Fucking Awesome

muffy bolding

I am sitting here watching this video both belly laughing AND belly crying at the unabashed joy of these wild, delightful young men.

In the ancient depths of our Reptilian Brains, this is what we ALL dream about. This is what we REMEMBER:





Without fear.

Cheating death.


Watch this…and remember.

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no fear

muffy is fearless and I love her

muffy bolding

This week, the dark, blustery chill of Fall has finally arrived in Los Angeles, and with it, right on schedule, the return, for me, of THE FIRE.

As a result, I had a rather interesting self-revelation recently. Over a huge, piping hot bowl of vegetable soup at a Jewish deli, it suddenly struck me that, as a writer, I have ZERO interest in writing about or exploring stories about romantic love. SO. GOTTDAMNED. BORING. Christ, ANY motherfucker can fall in love with another motherfucker because your chemicals and genitals are gone wild and all aflutter. I am NOT impressed. For me, it is a much more fascinating and riveting proposition to explore and chronicle relationships between two (or more) people who will NEVER fuck, have NO INTEREST in fucking, but yet remain inextricably bound one to the to the other by something much larger, much deeper, and more profoundly enduring…

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muffy ~ withered debutante’

muffy bolding

For reasons which strike terror into the very core of my being…the past week has been one of the most difficult of my entire life — and the worst part is, I didn’t even see it coming. And, yet…there it was, upon me, snatching the breath from my chest and bringing me to my goddamned knees. Believe me when I tell you, that without the clear-headed logic, reason, compassion, devotion, and brilliance of Gregory…I would most definitely be a goner.

At the moment of impact, my very first thought, as insane and unlikely as it sounds, was a notion from one of my favorite childhood books, C.S. Lewis’, “The Magician’s Nephew.” It continues to echo in my head:

“The Sorceress Jadis was indeed the first evil to enter Narnia on its original day of creation…and her corruption would impact it for ages to come.”

Jadis has indeed entered my world…

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More Muffy Love Her

muffy bolding



“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.”— Henry Miller


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Ever Wonder Who Makes Those ‘Anonymous’ Masks? A Factory in Rio de Janeiro

This Might Be of Interest ~

pundit from another planet

Máscaras para manifestações

Mass Producing Your Fake Revolution

[Note: I computer-translated the source text from Portuguese, so the English is irregular]

A factory in Sao Goncalo, the metropolitan area of ​​Rio , is producing per day , about 800 masks model “Anonymous ” – an activist group popular throughout the world. The pieces are supplying the demand of the protesters who are going to the streets in Rio and other states to protest against the governments.


“What surprises me is that we are selling more items for individuals who for shops. A person comes to us and takes about 300, 400 masks, while the resale companies are buying about 60”, says Olga Valles , administrative partner Condal factory.

The parts are resold for approximately U.S. $ 6.00. The production is being distributed throughout the country.

“We’re also selling to Brasilia and Belo Horizonte. On other occasions , we also…

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Leading The Men Back To The Women

You Will Love this I do !!!

Jamie Catto

There’s a scent of reunion in the air. The women want their men back, and I have a foolish and lyrical notion that we can be the Pied Pipers, leading the men back to the women. Our task as men is to re-awaken each other’s maleness and leadership again, but this time expressed through our compassion and service, not our control and dominion.

Over the last 100 or more years, women have understandably lost their trust in men in general. This shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone. Fragile-ego’d, self-seeking, solely cock-driven, permanently adolescent men have abused the planet on every level. The air, water, and soil are polluted, the animals violently killed, the children uneducated and the old people uncared for.

And it may sound radical to say this, but there has emerged a masculine edge in women, which has crept in during the past half a century. It is…

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