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Gee, is it hot in here, or just me?

A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.

Being so caught up,

So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?

Excellent, Castor!

One typo, though:

And how can body, laid in that white rush,

should be "tush".

Ha.
Old Monkey Balls would agree

Ah! Well, then. Knowing this now, I spot another typo:

By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,

Should be...

Wow. No thanks. My parents were too open about that stuff for me. I certainly don't want to relive it.

i prefer to live with the self-created myth that my parents don't have sex, and that my sister and i were artificially insemenated. i know it's not true, but choosing to believe it keeps me stable.

that shit'll scar you for life.

Okay, I imagined them bumping uglies. Now what?

my parents split up when I was little, so all my memories of them together were as young, attractive, twentysomething hippies. we had a lot of parties at my place and yeah... all those free-love-and-lotsa-weed type folks were pretty open about that stuff, so no it doesn't really bug me all that much. it was just something grownups did, like smoke way too many cigarettes and way too much pot (which smelled nasty) and drink too much (which made them act kinda stupid). I suppose I have the cynical views of a six year old towards my rather irresponsible elders to thank for the fact that all my life I've never picked up any substance habits. because it was just something lame and silly my folks did.

what do we win Wedge? or are you just trying to squick us out?

P.S. the same thing used to happen when boys would try the rubber snake trick on me in third grade. I'm a boring victim I guess.

all my memories of them together were as young, attractive, twentysomething hippies. we had a lot of parties at my place and yeah... all those free-love-and-lotsa-weed type folks were pretty open about that stuff, so no it doesn't really bug me all that much.

My parents are immigrant-stock Roman Catholics, so they never had sex, and if they did, they didn't enjoy it. or at least they felt guilty about it.

No problem. My parents were married 39 years when my dad died. A couple things I remember re: their attraction to each other-

Dad buying mom stuff that today would be purchased at Victoria's Secret for Christmas/her birthday. He'd buy her the normal stuff- sweaters and the like- and my mom would open them up and hold them up for fit. Then she'd get to one of "those" things.... hold it up, realize what it was, then quickly jam it back into the box.... and glare (kind of mischievously) at dad.

Also, shortly after dad died, she was talking to me about how much she missed him. Along the way, the statement, "He was so *damned* sexy!" came out.

I think it was great they had that kind of connection; it heartens me as I approach the latter stages of life.

(Mom, by the way, has a new boyfriend, and although she is pretty tight-lipped about their relations, I can easily imagine them getting intimate as well. Or not. Either way is fine.)

When I stay at my parent's I sleep in the bed I was conceived in. I don't like to think of them having sex but they do. Its not going to make me go tear my eyes out or anything.

You always bring up the conceived thing. I swear... ;)

LunaticFringe: Tell yourself that, after all these years, there is probably a new mattress on that bed.

May we just post angsty poems about love?

I ask this chair, I ask the bed: Why?
Why do I suffer and live in penury?
His kisses stopped. He wanted to break you.
To kiss another girl is their reply.

He taught me to live in fire, the threw me there,
and then abandoned me on steppes of ice.
My love, I know what you have done to me.
--My love, what was it I did to you?

I know everything, don't argue with me!
I can see now, I'm a lover no longer.
And now I know wherever love holds power
Death approaches soon... like a gardener.

My parents like drama. But they are Chinese immigrants. They never had sex. They came across four children by finding each of them in the alley. That is how it is done in the old country.

I'm not exaclty sure, anymore, when my parents started using twin beds. I was certainly not quite a teenager.

My parents had twin beds from when I was around 3 years old and they moved into separate rooms when I was 8. Our house only had two bedrooms and I had to share a bedroom with my dad, a situation that lasted until I was 14 and my sister left home, which meant I could move into the room she had shared with my mum.
This is true

I can remember being around 20 or so, and coming in from a late night out. I had to pass my mom and stepdad's room to get to mine, and I was mortified to hear "sounds" eminating from within. I believe I ran past with my fingers in my ears so I didn't hear anything.

Imagine my parents having sex?

I didn't have to imagine it. I could hear them fuck through two closed doors and twenty feet of hallway.

I was 11 at the time. I was mighty impressed.

Oh shit! ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!! You just scarred me for life!
Shit!