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A-Team ask you / Re: WHAT DO YOU WANT TO SEE?
« on: March 17, 2021, 10:11:55 AM »
Tift, I agree with your thoughts on clothing and shoes. I've emailed support as well.
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Quizz, Fav TV, Fav Music, Fav Films, Books... / Re: What im listening to
« on: March 12, 2021, 06:35:00 PM »Probably Will - Concrete Blonde
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_NRi2TCXGY
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Quizz, Fav TV, Fav Music, Fav Films, Books... / Re: Sliding Into The Covers
« on: March 12, 2021, 07:35:40 AM »Siouxsie and the Banshees - The Passenger
(Original by Iggy Pop)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4nAON-MwUPY
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Woman with woman in AChat / Re: Hot Kissing For Women, Clothed
« on: March 09, 2021, 08:57:50 AM »
I would love to see this pose as well.
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Everything about sex and love / Re: Topless Tuesday
« on: March 09, 2021, 08:51:07 AM »Celebrating!
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Quizz, Fav TV, Fav Music, Fav Films, Books... / Re: Favourite Pomes
« on: March 06, 2021, 09:17:34 PM »
More Often Than Sometimes - Shane Koyczan
If I knew what I know now then,
way back when we first met,
I'd point to the sunset and say,
“I drew that for you.
Every now and then you can catch it wrinkling in the rain.”
See, I can talk a good game from the stage,
but if you want to gauge the romantic things said when we're messing up the bed,
the best I can give you is,
“Oh my god,
we're totally humping.”
Regardless,
there's something beautiful about stating the obvious.
All of us do it in those moments when we can't believe it we have to say it.
It's like pinching yourself to make sure you're awake.
Take for example something as simple as touching someone;
we so often say, “You're so soft”.
And the person that touched them last may have said it for the twenty-eighth time;
but today,
I'm number twenty-nine.
And I'm not saying it for her benefit; I'm saying it for mine.
Because there's almost seven billion people in the world,
half of which are men, the number of them is 3.5 billion…
Pretty fucking cool that I was number twenty-nine.
And once upon a time I was first in line for a girl with freckles and strawberry blonde hair.
We loved like an electric chair hooked up to a nuclear power plant and plugged into the sun,
and everything we did had never been done.
I woke up with a smile the next morning that told the world
“I'm number one.”
I think of her more often than sometimes.
And if she ever hears this,
I want her to know that our first kiss tasted like pepper.
I met her on June 27th.
That year it was Yellowknife's first day of continual light
and despite the sun not setting that night we each went home alone,
Even though our parents told us, “Be home before dark.”
We could've stayed out for weeks.
Could've watched the way the sun leaks like liquid over the horizon, casting shadows over all the right places of a bargain bin where love was 75% off, and we were collectively 25 cents away from forever.
There are times in the North
when the sun never sets.
And it gets confusing when we ask ourselves questions like,
“Is it too late,
or too early?”
More often than sometimes we didn't care.
We loved like two games of solitaire waiting to be played by one another.
Her mother once asked me, “do you love her?”
And I told her if there were one million teachers breathing down my neck telling me that the answer is no,
I would say yes.
I guess that was enough for her,
because that girl's father palmed me a condom and wished me a happy birthday.
Even now there's no way to tell… was that awkward, or creepy?
We loved like two hit-men hell-bent on assassinating regret.
Her orgasm a wet gremlin multiplying itself into another.
Her younger brother knocked on the door asking, “What are you guys doing in there?”
And somewhere amid the awesome and the amazing we replied in unison,
“Studying.”
And technically we were.
I wrote notes on her skin in flesh toned permanent ink that would sink and set inside as I tried to underline the important parts of her:
Bellybutton,
birthmark,
collarbone.
Wrote notes explaining that hers felt like silk stretched over stone.
I said, “You're so soft.”
She smiled and said, “Duh.”
Followed by, “my bellybutton is not an erogenous zone.”
And I said, “I hate that word,” and she asked, “Which one?” and I said, “Erogenous.”
I told her, “There's beauty in the obvious, and your bellybutton,
that's where you started, it's where cells divided and grew into you
So let me do what students do best, you can test me later but right now let me study.”
She smiled and said,
“You're lucky this is a take-home test, boy.”
I think of the beauty in the obvious,
the way it forces us to admit how it exists.
The way it insists on being pointed out like a bloody nose, or how every time it snows there's always someone around to say,
“It's snowing.”
But the obvious isn't showing off,
it's simply reminding us that time passes,
and somewhere along the way we grow up.
Not perfect,
but up and out.
It teaches us something about time, that we are all ticking and tocking.
Walking the fine line between days and weeks, as if each second speaks of years, and each month has ears listening to forever, but never hearing anything beyond centuries swallowed up by millenniums, as if time was calculating the sums needed to fill the empty belly of eternity.
We so seldom
understand each other.
But if understanding is neither here nor there, and the universe is infinite,
understand that no matter where we go we will always be smack dab in the middle of nowhere.
All we can do is share some piece of ourselves,
and hope that it's remembered.
Hope that we meant something to someone.
My chest is a cannon that I have used to take aim and shoot my heart upon this world.
I love the way an uncurled fist becomes a hand again,
because when I take notes, I need it to underline the important parts of you:
Happy,
sad,
lovely.
Battle cry ballistic like a disaster, a lipstick earth-quaking and taking out the monuments of my hollow yesterdays.
We'll always have the obvious.
It reminds us who and where we are, it lives like a heart shape, like a jar that we hand to others and ask, “Can you open this for me?”
We always get the same answer:
“Not without breaking it.”
More often than sometimes, I say go for it.
If I knew what I know now then,
way back when we first met,
I'd point to the sunset and say,
“I drew that for you.
Every now and then you can catch it wrinkling in the rain.”
See, I can talk a good game from the stage,
but if you want to gauge the romantic things said when we're messing up the bed,
the best I can give you is,
“Oh my god,
we're totally humping.”
Regardless,
there's something beautiful about stating the obvious.
All of us do it in those moments when we can't believe it we have to say it.
It's like pinching yourself to make sure you're awake.
Take for example something as simple as touching someone;
we so often say, “You're so soft”.
And the person that touched them last may have said it for the twenty-eighth time;
but today,
I'm number twenty-nine.
And I'm not saying it for her benefit; I'm saying it for mine.
Because there's almost seven billion people in the world,
half of which are men, the number of them is 3.5 billion…
Pretty fucking cool that I was number twenty-nine.
And once upon a time I was first in line for a girl with freckles and strawberry blonde hair.
We loved like an electric chair hooked up to a nuclear power plant and plugged into the sun,
and everything we did had never been done.
I woke up with a smile the next morning that told the world
“I'm number one.”
I think of her more often than sometimes.
And if she ever hears this,
I want her to know that our first kiss tasted like pepper.
I met her on June 27th.
That year it was Yellowknife's first day of continual light
and despite the sun not setting that night we each went home alone,
Even though our parents told us, “Be home before dark.”
We could've stayed out for weeks.
Could've watched the way the sun leaks like liquid over the horizon, casting shadows over all the right places of a bargain bin where love was 75% off, and we were collectively 25 cents away from forever.
There are times in the North
when the sun never sets.
And it gets confusing when we ask ourselves questions like,
“Is it too late,
or too early?”
More often than sometimes we didn't care.
We loved like two games of solitaire waiting to be played by one another.
Her mother once asked me, “do you love her?”
And I told her if there were one million teachers breathing down my neck telling me that the answer is no,
I would say yes.
I guess that was enough for her,
because that girl's father palmed me a condom and wished me a happy birthday.
Even now there's no way to tell… was that awkward, or creepy?
We loved like two hit-men hell-bent on assassinating regret.
Her orgasm a wet gremlin multiplying itself into another.
Her younger brother knocked on the door asking, “What are you guys doing in there?”
And somewhere amid the awesome and the amazing we replied in unison,
“Studying.”
And technically we were.
I wrote notes on her skin in flesh toned permanent ink that would sink and set inside as I tried to underline the important parts of her:
Bellybutton,
birthmark,
collarbone.
Wrote notes explaining that hers felt like silk stretched over stone.
I said, “You're so soft.”
She smiled and said, “Duh.”
Followed by, “my bellybutton is not an erogenous zone.”
And I said, “I hate that word,” and she asked, “Which one?” and I said, “Erogenous.”
I told her, “There's beauty in the obvious, and your bellybutton,
that's where you started, it's where cells divided and grew into you
So let me do what students do best, you can test me later but right now let me study.”
She smiled and said,
“You're lucky this is a take-home test, boy.”
I think of the beauty in the obvious,
the way it forces us to admit how it exists.
The way it insists on being pointed out like a bloody nose, or how every time it snows there's always someone around to say,
“It's snowing.”
But the obvious isn't showing off,
it's simply reminding us that time passes,
and somewhere along the way we grow up.
Not perfect,
but up and out.
It teaches us something about time, that we are all ticking and tocking.
Walking the fine line between days and weeks, as if each second speaks of years, and each month has ears listening to forever, but never hearing anything beyond centuries swallowed up by millenniums, as if time was calculating the sums needed to fill the empty belly of eternity.
We so seldom
understand each other.
But if understanding is neither here nor there, and the universe is infinite,
understand that no matter where we go we will always be smack dab in the middle of nowhere.
All we can do is share some piece of ourselves,
and hope that it's remembered.
Hope that we meant something to someone.
My chest is a cannon that I have used to take aim and shoot my heart upon this world.
I love the way an uncurled fist becomes a hand again,
because when I take notes, I need it to underline the important parts of you:
Happy,
sad,
lovely.
Battle cry ballistic like a disaster, a lipstick earth-quaking and taking out the monuments of my hollow yesterdays.
We'll always have the obvious.
It reminds us who and where we are, it lives like a heart shape, like a jar that we hand to others and ask, “Can you open this for me?”
We always get the same answer:
“Not without breaking it.”
More often than sometimes, I say go for it.
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Quizz, Fav TV, Fav Music, Fav Films, Books... / Re: What im listening to
« on: March 06, 2021, 09:16:56 AM »An Ode to No One - The Smashing Pumpkins
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=97sYm0Bkd3Y
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Artist's Alley / Re: Editing cloth textures
« on: March 04, 2021, 10:52:08 PM »
Windera,
I think they look wonderful. I hope they get added to the shop. I was just commenting this evening how much I wish there were more blue dresses.
Welcome to the forums.
I think they look wonderful. I hope they get added to the shop. I was just commenting this evening how much I wish there were more blue dresses.
Welcome to the forums.
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Forum News / Discussion on forums (A newbie's perspective)
« on: March 04, 2021, 12:13:07 PM »
A comment in another thread prompted me to write this and I am not sure what section of the forums it should go into, so I apologize if I have posted this in the wrong place.
The comment in question was about topics belonging to someone or a group of people.
I know I am new to the aChat forums. Maybe things work differently here, but my experience on forums has always been that once something is posted the topic belongs to the community. It is a place for discussion, sometimes agreement and sometimes disagreement. From the perspective of someone new, this idea that certain topics belong to certain people is incredibly unwelcoming. This is a community not a private conversation. If I see a post and I have something I would like to share or comment on I should feel welcome to share or comment. Whether I agree with the original poster or not should be irrelevant as this is a forum for discussion. It is okay to exchange ideas, to agree and respectfully disagree with one another.
Along with that I would like to say that the bullying and mocking of people is also very unwelcoming behavior. It does not matter if the person being mocked will ever know. When a new community member sees that behavior, it discourages them from sharing their thoughts for fear that they will be the next person mocked.
I appreciate that everyone has been kind to me as I dipped my toes into the forum. It would be great to see these forums be a thriving and welcoming part of the aChat community. I think these forums need to be treated less like a personal playground and more like a community for that to happen.
The comment in question was about topics belonging to someone or a group of people.
I know I am new to the aChat forums. Maybe things work differently here, but my experience on forums has always been that once something is posted the topic belongs to the community. It is a place for discussion, sometimes agreement and sometimes disagreement. From the perspective of someone new, this idea that certain topics belong to certain people is incredibly unwelcoming. This is a community not a private conversation. If I see a post and I have something I would like to share or comment on I should feel welcome to share or comment. Whether I agree with the original poster or not should be irrelevant as this is a forum for discussion. It is okay to exchange ideas, to agree and respectfully disagree with one another.
Along with that I would like to say that the bullying and mocking of people is also very unwelcoming behavior. It does not matter if the person being mocked will ever know. When a new community member sees that behavior, it discourages them from sharing their thoughts for fear that they will be the next person mocked.
I appreciate that everyone has been kind to me as I dipped my toes into the forum. It would be great to see these forums be a thriving and welcoming part of the aChat community. I think these forums need to be treated less like a personal playground and more like a community for that to happen.
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Quizz, Fav TV, Fav Music, Fav Films, Books... / Re: Funny Finds
« on: March 04, 2021, 10:12:53 AM »Chuckles. Foxman was with me when I posted that. We laughed together and with each other. Its a nice topic with some really good memories.
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It's possible that the person in the photo that you claimed was Foxman also has feelings. They may or may not be on aChat...They probably aren't, but claiming to think that it is wrong to make fun of others should extend to those who will never know you made fun as well. Otherwise what you're really saying is "it's wrong to make fun and have a laugh at the expense of others if they will find out about it."
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Quizz, Fav TV, Fav Music, Fav Films, Books... / Re: What im listening to
« on: March 04, 2021, 08:48:16 AM »Of Monsters and Men - Hunger
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GYFWsBshnNQ
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Quizz, Fav TV, Fav Music, Fav Films, Books... / Re: Vocabulary word of the day
« on: March 03, 2021, 08:24:59 PM »
hypocrisy
noun
the practice of claiming to have moral standards or beliefs to which one's own behavior does not conform; pretense.
noun
the practice of claiming to have moral standards or beliefs to which one's own behavior does not conform; pretense.
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Quizz, Fav TV, Fav Music, Fav Films, Books... / Re: Vocabulary word of the day
« on: March 03, 2021, 08:08:15 PM »
Kerfuffle
A commotion or fuss, especially one caused by conflicting views.
A commotion or fuss, especially one caused by conflicting views.
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Quizz, Fav TV, Fav Music, Fav Films, Books... / Re: Sliding Into The Covers
« on: March 03, 2021, 01:42:23 PM »Dead Kennedys - Take this Job and Shove It
Original by Johnny Paycheck (written by David Allen Coe)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjlxSRzJI4Y
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Quizz, Fav TV, Fav Music, Fav Films, Books... / Re: Original Limericks
« on: March 03, 2021, 01:06:03 PM »
No. 40
A “master” wanted me over his leg
He promised he'd make me beg
The guy had no clue
So I gave him his due
And with my strappy his ass did I peg
A “master” wanted me over his leg
He promised he'd make me beg
The guy had no clue
So I gave him his due
And with my strappy his ass did I peg