The Smart Way To Keep People Passive And Obedient Is To Strictly Limit The Spectrum Of Acceptable Opinion,

The smart way to keep people passive and obedient is to strictly limit the spectrum of acceptable opinion, but allow very lively debate within that spectrum - even encourage the more critical and dissident views. That gives people the sense that there’s free thinking going on, while all the time the presuppositions of the system are being reinforced by the limits put on the range of the debate.

Noam Chomsky (via liberatingreality)

Mine are either D40 or D60

Natural Eye Color Chart

Very cool. It reminds me a bit of something I saw recently...

bigxbad serving poi last night.

WOW.

June Photo a Day Challenge: #14 Sky View of the sky from my Gunner Turret during AT.

I was mowing my friend's yard today and managed to make a few new friends.

Folsom 2014 Night 1

Friday (last night) was great. I got to my hotel, which admittedly isn't all that nice, but it's not very expensive, which means money for other stuff. I unpacked a bit, and was texting an online friend of mine who I found out was in SF the night before. He said to come meet him in a bar called Midnight Sun, so I grabbed a shower before getting in a cab. I got there and found him after a minute or two of looking. We said hi, shook hands, gave each other a few compliments, etc. The guy is handsome in pictures, and even more so in person. He asked if I was okay, and I told him I was, just that I wasn't really used to bars (this was only my second time inside one), the loud music, or the environment, which he said could be a little overwhelming. I was actually shaking a bit, and he said I looked like I was on the verge of an anxiety attack, and I don't think he was wrong. I've mentioned before that I'm an extreme introvert, and it was definitely true last night. But he had me stand by him and his friends, and rubbed my back a bit, asking if that was okay. I talked a little bit with all of 'em, and he eventually dragged me up to the bar and said he was buying me a drink, even if all I did was hold it. I drank it since he was kind enough to buy it for me, and I think it helped a bit, though not as much as he did himself. We talked with his friends some more, he rubbed my back a bit, and pulled me in a few times to give me a peck on the cheek, or neck, tug a bit at my beard/chin (my facial hair isn't that long at the moment), a light bite, forcing me to make eye contact, etc. I even loosened up enough to put my arm around him as well. It was all pretty incredible. I'll break off for a bit to tell/remind you that I have like no experience with this stuff. I'm a virgin - I'v never had sex of any kind, with a member of any gender. I've been kissed a few times on the lips, but that has pretty much been family, or girls on my street when we played spin the bottle/truth or dare as kids. Nowadays even a hug is rare for me to get. Shaking hands with him and his friends was a lot of physical contact by my standards. Needless to say, the handsome man was pushing a few buttons I didn't even know I had.

He had to take a leak, so he dragged me to the back with him, and I waited by the restroom for him. He came out, pulled me in and said he was glad we finally got to meet, I said the same and then thanked him for inviting me out. I think he knew what I had hoped would happen. Earlier with all the kisses and everything I know I stared at his lips a few times hoping for it. He said, "you know what you want." and he pulled me in a little closer. I gave him a kiss on the lips, and then he gave me a slight lick. He started adding a little tongue to his kiss, and when I let it in...there aren't words to describe it. I curse the english language for not having the words to use. He was forceful, but gentle at the same time. It went on for a while, but not anywhere near long enough. I had practically melted in his arms. And feeling his beard on my face... Almost 12 hours later, and I still keep grinning like an idiot when i think about all of it.

Once the kiss was (sadly) over we talked for a bit, and I thanked him and apologized if it wasn't good - it was my first real kiss. He asked if I was kidding, and if I'd ever been with a guy. I told him I wasn't, and and hadn't. He said the kiss was great, and that I was his type, that calling him "sir" was a huge turn on, and several other compliments/and things that were far kinder than I deserved. We talked some more, held each other a bit, and there were even a few more hugs and kisses from him (all as good, though also far too short). He offered me a couple choices after we left, and I went off on my own for a bit before heading back to my room, though I'll see him a few more times before Folsom is over.

I'm really glad I made it here.