I Don’t Want To Belong To Any Club That Will Accept People Like Me As A Member

In my last post I talked about people who upon learning that I am an atheist either feel the need to discredit or demean my beliefs by bragging about the perceived superiority of theirs, or want to shine the light that leads to Jesus. The discrediting, demeaning people are close-minded douchebags and I don’t want to talk about them. Although I suspect I’ll end up doing just that because they piss me off and I’ll eventually say something clever and sarcastic about them that they probably wouldn’t understand anyway since they tend to be more literal than literate (and so it begins …..).

What I want to talk about are the people who try to convince me of the existence of a higher being or persuade me to adopt some religion, or as some have said, to change my religion. While there is some debate over whether or not atheism is a religion, I fall in with those who argue that it is not. So as far as I’m concerned I’ve got no religion to change, and I also have no desire to adopt a religion.

I don’t pretend to be baffled by why they do these things. I understand that for some it’s a very simple equation: disbelief is bad + belief is good = get heathen to believe. I imagine that others have such a strong, ingrained belief that they can’t fathom a life without God in it and probably think I’m just an empty, soulless husk of a person who can only benefit by being filled with the light of the Lord.

It’s also possible that my take on atheism … I don’t believe a God exists because I’ve never seen proof that one does … may be a factor. It’s not unusual for someone to hear this philosophy and attempt to totally blow my mind by hitting me with something profound that I’ve never heard before like, “What about trees and oceans? Aren’t they proof that God exists?” Uhhh … No. They are proof that trees and oceans exist. It seems that these folk fail to hear the first part of my statement: I don’t believe a God exists. Not I might believe or I could believe, but I don’t believe. It’s not a maybe and I’m not looking for answers. It’s a statement of my disbelief. Period.

Which brings me to what I really want to talk about, which is the assumption that attempting to cram ones beliefs down the throats of others is acceptable behavior. I know this is not a new topic and that it is neither confined to religion nor practiced by all religious people. However, for the sake of convenience I’m going to generalize and may lump people into groups they don’t necessarily feel they belong to in order to avoid the need to qualify every statement and opinion with the assurance that “I know not every group/religion nor every person in it does this/feels this way.”

I am of the opinion that everyone has the right to believe whatever they want to believe. Further, I respect your right to your beliefs and unless in the midst of a debate or discussion, I don’t feel it’s my place to challenge or question them. Obviously, respecting your right to believe whatever you want to doesn’t mean I agree with you or that I don’t think some of your beliefs are silly. For instance, I believe that food is food and calories are calories and that there’s no harm in eating after some arbitrary magic o’clock. Unless you’re a Mogwai of course. Also, you are perfectly free to believe that the Earth is only 6,000 years old. I would tend to disagree with you however because DINOSAURS!!

So while our opinions may be at opposite ends of the spectrum, or logic writhes and squirms in my brain trying to claw its way into words, unless asked I will keep my mouth shut … and I think it only fair that you give me the same consideration. Because it seems to me that failing to realize, or worse, to care that I might take exception to you encroaching uninvited into my space with your philosophies and beliefs teeters on the edge of dangerous territory where you might also feel comfortable acting in ways that infringe upon my rights or beliefs. I don’t know if it’s human nature, or maybe just human behavior, but when standing behind strong beliefs we’re terribly adept at justifying even the most unjustifiable acts as long as we can find a way to rationalize that what we’re doing is right. For instance, I know at least one of The Ten Commandments says thou shalt not kill, yet it takes only a couple of mouse clicks to find a plethora of pictures of hooded, white “christians” proudly posing under Strange Fruit trees.

So I wonder what the rationalization is that justifies clean-cut Mormon boys on bikes and groups of JayDubs knocking on my door trying to sell me on their brand of religion, or various other Christians trying/hoping to convince me to accept Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior, while many of these same groups are getting their panties all in a wad and railing against the evils of Homosexual Recruitment? Why is it okay for them to recruit but not us?

But let’s set the record straight first, shall we? Religions recruit … you know it, I know it and they know it. We’ve all had the knocks on the door, looked out the peephole and pretended not to be home. We’ve laughed at the jokes told by comedians. We’ve been handed pamphlets and been preached to by well-meaning friends. I don’t know if it’s a pyramid thing, or they earn prizes or get a better seat in heaven, but I know a lot of them are really eager to sign up as many new members as they can.

Now, when have you ever been approached on the street, at school, at work or in a social setting by someone inquiring as to whether you’d like to cross over? I’m not talking about flirting or mistaking you for the wrong orientation … we’re all hit on by people we’re not interested in and we just say “no thanks” and move on. I’m talking about someone really trying to convince you that gay is the better way. And have you ever answered a knock at your door or emerged from a grocery stored or your preferred house of worship to find a crowd of gay men and lesbians waving copies of The Advocate in your face and asking if you’ve taken Ellen or Anderson into your heart? Yeah … I thought not.

Gays do not recruit … and we especially do not recruit children. Know why? Because we don’t have to. Parents all over the world, the overwhelming majority of them heterosexual, are producing enough gay babies to keep our numbers at sufficient levels. Also, we have a temporary volunteer program that operates quite successfully on its own with almost no effort at all on our part.

I can’t speak for the men, but the women’s program works something like this: you’re having a conversation with a straight woman and at some point she says something like, “I’m not a lesbian or anything …” and a little internal alarm goes off because this is generally the cue that she may be on the verge of volunteerism. Now, she may go on to tell you about an experience at camp when she was fourteen or a drunken college experiment, which is generally just her way of relating to you and letting you know that she’s cool with your non-hetero-normative ways.  Or, she may end the sentence with “But I’ve always wondered/thought about what it would be like to be with another woman” (oh, quit looking around all innocent-like … you know who you are and you know you’ve done it).  This is the point where in my head I do the ‘How I Met Your Mother Barney Stinson breaking the fourth wall “Oh yeah!” grin’ (sorry, couldn’t find a YouTube clip – you’ll have to watch the show if you don’t get the reference).

Like I said, I’m not exactly sure how it works with the men but I imagine it might go something like this:

Straight Guy:   It’s not like I’m not gay or anything …

Gay Guy:   *internal alarm*

Straight Guy:   But I always thought a dude would be better at sucking dick ’cause they’d know better than a chick what feels good to another dude.

Gay Guy:   *Barney Stinson*

While I get my share of potential volunteers, I accept only a select few into the program because not all who sign-up do so simply because they’re comfortable with their sexuality and are looking for new experiences. Women also volunteer because they want emotional intimacy, or they think they might be gay or they’re being pressured by a boyfriend/husband to find another woman for a threesome … the list goes on. So although I’m quite willing to sleep with a straight woman if she just wants to give lesbian sex a whirl, and I’m not opposed to participating in the occasional healthy, we all want to do this and we know our boundaries threesome, I’m not a predator and I do my best to assess the situation to make sure she’s volunteering for the right reasons, because I don’t want to take advantage of someone who’s in a vulnerable situation.

Well, it seems my Adult Tangential Tendency (ATT) Disorder has run amok and I’ve lost all control of this post and the point I was trying to make. But I think it had something to do with understanding and accepting that not everyone wants to join your club, no matter how awesome you think it is; that it’s hypocritical to accuse someone of doing something you say is wrong while you’re doing the very thing you’re condemning them for; and, that there’s a big difference between doing something because it’s the right thing to do and doing it because you’ve rationalized that it’s the right thing to do.

And on that note, I’ll close before I digress yet again.

Between The Sheets

In August 2010 NewDissidentRadio.com began airing Between The Sheets with Lora Somoza on Wednesday afternoons (4:00 PM, PST — previous shows are archived so you don’t have to wait for the next broadcast to get a little taste), a show so deliciously dirty it single-handedly puts the hump in Hump Day. Along with her co-host Amanda Smash Hyde (in my head I can’t help but picture an enraged, green, heavily-muscled dominatrix with pink eyebrows pummeling Danny Masterson’s character on That 70s Show whenever I think of her name … Amanda Smash Hyde! Grrrrr! … Don’t make her horny. You wouldn’t like her when she’s horny) and a parade of guests Somoza takes a comedic look at all things sexual, from ass-play to zombie fetishes (okay, I don’t know for a fact that those aroused by the living dead have actually been discussed but it starts with a “Z” and it would make an interesting topic, especially at this time of year … is someone from the show taking notes?).

If there’s any downside to the show it’s that it’s on the radio. Aside from being hysterically funny, Ms. Somoza also happens to be wicked hot, which is not apparent over the air but is abundantly clear in this picture:

Armed with this knowledge listening to her talk about sex can cause reactions that are the polar opposite of the creepy ones you may have once experienced when Dr. Ruth Westheimer explored similar topics.

I’d find it easier to masturbate to the show with a little visual assistance and fortunately someone was kind enough to post on YouTube a number of videos of the show being recorded, which makes my self-abuse much more productive. Unlike the wonderful world of my imagination, however, there isn’t a clip of Ms. Somoza bent over the desk in the broadcast booth with her dress bunched up around her waist. But I guess beggars can’t be choosers. We can however be hopers and dreamers … so to the powers that be, please consider this my formal request for such an upload.

I should also mention that aside from her weekly radio program, Lora is also a contributor to The Huffington Post and has written a book, Bliss In The Bedroom. That’s right bitches, she’s a published author. So if you don’t tune into her show simply because you trust my recommendation and respect my opinion, do it because she’s kind of a big deal and therefore better than us.

By posting this I realize it may appear as though I’ve sold out to the Internet Radio Man, man! Or perhaps I’ve given the impression that I’m plugging a *friend’s show simply out of the goodness of my heart. Let me assure you that nothing could be further from the truth. I remain the shallow purbert you’ve come to know and tolerate and as evidence that this post was motivated purely by personal gain I offer the following Facebook exchange:

Me: I put a link to Between The Sheets on my blog. Is that cool?

Somoza: I would totally give you a reach around if you were here right now. Thanks!!!

Me: *rings doorbell*

Somoza: *grabs lube*

Me: *wonders what she’d get if she did a whole post about the show rather than just having the link … also hopes it’s Liquid Silk*

Somoza: You’d get a liquid silk sponge bath and finger-banged by my sock puppet.

Me: Do you have the Law & Order: SVU sock puppet collection? Cuz I wouldn’t mind getting double-teamed by Olivia Benson and Alex Cabot. You can wear the Eliot Stabler puppet on your foot if he wants to watch.

Somoza: I just tweeted this: “I just had a conversation that had ‘Law & Order: SVU sock puppets’ and ‘finger-banging’ in the same sentence. That’s normal, right?”

My work here is done. I’m ready for my sponge bath Ms. Somoza …

*Although I am deeply in love with her (wait … maybe it’s lust … which is the one where you have recurring dreams about their perfect “suck it Jolie, you’re not the only one with lips” lips??), I must admit that I’ve never even talked to Lora Somoza. The extent of our relationship is the occasional bone she tosses me by ‘liking’ my comments on her posts (which makes me go all Sally Fields getting an Oscar) and being kind enough to respond to the messages I send rather than filing a restraining order against me. I use the word ‘friend’ strictly in the Facebook, person I’ve never actually met sense.

Pretty Little Love Notes

Since the dating site I joined promises that “it’s fun, it’s free and you could be hooking up by tonight” in an effort to attract members, I harbor no hopes nor dreams of receiving love poems or finding romance. But perhaps I expect too much by assuming that the filter options I choose will actually filter potential matches for my preferences. I don’t expect everyone to be 100% in-line with my likes and dislikes, but I think some things are much more obvious deal-breakers than others. Off the top of my head, I guess that might be something like … ummmm … HAVING A PENIS!!!!

I continue to get e-mails from men despite the fact that my profile screams LESBIAN!! A few are friendly and just write to say they like my profile or wish I played for their team. Others send pictures of their penis … just what every lesbian hopes to find when she opens an e-mail. While I’m not posting any penis pictures for your viewing pleasure, I thought I would share some of the more interesting messages I’ve received lately.

Sender: mature_f_fucker
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 19, 2011 1:12 PM
Subj: Hi

Hı beatifull layd. My name is Murat and I live in İstanbul. I am 33 years old and I love mature woman and sex Because mature lady is very beatifull and sexy. I want you perfect layd ! My msn adress ; [hidden]@hotmail.com baby. Please add and contact me baby. Kiss you my layd

I’m once, twice, three times a layd …

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Sender: cuniglius
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 18, 2011 7:51 PM
Subj: passion

I love a women’s body , I love touching and kissing it entirely , I wanna squeeze you as I lick you flicking my tongue on your clit , rubbing our bodies in sweaty ecstasy , my mouth completely surrounding your vagina , as I drink your cum when your trembling in my lips , the lick your asshole and suck your feet , licking up to your labia again , I can’t get enough of going down on you , my hands never stop touching you , cupping your breasts , kissing your neck , your shoulders your back , blowing gently on the wet kisses , grabbing your ass I set you on top of me , letting you grind , I would do anything you asked anyway you like ,if you want it kinky , Im an artist with many touches , if you want it rough , whatever it takes to please you e addy [hidden]creationfloors at the gee mail Im a generous man

You had me at ‘sweaty ecstasy.’

Just kidding! You actually didn’t have me until ‘Im a generous man.’ Will you give me $500 and promise to never, ever contact me again?

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Sender: womanR2Bhappy
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 18, 2011 6:52 AM
Subj: perversion

two no limitw slaves for use… you can whore them out and let others pay to use them… they will be delivered where you request when you request… you provide women or i can… i watch ans see my propert yused… lets do it

As a rule I’m against slavery, but my house really needs a new coat of paint. Can they bring their own ladders?

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Sender: Vtwinnn2
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 15, 2011 2:28 AM
Subj: hi

hi how are you today?? hmmm wot are you doing now?? msg me ok,, love to hear from you,, wood you like to see my hard cock???

hello i am fine.. ummm making fun of you on my blog.. no,, too bad,, I most certainly woodn’t…

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Sender: Arjor1
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 9, 2011 1:08 AM
Subj: HOLA

HOLA AMOR..ME GUSTARIA CONOCERTE Y QUE NOS PODAMOS VER ATRAVEZ DE CAMARA PARA ASI DARNOS..MUCHO AMOR..Y PLACER..TE DEJO MI CORREO…..[hidden]@gmail.com….escribeme amor..soy de Chile..besitos..Arnoldo

HI LOVE..I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW AND THAT WE CAN SEE OURSELVES JAUNT OF CAMERA FOR US..MUCH LOVE..AND PLEASURE..I LEAVE YOU MY MAIL …..[hidden]@gmail.com … .write me love..i’m from Chile..kisses..Arnoldo

Either Google Translate isn’t fluent in Spanish or Arnoldo was awfully drunk when he wrote this. What the hell is a ‘jaunt of camera’?

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Sender: medmiko
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 5, 2011 1:55 AM
Subj:hello sexy

hi sexy how are you i want to fuck sexy

Seriously? You took the time to put in the little devil emoticon, yet you couldn’t manage to capitalize or punctuate a 10 word sentence?

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Sender: thomas4u
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: September 15, 2011 3:57 PM
Subj: hi

Ohh My GOD and Good Day to you!!! My Name is THOMAS and am new on this dating site and you ? i really enjoyed reading ur profile and it’s hard for me to believe why such a handsome looking man like you be alone over there without getting ladies chasing on you. Well am really impressed by your profile and I would wish to get to know more about you to see where this will go and also if you are interested in me,send me an [hidden]@yahoo.com….send me an email so that i can send you my pictures and tell you more about me and see when it will talk us too. THOMAS

Nothing makes me consider exploring my hetero-curiousity more than being told I’m a handsome looking man. Flattery will get you everywhere Thomas!

I Want To Be A Movie Lesbian!

Whether it’s an FWB or a committed partner, there’s nothing quite like having someone who knows exactly what you like, where to touch, how fast or slow you to go, how hard or how gently. Someone who knows your buttons and can get you off every time without diagrams, manuals or endless instruction … “okay, a little to the left, now go clock-wise, a little harder.” While, as noted in a prior post, I had that for a long time, I am now craving someone new. And not just new to me, but new<-new … I want to be someone's first experience.

I admit I’ve fallen victim to the mainstream media’s portrayal of lesbians. And knowing that some of the depictions are no more realistic that those in the girl-on-girl porn made by and for straight men does nothing to banish the thoughts. Perhaps it goes back to the mid-1980s when my little lesbian self sat in a dark theater watching as Cay Rivers, oblivious to the downpour, leaned in through the car window to deliver that first kiss to Professor Bell in Desert Hearts. Whatever the reason, I find myself returning again and again to the seduction fantasy.

It’s not that I haven’t been there before. I’ve done it. I’ve been the first. Just this summer I ended up in bed with my ultra-conservative, heterosexual-to-the-nth-degree friend and it was impossibly hot and amazing. But I’m like a junkie searching for the next fix … I want more. I want the excruciating tension of Rachel and Luce (Imagine Me & You), I want to be the temptation that Annabelle was to Simone (Loving Annabelle) and to have Marina’s bursting-through-the-door burning desire for Jenny (The L Word). Hell, I even want the imaginary we’re-in-denial-of-our-feelings between Olivia Benson and Alex Cabot (Law & Order: SVUtake your pick of YouTube compilation videos).

While I haven’t made a career of deflowering virgins, I’ve had experiences, as with my friend this summer, where it just happened; and other times, I knew it was going to happen, it was just a matter of when … the friend or co-worker with endless what’s it like/how do you know questions who flirts a little too much and finally confesses that she’s always been curious. Either way, there’s that moment … maybe when you’re standing a little too close and your eyes lock … where she’s straddling the fence between yes or no, I want to but I’m afraid, give in or go home. When the energy and the lust are so strong that the hairs on your neck are standing at attention and she trembles just from the feel of your breath on her neck. When you know how badly she wants this … not in an aggressive, porn-y “you know you like it” way, but a “don’t worry, it’s okay” way … and all it takes is that first hesitant kiss, a gentle brush of your lips, and she melts into yes … I want to … give in.

Despite the undeniable ego boost that accompanies being selected as “the one,” there’s no Joe Stud, notch-in-the-bedpost thing for me. It may sound cheesy, but it’s like being given a gift … she’s excited, but scared and nervous because it’s all brand new, and she’s trusting you to make it okay. And since I know she’ll always remember this first time, everyone remembers their first woman, I feel a certain sense of responsibility to make it amazing and something she’ll always look back on with a smile.

So … where are all those curious first-timers wanting to build up tension with avoiding-our-mutual-attraction conversations, deep meaningful looks and “accidental” touching until they can no longer control their intense lust for my raw, animal sexuality? *call me …*

Recipe For A Break Up

Ingredients:

1 Hotel Room

2 Lesbians (couple)

1 Bi-sexual Friend

Assorted Lingerie

Various Sex Toys

Selection of Porn

1 Camera

Abundance of Alcohol

Directions:

Place lesbians, friend, lingerie, sex toys, porn and camera in hotel room. Add alcohol liberally. Wait.

The Whole Story:

In November of 2009 I opened a Facebook account. One of the first people to “friend” me was a woman I’d gone to high-school with (let’s call her Jane). I was a somewhat embarrassed to admit I didn’t remember her, but she wasn’t concerned because (her words) “you were popular and I wasn’t.” That surprised me a bit because I remembered high school as four grueling years of survival and trying to fit in. We decided that in our own ways we’d both been, and still were, “weird girls” and struck up a friendship.

One of the first things I noticed about Jane and the other high-school friends I’d connected with was the extreme amount of on-line flirtation among the women. After following a particularly heated thread one night I messaged Jane saying, “I thought I was the only lesbian in our class.” She replied and told me that the Facebook posts were all just in fun, but that she’d recently accepted her attraction to women and had her first sexual experience with one.

At the time, I’d been married to my wife (let’s call her something equally unique and original as Jane … how about Mary?) for just over a year (for a minute back in pre-Prop 8 2008 it was legal for us to get married), but we’d been together for 16 years. While Mary and I had always agreed that having sex with someone else (a drunken encounter, momentary indiscretion, can’t pass-up opportunity) wasn’t grounds for a break-up, our relationship wasn’t what you’d call “open”. I knew I was treading in dangerous waters, but I was caught up in the fun and excitement of new flirtation, and soon my exchanges with Jane moved from Facebook to personal e-mails and texts. And then, since I was already in the water, I moved to the shark tank and asked Jane if she wanted to meet for lunch.

Mary was not happy about my lunch plans. She was on Facebook too and saw some of the posts and threads I’d been involved in. A good girlfriend would have invited Mary to join us for lunch, but I wasn’t being a good girlfriend and that’s not what I wanted. I wanted to be alone with Jane and see if the energy and vibe in our online connection would be as strong in person. I wanted the innuendo filled conversation, the shy smile, the eye contact held a little bit longer, the hand accidentally brushing the thigh . . . I loved Mary, but we were long past those powerful feelings of a new sexual attraction and I wanted to feel that intensity again.

I wasn’t disappointed. After some initial get-to-now-you chitchat, the casual touching, bashful-giggling flirtation came on strong and I was almost giddy as we left the restaurant and ran through the rain to the bar across the street to continue talking. A late lunch stretched into early evening and it was dark when we left the bar to wait outside for Jane’s husband to pick her up. We were huddled under the awning, trying to stay out of the rain and standing closer than two old friends getting together for lunch should be. When our eyes locked, Jane bit her lip, smiled and quietly said, “Maybe just one.” Then her hand was on the back of my neck, pulling me closer and I found myself on a crowded, wet city street enjoying one of the softest, sweetest, most perfect kisses of my life. Truly worthy of one of those “best movie lesbian love scene” music compilation videos on YouTube.

Fast forward: fighting with Mary, much drama, continued flirtation, blah, blah, blah. There’s a group get-together planned, Mary’s going, she’s not, she is, she’s not and finally decides that she is. Mary and I are there, Jane shows up, Mary and Jane meet, Jane turns on the charm and by the end of the evening we’re all friends. We get together a few times, hanging out, a little making out and Mary (something of a photographer) proposes a weekend photo-shoot in a hotel with Jane and I in various poses and ensembles.

Jane is a very sexual/sensual, comfortable in a corset, pin-up girl type while I rock Fruit of the Looms and sports bras. So I was a little nervous about playing dress-up and trying to get my sexy on for the pictures. I shouldn’t have worried.

I’m not saying the sex was a surprise . . . we all brought sex toys and porn, after all. But I didn’t anticipate the speed with which the situation went from “these panties would look cute on you” to “get your strap-on and fuck me hard.” I was sitting in the room’s only chair, explaining my nervousness to them and Jane started a very slow, very sexy lap-dance to help loosen me up. I got loose fast when she stepped out of her dress and the first photo’s of our shoot show me with my jeans halfway off grinding against Jane’s pink mesh panty covered ass.

There wasn’t much posing or costume changing after that; but a copious amount of fucking, sucking and licking and extensive use of the strap-on, Rabbit and Hitachi Magic Wand, all punctuated by Mary occasionally putting down the camera to join in. At one point we broke to re-fuel and I still smile at the look on the young room service guy’s face when he walked in and found three scantily clad women in a lingerie/dildo/vibrator strewn room with lesbian sub/dom porn playing on the TV. I’m sure he thought he’d stumbled into his best porn fantasy come true, but this was real life, and we sent him on his way.

I knew it took a rare aligning of the cosmos to create something so incredibly hot and perfect; and even future encounters, though welcomed and anticipated, could never match the raw intensity of this night and I never wanted it to end. But eventually we all collapsed into an exhausted, utterly satisfied sleep just as morning’s first light began to touch the sky outside the window.

Surprise Ending:

Mary dumped me for Jane. She now lives with Jane, her husband, their kids and assorted pets. They are happy. Our divorce was recently finalized.