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deadly habit wrote:I swear this thread is like philosophy and psych reading mainly. Do you guys not read fiction as well? Even I need a break from stuff like Robert Anton Wilson or Sagan.
Also I'm taking it the non Frank Herbert Dune books are garbage since no one answered my question about the series.

deadly habit wrote:I swear this thread is like philosophy and psych reading mainly. Do you guys not read fiction as well? Even I need a break from stuff like Robert Anton Wilson or Sagan.
Also I'm taking it the non Frank Herbert Dune books are garbage since no one answered my question about the series.

ultraspatial wrote:rarely ever read fiction and even more rarely finish it tbh. usually end up reading the same parts of the book like 3 times then giving up or forgetting about it entirely

ultraspatial wrote:

Muncey wrote:Austrian Perspective on the History of Economic Thought (Vol.1 Economic Thought Before Adam Smith & Vol.2 Classical Economics) by Murray Rothbard

Appealed to me not only because I want a better understand of Austrian perspective but this is one of the few books on the history of economic thought that goes back further than Adam Smith/Marx ect.

rothbard's on my list. only read some hayek and von mises so far

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deadly habit wrote:I swear this thread is like philosophy and psych reading mainly. Do you guys not read fiction as well? Even I need a break from stuff like Robert Anton Wilson or Sagan.
Also I'm taking it the non Frank Herbert Dune books are garbage since no one answered my question about the series.

I missed your Dune question, what was it? The series, especially the first 2 books are my favourite science fiction books.

On a side note, i have also commented on the heavy philosophical nature of the ninja's reading.

Am I the only one who finds description of sex in fictional litterature akward?

I would always prefer if it's just like: and then... he put it in her.punctuation. over. Story continues..

Instead of having to relate to an old fart or a young fartette or whoever, sitting there in the middle of dealing with complex structured story archs and what not, trying to wank me off with their little words. I think it might be possible to do in like a poetic, erotic or whatever way- I just haven't come across it yet.

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hubb wrote:Am I the only one who finds description of sex in fictional litterature akward?

I would always prefer if it's just like: and then... he put it in her.punctuation. over. Story continues..

Instead of having to relate to an old fart or a young fartette or whoever, sitting there in the middle of dealing with complex structured story archs and what not, trying to wank me off with their little words. I think it might be possible to do in like a poetic, erotic or whatever way- I just haven't come across it yet.

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I'm sorry if that put you all on swoll

No sooner have we settled onto the bed and begun to remove each other's clothes with the clumsy gestures of impatience than I realise Kamal also knows about passivity — yes, he also knows how to remain still, fully awake and attentive, and give himself up to me as a cello gives itself up to a bow. Arching his back, he surrenders his face, shoulders, back and buttocks, waiting for me to play them, and I do — I play them, play with them. Most men are afraid to let go like this — whereas with a little finesse the wonders of passivity can be tasted in even the most violent throes of love-making.

In a delirium of restrained desire, I weigh, stroke and lick Kamal's balls, then take his penis in my hands, between my breasts, into my mouth. He sits up, reaches for me and I allow him to explore me in turn. He runs his tongue and lips over my breasts, the back of my neck, my toes, my stomach, the countless treasures between my legs, oh the sheer ecstasy of lips and tongues on genitals, either simultaneously or in alternation, never will I tire of that silvery fluidity, my sex swimming in joy like a fish in water, my self freed of both self and other, the quivering sensation, the carnal pink palpitation that detaches you from all colour and all flesh, making you see only stars, constellations, milky ways, propelling you bodiless and soulless into undulating space where the undulating skies make your non-body undulate ...