Don't "tread on me"

[stilltrucking]

I just can't think of a title for this thread. At first I was thinking about calling it voyeur.

It is lonely tonight
everyone I want to chat with
is dead.

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another interesting post and tread, jt

juxtaposition
that's all
no dots to connect here.

I was in a truck stop about twenty years ago and I met a little girl. I am not good at estimating a kids age but she could not have been more than two feet tall. I am kneeling down reading the titles of some audio tapes on the bottom shelf of a display rack..

She came over to me and started wailing on me, beating on me with her fists. I had to smile. I could hardly feel the blows. But she was out to kick my ass with every bit of strength in her tiny body.

I heard ever one laughing and I thought it was funny too.

There may be a point to this story.
But it eludes me.
for now


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Pheromone free in eighty three.

[jackofnightmares]

Yeah I know you are not into reading the comic pages in the newspapers. Another reason I did not want to kiss your frog. I knew there could never be anything between us. I could never love a woman who didn't read the Sunday Comics.





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[stilltrucking]

"Many are called and few are chosen"
the call of the open oad

If you started complaining to much about your job some driver would tell you to call 1-800-cry-baby

I had found my niche at last
the road was not a crystal stair case to romance and adventure for me.
It was a refuge
the only place I felt at home
kind of like studio eight I guess

That is what I shoule reply the next time I get a private message from somebody bitching about studio eight.

Call one eight hundred cry baby
I am going to be seventy in 2010
I don't know if I will still have my C.D.L.
I am going to feel naked without it.
I have held out the hope I could get back on the road some day
but I need to face reality
that part of my life is over
"It is finished" Fangio after his last Grand Prix race.

Now I would like to be finished with women too.
But I think I will never give up that desire.

I wish I had the biology of a bull elephant and only had to deal with it every four months. Instead of twenty four hours a day seven days a week 365 days a year.

No wonder vonnegut called us "big sad apes"
sex is ludicrous.

[stilltrucking]

I am grateful to have been born a man because I despise men.

I hope you are well
I don't know if you will ever read this
but take care.
I don't know what or who is on your tail,
but please know I wish you well.

I have no desire to email you or contact you in anyway.

Except in a public venue like Studio Eight.

"On Sex, Cyberspace, and Being Stalked," Pamela Gilbert tells her story of being stalked on-line by a former colleague and the real life ramifications of his actions. Gilbert explains that her on-line stalker not only sent her threatening messages and tracked her movements on-line, he also uncovered photographs of her taken years earlier when she worked as a nude model, from both on-line sources and off. He threatened to use those photographs to ruin her professionally, knowing that she was on the academic job market looking for a position. What Gilbert soon found out was that her stalker was constructing a sexual identity for her through these photographs and through interviews with her acquaintances and friends during her modeling period in order to construct a sexual persona of her that would correspond to his image of her. In other words, Gilbert�s stalker used on-line resources and her past to create a real-life sexual identity for her with dangerous ramifications. She concludes her narrative by redefining the Internet as "a space of social action, in which subjects are responsible for their utterances and performances, and in which discursive actions can mobilize material effects" (144). The concept of discursive actions on the Internet affecting materiality and the Internet as a space of social action liberates the potential of feminism both on and off line. If gender and sexuality are performed in multiple ways on-line, then those performances can affect the materiality of our current structures of sexuality and gender off-line.

http://enculturation.gmu.edu/1_2/bay.html