Path: utzoo!utgpu!jarvis.csri.toronto.edu!mailrus!cs.utexas.edu!tut.cis.ohio-state.edu!pt.cs.cmu.edu!andrew.cmu.edu!fc0h+ From: fc0h+@andrew.cmu.edu (Francis Stanley Cwiklik) Newsgroups: alt.sex Subject: Various stuff/poem (long...) Message-ID: Date: 19 Jan 90 07:10:55 GMT Organization: Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA Lines: 198 Happy '90's, all!!!! I arrived back to school from my Xmas break on the 13th, and have been spending about an hour or so a day since then sifting through all the piled up messages. Well...! To sum up my admittedly unimportant but, for me, terribly fascinating opinions (which are just as valid as anyone else's, nyahh) on various topics... gypsy--- bless you! I am extremely touched and impressed by what a strong, determined, I-won't-take-no-shit kind of woman you are! You have a remarkable survivor's attitude that is so rare in this godforsaken "kinder, gentler" age, an attitude (yours, that is) that makes me extend to you a big, reassuring computer hug! Don't let any of these self-absorbed assholes bring you down! Something one of my teachers, Arthur Giron, said to me this year holds quite true in this situation, and in many others brought to light in the past month of stuff... "Beware the tyranny of the weak. They will tear you down and trample you underfoot because that is they only way they will ever get ahead." Stay strong! re: sonja-- I think i have developed my first net crush... :-) to anyone with whom I communicated via e-mail before Xmas break-- mail me!! I didn't give up on you-- I just didn't have a computer to play with!! :-( I was fascinated with the discussion on the case studies and the appeals to women as to revealing what they find attractive in men. Now finding myself single for the first time (I was going out with my ex for 18 months when we split up in Nov., and, before that I was not really single, as I was young, not terribly confident, not terribly popular and even more hideously unattractive than I am now :-) -- this, however, is my first venture into the "single life" since gaining blessed maturity), I have no frigging idea of what I am doing. Firstly, (I would like to have two or three sexually, emotionally stimulating relationships at once, nothing deep and serious, but not just gratuitous one-night stands, either. I have tried meeting women, but to no avail. I have very little experience in "pickling up" women, am quite horrible at it, and am so inept at attempting to meet women to whom I am attracted for one thing or another, that no matter how hard I try not to, no matter how much confidence I put into myself when attempting this, even when I am just looking to make a friend (that's right just a friend), I come off like a real sleaze. All of my female friends realize that, as ruthless as I may be when it comes to my career (ok, maybe not ruthless... :-) ), as obnoxious and noisy as I may get sometimes, I am essentially a sweet guy who tries to be as good a friend for people as I can. They therefore know that I am not a sleaze. This, however, backfires rather like the case of the poor guy who explained that women whom he knows seem to only be able to think of him as a friend. Case in point: I am fairly good "buddies" with a woman I met through a very good friend of mine. I like hanging around with her a lot. She is pretty much everything I like in a person, be it male or female-- intelligent, funny, caring, honest, a little goofy, pretty confident-- pretty much like me (gee, that probably sounds arrogant...). OK, so she and I get along real well, and she seems to like me a lot, too, as she is always quite excited when we bump into one another. I am, however, quite sure that she does not-- strike that-- for some reason, CANNOT see me as a potential SO, in any way shape or form. I happen to wish quite a bit that this was not the case. This has happened to me on many an occasion in the past, and it gets really frustrating. I don't know why this happens. I also REALLY want to know what women like/dislike about men. I really want to know if there is something in my character that turns off/turns down the majority/consensus of women-- so that I have a better understanding of how I seem to look to everyone else-- I am NOT going to change myself, as I am pretty comfortable with who I am, where I am going, and who I try to be day by day. But I do want to know where I stand. And, finally, I must say, the fiction (what little of it there's been :-\ ) is getting better and better-- the poem on the one-night stand was quite remarkable, wonderful stuff-- I have attempted to write something myself for submission, and herewith, for your enjoyment, is the result... lay down beside me i want to feel the morning light bouncing from your alabaster skin when we wake i care about nothing else in the world right now than making you feel beautiful as beautiful as you look tonight as though any man ever could breasts small, firm pinkish circles at the tips, small shafts of skin jutting upward from them two more eyes staring at me unblinking they want me to kiss them and they smile at me and they say rude things that would anger me otherwise but instead i feel free i nuzzle at your throat and you murmur like a kitten your collarbones like perfect plaster the car drives by shooting shadows on the wall ruby red lips you pierce me your eyes shut they won't let me in i have to tease you out your shoulders run my tongue along them, slowly i want to do it so slowly that time will stop your skin like velvet we brush good clean like cats in the wilderness look at your hand it's bleeding heat you feel like a child in my arms your breast one nipple in my mouth lightly tugging teasing i trace the contours of its shape up to your armpit kiss you there you shiver like a winter wind kiss the fold of your arm my fingers caress your stomach oh feathers run my hands softly down the small of your back kissing your stomach so so so so softly hardly even touching lips you sigh, moan you sound as if in a dream oh god i want to make you die and breathe between your legs now teasing the hairs now the smell of you the factory now kiss my tongue darting --read just let go can you feel it now just imagine it-- --you let go and your body doesn't know it's not there-- i kiss, dart, caress your thighs i feel like i am sitting in the petals of a rose down your legs kisses like pearls no sleaze clean like children soft-- you sigh you can't take any more neither can i really... i rise you pull me up i feel like god i enter you slowly like a glove velvet and you feel like rivers i sound like music can you hear the world? it's all coming in clearer with each stroke the sound of our flesh stroking is an elderly nun's habit, happy, content, rustling in the summer wind my closed eyes a dead man's hand your lips a forest can you hear them crying in africa? do you feel them dancing in moscow i feel the laughter from the children by the desert i feel the rain from ireland you are an ocean i am a sea nothing else in the world i am a butterfly someone next door is playing a song i don't care and everything flashes as they take the picture the poets in my head the sylphs they call they flash their camera inside of me and into you so that we both remember i feel like god he feels enormous i am a cat soft kiss you let's sleep like velvet tonight and look like the dawn tomorrow it's ok, anyway-- And I'm sure the ee cummings folks will get a kick out of it :-)... More to say, not sure how to say it... take care and stay happy... ---frank ********************************************** "I feel good." ********************************************** EMAIL TO: fc0h@andrew.cmu.edu All replies/messages/proposals/ramblings/erotic letters welcome.