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Affichage des articles du septembre, 2005

dyke against god hoax

datelinehollywood.com featured an article last week saying: ROBERTSON BLAMES HURRICANE ON CHOICE OF ELLEN DEGENERES TO HOST EMMYS Hollywood – Pat Robertson on Sunday said that Hurricane Katrina was God’s way of expressing its anger at the Academy of Television Arts and Sciences for its selection of Ellen Degeneres to host this year’s Emmy Awards. “By choosing an avowed lesbian for this national event, these Hollywood elites have clearly invited God’s wrath,” Robertson said on “The 700 Club” on Sunday. “Is it any surprise that the Almighty chose to strike at Miss Degeneres’ hometown?” It was a hoax, evangelist Robertson ( yes the one that called for the assasination of President Chavez) never said this in his Sunday television program. But Pat Robertson reacted to the satirical article in a very strange way. He wrote a letter to the editors of datelinehollywood.com : In the letter he states that New Orleans was destroyed because it's the "epicenter of sinful jazz music".

Musical Beds with K.d. Lang

I bought Camille Paglia’s essay collection “ Vamps and tramps ” in 1994 and after reading it again and again for about a year, it remained on the shelf for more than a decade. Ten years mean a lot of changes. But today I find myself reading “ Vamps and tramps ” again. I forgot how much I liked it. Paglia’s writing style is aggressive and direct. She drags you along, then surprises you with her bluntness. The essay “No law in the arena” is Paglia’s “ pagan theory of sexuality ” and largely explains her views on homosexuality, lesbianism, gay activism and theory. In 1994 I had sex with men, not with women. I could understand Paglia’s abhorrence of the closed lesbian community of the ‘90s. I was labelled “straight” by lesbians. Not even the fact that I am a woman granted me any sympathy. Maybe I was just another straight, dick-loving traitor to them. Ten years later, I have seen a fair deal of the lesbian community. I’ve discovered – for example- that lesbian bars are the same all over th

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I don't give in to her pleas. I don't even touch her. I just pull off the few clothes she is still wearing and turn up the heating. Then I sit down and drink whisky. Quietly. That gets her angry. Rage is building up inside her. Her arms are becoming heavy and she' s running out of patience. But she knows we haven't finished yet. For the first time I can see insecurity in her eyes. She has the most beautiful hips: round and brown and soft. When she moves, I can see the muscles in her upper arms move under her skin. I observe her and enjoy. She's standing upright, kicking and cursing. She's too proud and stubborn to admit that she has lost the game. I approach her and push her against the wall with my body. Brutally. She struggles and pretends to be disgusted. Our breasts touch and I shiver. She's breathing heavily into my neck, but she doesn't bite. I massage her nipples and cup her breasts in my hands. I know this turns her on. She’s getting wet now and