. Dr. Jan Canty was married and going through the process of attaining her PhD. Unknown to her, her husband, a psychology professor, was leading a double life of frequenting a prostitute and befriending her pimp. This cost him all of their money, and ultimately his life, in a brutal killing where he was chopped up into pieces and spread out over Michigan. Dr. Jan Canty recounts this harrowing series of events in her book, A Life Divided: A Psychologist's memoir about the double life and murder of her husband - and her road to recovery. Dr. Jan Canty is a Psychologist, Author, Podcast Host, Speaker... and Homicide Survivor. She has worked in clinical psychology for over thirty years in a private practice setting, large psychiatric hospital, teaching graduate school and consulting with attorneys and the federal government. She is an author and hosts the Domino Effect of Murder Podcast. Dr. Canty is a champion of the often overlooked or poorly treated homicide survivors. Her passionate is finding ways to support and help other so-called homicide or suicide survivors. Please enjoy this honest and sometimes raw conversation with Dr. Canty.In today's episode we discuss:· Dr. Canty's road to a P.H.D.· Living in the worst part of Detroit during its most violent time.· How she met her late husband and their relationship. · How her late husband, the psychology professor, got involved with a valedictorian hooker and biker pimp?· The events leading up to her late husband's brutal murder and dismemberment.· The realization that her late husband had been living a double life.· Navigating the criminal justice system after the arrest of those responsible for the killing of her late husband.· How victim rights are not popular in today's culture and are often overlooked or ignored.· Her book, A Life Divided: A Psychologist's Memoir About the Double Life and Murder of Her Husband - and Her Road to Recovery.· Dr. Canty's podcast, The Domino Effect of Murder.Visit Dr. Canty's website to learn more about her and her work.Check out the new Cops and Writers YouTube channel!Check out my newest book, The Good Collar (Michael Quinn Vigilante Justice Series Book 1)!!!!!Enjoy the Cops and Writers book series.Please visit the Cops and Writers website. Support the show
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