Thursday, October 26, 2006

Blister On Toddler's Penis Tip

whores, PHARISEES AND MEN BUENOS

curro no. Odd jobs I did two days ago, but I quickly closed the snack bar because he has been the rule. Other curran with the rule, there are always ways to contain it, but I do not like. I last long, three days, at most four. So no gigs these days and you're done. I do not make bad, I can afford such breaks.

today I had intended to tell my experiences with the priests. No fucking, because I guess if I've ever had a client so I will cure that. What I have had is very rare that a client asked me to dress up in women of Opus Dei. When you're asked to do things that are out of the norm, you can always negotiate the price of labor high, and in this case, the guy was absolutely devoted to his fancy, at this point that already has come in the mind path of desire until there is no turning back. It happens to the wishes as to the aircraft, when they have too acelarado the runway, if not soar, the track and crash just because travel is no longer to brake. This gentleman in question, I just wanted to dress up, had to act like a woman's Opus, and the game was that it perverted me and made me suck it until it ran, while he was a rosary. After run, the guy came running in anguish of shame and I guess also to blame. I left and take the condom, I wore such a hurry which was buttoning his pants and walking out of the scene (the French do not natural, but even with a condom, men say they love me as I suck) . The case is that the type planned well in advance of this scene. First I bought the clothes, I said that is the same as that put her sister, who must be a numerary of Opus. You had to see me with a skirt to the ankles, very thick tights, women's loafers black, dull, long-sleeved blouse tied to the neck and a chain with the image of the virgin who asked me to put that then brought before running off. Best of all, you asked me to comb her hair and her sister, and showed me a picture of her on a date prior to that had the same hair combed, horrible. For this if I did drop it on pasta, because it was a genuine attack on my hair. So much so that day could not get more customers to return to the salon. The type, in that appointment which gave me the script of his fantasy, he asked me how I found out it was the women of Opus, to work well and give the stick, and handed me a book, The Way, the Bishop may Escribá The priest who invented this order, or sect or whatever it is. My client wanted to simulate in a very rigorous kind of rape or sexual abuse to a numerary (I suspect that by his sister, who is the most terrible), and how he was dressed and the way he talks, his wedding ring, his chain the neck, seemed to me that he too could be the Opus. In short, the latter are speculations.

me process the paper led to me doing a little research on the Opus, which is a world that know only a very tangential ... Of course I do not read road. All I need a few pages to realize that reading was a little more rewarding for someone interested in literature than in teaching. Interests me very fond and slight, theology and I brushed some books on the subject in my moments of doubt, the truth, this is not strong naive, simple and full of candor and emotion of a devotee like John Bunyan, nor depth, almost frightening as a Christian thinker Pascal . I seemed like an intellectual and spiritual scam to hooligans of religion. Instead of road, that little can teach us about what you let them, the affectations of speech and taste, and aesthetic inclinations of the most recalcitrant of Opus (because after all, only trying to mimic the surface of a numerary not inside), I searched in the blogosphere, and found some very interesting and very enlightening when it comes to building the character of poor numerary who would be violated. Before crush anyone want to clarify that in my previous life, provinces met people who had some connection with the Opus, but I do not know to what extent. It was always people friendly and kind to me, and therefore do not believe to be the Opus will make anyone better or worse, like I do not think being a lefty or right, Muslim or Hindu, has nothing to do with the stature of a person . People always say you have this or that value, and defending this or that idea, but in reality, his stature can only be checked in the hard times of life, in war, in a disease, financial ruin , in the moments of heroism is required. Everything else are just stories that people tell themselves to feel better, or to be part of something and escape the loneliness of our hearts ... Do not get lost in a digression. I wanted to tell me I spent hours reading blogs of people's opus, and found true fanatics, with its closed and radical views made me to write reviews, which of course never published, because deep down they are nothing Christians, and their doors are closed to whores, homosexuals and all dirty and sinful people out there, away from his version of Christ. I want to highlight two, the first is a priest who is called Mira Heliodoro and is more concerned with preaching censorship, to define negative the rights of Christians, that is, saying that Christianity is not, rather than that is, putting more emphasis on what not to do that in light ... To prohibit, this gentleman to censure yoga, casts a suspicious look to a practice that only aims to make us better people, or at least, as I understand it, to keep the body healthy. It seems almost like being against pilates or gymnastics, is a product of a persecution almost paranoid look into what has an origin in another religious context ... impoverishing vision of religion that tries to be inclusive, but is kept pure from contamination by foreign elements of Christianity, and declares with certainty that amazing things can not practice then, without compromising the orthodoxy Christian practice, as if Catholicism not be an amalgam of religions, spiritualities and liturgies, which are stacked like layers that have been bringing the mountain from where we are to understand the stars. Don also likes to certify Heliodoro impurity and perversion of homosexuality, which in my opinion, is like condemning a lefty for being left-handed, because nobody chooses to be homosexual and can not be corrected. If it is true that God made us, and therefore God did so to homosexuals and not let them choose their own condition, then, what this man meant to say what God made a mistake in your design?

The second blog that surprised me is that of a post-adolescent, steeped in pride, that 22 years is dedicated to solving moral issues and give advice on the life of the soul, the infinite room full of twists that only the boldest dare to explore, and only the wise know map, soul judging by the way described this kid himself, or knows, or has scratched or has dared to plunge into its depths and contradictions. In your profile, our little moral guidance rather than to describe himself in personal terms, merely list their academic qualifications to cover many of auctoritas and crowned with the aura of the academy, which is where you aupa to speak, by throwing texts and mountains of links that refer us to all corners of the dogma. On the other hand, who by his high stature as an academic should be open to any race dialectic, does not allow dissent on his page, and although invited to do it all kinds of questions, he selects only those in which can look good as interpreter of official texts of the movement, as a Christian turns the other cheek to an easy criticism or cheer-leader of a person who has taken a radical decision with respect to religion. The boy is called Antonio Gonzalez, and his blog is titled "I am Opus Dei numerary, his profile, as told, reads:
I have 22 years. I am Opus Dei numerary. And I'm very happy to be. I have a website with many resources and blog that answers questions about Opus Dei. Moreover, my activities are varied. You could say that I am moonlighting. Better, so I take more time that passes quickly. Last September I finished the degree in physics, and now I'm doing a doctorate in physics. In the morning, aside from the PhD, I am studying Industrial Engineering. I'm in third. I've been doing both races simultaneously, but I recently more focused on physics. Anyway, the most interesting, as far as my favorite, arrives in the afternoon: Work in a youth club, with a large number of partners from Primary 5 onwards.
I encourage you to take a look at your page, because I assure you that you are going to laugh, and much, to the collection of misguided people who come to this dubious oracle. I particularly enjoyed the following entry which I copy to amuse a little, showing you the tip of the iceberg:

I have 16 years and I am from a village in the province of Jaén.
'm very practicing Christian. However curiosity

input into a search engine on the mortification and enter your bloog (BTW very interesting) and I read your words on the subject.
read that you used in these disciplines and sackcloth.
Although I'm young I've been tempted to use them several times, lthough I have never done, first because it was not entirely combencido, second because I have not had the means.
I would like to tell me your esperencia with the instruments of mortification.
I'd like more or less detailed pain produced by wounds and stuff.
not think I will ask for masochism.
Like I said I've been tempted to use them.
I would like also to tell me the spiritual benefits received by these practices.

antamano thank you your information.
A Salute.
As the Internet has the ability to interlink everything and create communities of thought that cross oceans and borders, I was soon finding other priests and religious who returned to restore my faith in the Church, or at least in the confines of the Church, there is always good men like Jesus, not afraid of anyone, do not close doors anyone, nor soul, nor those of the blog, and good listeners, leaving others to be judged by, and instead of preaching with confidence and pride, they do it with love and with enthusiasm. Unfortunately these treatments, increasingly, are at the extremes of Christianity, on the outskirts of the church, lost in a remote community. But a little of its light enough for Antoniogonzalez Heliodoromiras and stay in simple story, and for people who like this fucking cynical and unredeemed who writes, you need to know from time to time, there are good people, we lay quietly, knowing that good does not have all been defeated. In this journey through the web, I found Father Cristian , Concon, Chile, and Deacon Maurice of Playa Ancha. Humble priests, with their small parish, there in the end of the world, facing the sea, with no grandstanding, no grand pronouncements, unpretentious ... Who could feel God within themselves, as they ought to feel them. Although I do not believe, or do not know if I believe, I am comforted to think that if I read it, would pray for me.

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