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What Nature Intends – What Nature Allows


We’re all born to our bodies, tethered to brains and souls that overtake us as we build our lives.  Lovers and offspring are pivot points, geography counts but only so much.  In the way that Nature does, we need to accept the idea of tolerance. There’s what most of us are and what some of us are; there are prototypes and archetypes.

Our bodies are built with skeletons and stretchy flesh within a well-known range between 4′-6′ tall, not all of us but most of us.  We have established patterns of fat deposits and muscle development and accept wide ranges.  Intellectually we pegged 100 IQ but don’t agree on how to measure it.  Tolerance from the ideal to the real.  Love the one you are, love the one you’re with.

Nature intended sexual function but accepts our deviant ways within tolerable limits for viability.  Nasal intromission is just not going to work.  We learn to see the sexual beauty in others and eventually even ourselves.  This acceptance is key to high quality sensuality in life because the first person you seduce is yourself — you must believe you have a chance.  It is not survival of the fittest but of the fit (close enough).  If you are worried about this lump and that deficiency then you will not understand that those are nothing compared to the heat you are built to make, the caresses unique to your arm length and wrist structure.  The beauty of sharing what is yours, peculiarly yours as it is, tempers the mechanical fact of fornication that it is the same among the species: donkey to pig, rat to human… cheetah to gazelle.

Full tilt boogie on the lovemaking.  Forgive yourself and each other for the imperfections and instead notice what does work, what purrs, what gurgles, and thank Nature for the opportunity.  The most basic working version of parts mesh, the plainest of faces imprint, do not withhold all that you are because of stuff that you aren’t.

As a sexotic writer, I work in a vivid vernacular and seek rowdier readers who may self-identify as loners but travel intellectual circles packing big vocabularies and large spirits.  It is our brain’s intention to read and it is my eccentricity to focus on the carnal and the comical.  I hear back that most people’s advances in sexual self-confidence come from relaxing their standards, from understanding what is mutable and what is not about a lover, a friend, body type, and family.  This is not to say “lower” standards as much as adapt them to prevailing conditions, and recognize there’s more going on than your side of the equation so that you might yourself be judged more kindly.  My erotic-graphic language is a good reminder to think about your sex∞life, to plan to enjoy yourself, and to be glad for any chance you get to BE turned on.

From a technique and physique perspective, Kathleen K. Books are thought-provoking and carved carefully because we’ve drawn a veil across our passion and desire, even as we pulsate with porn-adgraphy in our media.  No wonder our receptors are worn out waggling in response to false stimuli.  Better lovemaking takes time, and consideration for other rewards the self as is shown again and again in our fables and fantasies.  Reading about sex at bedtime is a natural way to pepper your dreams with wayward images; perusing a naughty book on the train takes you away from the mundane.  Nature intends us to adapt to our decisions but allows us to live through our choices.  Finitude (Bingle it, web-wise).


Picture of cuddly dog


– but work is only 1/3 of 5/7 of the week

He had a long plump penis and very powerful hands so I kept seeing him long after we had much to say.  There was so much to do that we didn’t rub each other the wrong way.  He had the same appreciation for my ass, it just drove him wild, he told me, to see it sweep down and around from my waist to tuck tightly to my muscular thighs.  It made the big boy jump, I can attest to that.  We fit all over but it was my special pleasure to ease that significant snake up deep inside myself, knowing a fullness that is indescribable by analogy.  To have a functional place on the body function to full flower is in and of itself a definition of fulfillment.

His ‘thing’ was spanning my lush ripe can with his talented hands and pulling the ass-halves back (apart but inward?) so that everything shifted tighter where we connected.  It was exquisite.  We were generous with each other. He mounded my titties together with all four of our hands to insure maximum “envelopment” of his prick between my tits, and I could lip the tip/top like he liked.  He ate me out with care, understanding it was a language rather than an activity.

The social contract of relationships has little to do with the way I felt when he rummaged in my dress, hissing his whispers in my ear: I was his dirty princess, his red-hot witch.  He smudged me when he touched me but that would wash off later when I didn’t need it anymore.  Even now I feel him notching in, having taken his time and coaxed me to accept the girth of dick, that phallus so much more than the ordinary, gorgeously and proportionally bigger than average when average is already great.



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Why Did Almost All Societies Believe that Women Were Inferior to Men?

Why Did Almost All Societies Believe that Women Were Inferior to Men?

By Quora ContributorAnswer by Dan Holliday
Posted Friday, Aug. 23, 2013, at 11:12 AM

This article talks about why we consider the gender abyss in the terms that we do but, of course, he uses male-pattern thinking and man language to make his point.  His view is presented logically (men love that), with a point to be made (a-hem), but fails to question why it matters so very much for men to be on top.


“There is certainly one way women are superior to men… they are better at being women.”  Kathleen K.

The book Stainless Mary (O Come, All Ye Faithful) asks if bio-plumbing determines destiny.

COMMENTARY by counterculture writer Kathleen K.

In the vivid family fiction that I write, there is an essential choice to be made about love and what it means to that character.  There is wit and stupidity and cupidity and honor but always one element is their existential inventory that is not weighted by genital tissue.

I also write erotic-sexotic literature anchored by the non-fiction cult classic Sweet Talkers (Words from the Mouth of a Pay-to-Say Girl) now in its third edition.  I spent a year listening to people talk about sex and love and hunger and denial.  I taught operators how to sweet talk fast enough to earn us $1/minute (back when gas was 90¢/gallon).  I have studied sexual literature and lived a gender-influenced life.

The proof of the error of the thought that men are superior lies in the outcome of their leadership.  Planet is dirty, money is funny, racism-genderism persist, the diff-abled are marginalized, and crime rises.  A true leader knows the value of all the assets available, male and female, young and old, dark and bright.  When you advance one side at the expense of the other then both lose.  In some ways we’ve come a long, baby; we are at least working on equality of opportunity here in the States and in other like-minded countries.  The societies hiding their women in metaphorical tents descend into rigid mob mentality leading to cultural chaos and loss of life.  Men benefit from complex relationships with women, using them as cum dumpsters is by definition self-defeating strategy.  Wasteful and wicked, dismissive of our combined power to enhance life and encourage splendor.

Women are not blameless in all this but you cannot argue that we’ve ever been in charge.

We endure in a different way.  We triumph at every birth by completing that one act of natural magic unreplicated in our uber-science world.  I can catch a baby from a baster but you need a womb to birth one.  Natural fact.  Mathematics = females arrive with their egg-potential established and will use about 500 of those million maybe-babies over the decades of fertility.  Menstruation and menopause echo in women’s blood-driven lives distinct from men’s reproductive assumption that it is always possible for them to reproduce, even in old age, even minus one ball, sperm springs eternal.

I agree that reproductive responsibilities did shape our roles, where I differ is in the significance of that.  It is not “lesser” to build babies rather than railroads (we’re making passengers), it is not “weak” to disdain battle as unending male pissing contests.  Women use nature as a guide, submit to the cycles of growth and loss.  We call back to the older (smaller) cultures that were one with the Earth, they respected its majesty, and preserved its wild beauty.  Women aren’t thought of as fighters but we conquer:  we do that by letting our bellies fill with hope for a being whose gender is not known.  It is a natural surprise; modern gender-testing is that science stuff intruding. (If we “needed” to know gender before birth for survival there would be a way to do that, we would have evolved some uterine porthole.  We didn’t because we don’t need to know that detail to complete the process).  It isn’t important at the biological level no matter how definitive in life.

It’s like using the Bible (Koran, etc.) for guidance when it is by definition the record of one gender’s view of the world.  I mean, really:  Pope Francis slipped when he admitted he’d rather have gay priests than female priests.  And that’s a stance against their own damn liturgy.  It’s a sign of imbalance to so devalue large segments of your population, this warp in perspective hampers advancement.

It’s a woman’s way to seek collaborative solutions, knowing to gather for strength from within, weaving loyalty.  Men spurt their energy outward with little regard for collateral damage (one of their phrases); it is winner take all in their King of the Mountain value system.  Women know you don’t survive alone.

It isn’t all grim; there’s love afoot and we make progress.  My books celebrate character and catalog the choices we face along the way.  The first step is to be thoughtful, to cultivate appreciation for all beings you meet because they are just as helpless as you are to pick the tint of their skin or the place of their birth.  What they do with that tells the story.

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