Those Evil Mousketeers

I found this old 2007 post on Mousketeer atrocities.

Former Mousketeers commit all kinds of atrocities making Annette's Beach Blanket Bingo pale in comparison: Justin Timberlake sings songs about Sexy Back (is that anal sex guys?) and strips an accused pedophile's sister's blouse, exposing her nipple at the Super Bowl, plus he is apparently boning Cameron Diaz. Britney is flashing her cunt all over the internet. You know things are bad when Christina Aguilera seems like the purest one of the bunch.

Then there are the movie stars. Not to be out done by her Mousketeer counterparts, Lindsay of The Parent Trap flashes, exposes her nipples and is going to be in a new movie as a topless dancer. In a slightly more subtle descent into decadence, Anne Hathaway obliterates her princess-ness with a see-through blouse and starring in movies where she not only gets naked, she gets jiggy. and marries a gay guy.

Rachel Woods

Not to be confused with the black eye-liner, Marilyn Manson loving Rachel Woods -- at least I think so.

Sex and Connection

Since today's HNT post was on the nature of sex and connection, I thought that I needed to stick in a link, a hyperlink, a "connection" if you will to somewhere else out on the Web.  I also wanted an image, because today's Internet user bores quickly without an image.  I'm under no illusion that anyone actually reads.

Yet, if in fact someone is reading, I wanted the footnote to clarify that while there is always a space in between, sex -- when performed well and with heart -- is like a great web post.   Everything links to it.  Emotions, music, likes, dislikes, compassion, finances, love, fitness, spirituality, sleep, orgasms, hope, fear and life itself link us into the web of being.  The space in between is necessary or no connection can be made -- and without a You, the I is solitary and there is no We.