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There was a young man from old Doune Considered a horny wee loon At the corner he'd stand Like a man in a band Fiddling his instrument's tune

Young ladies who like to drip drip Homage the wee man in his ship They stroke his wee head Till he pops up, quite red And there's enough going on for sip sip

A laddie was scratchin his baws Early one mornin because In the morning they itch Well ain't life a bitch But he'd rather be using his jaws

When holding discussions about preggers You make yourself open to neggers They just can't abide A sustained other side And f**k your reputation, the beggars

EH?! I never mentioned self fertilisation. Even hermaphrodites can't manage that one! If this were the case, the procreation thread across town would be going in quite a different direction, and aspies would be going hell for leather for another species so that we could live in bleedin peace, far far far away from pesky fuzzy minded NTs! At any rate ... I can think of better orifices to put semen into than that particular one! I thank you :P

I have a book on Aspergers syndrome which posits that Kinsey was an aspie. If I remember rightly, in his chapter it says that he did not do much of the actual research, but that it was done by research assistants (RAs). I'd have to look it up actually, but at any rate, I am fairly sure his personal orientation was less ofva factor. He did a later study onwomen, I believe, too. Interestingly, aspies are slightly more likely to be gay or bi. They are also more likely to be asexual. That concurs with my theory that aspies are in many respects just extremes of some traits. My personal belief is that the incidence of homosexuality is much higher than 1:10. And that's not a gay fundamentalist position! As several people have said, it depends on your definition of gay. But are gay and homosexual the same thing? In my opinion, no. There is pretty well agreed opinion that a large element of footbal viewing culture is based around men's desire to look upon other 'fit' men being successful and being role models to aspire to. They appreciate the well defined masculinity, and see its implied virility. Does that mean they wanna go out and suck cock? Rarely, I'd suggest. But does it mean there's a small degree of homosexuality? I think so. One of the old sayings you hear about aspies is that we (i.e. the general population) are all a bit autistic. The same argument is also made about homosexuality. While I agree with Graeme's comments on the validity of the Gaussian distribution, I do think it is probably fairly accurate that this distribution pattern occurs. Nobody can tell me that rugby players having milk races is not a little bit gay. After all, we all know that jacking off is not really that easy in view of something which disgusts you. Therefore, rugby players are getting some sort of stimulation from the sight of other mens stroking their erect penises to fruition. And the same applies to other milk racing groups too! If they were stressed about it, they'd largely be unable to orgasm. Another thing is the reporting, as alluded to by several people. Many many married guys would never report it, yet they hang around in parks at night to get the sexual release they crave. It's not necessarily that sticking it to the wife is not what they want to do. Just that they want to stick it to another male too. And I'm not even sure I'd call that closeted homosexuality, more like separated bisexuality. But according to one sexual health worker I spoke to about this (practice which I previously utterly detested), if these guys dont get m/m sexual expression, they will go nuts. (I still don't like it, but I'm less judgemental about it, and could never do it myself). Men have a drive to ejaculate. That is why we masturbate so much. The need just gets too great. This drive will easily lead us into situations where any opportunity will be taken as long as it is safe ... both physically as well as in terms of discovery. A pretty straight guy might well indulge his need to ejaculate if another guy happens to offer the chance of satisfaction by a moist mouth. Then he will discover that it is much better than most women. Hey presto, change effected. Does that make him gay? No. Homosexual? No. Bisexual? Hell, yes! Is bisexuality gayness or a watered down version of homosexuality? Hmmmmmm. I think any meaningful discussion on this needs a decision on what constitutes homosexuality. Is it a historical indulgence? If so, well, many guys have jacked off together, but not touched each other. Many have touched another, but just once. Many have indulged in physical contact beyond a simple touch. Many have indulged a fantasy about having David Beckham's body as a sexual tool for themselves to operate. Many have had wet dreams over guys. Many will have had more than a passing interest in the gorgeous dick slipping in and out of that woman's mouth in a porn flick. Is it current practice? I had a wank with a guy the other day. I touched another guy the other day on his shoulder for some reason I can't explain and I have that filling feeling in my pants. I screwed my wife in the ass because it felt like doing a guy. I let a guy blow me yesterday. I blew a guy this morning. God! I like this plumber who only walked in twenty seconds ago and who I've never met before. And so on and so forth. Defining the terms of the question is generally more important than constructing it. But if you take homosexuality as being at least open to the possibility of same sex sex, then I think you might find that 10% boot might actually be on the other foot.

There was a young man in a pickle Who could only but flow with a trickle It caused him such grief His emmissions were brief Orgasms were nought but a tickle

Dunno what it is about this, but it has put my headspace in Hobbit mode ... which is a good thing ... Glad it's only a prologue ... I see much potential here When's the next chapter?

Now THAT'S a Valentines tale! Good to see a woman taking charge for once.

Wow. That was one disturbing tale. You clearly have a talent for taking the ordinary and making it terrifying, or at he very least very unsettling. It was all almost poetic and then : The eight beautiful horses fidgeted. I mean! Where the hell do you find such a simple sentence so uttely replete with foreboding and menace?! And then at the end, the almost simpleness of the coach and horses disappearing was pretty disturbing. Wow. Just wow. There was one thing that was an interesting figure: The Prince had been enchanted into a frog, but released by the Princess, and yet he seemed to have enchanted the Princess into loving him. That's quite a bit of layering.

Awww ... so near and yet so much further away. You're killing me here! Here's a prompt to get you going ... Prompt #99 Write a story, within the next twenty minutes. It must contain a girl called Eli, who goes to look after a woman called Mel for a couple of nights. Meanwhile the other two main characters conduct a dance of tentativeness until they finally fall into each other's arms. Or not!!

What a nice wee portrait of domesticity. I kinda wondered if you were sending her to a long bath to remove some of the salt by osmosis ... and then you had her put salts IN the bloody bath. Honestly, the poor woman can't do right for the author making her do wrong I have no idea if you got all the words in, or if you made the word count instruction. And I couldn't care less. This wee story was just such an everyday vignete of a life, it was fabby. Thank you.

Well, Cleo, she sure liked to clasp Her little man, Ceasar's, wee asp But it stuck out its tongue Which she got in the bung And her breathing became just ... a gasp I've got an appointment with the police ... I wish to hell they'd arrive ... this is getting out of control, now

There once was a man in Belize Who kept his cock covered in cheese His boyfriend would beg But he'd insist on the smeg And use it as 'shuffling grease' Ewwwch. Too much, even for me

There once was a young man from Perth Who liked having sex on wet earth The feeling of mud While baw deep in fud Was amazing with the boatman in berth You know ... it took me over a week to work out how to do the last line on that! It's also one of the more naughty ones I've done

Ehm, I'm not sure you did achieve the prompt ... but I'm sure as hell glad you didn't. You were scared of this woman for the wrong reasons, but in fact, you had learnt what you needed to, not to be scared of the bullies. I say that's a success all round. I think that tour fear forced you to recognise that you no longer needed to fear thosenwho would try to make you weaker, therefore you didn't need to be involved with somebody who was going to frighten you in the process of making you stronger ... or I wonder if I ain't just talking shite here, now that I think about it again I don't know why, though, but for some reason I found myself very visually immersed in this story, which is a good thing is such a short piece.

Awww that made me soooo nostalgic. At least yiu got your final moments with Teddy. I had two, a mesium sized yellow one and a wee brown and beige one. They disappeared one day, kidnapped by the evil sod that was ... well, whoever it was ... it's a child crime that has never been solved, but I thjnk I know who it was! Very touching little story with no shortage of little sticking-out-tongue moments Loved it. By the way ... what is an Indian in this context ... it's not a reference I'm familiar with.

I tell you what ... this a lovely, refreshing little piece. Not done with the usual weary tropes, except for the permission thing, which I think could perhaps have been more of a decision taken than permission granted. I really liked it. If there was anything to make a note about, I think it is that your repeated use of the character's name is pretty jarring and felt kinda unnatural. I know it's pretty important when two or more are involved, to use names, but it wasn't necessary here. I felt that you were trying to get us to inhabit his emotional state through narration, and reference to the more particular 'Nick', rather than 'he' didn't quite work. But I really felt a connection, and a real sense of place. Your description of the woman was more evocative then description which I much prefer. I didn't understand her evaporation though! Lovely piece, Jian.

Does it work? No. Not within its tiny wee self, as the car seems to have amnesia which is not dealt with as a metaphor for Mel. But, does it work within the overall story. Definitely. It was a quite charming little piece. Dunno what she had against Will. I mean. Who the hell is Will? But here's the really cool bit ... I think I have got my head around it right ... This is a chapter within a prompt prompted story. The basic idea for this specific chapter came from another prompt. So it's a prompt within a prompt, right? Wrong. Because the element of Mel's absence of voice came from what we might call a prompt from KC (unless I am very mistaken). Therefore it is a prompt within a prompt within a prompt. Now, let's set aside the fact that probably even Lugh couldn't have dreamt that one up (though I have no doubt he'll be on it like a flash ). But this shows how multilayering can happen within a story, where there are levels of importance, levels of meaning, plotting, and sub-ploting going on. That sort of complexity makes writing much more interesting. Admittedly there is an awful lot of writing on GA, but I certainly haven't come across that complexity so far. Hurrah for Frostalicious.

Oh, I liked the last one ... I loved this one! Tricky wee bugger, the wisher. I actually hoped he would get a fourth wish for his lack of selflessness. That would have been nice ... but I guess a potential lifetime with someone that can magic stuff up outta the ether would be puritty good! Nicely twisted at the end, there.

Oh Mr.! The pastimes of the jaded or what! Loved it. Thought he might be a bit horrible, but that was just full on out of leftfield. But then, I suppose that a lack of altruism in the wishes deserved a bit of misanthropy in their granting! Thank you.

O. M. G. What the hell was that all about? A man from a ... pussy Now, there's wishful thinking. But seriously: inventive, appealing, provoking, downright silly, and great fun. I was watching a bit of Finding Nemo earlier, so this anthropromorphism is kinda 'in there' tonight. Really liked it. Thanks.

Hey Frosty! You women! Always multitasking! I am afraid that, for all that it is an interesting idea, all it told me was that Tyler is something of a dedicated and slightly neurotic dad (and yeah, I know that neurosis about the kids is a pre-requisite in a parent!! lol). But we already knew this. It's one of his endearing, if slightly frustrating, qualities. I suppose it kinda filled that out a wee bitty, and it was fun to read - especially the bit where it looks like Eli has slipped off early and gone for a beer!!!!!! :D :D Now ... let's get back to the tension, eh!!

At last the red banner is furled Tomorrow, no News of the World The peace will be bliss Without this rag full of piss And a life that is considerably less scurled

Hurrah, it's the last of the Potters The Jakey has shut up her jotters But here are my fears There'll be lachrymose tears And noses a-running with snotters