Wangari Maathai

Power of the people

This week, Wangari Maathai died in her native Kenya.  Not only was she one of the most educated women of her generation in that part of Africa,obtaining a doctoral degree in veterinary anatomy, but she was also a Nobel peace laureate for her role as an environmental and social activist.  She established the Green Belt Movement which focused on better management of natural resources to improve the lives of the people living in that environment.

 

It seems Wangari Maathai had a calling and neither marriage nor motherhood could hold her back. In 1979, Wangari Mathai’s husband filed for divorce describing her as too strong-minded and uncontrollable for a woman [Bass guwi]

Her outlook is inspirational and her character charismatic:

Pregnant Robot

Do we have a pregnant robot in the medical school at Kuwait University to train med students?

Noelle is pregnant robot available from Gaumard used as a birthing simulator.

 

 

 

 

 

Saudi Women

Today, women in Saudi Arabia were granted the right to participate in voting and running for positions in future elections of the municipal council.

This will surely mean that other changes are on the way as well.

entrepreneurs needed

Customs foils bid to smuggle ‘sex toys’ by Kuwaiti woman

 KUWAIT CITY, Sept 20: Customs officials, in coordination with the Ministry of Communications, recently foiled an attempt by a Kuwaiti woman to import sex toys and other stuffs into the country, reports Al-Watan Arabic daily.
Personnel from the General Customs Authority were tipped-off about the contraband which was being purchased by the suspect via the Internet.
When the parcel arrived at the Keifan Post Office the woman, who is in her 30s, went to collect it she was arrested and detained for interrogation.
The parcel which came from an unidentified Asian country has been confiscated.

 

Perhaps it is time for interested parties to consider the local manufacturing and production of sex toys since they are in increasing demand.  We might come up with some exotic toys with a local flavour to satiate the wicked streak in all of us.

 

Do we really need domestic helpers?

Domestic helpers includes housemaids, cooks, drivers, gardeners, houseboys etc….

 

 

Interesting read from a woman not used to the idea of domestic helpers:

http://bassonsinindia.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-reflections-on-having-servants.html

http://bassonsinindia.blogspot.com/2011/02/servants-as-sub-class.html

 

Interesting read from a Sri Lankan writer on Treating Servants Humanely.

 

 

 

Circumstance

Circumstance is a film directed by Maryam Keshavarz and it deals with the lesbian relationship between two young women in Iran.

In this clip, Keshavaraz discusses her controversial film:

 

The trailer:

I don’t think KNCC will be showing this locally. It would be interesting to see the film to judge for myself.

mr blue eyes

the way you stopped your cab

so promptly

and said:

Where would you like to go, Madame?

And the way you pronounced it

was so damned alluring

“Ma-dem”

My brightly coloured shopping bags

are carefully lined up

in your cab

one two three

and I sit back

soon realizing that you are saying something to me

through the glass barrier

oh your eyes

they are so blue

I’m sorry, I say

I didn’t hear you

You meet my gaze

in the rear view mirror

and ask me

if I had just seen that actress

oh what’s her name

Who was in Hotel Rwanda?

Oh Really

No, I say dreamily

You say she just cycled past us.

I smile politely.

You catch my eyes

again

and raise your head

so that I can see your slight smile

and ask

Been having a nice day, “Madem”?

Yes, thank you and you?

Oh, not bad you say

I try to take things easy

not let anything stress me out.

I even do my shopping after midnight

To avoid the crowds and stress.

Your eyes

deep blue

and one of them is slightly lazy

drifting off

- helter skelter -

talk is easy

on a warm fall day

with September leaves

rustling on the trees

At my destination

you wish me a happy evening ahead

And I alight

telling you

that you do have such attractive blue

eyes

And it does not mean a thing

past that singular moment

just a part of being

and departing

with goodwill.

So Coco

 

Bondage 101

Guest post by M.J.:

Erotic games in the bedroom can spice up a couples’ sex life and I’d like to discuss one aspect of role play I find adds fun and pleasure.

Bondage 101
Generally speaking, bondage  involves the use of restraints for sexual pleasure.

It’s a form of exploring higher levels of sexual intimacy and  considered a “different” type of foreplay. Done properly, participants should not find it degrading.

However, mental and physical preparation is essential for couples considering exploring elements of bondage and talking about it thoroughly is the best way to start.  This type of sexual role play involves surrendering your body to your partner and trusting him to treat it with love and affection.

Physical preparations can involve yoga or any relaxing method that you feel comfortable with. Another physical preparation that I think is extremely important are perfumes, body butter, body sprays or anything that you know will arouse your partner.

After  you have both decided to step into this amazing world, you should choose whether you want to be the dominant or the submissive person.

The dominant person takes charge, stimulates and controls every aspect of the situation.  The submissive person receives the sexual stimulation.

Reversing roles  will be the ultimate way to explore the different joys bondage can bring.

Beginners need a few basic items to start with such as:

1 .  Restraints which should be soft and easy to tie and untie.
2 .  Blindfold  which should cover the eyes entirely and made of cotton or any other soft fabrics.
3.  Leather whip or a riding crop.
4.   Feather tickler.
5.   Any sexy outfit that will arouse your partner preferably made of leather.

There are different ways to engage in bonding and your imagination is the limit.  As an example, I will describe one situation:

After the preparations, the submissive partner should be tied up (voluntarily) by the dominant partner to the bed  with the use of  restraints.

Using the blindfold at the beginning takes away some of the fun.  Let the submissive partner enjoy “the view” for some time and arouse her with some sexy dancing and such.

Next comes the fun part.

Blindfold her, and whisper sexily into her ear about  all the  things you want to do;  the way you want to touch her skin, the way you want to lick every inch of her body.  Use your voice to seduce her and hold back any physical contact. Keep her in the dark and in anticipation of what you will do next.

First step:
Start with light butterfly kisses all over the body and then strike her with the whip – swiftly but gently on any body part.  Follow this with a long sensual lick on the same body part; that should jolt her and send waves of pleasure all over her body. Repeat it for few minutes on different parts of the body.   Change the intensity of the strikes as long as it’s not painful. Kiss, lick, nibble, bite and do whatever possible to send your partner to heaven and back.

Second step:
Using the tickler.  Run the feathers all along the body in light slow strokes specially around the sensitive areas.

I like is to touch with one hand and use the tickler with the other. The feathers and hand touch give a more relaxing feeling. Don’t forget to whisper words of love and affection in her  ear.

Final step can differ. If you can’t resist the temptation and start to untie her after the first step,  rough and kinky sex will follow. Untying her after the second step will result in slow and sensual sex.

This is just a 101 lesson from a novice.

So, do your best to pleasure your partner and make that night an unforgettable experience.

Disclaimer.: This article was written by myself out of personal experience. Results may vary. I’m not responsible of any injuries that may occur in result of applying the methods mentioned above.  –  MJ

embodying fleeting images

Wild thing:

a trotting rhinoceros,

a fidgety savannah gazelle,

a whinnying horse,

a  tiger positioning golden eyes

on its prey,

a dog yelping with excitement

a bird soaring high.

That’s me.

makes you think twice

When I first read this article, I scoffed and was mildly amused at the idea of two people jammed in an airplane bathroom for 20 minutes and then kept thinking: “Why was a third person also handcuffed and taken away?”

Here is the article since it probably won’t be available later. You can tell from the title and the content how sensational it is. And if you would like to be further entertained, go on to the comments section.

‘Kissing’ couple prompt scare onboard plane

Two F-16 fighter jets were scrambled to shadow a US plane yesterday after two passengers locked themselves in the toilet for “an extraordinarily long time,” an airline spokesman has said.

According to reports, the suspicious activity later turned out to be one couple caught in a mid-air clinch in the toilet.

US TV network ABC reported that officials told them that the unruly passengers were just “making out” onboard the domestic flight from Denver destined for Detroit.

The Frontier Airlines Flight 623 landed safely 3.30pm local time where it was met by SWAT police and searched by authorities.

According to witness, Ilona Hajdar, of Michigan, two men and a woman were escorted off the plane. The passengers were detained for questioning, however no charges were made.

It is still unclear as to why a third passenger was also escorted from the plane.

Airline spokesman Peter Kowalchuck said baggage was removed from the plane for inspection by sniffer dogs.

Another passenger Belinda Duggan, of Michigan, spoke of the drama: “All of a sudden, a SWAT team went through and saying, please place your hands on the seat in front of you.”

The incident came after the North American Aerospace Defence Command (NORAD) put US airspace on heightened alert on Sunday – the 10th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks.

The FBI said that NORAD scrambled the fighter jets to shadow the plane “out of an abundance of caution.”

But FBI Detroit spokeswoman Sandra Berchtold said authorities ultimately determined there was no real threat.

“Due to the anniversary of September 11, all precautions were taken, and any slight inconsistency was taken seriously. The public would rather us err on the side of caution than not.”

I am sure you will be disappointed to know that there was no hanky-panky going on, no impossible Mile High shenanigans as the media had us assume, and the three people handcuffed and taken away for questioning did not even know each other.

I found this out purely by chance when trying to find out more information about this article. What I found was a sickening account of unjustified suspicious behaviour totally blown out of proportion.

This is the post written by the woman in question who is of Arab descent. The other two men questioned were Indians who did not know each other. The woman never left her seat. She was actually tweeting through the whole situation until she was escorted away for questioning. The Indian men used the bathroom. Apparently using the bathroom in flight is a highly suspicious act.
Do read her account here:  http://shebshi.wordpress.com/2011/09/12/some-real-shock-and-awe-racially-profiled-and-cuffed-in-detroit/

On call

He’s upset. I was to understand soon the reason why.

He wore a hat and the radio was blaring in the front part of the cab. On and off though. He seemed to be on the phone some. And then he’d turn the radio up again.

I looked out at the street and all the people out on a lovely fall evening. It was Saturday and the air was festive. But I was simply anxious to get to my destination on time.

The acrid smell of cigarette smoke curled into the anterior part of the black cab. I raised my eyebrows. He automatically lowered one of the back windows.

That didn’t seem right, I thought. It certainly was a first for a cabbie to be smoking on duty.

I kept quiet and looked out at the people. At a street side cafe, a man and a woman sat facing each other, almost head to head. He had his hand spread out on her left thigh, exposed under a very short cherry-marshmallow colored skirt.

“Where’ve you been? Why didn’t you answer the phone? Ha? Why didn’t you answer?”

The anger in the cabbie’s voice was unmistakable. I kept my gaze out the window but my attention was drawn back inside the cab. At first I thought he was interrogating his child. Perhaps his daughter or son had been gone out somewhere without permission.

“I wanna know why you didn’t answer when I called? Where were you? I swear baby if I find out you were with him I will kill you. Don’t let me make problems. I don’t want him around you, causing no problems you hear me?”

Ah. Suspicious. Jealous. Worried about his baby not answering his phone calls on a Saturday night when he has to work. And perhaps she’s been playing around. Or maybe not.

No wonder he lit that cigarette and did not bother to apologize.

It went on and on. He went on and on.

I wanted to say something about caged birds. But I looked at my watch instead, anxious to be on time.

Lace

I don’t remember what kind of top she wore. I only concentrated on her black leggings that molded the shape of her full thighs as she walked along before me on the busy London pavement. I was drawn to the sheer quality of her leggings and that fact that one could easily view her white skin beneath the black material. However, it was her panties that caused me to linger my gaze on her ample rounded buttocks. Through the sheer leggings her panties clung to her ass cheeks and framed them with wide lace trimmings on either side. I walked behind her and we both headed to the same bus stop. Her face was pretty. Her eyes were rimmed with thick black mascara. The leggings were cropped short and both ankles were tattooed. On one ankle she had triangular shapes that resembled a Christmas tree. I wondered if she belonged to a cult. She leaned against the grey brick walls of the building and pulled out a cigarette.

nocturnal journeys: Hero, I no longer see your light

Sleep takes me into strange dark places. It’s difficult to define my state of being. A part of me is left behind as I wake up, and continue to feel disoriented. It makes me not want to go back to sleep, to that dark place once more.

When I am fully conscious, I feel a sadness. a nagging fear. How much I enjoy my solitude, yet I equally fret about being away from the people I love. I have this fear of losing them. Of not being there at the right moment. And worst of all, I cannot turn off the mothering instinct at will. Fear grips me most in the middle of the night. I wait impatiently for morning.

Like the long paragraph I wrote, and then lost by some erroneous keystroke,  you are gone forever. There is no means of contact anymore, and it is the amusing bit. A whole decade, well-leafed, well-loved, and well-lived.

Someone was telling me this summer about the ring she lost while swimming in the Bahamas. She had gone for the day with her girlfriend. Americans are particular to tell you that it is not just a friend but a girlfriend. She had gone on a day trip to the Bahamas, and their guide Lewis was especially nice. After he took them all over, he took them to a nice beach. The waters were crystal clear and she went swimming. Not really swimming since she did not know how to swim. But she waded I suppose it is the more correct way of saying it. She waded into the water and in the process lost her ring. Mind you it was not a valuable one. She said it was just costume jewellery. But her daughter had given it to her and it was special. So she tried but could not find it. She laughed when she recalled all the young men on the beach who tried to help her look for it. But the ring was gone and she did not want to miss the little tour van. Lewis had said 5 o’clock and she had to be on time.

We were walking along a quiet leafy street one summer afternoon. It was not a Kuwaiti afternoon but a pleasant English one, where the sun shone but the air around us came in gentle cool waves. We thought about people who so frantically amassed as much wealth as they could, like women who milked their husbands dry and for all they were worth, never to realise that in death, no one takes much of anything. If you’re buried a Christian, you might be wearing a suit or a dress in a wooden coffin. If you’re buried a Muslim, you’re buried naked, and wrapped in a white cloth, with ears, mouth and nose stuffed with cotton. You don’t take a thing.

(I’m sure one can delve into other religious burial fashions but the idea is the same)

What is so tantalizing about a piping hot cup of coffee? Recently I met some people who did not drink coffee or tea. What a wonderful part of living they are missing. I will not believe that litres of diet coke or the like make up for it. Properly brewed tea and freshly prepared coffee send a calming zing to the soul.