Mr. Transvestite, stop attacking the Transsexual!
Hello all.
Once again I have been exploring the BMEzine articles of joy. The newest one's on this rather interesting woman, Inza. She's pretty (although I feel I will never become anamoured to stretching. It just scares me a little).
Now, I've seen pictures of suspensions before. Most of them involve the subject lying flat and being suspended by many hooks in their back and thighs. This scares me, slightly. Having explored the BMEzine archives, though, I have discovered 'wings' or suicide suspensions. And, one day, I might try it. Sure, having massive hooks jabbed through my back will hurt. But, from all reports, the actual suspension will not. It'd be an experience. Of course, this would be a few years in the future.
Do not tell my mother. She will go insane. That sort of thing gives her the heebie jeebies.
Aaanyway... classes have finished, mostly; only Latin keeps going. This is because the textbook was huge and we haven't actually finished it all yet. And this is the last week before exams. Argh argh argh, I hate grammar. I hate gerunds and gerundives, so very very much. On the other hand, I understand more and more mottos and stuff I'm seeing around the place. Of course, if anyone on TV or anything uses Latin, I can't understand it. Why? They're speaking church latin. They pronounce it hugely differently and I have no idea what's going on. (On a tangent, my first latin teacher went to see the Passion and almost cried when the Roman soldiers started speaking latin and pronounced it all wrong. She ranted about it for half a lecture.)
“I assess the power of a will by how much resistance, pain, and torture it endures and knows how to turn to its advantage.”
-Friedrich Nietzsche
Once again I have been exploring the BMEzine articles of joy. The newest one's on this rather interesting woman, Inza. She's pretty (although I feel I will never become anamoured to stretching. It just scares me a little).
Now, I've seen pictures of suspensions before. Most of them involve the subject lying flat and being suspended by many hooks in their back and thighs. This scares me, slightly. Having explored the BMEzine archives, though, I have discovered 'wings' or suicide suspensions. And, one day, I might try it. Sure, having massive hooks jabbed through my back will hurt. But, from all reports, the actual suspension will not. It'd be an experience. Of course, this would be a few years in the future.
Do not tell my mother. She will go insane. That sort of thing gives her the heebie jeebies.
Aaanyway... classes have finished, mostly; only Latin keeps going. This is because the textbook was huge and we haven't actually finished it all yet. And this is the last week before exams. Argh argh argh, I hate grammar. I hate gerunds and gerundives, so very very much. On the other hand, I understand more and more mottos and stuff I'm seeing around the place. Of course, if anyone on TV or anything uses Latin, I can't understand it. Why? They're speaking church latin. They pronounce it hugely differently and I have no idea what's going on. (On a tangent, my first latin teacher went to see the Passion and almost cried when the Roman soldiers started speaking latin and pronounced it all wrong. She ranted about it for half a lecture.)
“I assess the power of a will by how much resistance, pain, and torture it endures and knows how to turn to its advantage.”
-Friedrich Nietzsche