Honest Proposition By Joe Dees Let us embark on courtship's dance Begin romance And let us kindle passion's fire Inflame desire Then let us ride the raging tide A-rage inside And precious ecstasy purloin: Let us conjoin. Let your thighs squeeze my stone caress Feel my thickness Let my tongue tease your buds to bloom Taste your perfume And let us shudder with delight Exalt the night Then let us slumber till the morn Renewed, reborn. I'll really get reamed when Nicole reads that I also had a Jewish girlfriend (we met as members of a junior college chess club; her name was Julie Silverman, and she is currently married to a Polish Marine whom she met after her own enlistment as a Marine officer). It IS a small alphabetic accusation adjustment for her to make from racist to rapist, but I am neither of those Nicole-constructed straw sickoes, nor will I ever be. Her "Mandingo" rape fantasy is all hers, and certainly not mine. Do you know why I went through all the emotional pain of walking those women and girls through picket lines past the fundie fanatics? When I asked my wife to marry me, she broke into tears, and said that there was something I deserved to know first. When she was a shavetail Naval ensign, fresh out of the Academy, she had been sent to Naples, Italy and billeted as a PAO officer (that title, Public Affairs Officer, turned out to be cruelly Ironic). She was young, naive, vulnerable, alienated and alone in a strange country where she didn't even speak the language, and she had an affair with another naval officer. Her diaphragm slipped, and she became pregnant. She, being a good Catholic and a good sailor, turned to her unit commander, also a Catholic, for advice. He told her that she should carry the pregnancy to term, and adopt the child out. She took his advice; then he turned on her. As soon as it was too late for her to abort the pregnancy, he mustered his command, and! ! publicly denounced her in front of them all as a slut and strumpet. Meanwhile, when her female colleagues became pregnant, they took a three day weekend, quietly went to Germany for an abortion, and that was the end of it for them. Of course it made no difference in my feelings for her, and we were married. It was years later, when I just happened to be driving by the Ladies' Center on procedure day, that I saw a gaggle of antiabortionists beating a crying young girl with their picket signs as she was trying to enter. At that moment, it became my fight, too. I stopped my car, interposed my body, helped her inside, and immediately volunteered for escort service. That Nicole DARES to post such a raving ranting screed impugning my character speaks volumes about her own. Joe E. Dees Poet, Pagan, Philosopher ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Access your e-mail anywhere, at any time. Get your FREE BellSouth Web Mail account today! http://webmail.bellsouth.net ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
