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The Forest
As we drove farther into the outskirts of Augsburg, looking out placidly across the top of cars, houses, and at the dogs running about, I got thinking, thinking how I felt being with Chris, about Chris. It was like I was cast into a spell, an enchantment, or perhaps a curse; very seldom did I ever feel like this. Normally I would feel like this only if I was in the presence of a great person, like my karate instructor in San Francisco, Gosei Yamauchi, or his father ‘The Cat’ Gogan, who was one of the few 10th degree black belts in the world. Normally I’d be high the whole next day. With Chris I felt the same way I knew tomorrow I’d be high all day, it was a natural high.
Once—I can’t remember when—I had read something about the poet Emily Dickinson, she was something like a recluse, but she made a poem indicating nature was her high, and I always remember that. How true this can be, grabbing the moment and cherishing it, absorbing it as if there was no tomorrow, and at the same time absorbing nature: the sounds and the heart beat mother earth, and sky; others humans, and the dogs and birds, all such things that at that moment surround you; they are all somewhat magical. I was learning, how to be a listener if anything and it entailed all things within your presence.
Chris was fully alive now, as I turned my head towards her delectation her steering wheel facing me, at which made the moment a little more interesting, as she felt good about me checking her out; a weary kind of sense, not defeat, just a good profile look; I thought dimly in my mind as she drove mile after mile: how could she afford to look so prim and proper all the time. Do her hair in a unique style, not a hair out of place, so it seemed. I guess in our own way we are all unique, I heard that someone say that someplace, not sure where.
An hour and a half had passed on by and she was still driving, and it was getting dark. She pulled into a wooded area; she said it was the outer rim of the Black Forest (otherwise known as the Eyebrow of the Woods), I think I heard of that forest in a fairytale book or at least that is where my mind said I got it from. An enchanting name, I must had said it my second self, that little person inside of all of us that we talk to: Black Forest, Black Forest…!
“So you see,” said Chris “…here we are!” She added her conclusive little smile to her face as she said that; as we entered the dark huge green forest, parking the car a little off to the side of a dirt road that lead into the deeper and more distant part of the forest, partly covered by trees and bushes now.
There was a chill in the air so I rolled up the window, as she turned on the radio for some music.
Very quickly and carefully she moved her thin reserved neck and shoulders into my area, she just starred at me, as if she was going to eat me up; as her left arm was lowered, it pulled out a bottle of Mosel-Saar-Ruwer wine, 1965 wine, -- I looked the bottle over 9.5% volume; I knew they had been making wine around this intriguing river and hilly area for close to 1700-years. It was good wine I had tasted it before, not sweat or dry, flowerily white wine to be exact.
“Now,” said Chris indignantly, but with the air of a certain point, “…let’s see what we can do with this battle.
We started to drink and laugh.
“Ah, yes,” I said to her, “you have a lovely profile.” She smiled and threw her head back.
“Well,” I thought out loud “… this is a good way to pass the night away, and begin romantic indecencies”-- she leaned over the center-divider of the bucket seats to kiss me. She opened her mouth, sunk her lips on mine, as she pulled her long legs to the under-part of the dash, she then started to unzip her zipper to her boots.
“This,” commented Chris “passes everything…I never did it in a car before.” She had drunk down 1/5 of the wine like a person drinking water.
“Chick,” said Chris, ”…come over here.”
I moved my body closer to hers. Everything seemed to be in the way. I could not back out of whatever was going to happen; and I knew what was in the makings.
She was starting to stretch her hands out: --her blouse went over her head, I just kept looking as she started to strip, I was growing, getting as hard as a pencil.
“Oh, damn Chick,” said Chris heartily as she touched my item. Just her saying that aroused me; then pulling off her bra, and her skirt up I seemed to become tranquilized somehow, my mind slipped to King Solomon, of all things, as he once defined the beauty of a woman’s body and how it was to measured for one’s pleasure by enjoying it fully, and this was all I wanted to do now—enjoy it, and I think Chris was feeling the same way for even though we were both a bit on the tipsy side we were fully aware of our responses, I had lost complete focus of the uncomfortable situation, as she did…
◊…now that she was almost completely stripped only her panties on, she curled up in a fetus position holding her legs and leaning back, then opened up her legs slowly… I thought what every on earth possessed her, yet who can predict women I told myself, and started to take off my cloths, quickly…getting out of this spill of sorts. I guess it is true, men like to observe, and women like to touch. I liked both. This was not dirty sex, this was pure sex, at its height, one might even say, it was like a painting; she painted the picture, she taught me how to enjoy what she had to offer.
“I’m going to get it all off in a minute,” I said, it was difficult working in this cramped space… she chuckled, “Slowly please, I can wait…”she softly said as she rested her head back and I caught my breath, that is what she wanted, that is, for me to calm down, yet remain hard and possessed with her offering: I think we both had multiorgasms
“I feel fine now –“ I said, adding, “cramped but fine…☺”
Chris opened up her arms I couldn’t back away after that, could I?
I told myself: I have a private room at the barracks…. Then said it out loud to her:
“Of course, -- next time…” said she, and we continued to make love for the third orgasm for me, for her, perhaps five or six.
We seemed to flop around the front seat finding the right position…’she‘s looking at me eeeeeeeee’, I told myself, I’m cramped, nothing to grab a hold of, her head leaning against the glass of the window. Without a word we continued: --my body heavy onto hers, my heart beating two-hundred ticks a minute, we both were hot, enmeshed in the moment, a lustful, and burning moment; I wanted to open the door, but feared the light going on and someone would see us, plus the air was cool, too cool. I had no escape we met each other’s eyes as I penetrated her. She looked again deep into my eyes as she tried to catch her breath, to make sure I was still alive I think. It was seemingly unfair for me to put her through this I thought, but the thought only lasted a half second, I found myself exploding … as my heart dropped to my feet, and again, and again, I exploded and burned as if I had opened myself up to a volcano; I had learned at that moment, the difference between happiness and pressure: happiness was listening to her talk before, and then came her smile, now the pleasure, sex; I hurt, this had never happened before.
“Nice evening, isn’t it?” I said as I started pulling her body closer to me.
“I hope you are not offended I am taking the lead?” said Chris.
“Not at all,” I said, adding, “I’ll catch up.”
“There are times,” said Chris, “when rules are made to be broken like now, them...mmm damn silly rules…” she pulled herself up a bit, “I stopped believing in those rules… this is one of those moments I want to remember…remember for a long time, even after I am dead.”
As we tried to untwist our bodies, we caught ourselves laughing at our odd situation. We had made love, and became a little more sensitive with each other…a little more possessive of each other, I guess that is the nature of things in a relationship, they are made to progress, or stop, one or the other, and it was never to take place again in the front seat of a Mustang I knew….
She laid her cheek against my hand.
“Chick.”
“Yes?”
“You realize don’t you, this can’t end here?”
“There’s no reason for it to end, is there?”
“No.”
She spoke some German words I didn’t understand, German mingled with English I should say: then somehow, she went silent…maybe she was taking time to remember the moment, digesting it; I didn’t know, nor did I want to try to guess, I just looked at her, her smile it seemed to promise something, grace; instinct was in it also, around her small enclosed eyes, as they opened and shut slowly they were weaving a web I do believe, “It won’t end here, I promise.”
Pleasant and agreeable-like a well-cultured woman she was, maybe too much for me, she opened the door, and dressed quickly, then got back in.
“Want a cigarette?” I asked, sitting up straight.
“No and neither do you. We are both restless it seems. Come over to me,” she started kissing me.
As she released her lips from mine, she sat upright now, pulled out a cigarette, lit it and started blowing smoke rings into the air.
“You know perfectly well, I’m very much attracted to you…yoouuuu… right?”
“I hope so, I feel the some way.”
“Luckily the wine deadens the bruises (discoloration).” I commented, she laughed and kind of stretched her back to put it back in place…”Me to,” she replied.
“I wish all relationships could start like ours, it is like saying let’s drop all the game playing and pretend we are on the fifth date, and cut the crap; I like you Chick, I like you very much…”
“The bruises will show up tomorrow,” I told Chris.
Kind of saying maybe we should go, but neither one of us seemed to be all that bothered with that so we simply started kissing again after her cigarette brake…it was a long and needed pause for me, for a second breathe, a refractory period I needed [from uninterrupted sex]; that is, having multiple orgasms drains a man. I’ve learned also, women don’t need this rest period; so in time I’d learn how to last longer, and perhaps stretch the orgasms thinner but again, longer (three hours at the most; and I did).
I thought in my head, she was having sex with me, and then that rich boyfriend she had; she was getting her multiorgasmic pleasures indeed, perhaps a secret to some women, for once they discover this, it is hard for any man to keep up with them, lest he be a superman of sorts. I did not even at that young age have the capacity to pass six organisms; five was my limit I learned. I was limp now; my penis had been as pointed as a scorpions tail a while ago.
As scary as it started out for me I thought my reactions afterwards was cool, I seemed to be letting things take their natural course. It was a dark and colorless evening. Grossly romanticized in such an unimpressive way (so I thought in the back of my mind), yet Miss Chris was perfect.
I thought to myself: maybe she might be annoyed with my lovemaking… I guess every man wants to please the woman, wife, girlfriend, the one he is making love to, or should want to please her, but most don’t; how can they, they pop too quickly. This is a fact, I’ve talked to men, and when they say they go so quick, no woman could get it on in that time period. A woman taught me how to hold myself from climaxing too early, thus allowing the woman to catch up—and therefore, allowing my female mate to get it on and enjoy. I know this evening went a little fast, but Chris was modest about it, like that other woman who had taught me, helped me, to help her, so we both could enjoy each other more; as my slowing down kept my penis hard longer, allowing her pleasure zone to become wider. This was something of the case in hand, but not completely.
Most men think they make love better drinking, but it’s far from the truth. Most men do not know how to make love, no one taught them, so all they do is f*ck, and that is not love, that is, if anything, a quick climax, like eating a big fat burger, and wiping your mouth in its enjoyment and then leaving the café only to find out: you got indigestion, and had you went to a nicer restaurant, ate slower, you’d never forget the meal.
I have experimented with that theory, and it is nine-minutes verse four-hours, I say four hours, but I knew in my head it was only one time I lasted four hours, two and a half was the norm.
I was thinking now—as Chris kissed me—how I owe some women a bit of gratitude for allowing me to have my pleasure and not returning it to them; that’s the caretaker in a woman I think. But women just don’t know men can learn. And men are too bull-headed to let women teach them what pleases them. I had learned a good lover was worth his weight in gold and even maybe a little more: sometimes they can be irresistible.
One could hardly tell her it wasn’t hastily done, our sex (to me it was) for it was, but she seemed to understand the circumstances, and we need not prove anything today, only allow our bodies to be sanctioned to the other. So I think we both felt. Lovemaking would improve as time went on.
“I’m afraid my lover, we will have to find better accommodations next time,” Chris said, smiling at me.
“Yes,” I hesitated, “absently,” I hesitated-- “I feel the same way.”
“It’s a little hard in such a cramped car luckily we are both a little tipsy….”
“I’m afraid I’m not, somehow I sobered up when you took your blouse off.” She smiled, with a grin.
“Yes. I sense you have, do you really like me Chick?”
“You are growing on me. And what is there not to like?”
She was like a schoolgirl at times, needing to be encouraged, to grow up, and needed to be admired. But she didn’t need permission to live, she was taking that—but I’m learning to appreciate women more, I told myself, and it seems the more I show appreciation, the more they respect me, and to be quite frank with myself, I need respect. And why not … the world will give it, if you demand it, and if not, let that part of the world go; so my second self, my mind’s eye, told me.
But then as I looked at her, if she really felt she was on death row, with cancer, maybe I was just a remedy for a while, and if so, so what, maybe I needed a remedy to make it through my time here in Germany; so seemed just to me.
8
The Spider and
The Web
A warm-wind had picked up it seemed, and April and May in Germany was a paradise of light-cool sunrays, it was a spring never to forget, Chris and I were growing on one another, like white on rice. More community drinking fairs were picking up and Chris and I tried to make a few, drink it up and eat and just go with the flow; it was a good time for living.
Chris and I were known throughout the guardhouse-barracks as lovers and a heat wave at that. She seemed to have a charm with my soldier friends, and often drove her German boyfriend’s Mercedes car to the gate, and about, showing off kind of, not only to me, but it seemed at times going out of her way to show it to the other guards. Most of my friends thought she had two cars, I simply did not up date them, if they were not in my way of thinking or inner circle—why squander my time; and in most cases they didn’t have a need to know; but Ski and a few other of my friends knew the truth. I felt: plus, I felt: why not let Chris make an impression at the guard shacks, if it helps her ego so be it. I do not think I was envious, rather amused. I’m sure somewhere along the line I’d have to deal with envy, but who at my age is envious, for what, I have a lifetime to catch up.
She flirted with the guards, and they all thought it cool. At night, if I had to work, she would bring me by a sandwich while on duty; in one way she got the guys a little jealous, or in lack of a better word, annoyed. And sometimes she would simply walk into barracks, which had about fifteen-guards some running around half naked from the shower room to their room, while others went visiting. She’d come knocking on my door. She’d spend the night with me, it was an improvement from the car, and for some reason we only went over to her house once in the following two months. I knew we were not fooling anyone at the guard-barracks, but we pretended to be secret about it anyway.
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The incidence of yeast infections seems to be growing, yet it is often looked upon as a common ailment that is endemic to women. Many men suffer yeast infections and it is just as painful and inconveniently located as for women.
Typically a topical cream or antibiotic (either oral or inserted vaginally) is the approach taken when a yeast infection needs to be addressed, but there may be common sense ways to prevent infection as well as suggestions on treatment options.
What is a Yeast Infection?
When your body produces too much yeast it often results in an infection. Since yeast is common in or on the skin, penis, mouth and vagina these are areas where a yeast infection can occur (although there are generally more incidence in women than men).
How Yeast Grows
The vagina helps prevent the growth of yeast through a caustic (for the yeast) acidic environment. This environment can be altered negatively by menstruation, as well as the use of birth control pills, diabetes and certain antibiotics. These agents work to lower the acid normally found in the vagina. When this happens, yeast, which is common in the vagina in small amounts, can find an atmosphere for rapid growth.
The use of synthetic materials in underwear or lingerie can also contribute to yeast infections by trapping moisture which also creates an atmosphere conducive to excess yeast production.
Why Yeast Infection Occurs
Ph balance in the body is the key. Yeast is prevalent in the body at all times. Yeast infection will occur when the acid ph of the body is lowered. The immune system regulates the acid balance in the body. Your diet is the leading factor to help the immune system keep a healthy balance. The body has a healthy ph of 6.4 (when measuring urine or saliva), the further away, greater or lower, from this natural reading you have, will cause greater disease and illness such as yeast infection.
Stress is one of the largest causes of unbalanced ph readings in the body. Blood ph is higher than body ph. Injury, overweight, antibiotics and birth control pills all alter the natural ph of the body. Fatigue is often overlooked as a stress factor. Your ph reading does vary slightly through the day but should average 6.4 for the day.
What Not To Do
Some may be following advice that is actually harmful, so it is important to know what has been offered in the past as an effective alternative that will not help cure a yeast infection, and may actually accelerate yeast growth or do long term damage to the vagina.
You should never use baking soda in attempting to cure a yeast infection. Baking soda has a high ph causing the yeast to proliferate.
You should never use Echinacea in your attempt to cure a yeast infection. While it may be good to take orally as a means of reducing the effects of a cold, when vaginally inserted it can cause acute burning sensations.
You should also never use bleach in eliminating the effects of a yeast infection. Bleach can actually burn vaginal tissue and result in scarring.
You should avoid douching because it reduces normal and healthy vaginal secretions by drying out the vaginal surface.
Effective Ways to Reduce Yeast Infections
Reducing grains, sugar and most processed foods from your diet can also help reduce available yeast in your body.
Raw vegetables are not only good for you, they can help combat yeast infections
The persistent use and regular washing of either cotton or silk intimate apparel is also an effective way to reduce the incidence of yeast infections.
Nature’s Assistance
Acidophilus is a culture that contains plenty of good bacteria and can help your body fight a yeast infection. It is also a primary ingredient in most yogurt.
Colloidal silver has also proven successful for many women due to the fact that this mineral is highly effective in eliminating more than 600 diseases.
Tea tree oil has also proven an effective ally in the fight against yeast infections and can be inserted vaginally.
If you have suffered several episodes of yeast infections it may make sense to try a more natural management approach as well as effective prevention methods. By learning about how yeast is formed and regulated in your body you might discover new ways to personally assist your own future health.
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GENITAL WARTS
Genital warts is a viral disease manifested by a spectrum of skin and mucous membrane lesions affecting the anogenital area. The causative agent is the Human Papilloma Virus (HPV) of the papovavirus group of DNA viruses. At least 60 human papilloma virus types have been identified. Genital or venereal warts are in most instances caused by type 6, 11, 16 or 18.
Genital warts are mainly sexually transmitted with worldwide occurrence. The peak incidence is in the sexually active age group of 19-35. The incubation period is between 1 to 9 months with a mean of 3 months.
Clinical Features
In the uncircumcised men the subprepuce, coronal sulcus and glans penis are affected. Here the lesions appear as pink cauliflower like fleshy growths. This form often called condylomata accuminata are also seen in the urinary meatus and in women on the inner aspects of the vulva, vagina and cervix.
The hyperkeratotic, skin coloured or pigmented papular warts are seen as discrete or confluent papules on the keratinised parts of anogenital skin.
Flat warts are erythematous or pink requiring application of acetic acid for visualization. They are commonly seen on the cervix.
Complications
Giant genital warts
Bleeding
Transmission to neonate during childbirth – childhood laryngeal papilloma
Diagnosis
Usually based on clinical appearance
Histological diagnosis are rarely needed
Treatment
Podophyllin or podophyllotoxin solution or cream
Trichloracetic acid solution
Imiquimod cream
Electrocautery
Cryosurgery
Scissor excision
Laser therapy
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Coffee Shops are the place to chat and talk and recently a common place for Christians to meet too. Recently I got interested in a chat between two people one who went by the nick-name Knuckle and the others name was Debbie.
Debbie was a Christian, sincere and sweet and Knuckle was apparently an atheist. When Knuckle told Debbie there was no god, she flipped out and went into a tirade about Knuckle being basically and idiot, scoundrel and generally lacking cranial capacity; that is to say intelligence.
Debbie agreed about DNA and Knuckle thought he was winning the argument when Debbie called him a horses ass and unintelligent. So I interjected to say that DNA shows that intelligence seems to be 50/50% nature vs. nurture and so God if he is intelligent and designed us in his image, then he must be a fat overweight American. No, just kidding.
Now then, assuming for a minute a little Sci Fi Fantasy that god exists, then God would only account for 50% of Knuckles intelligence, thus it appears that it really makes not a lot of difference as long as your god of intelligent design gave him some, he would get the rest afterwards.
Now then if Intelligent Design is not the case then God is dumb, that is to say unintelligent. Meaning if you Debbie are made in his image minus a penis and that extra rib thing, then actually god did not give you or knuckle any brains so then where did you get them? Well, evolution has adapted homo sapiens to have larger brains than our next nearest cousins which we split off from about 1 million years ago as we are 99% DNA similar you see?
So as far as calling Knuckle unintelligent because god gave him few brains, well scientifically that makes no sense. And if a god was going around giving humans inferior brains why on earth would you wish to follow such a loose cannon who would pick and choose who gets what? I just laughed and walked out figuring maybe they would all just shut up and stop fighting over this thing. Consider this in 2006.
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When trying to improving any aspect of your health, cutting down on stress is virtually always helpful. In men, emotional stress is thought to reduce sperm count by interfering with normal hormone production. When there is a longing desire on the part of a couple to have a child, it adds to the overall stress level for both partners. Anti-stress activities are always a good idea. Such activities include regular gentle exercise, deep breathing and progressive relaxation, and getting enough sleep.
Women who are struggling with infertility have been found to struggle with depression as much as women with life threatening diseases like cancer! For both partners, the inability to produce a baby has a tendency to erode the self-esteem. Much of our self image hinges on our femininity or our masculinity. We feel less as a woman, especially when we are around our friends who seem to be able to get pregnant "every time their husband lays his pants on the bed" as the old saying goes. The same loss of self-worth happens to our husbands, and we know how delicate men's egos can be! (Women's egos, too?)
Infertility can strain the relationship, too. If one partner blames the other, a wall can begin to grow between the two of you. Between the growing disappointment and the necessity to perform on demand when the ovulation indicators say to, the stress on the marriage can be serious. The best way to remedy this is to affirm to your spouse that you will face the problem together, being glad you have them even with the disappointment of infertility.
Having the support of a group of other couples dealing with the same problems can be a big help to your emotional outlook. That support group can even be online.
The sexual relationship can be stressed by infertility, since performance is related to success. However, if you stop to think about it, there are only a few days you can become pregnant. If you focus on the relationship the rest of the time, you can rekindle those warm fuzzies and enjoy sex more, which is good for the emotional side of the relationship. Sometimes taking a break from the temperature charting and scheduled rendezvous can make a big difference, even resulting in the pregnancy that has been so elusive.
Baby showers can be difficult, as can social gathering where many of your friends' and family members' children will be in attendance. It is permissible to skip the showers. Simply send a gift ahead or with someone else. Grab something quick or order something online, but don't take a long time shopping through baby clothes. Board books or some baby toiletries can be picked up without a long stay in the baby department.
In any difficult time of waiting and disappointment, it's a good idea to stay busy. Use the free time you have to enjoy hobbies or learn new skills. Enjoy humor with your single friends and your spouse.
One distressing but normal part of trying hard to get pregnant is that you can psychologically imagine that you have the symptoms of pregnancy, such as nausea and frequent urination. It is very easy to get your hopes up every month. If a home pregnancy test comes out negative, however, it's probably accurate. They tend to be very reliable. There's even a condition called pseudocyesis in which women experience even more symptoms, such as feeling movements and even the abdomen increasing in size. This condition is sometimes called a false pregnancy, and is most common in married women who have experienced pregnancy before. Premenstrual symptoms can mimic pregnancy symptoms with nausea and breast enlargement being quite common sensations. It is disappointing, however, when your period starts a day or two later. Try not to let a little nausea make you get your hopes up.
In some cases a woman has all the symptoms of pregnancy, and even have a positive result on a pregnancy test. Yet a miscarriage happens a month or two later, and no fetus is found in the material discharged. This condition is called a "blighted ovum" and probably indicates a baby was conceived but had genetic abnormalities which prevented it from developing normally.
As with any endeavor in life, positive thinking can make a big difference. If you can keep from giving up hope, it will help. It also helps to place the outcome of your quest for a baby into the hands of a higher power. Prayer has helped many seemingly infertile couples go on to produce a houseful of happy, healthy children. Striving to be at peace with the outcome is imperative, however, because ultimately, a child is a gift from God, and it doesn't help matters to struggle emotionally with the things we can't understand.
