Now, most straight folks have little fear of homosexuality, and gay bars become their joint du jour—to the horror of many men and women who wish they still had their sacred space free of bachelorette parties (read Drew Droege's take on this phenomenon).While we don't think the battle of the dance floor will be won anytime soon (and probably shouldn't even be fought), gay bars, even in the age of social integration and online communities, remain an integral space for LGBT communities the world over.My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death.Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy.Captured Snapshots: Pretty girls bound and gagged Centaur Celluloid: Beautiful damsels in bondage and bondage sex! CATS COLLAR: A Mistress chronicles the enslavement of her husband!She uses him to satisfy her every whim with humiliations, tortures and more!As with any list, it's impossible to be definitive.We've taken nominations, suggestions, polled friends and experts around the world, and even done a bit of on-the-ground research.
Everyone has a different way of approaching the deities, whether it be with ritual, song, the visual arts, writing, and thats just the tip of Not all Wiccans believe the same things about the God and the Goddess that I do.The smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-color'd sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn, The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of the wind, A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag, The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides, The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun. 3 I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.One we may wish to share with the world, whether it be about our first pet, how the death of a loved one affected us, a near-death experience, first love, first heartbreak, how someone changed our lives. Unauthorized reproduction without prior permission is a violation of copyright laws.Website structure, evolution and php coding by Fritz Jung on a Macintosh G5.Check out our weekly schedule of live video cam girls!