Sharing the JUICY life . . . GOT JUICE

MMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Juice..oboy oboy…I'll tell ya what juice is for me….

Juice is what flows ninety seconds after you have told your beloved that you wanna fuck her/his brains out and have held the gaze long enough to see that s/he knows that you really really fucking mean it….juice is what flows when you read something incisive enough to question how many pins can dance on the head of the impressario you have just encountered….juice is what flows when you push so far beyond the envelope that you forget the message it contained….juice is what flows when you steal a caress under the restaurant table and implode through the friction of its secrecy meeting its intensity….juice is what flows when you let the kundalini rise through your meditation seat and lend extra power through the knowledge that you can remain physically immobile…juice is what flows when you survive on a diet of five litres of water per day and a bunch of shakesperian sonnets for a sevenday and find yourself jogging maniacally out out out into cold midwinterfields and shift prana through every cell of your being in a taichi form…juice is what flows in a therapy goldfishbowl and grab the hands of somebody seemingly stronger than yourself and scream in his face and know that both of you are safe enough to let rip into the sort of potential damage that ironically keeps you both safe…juice is what flows when you cry with joy out of the juxtaposition of what you are feeling now with what you never got then….juice is what flows when you bite into the best of seville oranges which were destined for anything other than the hypertanged reaction of your bite….

Phew! I nearly came just then.

Love and blessings, jon.

Thanx for this opportunity.

Sorry, it's what came to mind except for the obvious &
Jon covered those words well enough. ;-P

I'm living the honey life, sweet.

I'm out juicin' now. I can't stop to talk about it!

Well, Jon took a sweet reply right out of my thoughts and threw them into the gutter.  S-S, thanks for the invite, but I have other things to do.  No offense intended; it's just poor taste.

I'm living in the sweet nectar of life…and it's j-u-i-c-y baby!

I have to disagree…this is why we invite Jon to our parties;-)  A very male perspective- juices direct and spurting….I get it (and maybe a little on me while we're at it).

Another take on the juicy life with this litte story from the Girl Who Loves Touching: 

There was a girl who loved touching- of all kinds- caresses and strokes and pushes and smacks and thrusts. She was always enjoying the touch, not just of people but of all things with which she came in contact.
One day while setting out to bake bread, she realized that it was like getting ready to make love. Assembling all the ingredients with care was like creating ambiance for her lover. The measuring and mixing was definitely feeling like foreplay. As she began kneading the bread dough it felt like her lovers body, warm, elastic and reactive to her touch. It was almost as if the bread was returning her touch.

She began to feel the Earth's energy moving up through her feet and legs and torso filling her with juicy light, and down her arms, through her hands connecting with the dough. The movements of kneading: press down in the center of the dough, lift, turn, fold and repeat, increased the sensations of pleasure as she connected with the living yeast in the dough which responded to the heat in her hands. The girl who loved touching felt her own juices moving inside herself and between her thighs. Juicy energy  flowed in an ecstatic cycle of movement unti she laughed out loud.

It turned out to be the best bread ever……

Well, I am just starting to ripen, like those fresh Georgia peaches that drip sweet juice all down one's face when bit into :)

Gettin ready to go and let the juices flow… will write more later  :-))
a big wet juicy smooch for you!! Night all :-)

i have this really strong urge to blog about breastfeeding now…

thanks John!

'No offense intended, but judging as such in this blog is “just poor taste.” '

Then I guess we'll have to agree to disagree, won't we?

Dont'cha just love to bite into some succulent watermelon and feel the juice dribble down your chin? I also find it amusing some like to suck on the juice of crawfish or lobstah and enjoy the steaming juice from the sea of love..!! LOL

What makes life juicy for me?

Walking along a seashore, feet in the waves, wind on my face…

Digging into a textbook that seems dry and tasteless and finding some manna from heaven awaiting me that brings me close to a past time in another place…

Learning there is indeed a check, not a bill in the mail…

Wrapping my arms around my man and dancing in the dark…

Juice flows from all sources when you are in the flow…there is nothing more wet and wonderful than knowing you are livin the life you were meant to live…even when some days it seems like the river has dried up. In the dusty river beds lies a trickle of life left behind…lift up the rocks and find the source. Its waiting for you there!

Oh Baby…I got yo' JUICE right over here…..here kitty kitty kitty!

I'm an adventurer so I live life with a passion (the fruit and otherwise)! I want to squeeze the juice from every adventure and share them with everyone and everything around me.  Yeh, sure got juice for myself and for everyone - care for some?

Hold on John, you know you caught me with my hands full on this blog, and I just can't type fast enough with my tongue. I'll be back. Keep the juicer turned on.

i am just waking up and my eyes are little fuzzy and my brain is wondering if can talk yet. that big face brought me here to read all these comments. I enjoyed jons and the bread one and all of them. the bread one reminded me of that movie water for chocolate when she would make food that would pretty much give everybody an orgasm because she created it with such passion in her heart. what makes me juicy is an energy that just comes upon me, inspired by another or a thought or an image and it  overcomes me. well there you go. gotta go drink my tea and wake uppy. jensy

Alternate QAR for today… Got juice? I'll take it!

There really ain't anything like a good pervy exchange with your partner… that is juicy. Jon I get you.

And, self confessed prude that I am, I'll just leave that there. heemes, I get you.

A bloody good Pioneer Punch [recently created and made in the comfort of my kitchen out of substitute ingredients, cos the originals were too expensive] yehhhh - Think whole milk, mixed fruit yoghurt, rum, nutmeg, cinnamon, mixed essence, ice cream, and more rum, blended with ice. Quantities irrelevant… just FANTASTIC!

Dirty Dancing heheh Don't ask why. It's just great to me!

My hammock on the balcony is pretty darn lovely as well. God-sent I tell you!

That's my juicy for the mo. TTYL

sherri :D

i was sittiing here thinkin' juice and then somebody said chocolate, then my attention shifted very quickly :)

hmmmmmmmm, melted chocolate juice……………….

mmmmmmm yummy , melted chocolate juice……how about a little whipped cream  and a cherry to go with that…… mmm,,,,, sounds simply dilicious   :-)) 

Well the Zaadz thingy ate my answer,crapazoid!  Let me see if i can …
I own a kick ass juicer,I think it could actually juice a brick,and i make many cocktails,do like nectarines and oranges (esp blood oranges),Apple and celery….wait his isn't the juice you want me to share right?

I like to kiss,I like walking barefoot,I trace everything with my fingers,I still lick my lips.I can laydown in a rain storm and wished to be washed away. I like the feel of whipped cream and jello,I would like to walk on a pool of jello,jump up and down.
Sometimes my children will fall asleep in my arms and I will hold them for a very long time

I am with Janet on this one the universe is full and juicy if we are open to it all… mmmmnnnnnnn, lipsmackin good, runnin' down my chin. Smiles.

Feel the wind of change… my mind went RIGHT to chocolate, or should I say Chocolat!  I never saw the movie, but the book was awesome.  Please pass the truffles… (Trailryder can do some AMAZING things with chocolate… tonight, he's whipping up some creme puffs and chocolate eclairs!)

Damn!  I'm getting off topic.  LMAO over all of the GREAT and diverse answers here.  Juice… I love biting into a nice, fresh piece of pineapple!  Sweet and tangy… JUST LIKE ME!  LOL !  Now my mouth is watering, and I wish I had some pineapple.  YUMMY!  John, you sure know how to get the juices flowing… you Mischievious Biscuit, you (licking lips).  You are awesome and you make me giggle and then laugh.

Let the juicy energy FLOW!!!

I've said this way too many times in my life….you better use your juice while you got it.           And I'm so glad life is full of juice…shame on you if you let it run out.

Uh John….Im the queen of juice!  You know how much I love the sensual pleasures in life….little hedonist that I am.  I can wring the juice out of sawdust, love….If Im not feeling overly juicy I can find juice in the darndest places…I love juice!  If you look closely at any given time you will see the juice smeared all over my face, dripping off my full lush lips, dripping down onto my full, ripe heaving breasts and down into the concave of my belly button….
oh excuse me…I got a little carried away…
Im off to lick the juice off my fingers…..
:-)  And Ill let your own imagination figure out what the juices are….they could be any number of things.

LMAO :-D

I like the juice that flows between people. Not even people who 'know' each other. I can be on a train full of people, send someone an erotic thought filled with juice…then watch them squirm until the juice starts flowing down their foreheads, their hair starts to moisten with that juicy sweat and they turn all pinkish and hot and bothered :-D LOL

Juice is Everywhere. If you're Juicy yourself, you squirt on everyone :-D Yummy =)

the strawberries are ripe here now, juicy, full, red, begging for the lips to meet essence, begging for the red juices to flow, the essence of everything in life present in just this one bite, this one blog, this one precious moment…….

any one have a smoke!!!! Wow, now I do feel juice…. I was not really thinking from a erotic place but I get Jon and Janet! How very juicy! YummmFor me it is getting into the zone, allowing everything else fall away. At the present moment is when I get in a place to take great Photographs and know the moment is working, the shoots are just flowing, the hairs on my arms stand up, body tingling for head to foot and all around. Whew!!! and then to view them with music on a slide show, and I set there in awe……. going did I take these? Wow! Being in a Heart Circle when the Essence of everyone is centered and the thoughts and heart just click, that is juice baby! That you never want it to be over…. A week long Body Electric “Dear Love of Comrades” workshop and everyone is naked, everyone is beautiful, the energy is so juiced that you could light up a room, reach the stars, experience Nirvana in the midst of erotic touch massage, breath work…. Juice baby juicy…..

Nice thread folks….enjoying the verbal succulence….good idea John….

Interesting that many of the supportive comments to my little dithyramb alluded to the physically sexual thang which took up less than ten per cent of the whole….I also alluded to therapy and envelope-pushing ( a shard of test-pilot jargon) and biting into an orange….maybe you folk don't get to the end of the paragraph cos the density of the rhetoric saps yer juice…and i wouldn't want to do that….

Heemes, I am confused by your reply….I was not sure whether you were accusing John or myself of acting in poor taste….I invite you to take responsibility by reframing your remark in terms of your reaction to what you read because I did not take hold of your thoughts and throw them in the gutter as you wrote.

I am sorry that you had some sort of bad reaction to what you read but I am not sorry that I wrote what i did…if you are willing to explain to me what you took offense to then I will gladly offer you a direct and humble apology if I feel it necessary, and accompany this with an erasure of the post…..in my opinion, what is juicy is borne out of a mixture of authenticity, compassion and fearlessness and i am willing to dialogue with you here on this issue…if that's okay with you, John….after all, what is juicy is what is direct rather than reported.

Warmly, Jon x

Oh, succulicious posters. My hands are free for a moment till I turn them to the making of creme brulee. Speaking of egg yolks, I love the juicy, unexpected moments that turn the ordinary into extraordinary. This morning, making a chanterelle omelet for two, I cracked two eggs in the bowl. They were both twins yolks! It made breakfast feel like a little miracle–or an oracle?

A juicy list: raspberries and blueberries ripening on the land here. Midnight swims in the ocean with sparkling phosphorescent plankton. Cooking over an open fire. Finding a snake in the garden. Having a Luna moth land in my hand. Seeing a bald eagle. Stirring up things in Walmart with brother John;o)
Looking at those paintings of nasturtiums on the wall. Some drawings I made this morning. Some ideas I'm having that are turning into plans. 100 Cocks and the Clitorium.  Reading other people's juicy comments here, and else where. Tasting all the flavors. Dark chili chocolate with sour cherries.
Crunchy Naughty Bits cereal for breakfast. Classic Creme Brulee… I need both hands now. I'll be happy to report back later with more.

Great idea John. 

I too am confused by Heemes comment.  It seems out of place.  But who am I to judge!
It is in poor taste, to tell someone it is in poor taste but then that makes me guilty doesn't it! I know I'm guilty…Maybe I need a spanking, I bet that might be tasty. Maybe there is a bad boy inside Heemes that needs some juicy spanking…Watching that would surely make us all juicy, no?
Reading all these comments has made me hungry for lots of juicy things.  I think I will go to the farmer's market and pick up some yummy juicy things to share with my other juicy friends for tonight's Church of the Porch activities.  I'm sure there will be some details we will all want to share with each other that will get our juices flowing, including some of the nectar of the agave plant…I think the Irreverend (my partner) might enjoy with me a cosmic eruption later on full of juiciness. 
Anyone ever watch Nigella on TV…I love the way she says MMMMMmmmm when something strikes her. 
Carla I want to eat breakfast with you!  Hey I'm gonna!  I want to know more about those ideas that are turning into plans…sounds juicy to me. 
My cup is just running over with juice after these many inspirational comments.  Makes me want to dance while eating a truffle…I might need a moment alone now.  Just more food for thought.

Love the movie Jenni referred to and of course I love chocolate.  Whip cream & chocolate syrup bring juicy memories and messes to mind.  Warm strawberries -pick one out of my patch and pop right into your mouth.  Juicy!  Sweet!  My husband's bottom lip.  Oooooh, I could suck on it all day and all night it's so juicy.  Yeah, Sprite-y, fresh Georgia peaches.  That little trickle of sweat that runs right down my neck between my breasts while I'm in the garden working - I'm a dirty girl!  Pass the Orbit.

Love you Satya

My child digs into a fat overripe piece of watermelon and my first instinct is to wipe up the glorious drip down his chin… but I don't.  That's an excellent example of what Juice is to me… pushing past my first reaction to a situation to let it be what it's gonna be without my intervention.  Tension at work brewing?  Let it go where it's gonna go.  I find that juicy! 

I can squirt someone in the eye with My Piece Of JuicyFruit :-D
ROTFLMAO.
Heh heh heh heh :-D

hmmmmmm - that last answer made me think of when I used to breastfeed.  I had enough milk for triplets and when my husband made me mad I could (and did) squirt him in the face from pretty much anywhere in the room.  Ha!  He hated that. 

Imagine that beyond the joy of interpretation of art and nature, and just about everything else we come across, if we had to think of each possible offspark of energy that rippled out from its so simple expression. 

The discussion reminded me of this piece that I wrote ages ago.
oh shoot that i will glue here as soon as i get out of firefox because ……
see IE is good for something!!!  I call this one The Peach.

 

Last Week

I found your orchard

and walked upon green grasses

and leaves danced

            the eyes of the child

and shy peaches

            perched upon the limbs

and lilting rays

            pushed slashing down

and momentary glimpses

her perfection-luminescent

            quickly hidden

            snatched away

the dancing of those leaves

I plucked the peach so carefully

and cupped her in my hands

            –her firmness, yet fragility

echoed with the dance

I touched my lips to silken flesh

to taste what lay beneath

Her flesh,

            gave way my tongue

her juices,

            tang and sweet

My hunger grew

desires fulfilled-swaying with the dance,

The sky

            it circled round about,

falling down upon the grass

My thoughts are whispering with those leaves

            they dance to you and say-

I plucked this peach for you my love,

            enjoy it whilst you may.

–elisa

There are so many types of juiciness, but each includes a moment of intense and satisfying contact.  Our juices flow when we are being, or are about to be, fulfilled.  It is like our bodies, minds, and spirits flow out to contact and absorb that which is the object of our satifaction.  I have enjoyed the succulance of the female body, sharing my juices, well you know how!  I have regularly juiced emotionally, and less often, but still, intellectually, with those amusing brilliant thoughts brought to me by others, or occasionally, my own thoughts.  The spiritual juice works the same way, when I am in contact with another, or with God.  So, eat me, I'm Kosher (not really), in every way, body, mind, and spirit, and add extra sauce.

Slurp,

All in One,

Doug

wah!! really love this blog!….all this talk of cakes and mangos and strawberries and other succulent foods and fruits has gotten me hungry…..im glad we all took some time to release our inhibitions and  let those juices flow ^_^
thanks Jon for that sensual note …..i have never had sex and yet that was amazing even for me…… (i do dream of love feverently >_<)…..really appreciater the poetic piece by elisa

juice to me is love (in its romantic and sexual form) and the vibrancy of life itself
here's a poem >_<

  SWIRLING JUICES

Some kisses

flow with

red juices

sweet sorrow

bloody

pomegranates

large as

young breasts

supple fruit

bled nonetheless

as I cry in fury

that wine

reminds me of

sweet juices

caress me

at sunset

blood red

pomegranate

revels of

ingrates

flourishes of

Handel

on these red

watercourses

pick the fruit

since it is

blood red

as it drops

dew in the

morning

as with

your red lips

triumph

swirling

red juices

succulent

in the moonlight

sweet as kisses

elevation

in broad day light

triumphant kisses

as we take our

places on

Western thrones

a golden age

made red

by pomegranates

bright though

soiled with

red kisses

with hot

red juices

spilled in the sunlight

triumph

Juice?
What if everything was perfect just as it is?
Even so called negative emotions…
Nothing needs changing…
Now, don't think about it…
Feel it…
Feel the juice?

Whew, I could feel the heat all the way over at my place! So wuz up over HERE!!
Feels like a really friendly food fight. Can I play too?

Splating you all with juicy energy  like Jackson Pollock flinging painted lovers!
OMG I think I fell asleep in the wet spot!!

For all you wonderful drippy delectable juicy fruits ;-)

LOL fell asleep in the wet spot

That's some juicy video!!! I had to come back and read what all was going on here…and between the words and the music, I'm dripping now….

I think of and use the word “juicy” a lot.  For me it's a straightforward, literal interpretation involving the often messy and slurparific inner essence of something/someone/life emerging or being coaxed from the “safety” of its container, without regard for protocol or formality, to be sensed and enjoyed.  And I've got a million of 'em!  I'll list just a few.

I'll start with one of my all-time favorite poems, by Linda Goodman.  It was written and makes reference to the late 60s time frame, but it's essence endures:

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Venusian Vibrations

Will someone please tell Hilly Elkins
who thinks those couples prancing around nude
in Oh! Calcutta!
are the last word in throbbing, sensual passion

that yesterday I saw two people
sitting across from each other
in a crowded, noisy coffee shop
holding eyes and touching hearts
and knowing
how soon and how deep
but waiting
just a little while longer

in case he ever wants to produce a show about sex?

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

These things juice me:

Deep Lover's Communion… vocal or silent, involving the risk of total, authentic exposure and trust

Epiphanies

Receiving messages from loved ones who have crossed over

All of those little moments of Universal Synchronicity that remind me of the Divinity of It All
 

Discovering a kindred, and participating in a bubbling avalanche of sharing as much as we both can as quickly as we can, with generous sprinkles of “Me toooo!”

Decadent, prolonged self-gratification and nurturing… and of course that one has a million subsets, from the figurative and boisterous testing of the hairy palms/blindness theories, to Italian cream cheesecake for breakfast, lunch and dinner, to giving myself permission to just do NOTHING

Giving from the heart and having it be so gratefully received

Giving from the heart, secretly

Thinking of something SO hilarious, and yet SO VERY BAD, and having a trusted friend to enjoy it with me

Rare, soft, affectionate moments with my kids and grandkids

The feeling of early morning wind through open windows and sunroof, holding my husband's hand as we leisurely explore Saturday morning garage sales, and listen to our special James Taylor garage sale-ing tunes on the iPod.  This one evokes in me such a rich appreciation of my life, I sometimes become teary.

That's it, for now. :)

i see the world joining hands and shouting “yes we can”

Juicy equals bliss for this jaguar faerie.
I live each moment with bliss filled energy.

My Juiciness comes out when tapping into being a succulent  wild woman…I have a magnet on my refrigerator door that has a list of things to remind me to be this succulent wild woman and I read it every day when preparing breakfast it says the following:

Be delicious
Eat mangoes naked and lick the juice off your arms
Discover your own goodness
Smile when YOU feel like it
Be rare, eccentric and original
Describe yourself as marvelous
Paint your soul
Investigate you dark places with a flashlight
Make more mistakes
Tell the truth faster
Celebrate your gorgeous friendships with women
You are enough
You have enough
You do enough

Juicy Juicy Juicy :o)

Oh my dear wonderful Satya-Seer.  My husband likes to call the people which you describe “airy fairy bliss ninnies.”  I call it embarrassing.  Yes that is me being judgemental, however, we all chose to incarnate onto this planet to experience 3D life and the goal is to REMEMBER, REALIZE, or however ones personal faith terms it.  My advice to those that think being spiritually evolved means denying the richness of human life is to come down to earth and spend some time introducing your lower three chakras to the upper three.  Well, that is, after getting reacquainted with the lower three! 

Good night love!

Well, sweets, #1 don't let that blog allow you to lose sight of all of the wonderful posts here, posts that are fun & posts that are beautiful & posts that are showing you the love  #2 I don't agree with Gaia inviting kids in anyway, I thought it was supposed to be an adult community - or when it was Zaadz it was, which is what made it such a great place to be other than Facebook or MySpace (perhaps a Gaia Jr. would be in order?)  #3 If my child asked me if I was your friend and if you were gay - which she has while she sat reading over my shoulder one morning - I would, and did, give her a resounding YES!  he's great

Keep the Juices flowing friends.  It's all good.  P.S.  Maybe Heemes was brought up by an uptight parent and just hasn't gotten over it yet, right?

Damn, looks like I'm going to have to clean my keyboard once again.
I seem to have spilled a little yeast into the flower and the stuff is rising and 'causing the keys to stick a little.

Oops, sorry Heemes I think something slipped out of my hand.
Juicy Fruit indeed…Pass the Chocolat Susan #1
I'm off to uTorrent a bit more juice

I love all you juicy people….;-)

Thumbs up satyaseer, popular subject

Just couldn't  pull all the way away yet..
Now fellas this is Juicy.

oh my, for some reason my entire being is sticky with amazing nectars and…………………..
………………………….. i like it!

i better stay clear of that sand box though, or things could get pretty darn messy, don't think human sandpaper would feel very juicy, then again…………………………

Speaking of JUICY… my favorite perfume (thanks to Karl) is Juicy Couture…  The stuff smells great and I even find that a lot of strangers ask me why I smell so good!  LOL!  I have never thought of a dog as being ”Juicy”, but who am I to judge.  ;-)  I will post a picture of my juicy strawberries later. 

All this talk about juice is makin' me thirsty…

This has all gotten quite juicy, hasn’t it? :)

Anyway, to me, living a juicy life means living one that’s full of passion and peak experiences. How does one do that? By knowing and pursuing one’s passions…being open/adventurous…and taking some risks along the way.

lol joy shaking head morninggggggggggggg johhhhhhhhhhn
smoochies

oh John, you've really pissed in some wheaties this morning…
heeheeheeee

this will be fun!

The peeing juice!!!  I'm so glad you added that one, the best pee is right after being Juicy……

oooh a whole blog discussion full of juice! how perfectly delightful!

boogie ~ my hubby always says that except he seems to think people piss in their Cheerios (maybe a taste preference).

Satya - I've been known to say “that's better than sex” when the long awaited pee comes along (i.e. you're out in the middle of nowhere &  the bladder is full, no bathroom in sight for miles, then finally! a restroom) (okay, you're a guy, you can pee wherever you want so you may not know that feeling as well but ahhhhhh it's a good one)

Ooooooo Juicy Babies!  Yes!  Only 5 more days and I will get to hold my grandson for the first time and bury my nose in that delicious newborn smell!  yes!

Another Juicy - gossip.  Gossip is bad.  I try not to.  BUT … Hey, anyone remember this “oh we're not one's to go around spreading rumors
really we're just not the gossipy kind
you'll never hear one of us repeating gossip
so you better be sure and listen close the first time”

BIG LOVE &  free seeds to the first person who tells me where that came from - seeds…. seeds ….oh dear ….bye bye

P.S. Mandi & I are taking the top off the Jeep Wrangler and going garage sale-ing this a.m.  The wind in my hair, fun with my daughter, bargain hunting in the sun, the possibility of finding a treasure - now that's juicy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YFB2PToozUY

Good question about the size of containers…..do you know how to let all 5 gallons flow at once or do you just pour off a little at a time? 

I love to mix flavors of juice! Blueberry and pomegranate are lovely together and if you add lemonade…..yum!   Plus have you ever noticed how juicy the shape of those cute little POM bottles is?

Well I see where this is headed..I'm going up to Niagara and see if i can fit in a tight little barrel. I love to have the falls wash over me..
5 gallons at a time….
let's take a road trip to upstate New York sweetie..

I'm late for the party, as usual, but better late than never, huh?  Juice for me is that full blown wave of power coming out of some amazing musician's monster amplifier in a huge arena full of completely psyched fans.  Give me JIMI!  Give me CLAPTON!  Give me BOSTON!  Give me ZEPPELIN!  Teeth humming, hair flying, electric and alive down to my toenails!

I'm so JUICED right now I probably glow in the dark!  FOO FIGHTERS night before last in the Rose Garden Arena, Portland!  'Nuff said.

lol I thought i was the only one
The Cult of Pee

I love to pee in the woods, more at Elisa's blog referenced above.

mine would say…..oh no mom's onto the pee word and thing again
pleeeeeeeeeease do not shout it out loudly at the grocery store in front of little old ladies again mom lol

oh and btw the feeling of pee is life
and it helped tons of sad teens feel it and cope better with survivor's grief over the death of their choir director!!!

Peeing together is bonding :-D

Somewhere on Planet Earth, there exists photographs of myself and 3 other bridesmaids, including the bride herself, stopped right along the 8-lane Parkway, hot pink dresses hiked up and all squatting near the limo, but in the grass of course, with the ushers standing with backs to us standing guard and acting like Agents :-D
Juicy. Lots of people beeping and honking :-D

I am LOVIN' this blog.  Interesting stuff going on over at Heemes', as well.

So many new kindreds here!  I'm going to be a new friend invitin' fool, as soon as I can create the Gaia time (oh, this pesky 3-D life and its demands!)

Ayla, wasn't that from “Hee-Haw?” :)

Juicy, Juicy Love…

<lick!>

Ha, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I think that all of this talk about your nether-fluids is absolute, unmitigated, self-indulgent, masturbatory, self-stimulating and narcissistic cosmo-wank!

HAHAHAHAHAHA

Y'all, I'm sorry I didn't show up to the party until now.  Been working and, aside from some quick ganders to what the fuck all you wankers have been up to in the rough jumble of crotch and tongue, I think a little “punishment” is due some of you:

First of all, Jon, with his underhanded, under-the-table sleight of hand ought to be tied up and covered with strawberries, HOT melting chocolate, whipped cream, mango juice and everybody's more sumptuous fluids of joy, along with a parade of miniature, slurping, schnorklebeasties while Boogie gets her big boots on, sprays him in breastmilk and the rest of us lick him free of all of as-yet-unexpressed  appetites exploding into the volcanic laughter of discovering that Life Is Unfetterred Orgasm.

Meanwhile, as for John, I suggest that you pull that pin that is so tightly wedged up the “pin boy's” ass and be compassionate because he'll surely miss its comforting fullness.  Then get some 0-0 grit metallic sandpaper, rub the sharpness of the pin's point to a smooth roundness, cover in vaseline and gently reinsert so that he can enjoy its renewed fullness without such over-sensitized “pricklishness.”

And since we're “taking the piss out”: remember that urine is a blood plasma filtrate exudate and is simply the “topping off” of all that goodness that keeps your blood vital and running hot.  Its medicinal value is unsurpassed.  But there's nothing quite so pleasurable as pissing on a luscious, round, full ass, into a bellybutton, or between a hot, full set of scrumptious tits. 

And in case any of you think for a moment that YOUR tits don't qualify, let me tell you a little secret:  I never met a pair of tits I didn't like!

Shockaboom!

Yes to golden rain in the mountains and the foothills! now we know where those flowers come from, O!

If Jon does't want to be the center of the banana split, I'll volunteer… .

Ooops, my granddaughter is watching.  Though she is a wise two year old. Her prayer life includes thanking Jesus that she goes pee and poop. I think she is all right here with me.

Now I am all juiced up and ready to go back to work in the studio. I'll stop back when I feel peckish a little later on.

It's a bit or lots of fun for some.
Everyone has their own Point of View and preferences, including Heemes.
We are all right and alright.
No judgment. 

Personally, I don't like public profanity —perhaps related to the era I grew up in.  Even men didn't swear in public.  I can see my mother's and grandmother's faces, and the bar of soap………

Years ago I had known a coworker named Basia.  I did not know her well, it was more like we knew of each other.  I took a job as an AE for a cosmetics company and Basia sent me her resume as she wanted to interview for a makeup artist position.  THis is how I found out that she was an ordained minister.  One day a couple of months later we were at lunch and she said the word “fuck.”  I gasped and declared, “BASIA! Youare an ordained minister and YOU  said FUCK?!?!?” She laughed and replied, “Yes, and what does my being a reverend have to do with it?”  Many years later I count Basia as one of my closest friends, respected spiritual teachers and am blessed that she was the one to marry Brian and me. 

Carla, you can join me in the banana and be vicariously boogiebreastfed and licked into sated submission……

Tomorrow I am starting a blog on sacred male sexuality….you is all invited.

I have stated my thinking to Paul (Heemes) on his blog…so far he has not yet replied but I have faith that he will…..

Thanx for catalysing this little journey for me John.

Blessings and love and juicy secretions to all of you in a finemistspray

Jon x

Ok, let me say right now
the Golden shower group
is an extremist sect, a branching off from the Cult of Pee
the Cult of Pee
does NOT sanction them
and may i offer you an umbrella???

maybe I should inform Bush, he could blame this on al qu..that i cannot spell still :D

Well, Jon, if we are going to be in the banana split together, I might have to invite you to be my “friend”. I can have your picture in my album then.

I'll be along to the Sacred Maie sexuality blog tomorrow!

Elisa, you have my full support and respect for your boundaries, and I appreciate you defining them clearly. May I join you under the umbrella ;o)

Juice, sauce, sweetness, laughter, sharing a hairy, meaty mango pit like mouth to mouth resuscitation but with laughter spilling out and catching like wildfire til i have to run and pee before i pee on me–or thee. (I'll pass on punishment and stand with my sisters under the umbrella for the golden showers and will pass on Cleveland steamers too)

but juice, sweet, sweet juice, salsa, swing, music
bringing us to our fluid state of states. hips gyrating freely liberating, lubricating into the flow again.

and love, the juicy flow of love with the taste of our pleasure our delight. oy my, good night!

Any more space neath that umbrella? Cuz I'd love to join in this dance of live, of love and of the pure sensual pleasure of spirit animating matter.
Remember when it began, that first day, the very first time and light was born, and BANG!splattering the dark silk of desire with stars…..?
I'm with you Love.

I posted a comment that directly related to this blog here, (and which addresses the site's policy on minors) but I wanted to add another note.

It goes without saying (or should!) that self-expression is wonderful and necessary and needed. Being able to communicate what is alive and excited and thriving (even throbbing) in ourselves is crucial to our humanity and engagement and participation with others. And being able to dive into the traditionally taboo and conventionally 'inappropriate' and to bring what's buried there into gleeful awareness is essential to a rich and healthy life. I mean, duh.

However, John, tramping over the feelings and ignoring the fears and 'edges' of others just because you need to “express yourself' is, to my mind, neither adult nor mature.' It's childish. There's a means by which self-expression (even the most explicitly juicy sort!) can be welcoming and inviting and inclusive and truly, deeply loving. There's a way to help people feel safe when confronted with your raw self, and to encourage them open to the same. Calling them names isn't it.

To my mind, juiciness demands openness. It demands openness so that it might flow. Condemning others as judgmental (even if they “cast the first stone”) is not juicy; it's the opposite. It's cutting off the flow, of both communication and potential. There are other options that might encourage more openness and more slurpy awakenings. (Little Big O, I think, is on the right track. :)

So if you're going to bring up adult topics, then be an adult. Try being curious, rather than defensive, when someone presents a different perspective. Try finding out where you can find a shared (messy) core. I mean, goodness. I'd want my juice to be sweet, rather than leaving a bad taste in the mouths of others… and I'd hope the rest of you feel the same.

Boy, I missed this blog.
There is a lot of juice being poured  out .
Well , Oh no not me , mine is exotic, and rare and I will leave it right there…

Seems we need to add another tag to “Our Best Loved Interests” box, along with art and yoga.  Juice, perhaps?  Or, dare we say it – sex? 

Oh, Siona… ouch.  Your points are all technically correct, but your post struck me as a public scolding of John (in his own living room, at his own party, to which we are all invited guests) and that seems out of place, as well.  Convenient or not, you being the Director of Gaia tends to “amplify” your communications, and seeing something critical or negative from you packs a little more of a wallop.  Sure, John felt offended, experienced anger and vented, but aren't those issues part of John's personal growth process, and John's to examine? 

From what I've read, considerable healing and growth have already taken place, both between John and Paul and Jon and Paul!   All three (and many of us!) seem to have been blessed in a big way by all of this, and I'm sure that at this point if everyone could rewind and re-do, it would happen much more smoothly and respectfully, all around. 

I don't know that anyone participating here isn't already a dear friend of Satya John's, and inasmuch as we've all repeatedly witnessed his kindness, love and grace, we are more than inclined to allow him his “human-ness” without any desire to pick at him, or make his reaction a focus or an issue.

We're all for conscious evolution, and all for all.  Everybody's cool!

MamaSue: Everyone's cool, indeed! And I didn't mean to be ouchy…

John? Please no harm intended; I'll be embarrassed to find out that what I wrote comes across as callous or disrespectful, and I agree wholly with MamaSue about the growth and depth that unfolded here. I didn't mean to clomp in and ignore that.

Still, personally I'm glad there's no rewind button on this (or on life). :)

This has surely been an interesting blog , to say the least.
Growth has unfolded wisely here.
Yet, we all have to remember The kids.
I have them , and I sure know they are inquisitive .
As was I when I was young.
We are the role modules of the future, what we say , and do shines for  the next generation.Yes , and Siona , I must say , any age can get on here without parental guidance.I have been in several meetings, with the police , about websites, and stuff is happening all around.So what is Gaia really about people?
Guess what it isn't all about sex, and juice.
Let's all click this button , and go forward.
See you all on the other side…

I came over to lick some juice to finish this last little bit on my sculpture before I finally get to go to bed. All  I find are some rinds, some sticky spills on the floor, an empty Godiva chocolate bag  and a banana peel.

Did our parents show up after all and drag us home from the party?
Does Gaia have a curfew?

John's asleep now. This doesn't seem fair.

Nobody came to bust up Sprite's graduation party and that went on for days. We were really rowdy at that one.

WOW, this place smells fantastic!  Eau de Joy, passion fruit, and 25 of my new best friends, passed out with sated smiles, limbs akimbo, little dollops of whipped cream (I think) on their free-spirited little noses…

…awwwww….

I love you guys!  And Satya, I want to thank you for the most inspired, gorgeous, succulent (wish my SARK books weren't all packed away, my sleepy brain could use some more adjectives) party that there EVER has been, in the history of online parties!! 

SAY it ain't over!!

My husband is off playing his BADASS trumpet with his salsa band (you know THEY'RE having a juicy time!  Man, I love their music) and my goal is to stay awake to properly welcome him home… you know… like June Cleaver did… in a way that won't permanently scar any poorly-supervised children or put their parents in the uncomfortable position of re-examining their repression.  (meow)  ANYWAY, I'm up!!

Hey, I smell ART.  Carla, is that you??

Sue, I'll bet you'll be ready to give your fella a juicy welcome when he walks through the door, (even June was naked under her clothes)…

John, you throw a damn juicy party and I'm happy to have been dipped in this pool. Next time though, I guess you'll need to put up one of those “no lifeguard on duty” signs, so no children get splashed accidentally.  

The Universal  juice keeps flowing whether we're here to lick, slurp or swill it down or not. Personally, I don't want to waste a drop.

It's done, and I have come to the Juice Bar for a celebration!
I finished the piece after working on it all day. It's beautiful. I'm going to let it rest before firing to make sure there are no adjustments. I don't like to say something is really finished at two am when my judgment could be clouded.
This is the point in my creative process when Carla wants to be fed and fucked. That's what art making does to me. This time it was a prequel instead of the sequel, and that works for inspiration. Tonight, or this morning, I'll just have to tell you what I'd have if I could get it right now.
I am dreaming of Kalamata olives, briny bitter black olives, firm fleshed, yet soft enough that I can peel the flesh from the pit withi my tongue. Then mellow it out with tempered brie, creamy, rich.  Now I want one of the Banjoman's mama's homemade pickled habaneros. I can take the whole thing in my mouth at once and smoke doesn't even come out my ears.  Banjoman is still getting over that one. Yeah it's hot. So I'll cool it off with a glass of chilled muscadine wine… oooh that is so sweet. Tastes like a dusty road in Tennessee in August. Same roads in Georgia, and smells the same, too, like red dust, thick skinned fruit fermenting on the vine, Bees and cicadas and crickets all a hummin and a strummin. Muscadine wine, sweet and slick as young love's first kiss. Glad we're not young any more, cause we know what to do next! I'm going to bed now, y'all go work on your own wet dream!
See you in the daylight hour.

Sue, your man plays Salsa? I forgot about Salsa, Goes with the Habaneros. I love it! and if I start digging for my Salsa records I can forget about sleep.  Night night again.

lol still not smelling the negative lol
it's great to have to by job oooo
go thru posts and stop anyone's joy that does not reflect one's own desires or limits or boundaries or whatever one likes to call a wall so thick it feels like no one can get thru, but i cannnnnnnnnnnn
i just dont' wannaaaaaa it feels nasty and makes me gag repeatedly from the purge
I'D BEST HAVE SOME MORE JUICE!!!!!!!!!
See, the error always tends to be, that if you squeeze enough, the juice will end, go away, no more looking at it.
If you squeeze a rock, this holds true eventually.
However, water you see …is patient
Keep on learning Siona
I wish you well!!!!
Spinning that Bang of creation that Doug showed about Siona, May her dreams teach her well!!!!

Did you KNOW that much juice doesn't at first have that happy joy feeling and expression?  Some juice takes the patience of water and then the lily opens and invites one in to see its secret and then you know…:)

YAY SPLASHING but keep the pee off of me pleaaaaaaase
lol
dances across clearing in scarves in shades from purple to blue to green wooooooooooshhhhhhhhhhh

hahaha!  this is so much fun!
thank you everyone, especially you, John, for allowing us this fun in your space.
and thanks Siona, too.
nothing like a loving spanking to get the juices flowing…
heh

accidental juice exposure roflmao!!!!!

HAZMAT team for accidental juice exposure lol

pssssst lol it was sarcasm hehehehe
going out to play in wet grass now, might catch a rainbow!!!!

You're welcome, John. ;)

If you do have a 'no lifeguard on duty' sign, you might want to post a 'remember you've got an audience!' too. I posted a comment here about that; while I'm quite sure that you don't mind that the whole world will be able to discover and read this conversation for years into the future, I think it's worth mentioning so that newcomers know, too.

Oh, Carla, what a beautiful post!  & elisa, did you catch that rainbow?   John, I can't post pics of the treasures because I didn't find any.  Well, Mandi did - clothes!  go figure! My treasure was just the day out with her, the wind in our hair … and damn those irrigation thingies in Idaho - dangerous stuff riding around in a Jeep with the lid off!  Thank Goodness we didn't go by any that were spraying cow shit onto the road (yeah, it's supposed to hit the fields but … ) - now that would have been a non-juicy juicy story to tell! 
My Mama always said Juicy is as Juicy does

I have no idea where that came from. 

no carla, no rainbow yet….i went to the grocery to do some veggie food costing for some meals i am planning, it's been ages since i spent the time feeling sniffing and not buying
i will do it again soon, just not on a sunday right after church…talk about overload hehe

food is so rich in juice you can feel it coming off of it in waves
some have to hold it
others can do it from feet away
try it…with some of the things you are most attracted to and see what happens
mmmmmmmmmmm juice
improves your energy and allows for a complete circuit return

Damn.  I don't know how I missed this blog - Jon's pointed me this way.  I'll make up for it, I swear … ;-)

You know, if enough people agreeed to it, the intratubes could be the vehicle for people agreeing to appear to be human.  You know those sci-fi shows with telepathic cultures? I've always wondered how that would be, if you knew and they knew and nobody had to be embarrassed but at the same time everyone was accountable to everyone else, not for what they said or did or appeared to be, but who they really were. What would that be like?

I like the idea of not performing, not editing myself, I love the crazy stream-of-consciousness than Jon does, but I'm not that public. I'm a very interior person. But how would it be if we all knew everything and it didn't matter anymore?

I love the idea of so many people opening everything up and letting go of it, whatever comes of that, because this is who we all really are – angry some days, bitchy, funny, clever, superficial, tender, real, scared, brave, complicated, gorgeous.  I've thought about blogging not just as a care-full public document, but as a way of keeping the notes I keep throughout the day just for myself, things that would be boring I think to anyone else. Just letting everyone who wants to, read my notes that I'm only writing for me, but I don't know if I'm brave enough for that kind of thing.

I know I admire other people who are approaching that kind of  thing though, and maybe hope their future employers, if they aren't doing the same, will at least applaude it. Maybe that's naive, but I like the word hopeful better.

There's never been this kind of opoportunity to connect before. I hope we make the most of it and aren't only polite and careful and correct.

Even if I try to be.

I admire that tremendously, and I think/hope it's okay that by nature I'm not the same. I don't think it's dogma or spiritual constipation, I've just always been inclined to take things in and turn them over for awhile before I have anything to say about them. And I tend to be care-full of other people's feelings. That isn't always useful, but it's part of me.

I love this site and love that all of us are on different paths and we're all creating this web of intersections and interactions that wouldn't happen otherwise.
I love these crazy long comment threads, the perfect combination of a big world and a protected little community with voices you recognize.
I love that people get to make their own choices about what they want a blog to be about - for them. And that people are welcome to join in and if they don't like it, they're welcome to go find something they like better. Because there's so much here, more than I can take in.
I love that Siona (who I do love love love) is actually human and sometimes sounds like a schoolmarm and instantly responds to that in a typical Siona gracious and open way.

I think ALL of this is just so…juicy.

runs along behind rapunzel with shears
better let down that hair faster or i shall be forced to HELP YA!!! 

remember as a kid in the winter when you blew on the glass and then wiped out a shape to change the view?
did it change what was really there??
did it change how we felt about it??
happy juicing!!!

Oh you JUICY baby!

Here's to all of us JUICY animals!

I'm checking back in on what has been said and it is such an interesting thread!  Juiciness has sometimes had the connotations that “I have a secret”, it might not be my secret but by revealing it, we betray and create juiciness by telling it.  What I've learned is that secrets are just lies.  My friend is seeing a married man…it is a secret because it is based on a lie.  I have flushed a lot of that kind of bullsh*& out of my life.  I'm open and not inclined to be dishonest anymore.  There may have been a time in my life when I thought that having secrets was juicy, but not anymore.  It is so liberating to be able to tell a story and not have to worry about keeping up with who knows what and what story did I tell to that person.  Being honest with ourselves and with others, which means accepting ourselves just as we are, is an acceptable way to behave.  People will not abandon you for being truthful.  If they do abandon you for being honest then you are better off without them.  I invest in my friends, I give away more than I take and it feels good to do it that way for me.  It brings lots of juicy love into my life.  If we open ourselves up, use a governor on our words and make what we say count, then our cup runs over with juice.  This isn't a license to be a know it all and give everyone the benefit of our opinions.  If you pause and think about things for a moment, allowing your actions and words to be used as instruments of love, then you can't go wrong.  I've been smacked between the eyes with Karma too many times and I am grateful for the smacking.  It has brought me to where I am now.  I appreciate hearing all your comments and feel the juice flowing in all of you.  I love John and am so glad to have him in my real life not just my online life.  He's a wonderful man.  I feed off his juice regularly and he mine.  It was so amazing to have Carla here this week.  What a treat to see, touch, commune and hear her lovely voice in person.  Maybe more visits from some of you are in my future.  What fun!  The Church of the Porch is a real place.  The spirit moves in mysterious ways and I'm in awe of it now and hopefully will keep finding it wherever my travels take me.  Love the juice baby.

I was noticing that over the last week for me and into this morning that when I TRY to have juice, TRY to hang onto a certain feeling.  I feel like I need more.  Desperation comes to mind, but is a bit strong for the feeling/urge.  It is in my quietest non seeking moments that I have the most 'juice'.  I think my idea and experience of juice vacillates.  Sometimes it is satisfaction from the external.  Sometimes it is the peace of being grounded.  My eyes are different then.  Even in grounding and juice there are times when one simply is and rather has not.  No need for me or anyone else to feel broken or needing punishment for not 'having' it.