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yep..it just takes once lol
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Gaea "Building a lifetime together one day at a time" Courage: the willingness to risk who you are for who you want to be and what you have for what you want You're not who your past says you are, you are who you choose to be today moving forward. |
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![]() Back in 1994, I was a baby dyke in the Navy, stationed in San Diego but dating a woman who was stationed up in Point Magu near Oxnard, CA. One weekend, I went up to visit her and she introduced me to a friend of hers - a man by the name of Shane who was a Wiccan, raised by a mother who was also Wiccan. He was an incredibly tranquil man, soft spoken and so nice - he liked to sit outside and just "be" and because he knew I had an affinity for trees and forests, he encouraged me to sit with my back against a tree to commune with its energy. So I sat on the ground with my back pressed up against a very large tree while the win gently blew all around me and, aside for the occasional bird chirping or animal rustling in a bush, everything was quiet. I was suddenly inspired to write the following. I Cannot Hold Her Her kiss Is so sweet So soft So pure Yet I cannot hold her I hear her Calling to me late at night Past the moon and the stars I hear her Whispering to me softly Through the trees on a warm spring day Yet I cannot hold her She is as gentle as a babbling brook And as rough as the raging seas She is as warm as I need her to be And as cold as she wants to be Yet I cannot hold her I can hear my love I can feel my love Yet I cannot hold her For my love is the wind And I must let her go |
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Wanna go for a ride?
![]() I went for a ride on my motorcycle in north Seattle this past spring and decided to put on my helmet cam to show my POV when riding. This is one of my favorite spots when riding because of all the trees, the little brook by the side of the road, etc - nice and relaxing. I meant to use this same cam during Pride when riding with the Dykes on Bikes but I forgot my memory card! ![]() This year I'll remember to put the damn card in the cam so I can take a video of this rider's POV during the DoB ride. ![]() |
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Parker, thanks for sharing this!! What a great idea. N. Seattle is beautiful. Am excited to do the Cascade loop and highway 2. Give me a shout sometime...would love to head out on a group ride.
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That would be awesome Scoobs
![]() I have a friend down in Richland who went with her hubby to Sturgis a few years ago - bought herself a trike. She came up once to be a "dyke for a day" and ride with us during Pride - she would probably love to join a group ride. ![]() |
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![]() The first things that draw my attention to a woman arent what one might think. It's not the sexy outfit, the perfect hair, the legs that go for miles, or even the tits and ass. It's the little things. The parts of a woman that some take for granted and most never see ........ It always starts with the mouth.
The kind of mouth you can stare at for hours While she tells you about her day, Or a story from her life experience. The kind of mouth that draws you in. Then it moves on to the eyes. The kind of eyes you can get lost in. Deep pools of any color Encompassing the soul behind them. The kind of eyes that see right through All of your bullshit. Finally, it's on to the hands. The kind of hands that show her strength Of character. Feminine and strong, with nails that are painted Or left untouched. The kind of hands that tell her life's story. |
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![]() Before DADT was repealed, I was thinking of working on a spoken word piece about it. A few minutes ago, I decided to put those thoughts down on paper. Don’t ask don’t tell March 7, 2012 Don’t ask me who I am And I wont show you the real me Ask me to volunteer To stand beside my sisters and brothers In battle To watch them die To carry them home In a box Ask me to defend your right To take away my rights To bash me To oppress me To vote against me To keep me from the ones that I love Ask me to protect and defend The Constitution Of the United States While you change it To make sure I am no longer represented By it But don’t ask me who I am Beneath this uniform Pinned to these medals If you don’t ask I won't tell. |
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