You are probably correct....and I know we have locked horns in the past a few times...perhaps we come from polar opposite veiws often, and so I disengage with you, rather than get myself banned for the 90000000000000000000000000 time????

I will most definitely be more mindful of my lack of manners, and thankyou for pointing it out.

Type???...oh sheeee-it!...I dunno if I have a label and category it falls in.

The one that teaches mindfulness, and causing no harm intentially and loving compassion for all sentient beings...

whichever that one is...

ummm...I dunno...have ALWAYS found it excrutiatingly painful to harm creatures, and the natural bushland around me, since I was a tiny child, and electively stopped eating animals at 15...I have always meditated, and always known I am a tiny fragment of the ALL.

I have suspected that this life is a tiny fragment of this soul's journey so found reincarnation sits well with me..

Umm the Tao and Buddhism fit me like a second skin, as with anything though, as soon as it becomes mandatory and desciplined I tend to baulk away from it, as it usually smells of 'man's' intervention, and ego.

Hi jess, I guess it is like the rest of us you just have to wait until that person who will love youjust the way you are comes along. Or if you find him , grab him tie him up and take him home, thats what i am doing, plus there are a million lovely guys in america, we just have to get them back here. How hard can that be

Hiya Josie!...This is so cool to have another aussie chick on here!...

Did you have a rainy xmas day too?...seems like you guys are copping a hammering up there with tropical lows and monsoonal rains... I heard something about ANOTHER deepening low turning into a cyclone in the Gulf...


As to tying men up and dragging their scrawny arses back here to OZ...it's extremely difficult...they all want you to pay them $7!!!




LMAO!


Not really, there are some really great guys on here...and some amazing women, I am sooo blessed with the friends I have made from this site...and have a giant list of those that when they make the trek to Oz are going to come and stay a while.

Me to, I have met some lovely people, and we are coping a few storms up here, and yesterday it hammered down,
I love the storms and cyclones though, and the lighting up here is fantastic, it heads in a million different driections, and yep i have heaps of people who i want to drop in if they come over.
I am heading to america in a few days, so it should be fun, and i will see the snow so that is really cool. Cant wait.

Lee, many of us "march to our own music". People don't understand us & try to bend us to their ways. Just NOT happening. Our lives are what they are. We ask questions that can only be answered, sometime down the road of eternity. Maybe another life or relm. Stay as you are, live your life, it is the only way we know.

Awww Jess. I play around alot, I know.

(Hell, I let this one get a few pages deep before actually throwing in a legitimate response)

Why are you single?

You are too damned strong, independant and self reliant for your own good. (assuming you actually want to get hooked up)

Most societies that I am aware of still have an underlying basis of the male provides for and protects the female. This is an antiquated notion that IS dying but is still firmly ingrained and probably will be for a couple of more generations.

I, myself dig em, wicked smart, completely independant and capable all unto thier own. An equal, ya know? I still would like to be there to provide a physical, emotional and spiritual backup for a woman but it is frustratingly hard when it is the woman who can pick and choose when she needs you. Even when I can see the burdens she carries from a perspective that she doesn't see and thereby refuses to even acknowledge until it is too late.

Kind of like when you took off on the hitchhiking adventure. On the one hand, I thought that was cool, crazy and showed a fiercely confident independance. It also made me want to put a flak jacket and a chastity belt on you and follow you with a sniper rifle to protect you from yourself. Completely unnecessary, in retrospect but, it is not possible for me to ignore the urge to protect those that I care for. If I had been there, you and I would have gone round and round...you would have done your thing despite my concerns and I probably would have packed my s**t and bailed when you left. (I don't deal with being disreguarded very well)

It is a double edged sword. The strengths we have to hold our own is also what cuts away the ties required to bond with another.

To me...you are a sexy and beautiful wild kangaroo hippy hottie, bouncing around the outback, wild and free. Sure I may bring you down with a tranquilizer dart......put a tracking collar on you, tattoo an I.D. # inside your ear and hump you while you are drooling in the dirt. But, eventually, you will look out across the land, give me a smooch then bound away, gloriously free to disappear into the distance with me trying to chase you with my pants around my ankles.

sigh....sniffle....snotbubble....poot

Krups,(E.. )....I so get what you are saying, and yes, I recognise the protective desires we have for those we care for.

And I suspect you have described it perfectly...it?...no, me.... and the type of relationship I require...even the hopping madly with your pants around your ankles!


it is not inappropriate to want to protect your partner, it is inappropriate to demand they conform to your way of thinking...and the example you used is exactly it.

What is the compromise in there?...that the one most concerned for your safety gets the calls..."I am here, I am getting in a vehicle license number blah blah blah"...etc etc...

My mum used to let me hitch hike to the beach, the pub and anywhere, day or night, as long as I called her when I was there, (I was 15 years old!)...I knew she loved me...I knew she was sh*tting bricks the whole time, but she let me go.

Very true Sage....you and I know this....it fascinated me that I wander in, post, then nada...crickets start chirping, a lone blowfly zooms past....nothing.

And even here, after all these years, not a soul approaches me..ever...even the women, they tend to ask my friends about me first before approaching....it's fascinating and ridiculous, I am so approachable...I just may not tell anyone what they want to hear, is all.

Yeah girl...it is gonna take a really strong man to love you and let you go do your thing.

Around here...I used to take off as a kid with a machete and a spear in the middle of no where...exploring old creekbeds. Climbing into holes in the ground. Turning over the biggest rocks I could find. Taking a rope and dropping down into old dried up wells just hoping to find stuff I had never seen. None of the things that freak people out bothered me cause it was just what I was used to. Rattlesnakes, Copperheads, Cottonmouths, Water Moccassins (really poisonous and aggressive snakes), coyotes, wild dogs, scorpions, black widows and brown recluse spiders, all the plants have wicked thorns and needles with some really unpleasant poisons......I LOVED it! 7-8 years old and just take the hell off..drinking and swimming in cow ponds (built up my tolerances), eating cactus pears and catfish or crawdads or frog legs...come home at dark. I had the best childhood.

I doubt I would let anyone else go do what I did without freaking the hell out on them.

I am sure for you, it is just a walk about. Still I would worry about obvious crap like you getting gang raped by Koalas or a big Red Roo stuffing you into a pouch and just taking off with you not able to escape until it stops in Chicago, or a tribe of Kangaroo rats revering you as thier goddess and not allowing you to leave them while they sacrificed wombats and platypi in your honor (though a ceremonial platypus billed head dress would be kinky sexy.)

For me, I prefer the double standard.....I do what I wanna do and you need to be safe and protected.....kinda what I learned from my Dad.

BWAH HAHAHA!!!! you slay me, Krups...


(it IS platypii)...although there has been a huge debate in regards to the plural of platypus...and it is commonly called platypus-es...as plural also.

I had the same kind of upbringing, gone at 7 00am into the bush from around 6 years old..barefoot and bare-legged into the aussie bushland, snakes, spiders, wasps, you name it i chased it....my happiest memories is poking around granite outcrops under lemon scented wattle hunting blue tongue lizards, and often startling a yellow belly black snake instead.

We had a big pond, up in the bushland, that I used to catch yabbies in, and swam in, and caught tadpoles in, or watched the dragonflies do thier thing for hours, and the really cool boatmen skimming on the loooong legs across the water!

I'd come in just after dark muddy, stinking of pond, and scratched and sunburnt to the buggary, with god knows what sticking out of my hair, completely content.


I so get your childhood, it is so similar!

I prefer platypussies. It makes them sound more formidable.
I always imagined that Australia was like Texas...hot, dangerous and beautiful.

Wild, fearless and free upbringings often render souls that are easy to love but hard to capture and impossible to tame. The later is the part which throws those that would have people like us. There ARE people who can accept the wild ones for whom they are with no ulterior motives of attempting to tame them but those beautiful people are as rare as the wild children that we are.

Even when we put on the trappings of the civilized....it is just esoterics. The fearless wildness is still below the surface and is generally not very good at putting up with crap from others. The inability to capitulate no matter what the reasonings (even when it is for our own good) is what leaves many of us to lead our lives on the fringes of the world and usually in a solitary existance. Even when we are fully aware that our own patterns are what leads to our solitude....we do not change those patterns. We can't. Tommorrow you will not wake up to be fearful or unsure or needy....Nope, you will know very well that those horny Koalas are gonna use you like a hooker in Shanghai...and you will boldly walk among them. Cause that is how you roll.

Why do I feel transparent?....hahaha!


I love you, E...but not in that ikky gay way....from one nakey spirit to another...

I think I saw the Platypussies play up in Cleveland in the 80's.......

LOL! You are not alone in this thinking. I can assure you, I've said this to myself and to a friend more than once. I always thought it was because some people think I would start asking for their social security numbers when they talk to me.

I'm usually posting at what I fondly call "the basement", where the movie threads are, and just come up here sporadically. But I can say to you now that I hear you, Jess, and I think it was cool of you to say what you feel in such a straightforward way. (By the way, this is me approaching you and shaking your hand, hello.)

Red_lace...it's pretty crazy isn't it?


...when I posted to Sage, 'even here'...I meant my home town.

...although even here on mingle after all these years, it seems to be a vast chasm between depth, intelligence, and a genuine and indepth dialogue, and the usual dross of whose willing to bonk whom and whose single or taken.


if I wanted so much drivel I could sit at the local gethering place and let it was over me...


...and you already said hello in another thread!...

I hear ya. Those vast chasms will get you every time......

Oh sheesh!... I missed this, sorry T...!

I have a triple dan black belt in origami, a semi passable sash in yoga, and a studded belt in dress-ups...does that count?


I can speak fluent drunk, engrish, Orstraylyan, mouthful and GETHEFUKOUTTAMYWAY...so yep 5 languages...


I have 7 soggy chickens and an ant-lion in my backyard, do they count?


I am the first to admit I luuuurve a good mind war....not stoopid head games, but rather the intellect tousles and the debating from knowledgable experiential parameters....guilty!

T...I is who I is...and I guess I was doing this comparable thing....why, I have no idea...am not quite so regular here,anymore and it seems there is more dross, and less substance to most of the content these days, once upon a time you could really to and fro with another, and LEARN something.


...and I suck at dross!

HAHAHAHA!


were they wearing akubras and R.M.Williams?