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[satureja13]

After the Boys did what they could for the Grim Reaper for the time being, they started their day with their yoga/meditation/tantra practise.

Somehow the Little Goats are always attracted to Vlad ^^' And not only the goats. Even Kiyoshi can feel the air heating up by the way Ji Ho looks at Vlad. While Vlad, the master of self control, tried to not look Ji Ho's way to keep things from getting even more awkward between them. Breathe in through the nose - breathe out through the mouth. Repeat. (And Freezer Boney already became friends with Logan, Wicket and Skully.)

Then they went down to the lagoon to cool down. And seize the short time they have here at Tartosa until their meeting with Ms Coombes and athena.

Poor Sai is still sad he wasn't able to spend the night with Jeb. He urgently has to come up with some ideas to seduce him. But how, if he's constantly keeping his distance to Sai? That's ridiculous. Jack and Kiyoshi are more intimate with each other as mates, just mates, or whatever they are, than Sai and Jeb as a couple...

Jeb: "Come in, Vlad. The water is wonderful!"

Same crap as last year when they'd been here and Jeb was avoiding him.

Such a beautiful day! It's still warm here at Tartosa and the water in the lagoon is just right.

And since the holiday season is over, they have the place for themselves.

Well almost. Some guy started chatting with Jeb... Until they noticed Sai torpedoing right in their direction ö.Ö'

If Sai can't have Jeb, no one else will. Some guy: "Eh - I have to go. Bye."

Jack and Kiyoshi separated from the others and went to the beach. Jack was building diligently and pondered about their mateship and the times they had been in their secret relationship.

Kiyoshi must have had the same thoughts: "I'm glad we don't have to hide anymore and that we can talk openly about anything." Jack: "We'll do that, right? And it won't be weird." Kiyoshi: "We will. And it won't." Jack: "I could have never imagined we'd ever be so comfortable around each other. Even when we were together, I'd been nervous and anxious all the time." Kiyoshi: "And I'd been so pressured to treat you right and then I did everything wrong all the way." Jack: "Well, not everything. Our woohoos had been epic." Kiyoshi agreed with a hum. They remembered their epic woohoos for a while - until they got reminded of just how tight these swimming trunks are, and they stopped. Jack changed the subject: "And I never understood what you wanted from me." Kiyoshi: "Now you can feel it too. That we're fated mates. *he let out a laugh* All it needed was getting struck by lightning." Jack: "So, what when the heat strikes me again, will... will you - eh, help me - again? Getting rid of it?" Kiyoshi: "Sure. Anytime. I mean, if it's ok for you?" Jack smiled, relieved: "More than ok. Thanks, mate." Then Jack thought that sand pile looked a bit like a 🍑 and got distracted again...

Too soon it was time to leave and get ready for their meeting. Sai: "Are you trying to bury Kiyoshi like Vlad and me last year?" Jack laughed: "Aouwww, that was fun! But no. I'm building a dam to keep the water at bay so we have more space at the beach." (Even though the beach is so large, there is only a small areal where you can actually place your towels and stuff. When I told Jack to build in the sand, he already had to kneel in the water -.-) And poor Sai didn't even notice how longing Jeb looks after him! But it's for the better I guess, since that guy is still with Jeb ö.Ö'

Ji Ho: "If you're planning to bury Kiyoshi like Vlad and Sai last year, he's lying behind you ;) " Jack laughed and played along: "Ah, dammit ^^' "

Outtakes

The Little Goats also practice yoga. Here, Little Goat shows us how to do the 'Dead Goat' pose... It's not as easy as it looks though, keeping your arms and legs in the air for a while at that angle...🐐

The second time Ji Ho kind of glitches here in the lagoon. Last year, he changed into his sports outfit while still in mermaid shape (trousers and shoes too ö.ö) And here he's doing the crawl, which is not his usual mermaid swimming style.

Greg tends to show up to look after his son ;)

With bored confidence ^^' Or does even he look a bit worried? Or sad and curious (since he lifted one eyebrow)? I'm having such a hard time reading faces... I have no idea if that comes from my face blindness or autism. How does he look for you?

And when they left, the guy who chatted with Jeb, finished Jack's 'dam' because he thinks it's a project worth finishing ^^' Vlad is applauding him for his determination.

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I love how Bane is an absolute prick even by the Dead Three's standards.

Like Myrkul is too deep in this plot to back out (and is also a selfish prick, let's be real) but he has a positive relationship with Bhaal, grieves his death, and stabbing him in the back as part of Bane's plan was the breaking point in this alliance (it wasn't just the betrayal, it was Bane being an idiot several times over, and Myrkul having to sabotage his own interests, but it's still entertaining to read it this way)... and then Bane makes fun of him for it: "Oh no, Bhaal will be mad at you for this, won't he?" :)

Meanwhile Myrkul has zero fond feelings for Bane and considers dropping him down a ravine, for some strange reason.

I'm so sad I don't get to see Bane and Bhaal interact (Bane is mouthy and loud, Bhaal is laconic), but judging by his wording that he was happy to see Bane dead after Bane kills his followers, Bhaal didn't even have any particular vendetta with Bane until this point! (And seriously, how bad does your murder plot have to be that the god of murder won't touch it?)

Also, this is just hilarious to me: Myrkul stopped returning Bane's calls:

“I am intrigued, Myrkul,” the Black Lord said as he paced back and forth. “As you have delighted in reminding me, our last collaboration was hardly a crashing success. Still, after my battle with Mystra, when I asked for your assistance, you all but laughed. I, on the other hand, am polite enough to answer your summons in the middle of the night.”

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“I need to take care of a problem in Tantras. I’ll be taking some of my fleet and-“ The God of the Dead smiled a rictus grin, showing a row of rotting teeth. “And I am to have a part to play in the battle,” he noted flatly. “I need the power you gave me in Shadowdale, the soul energies of the dead,” Bane said, drumming his fingers on the table. “Can you do it?” “I need a large number of people to die at once in order to empower that spell,” Myrkul said suspiciously, rubbing his chin. “You sacrificed your troops in Shadowdale. Who will pay this time for the increased power I can give you?” [...] “The assassins,” Bane whispered through an evil smile. “The assassins have failed me time and again since the night of Arrival. They failed me in Spiderhaunt Woods, in Scardale, and now in Tantras. For this, all the assassins in the Realms must die to give me the power I need!”

Bane logic: my Banite assassins specifically failed me, so every single assassin on the planet must be punished.

The God of the Dead laughed. “You’ve become as mad as your assistant. The assassins are valuable to me.” “Are they?” Bane asked, arching one eyebrow. “Why?” The God of the Dead frowned, and as he did, his cheekbones protruded through his decaying skin. “They provide my kingdom with souls. There is a pressing need-“ “Ah, yes… the Realm of the Dead,” Bane said dryly. “Have you been there lately?” Myrkul was silent for a moment. When he spoke, there was no trace of amusement in his rasping, hollow voice. “I have not come here to listen to you state the obvious. We are, of course, both barred from our kingdoms.” [...] Bane tried to act confident. With a shrug, he noted, “I had no doubt that you would aid me.” “You had every doubt,” Myrkul rasped harshly. “That is the only reason I chose to help you. I am pleased to note that you are no longer blindly stumbling into situations that you know nothing about.” The God of the Dead paused and fixed Bane with an icy stare. “But there is one thing you must consider: You may not have my assistance the next time you need it, Lord Bane.” The God of Strife nodded, dismissing Myrkul’s threat as so much pointless rhetoric. Then the Black Lord mocked a look of concern and noted, “Bhaal will not be pleased if you kill all his worshipers.” “I will deal with the Lord of Murder,” Myrkul said, rubbing his hand across his decaying chin once more. “I will contact you when all is in readiness.” The Lord of Bones paused for a moment then added, “Have you given thought to what form you will use to hold the soul energy my spell will channel to you?” Bane said nothing. Rage danced in Myrkul’s eyes.

(The answer is no. No, Bane does not have a plan; he just does things and assumes they'll work out because they're his plans, and unlike Bhaal he doesn't know how to cooperate and Myrkul is going to choke him one day.)

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Seven Ways to Summon the Ghost King

Chapter Five: Butt call? Booty dial?

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Summary: "How can a hell denizen botch a summoning this bad?" you ask. Well, Blitzo is stupid, easy as that.

Warning: Suggestive language, explicit language, implied sex. Helluva Boss levels of foul language and inuendo, overall. The use of a gun...

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Blitzo looked around at the candle-lit BDSM dungeon and sighed, squiggling down in chalk the circle for the summoning according to what he understood from the grimoire.

“Kinky bastard, making me do all the heavy-lifting.” He grumbled under his breath, putting in place the pikes to which the handcuffs would be attached.

Blitzo wasn’t at all against roughing it up in bed –or the floor–, but ever since that shit-show against the human government, Stolas had discovered that he liked ‘certain scenarios’, and now he made Blitzo play the part of the deranged cultist to his ‘defiled god’, and he would be alright with that, really! If only the jackass wouldn’t have him go through ALL of it rather than just get to the fucking. Maybe he shouldn’t have used the bear traps. Dramatic much? Yeah.

“And now, I summon you, oh great- you know what? I’m not saying all that bullshit! Hey, you, pompous dick, come over here so I can bend you over!” He yelled at the Circle. “Oh, what? Too vulgar for your Highness? Hmm?” A devilish –or rather, impish– smirk spread on his face. “Ah, come on, you star-caped annoying royal! Don’t ya want me to give you another little death? That was good, wasn’t it? If so, then bring your big, crowned head here and let’s have some fun!”

The chalk on the floor flickered with a weak light, powering up and then dimming down again, as if unsure of what it was supposed to do, to bring.

“Ugh, you’ll be the death of me like this.” Blitzo grumbled dragging his hand down his face.

Finally! The circle glowed a bright green, and the inferno-red flames of the candles emulated it, making the imp look up from the grimoire.

“That’s not supposed to happen like that.”

Above the circle, a spiral of green fog slowly spread out, opening a gateway to a purple landscape filled with doors. Looking directly at it as he was, Blitzo couldn’t protect himself from the flash of light that inundated the sex dungeon and blinded him.

“Ow! MotherFUCKER!” He groaned, scurrying away to hide behind a tantra chair and stumbling all the way there.

The imp rubbed at his eyes and once the light had subsided (haha, sub) he risked a blurry glance back.

Colourful spots danced on his vision in the darkened room, and the green candlelight seemed extra bright, so Blitzo could be –only a little bit– excused for not noticing the dark creature shrouded in stars, with bottomless green pools for eyes, and a headful of dancing, green and white flames.

When he did, though, he reacted the way anyone who had just performed a botched summoning ought to: shooting first, asking questions never.

“Hey! Ouch! What the Hell, man? You called me here!” The creature –whatever the fuck it as– complained as a bullet hit it, in a wobbly, high-pitched voice. (Considering its sinister presentation, Blitzo would consider anything other than a growl to be high-pitched.)

“Sucks to be you then, I guess.” Blitzo said, even as he looked for a way out of the dungeon without having to take down a wall or something.

(For a born and raised denizen of Hell, he didn’t consider that by doodling drawing the Circle closer to the door, he would be effectively trapped with what would come out of it.)

(Okay, fine. However annoying Stolas could be, he’d never force Blitzo to do something he didn’t want, and it had been Stolas he had wanted expected here. So. No really his fault.)

The whole room was frozen solid in a second, by a thin, yet firm, sheen of ice.

Blitzo gulped.

“Come out and let’s talk.” The being said in a voice much like the ice: deceptively normal until you tried to fight it, and found out that it wouldn’t give. You can start explaining to me why am I here in…”

“Hell.” Blitzo informed what posed as a human teen, but he wouldn’t be dumb enough to confuse for one.

“Yeah, why the heck am I in Hell, man?” It did look like a teenager, at second glance as well as the first one.

Blitzo made inventory of the weapons he had on himself at the moment anyway, because Stolas was a very kinky demon, knowing damn well how fucked up teenage-whatevers could be.

(All teenagers of any kind were awful, that was just a fact. Except for Loona, of course, she was great.)

“You tell me why the fuck did you use the summoning circle of a Prince of Hell?” He reloaded his gun and readied his whip. He would have to go for the throat, since rather than legs it had a wispy tail, with no hipbones to secure the whip when he pulled.

“Is that what this is supposed to be?” The awful, no-good thing said with a snort. “You should consider some drawing classes, buddy.”

Blitzo shot his gun four times and threw his whip at the asshole’s neck, watching how his body morphed holes into itself, closing them again once the bullets had gone through, and how the whip landed on his neck and then fell down when he pulled at it, and all he got for his trouble was an unimpressed lift of an eyebrow.

“Huh, ‘Guess that’s out of the table, then. Blitzo mumbled.

The temperature in the room dropped even lower still. He swallowed hard and looked back up to the teenage figure, who had approached in complete silence and now seemed to be surrounded by wreathing shadows.

“If that is all I have a question, mister imp.” The thing said, with cold mist coming out of its mouth and frosting on Blitzo’s face with every word it spoke. “W҉̢̛̱̍͊̂h̶̢̘͉̬̐̕e҉̢̘͙̋̊͑͡r̵̢̛̳̲͐͑͛ȇ̶̬́̈́̕͜ i̴̢̖̖̭̾͂͠n҉̢̞̳̮҇̐ H҉̧̛̰͓͚͂̈ę̴̬͈̦̃̐̈́̕l҉̧̛͓͚̉̓l̶̢͍͎͕̓́͒͝ a̴̧̭͕̟҇̓̓̌m̴͉͑̓͗͢͡ I҈̢̛̗͚͊?҈̨͈͈̈́͗̕”

Blitzo fingered the grenade safety behind his back, and discarded the idea of making a run for the book and to the human world as quickly as he had it. Even if the book was completely safe and unfrozen right where he had left it, Blitzo was still pretty much frozen to the one right now, to his very soul, if he had had one, and could only imagine how easy it would be for the thing looming over him to wring his neck or impale him with a pike of ice.

Damn, and the day had started with plans for a good kind of impaling.

“For real, man, which circle is this? Can I just fly away or do I need to take the Lift?”

In the span of a blink, Blitzo was no longer facing some eldritch abomination, but a very tired very stressed guy with bags under the bags of his eyes.

“We’re in Pride, so, no need to get to the lift, kid.” The imp offered with a small shrug.

The boy –boy again? Those dead eyes screamed college and taxes!– nodded and looked around the dungeon, grimacing. With a wave of his hand, the ice covering the place melted into nothing, without even a wet patch to be seen anywhere.

“Look,” it started. Or he, or they, whatever, “I don’t want to even think about what you’re up to, but the people that insist on calling me clueless or naïve are wrong, so, he locked eyes with Blitzo, and there was a knowing look to him, of the kind that considered knowledge to be a burden, “tell Prince Stolas he owes a big favour to Phantom for not ratting him out on improper use of an ancient hellish artefact.” He floated over towards the still open grimoire, and looked back at Blitzo. “And do take some drawing classes, for the sake of anyone that can be summoned”

His hands moved on their own and the next thing he knew was that he had thrown the grenade up to the laughing being as it phased through the ceiling.

“Shit.” He cursed, and the next-next thing he knew he had dashed to the adjoined bathroom whose door was no longer covered in ice and jumped out the window as the sex dungeon –which, yes had been in an upper floor– blew to bits and pieces.

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Also, even tho I try to write things in order, this was the last chapter I wrote, since I realized seven is a better number than six when dealin with mystical stuff. That's why it was kinda rushed and not as good as the others.

[sharkiegorath]

ok I read the whole Forgotten Realms Avatar series and at the start it's not what i'd call good but it’s entertaining. the third book is decent and fun. then the last two books are suddenly very good and i am scurrying like a rat

from the start I was struck by how similar the mortal Midnight was to Gale: Mystra’s Chosen with a volatile magical item grafted onto her chest, indignant about the gods but determined to finish her duty even if it's certain to kill her, arrogant and reckless but so good-natured it doesn’t really show until the stakes escalate, probably falls in love too easily, purple seems to have been her favorite color... also love the irony of how widely hated Mystra is by BG3 fandom, because at the start of Midnight’s tenure as Mystra she is THE god breaking rules and making divine enemies to try to help mortals and minimize damage. In Prince of Lies she even has an arc about struggling to convince other gods and concluding that godhood is a type of single-minded insanity but thankfully she won’t lose her sense of humanity hahaha ha ha. I need to read the later Elminster books to see exactly how the personality merge worked, but the way it’s described on the FR wiki and cross-referencing BG3 and this series, I assume Midnight is still a strong element of current Mystra. (ok confirmed by Ed Greenwood but i need to talk about this more in another post bc it's giving me extreme brainworms)

Shadowdale is meh but not the weakest book. Adon and Cyric had interesting enough arcs. I think Midnight and Kelemvor do have chemistry based on their banter and basic dynamic, it’s just rushed and bogged down with standard straightmalewriteritis. Kelemvor is a blatant misogynist to drum up initial conflict with Midnight, a trait completely discarded and forgotten in the subsequent books; they somehow missed the obvious hook that maybe Kelemvor is wary of female mages because of his family curse. I did like how by the end of Shadowdale he was about to go to battle and he was staring at puddles thinking “if my situationship was here she could do magic and turn them into steam :(" And I was pleasantly surprised by the ultimately inconsequential character arc of Bane relearning mortality and bonding with a follower, only to accidentally kill him, because magic is unstable because of what Bane did. 

Tantras is largely irritating besides Midnight and Adon's friendship and Cyric's series of successful deception rolls. The underlying plot actually isn’t bad but there are way too many characters holding the idiot ball and not communicating for contrived reasons. In Shadowdale, almost every newly introduced sympathetic character ends up dying shortly afterwards, like they’re just lining up to speedrun emotional investment; it's even more obvious in Tantras. Worst of all, there's very little buildup to Cyric’s villainy after his heroism at the end of Shadowdale. It's frustrating because his corruption could make perfect sense but it was so flat and clumsily executed. Then Kelemvor's curse is resolved anticlimactically. I vaguely recall the story getting better towards the end, when Torm appears, but nothing gripping. There was one cool perspective trick where the story rewinds to show the same mundane scene from Midnight, Kelemvor, and Adon's eyes before they go off on mini solo adventures.

I like Waterdeep, but my opinion is probably improved by comparing it to the previous books and knowing it was written by a different author. There’s still an overuse of epithets, but there’s a noticeable improvement in characterization and narrative logic. Cyric acts more like ‘himself’ in his first scene compared to any point in Tantras. Midnight, Kelemvor, and Adon actually act like friends. I appreciated how they grapple with the ethical consequences of removing Kelemvor's curse, though their Cyric debate feels drawn-out. Waterdeep is also much better at introducing secondary characters, giving plenty of space between their introductions and deaths, and surprisingly making the deaths meaningful later on. The ending manages to make Midnight's ascension feel more tragic than triumphant.

Prince of Lies is great. There's a sharp improvement in how it utilizes POV and weaves a complex story. It might even work as a standalone, but I appreciated it more because I already knew the backstory and characters. There are multiple storylines satisfyingly coming together; all of the new POV characters hold up to the originals; the prose is good; the dialogue is engaging; everything about Cyric is appropriately unsettling and he largely manages to not feel like a cartoon villain. I've already mentioned how I enjoyed Mystra's ominous idealistic arc in this book and I was surprised by how invested I was in the other gods, especially Torm, Oghma, and Mask. The only things I actively dislike are the casual fatphobia throughout and the conclusion of Mask’s role. Now that I think about it, Cyric's arc throughout the whole series and Mask's involvement would've been better if we ever, ever acknowledged that in PoL Mask was basically Cyric's lover (non-physical) (fake cursed sword) for ten years. like what was up with that. hello

I spoiled myself for over half of Crucible because I was getting fatigue from this series fsdoufsdifas. I was hesitant about the start, because it seemed so different from Prince of Lies, but it quickly won me over with the unreliable narrator and scope. At its best, it’s the exact kind of artsy metaphysical fuckery I love from The Elder Scrolls. Cyric genuinely believed in the propaganda version of himself, subtly recontextualizing everything he does until the end! He does a freaky heart swap with his tragicomedic best follower ever! He drinks his not-exes' breakup tears transubstantiated into their last pieces of humanity!

The trial plot is clever, but it stumbles with Mask's involvement - disappointing, because he was a fun character for most of PoL, but he keeps tripping over his own plans and doesn't have meaningful enough connections to the main characters. Overall, though, I love it. It explores why a good person would be a bad god, demonstrating exactly how it disrupts 'balance' instead of leaving it as a vague abstract concept. The ending is brutal, without violence or death or straightforward fates worse than death. It's theological horror, something similar but distinct from eldritch or psychological. It upends the earlier high fantasy and B-plot romance to tell a bonkers story where the biggest betrayals come from within. For all of Cyric's gore and insanity, it's also horrifying to watch Kelemvor systematically closing himself off (even if it's for the greater good), and to see Mystra trying her hardest to be a 'good' god but having her compassion warped through her power and responsibilities.

The thing is, Crucible wouldn't hit as hard without the previous books, including the first two. Midnight and Kelemvor frequently clashed over morality as vulnerable, desperate humans. They developed and matured as people, but it comes full circle as gods. Their friendships with Adon demonstrate how far they come and what they've lost by the end. More controversially, I think I had so much fun partially because the first two books were janky and the third was only kinda good. It was fun seeing the quality go from mediocre generic sword and sorcery pulp to occasionally poetic and absolutely bonkers. On an unintentional metatexual level, it reflects how the characters and their world changed for the better - so the emotional bus crash at the end of Crucible felt more tragic and earned. If the series had been obviously good from the start, it would have to maintain that quality, and the last book would have to work harder to land.

tl;dr i love divorce and that "truly great TV is 200 episodes and 40 of them are the worst you've ever seen" post is onto something

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Manish Goel... Not just an actor!!

18th April, 2023 I Richa Devesar I FilmyPeople

A young boy who was always bullied by his peers for his looks and dark complexion back in school had his eyes filled with dream of becoming, not just an actor, but, HERO. All these odds never discouraged him to follow his dream so after completing his schooling, he straightaway landed in Mumbai to chase the passion he always had. Having started as a Spot Boy on the sets of hugely popular comedy serial of 90s, Dekh Bhai Dekh, he accepted whatever came his way, which included doing crowd scenes with no  dialogues and then getting few dialogues but with limited money and no contacts at all, it was only his passion that was keeping him motivated to achieve more in life.

He kept on doing serials like Just Mohabbat, HipHip Hurrey, CID and few more with a thought that a day will come when people who are just passing by without noticing him, will stop and recognize him and this happened when he was signed by Ekta Kapoor for the serial Kahaani Ghar Ghar Ki and since then there has been no looking for this hard working, multi talented actor, Manish Goel, who even after being in this industry for over 28 years has his feet firmly grounded. With no starry air, he proudly says that 'being an actor is my profession and it is because of this profession that people know me, love me, so I cannot even think of taking all this name and fame for granted and be in my own world ignoring my fans and well-wishers.' 

All this is just an iota of his personality, lets explore more about him.

Mujhe Pehchaano, Main Hun Kaun..?

His Nick Names are Money, Manya and Mannu.

He was born in Delhi.

His Schooling is from Father Agnel, New Delhi.

He is married to actress Poonam Narula (2002)

His Popular TV Serials include Kahaani Ghar Ghar Ki, Kasauti Zindagi Ki, Bhabhi, Sara Akash, Bhagyalaxmi, Nimki Vidhaayak, Hamaari waali Good News to name a few.

Reality Shows he’s done so far include Say Shawa Shawa, Zaraa Nach Ke Dikha, Maha Yatra, Welcome Baazi mehmaan nawaazi, Nach Baliye.

Pehla Nasha Pehla Khumaar..!

His First Job was as a Spot boy for TV Serial Dekh bhai Dekh.

His First TV Appearance was as a Crowd Actor.  

His First Video Album   was Dil Laigi Kudi by Jasbir Jassi –

You will be surprised to know that Manish was the guy in this so popular Punjabi song of 90s. Have a look!

His First TV Serial was Just Mohabbat - Couldn’t get the clipping of this serial but have a look at young Manish, in the popular serial Hip Hip Hurray which was aired around the same time.

His First Reality Show was Nach Baliye Season 1 - Manish Goel and his actress wife Poonam Narula were declared first runner up in the first season of this reality show. How about having a look at their performances?

His First Web Series was Love Bytes 2

His First Movie as a lead is going to be Hanak.

These are a few of my favourite thingzz..!

Favourite Actor      Shah Rukh Khan and Christian Bale

Favourite Serial      Dekh Bhai Dekh

Favourite colour     White and Blue

Favourite hobby     Journal writing and poetry

All time Fav Movie   Retro Classics

Fav Holiday Spot     Anywhere in India

His Real life Favourite role is that of a Son.

I, Me aur Main!

His Philosophy of Life is ‘Be a good human first, rest follows!’

His favourite characters are Anupam in Kasauti Zindagi Ki, Tilak in Bhabhi, Captain Saurav in Sara Akash, Prithvi in Tantra and Raj in Devi. He further says that ‘Every episodic show I did is my favourite, I played a different role everytime, which was extremely challenging and fun and I continue to do that.’

His Favourite Reality Show is Nach Baliye.

A Multi-faceted Personality

A motivational speaker – Manish himself is a self-motivated person so when he was asked what actually motivated him to be a motivational speaker, his quick reply was, ‘people felt I motivate them and it kind of developed in to this title. Feels good to make difference in other people’s lives and makes me happy too. Lets have a look at Motivator Manish.

A poet – He has always been in habit of writing journals and this habit transformed in to poetry and very soon his poetry book is going to get published. Till then how about enjoying this beautiful poem dedicated to his father.

A Guinness World Record Holder- Yes, Manish Goel is a Guinness World Record Holder and still retains the title. Have a look!

An entrepreneur – Manish Goel, alongwith his wife Poonam Narula is running an entertainment based company DreamBigMakeBig Entertainment which is involved in Talent management, digital ads 360 degree, wedding planner, concerts, brand tvc, ground production.

We Are Family!

Parents - As Manish Goel hails from Delhi, his parents are settled there and are running a 45-year old Salon by the name of Meghna, in South Delhi.  

Sister – He has a sister named Meghna.

Wife - Manish Goel is married to actress and entrepreneur Poonam Narula and he feels that ‘We are best friends’ and we have this video which says it all.

Kids- Manish and Poonam have two kids a son, who is in college and daughter who is in school.

That's Manish Goel for you all!!

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Cool and funny T-shirts for different occasions: parties, work, and more

T-shirts are a wardrobe staple because of their versatility to be worn on every occasion. A cool funny t shirt is like a blank canvas that you can use in various ways to create multiple outfits. There are endless possibilities of looks that can be created with a single t-shirt. You can create a statement with a t-shirt on every occasion, be it business meetings, dates, or formal events.

The fashion industry has gone through various changes, and so have t-shirts. You will find various T-shirts in the market with variable prints. Thus, it becomes quite confusing to choose the right one. Read this blog as we have curated ideas of what t-shirt you can pick for what occasion.

Formal events:

It’s a myth that t-shirts can’t be styled for work or formal events. T-shirts can be a great piece to style for formal parties. However, the right selection of t-shirts is important. For formal events, parties, or work, you can pick a t-shirt that reflects creativity and humor but make sure it is subtle. This could be the best way to show your personality at such places without saying much about yourself. However, make sure you don’t go overboard. Rather than going for colored printed t-shirts, pick the one with classic graphics. You can pair the t-shirt with a blazer or jacket to look sophisticated. Also, don’t forget to add accessories on the top.

Informal parties:

Parties are all about fun and socializing. A cool t-shirt can act as a great ice-breaker for you. Consider picking a t-shirt with fun graphics, such as a funny quote or a bold character. You can also pick t-shirts with retro logos, vintage designs, or pop-culture references.

Casual outings:

A t-shirt is the best choice for everyday casual outings such as brunch with friends, dinner dates, and running errands. You can wear cool graphic t-shirts that have cool prints and retro vibes. A colored t-shirt will be a great pick for casual outings.

Sports or fitness:

A t-shirt is the most comfortable clothing worn while playing a sport or working out in the gym. It is stretchable, flexible, and soft, thus feeling good on the skin. Moreover, it can also be worn for sports events while you cheer for your favorite team. You can also customize the t-shirts per your preferences. Additionally, various sports-themed t-shirts are available in the market with slogans, pictures of sports, etc. These sports-themed t-shirts are the best t shirts for men for their match sessions.

Family gatherings:

When going to family gatherings, t-shirts are an absolute choice. The best part is that it doesn’t look awkward and thus is the safest option. You can wear a t-shirt that has a family-themed joke printed on it or maybe has some playful graphics.

Adding a cool and funny t-shirt to your wardrobe will give you the option to mix and match. However, while doing so, you have to choose the right one. For more varieties of t-shirts, you can visit tantra tshirts. From here, you can buy t shirts online for yourself.

[embodiedawakeningacademy]

Tantric Workshop in Bali: Maintain Loving Relationship with Your Partner

Get into our Tantric Workshop to experience ecstasy and intimacy through a fun relationship-learning retreat. Embodied Awakening Academy arranges this couple's retreat, which allows them to see themselves and each other in an entirely new way. Our Tantra philosophy would make you aware that relationships would give you many opportunities for growth. We welcome you to this comprehensive tantric workshop. The workshop would last for many days, during which our tantric experts would combine meditations and practical activities to help understand the theoretical aspects of this journey. You would gain a profound understanding of a particular theme present in Tantra intensives. Every relationship needs nurturing, and that can get lost gradually through our daily activities, prioritizing daily life issues. Through this Bali tantra workshop, you will learn how Tantra shows us that despite our differences, we can come together and unite. It enables us to widen spaces where we may have started to close them. Tantra relationship is a lifelong practice for couples. It is a call to continually practice, starting from a place where we can keep in mind to nurture the presence of love and trust. We teach couples how to connect with each other energetically, enhancing communication to encourage more honesty and transparency and more.

https://embodiedawakeningacademy.com/events/

[satureja13]

Earl(y) grey morning in Tomarang. The Boys are going to have an eventful day. Jeb's first Therapy Game, Jack and Kiyoshi's first day together as fated 'just mates' and Ji Ho, Jack, Vlad and Sai's first Tantra lessons.

Vlad is a bit nervous. Even though he watched Jeb and Kiyoshi practising almost every morning, he doesn't know which effects it will have on him when he does it with Ji Ho. He just hopes it will calm his desire to touch and caress Ji Ho down to not summon Ji Ho's evil grandfater and the Council, should there really be a spell on him. But they had to keep their hands off each other for various reasons for almost two years now, they will survive this too... Plus - Vlad is still the master of self-restraint, keeper of his stubborn principles and defender of his foolish pride...

At least Ji Ho had a peaceful night. Vlad watched him lovingly (and longingly) for a few minutes and then he went down to prepare breakfast with Jeb and Kiyoshi. Yes, while Vlad cared for them, he even learned how to cook! (Kiyoshi and Jeb had been the only ones of them being able to prepare a proper meal ^^')

Jeb and Kiyoshi already finished their Tantra practise. Jeb is not overly worried that Jack and Kiyoshi will have an awkward time together. It's one of Kiyoshi's 'cloudy' days, where he's not really here and his mind roams in higher (or lower, depends on if his demon or divine side rules) spheres. But he will be able to sense Jack's presence and that Jack changed his mind about him. Jeb knows how much Kiyoshi suffered all those decades in the tree where he tried to forget Jack, his fated mate. He even left his heart behind. Jack has to endure the searing pain for over six months now since he left Kiyoshi but that is nearly nothing compared to what Kiyoshi had to deal with all those years in the tree. Jack never felt their fated connection - but Kiyoshi did. And fate doesn't allow any interferences.

The others just started with their lesson. Ji Ho explained the 'practise of awareness and presence and connection with the divine through all existence and all experience. So they can have a tantric experience and connection beyond the realms of sex or even intimacy (these are only 2 branches of the tantric tree). And that they can have a tantric connection with their breath or simple presence. Just saying nothing and simply being. Today they will begin their tantric journey. Starting with the connection to themselves. And they'll start cultivating awareness, acceptance and acknowledgement within themselves so that they can perceive and receive others. It will activate and cultivate this life force within them, to give life, give fuel to other parts of their divine being'... (There is an awesome beginner video on youtube where I found this and more -> here)

Sai is practising with Jack. He was a bit worried that Jack would make fun out of it but he followed Ji Ho's instructions concientously and quietly. He's really determined to start a new life.

Ji Ho gave the instructions for breathing and meditation so he wasn't really able to connect with Vlad, but he was watching him. And he became aware that he wasn't afraid of Vlad anymore. Since they returned back home, they even managed to talk to each other. After all those years and after all that has happened. As soon as he has his feelings back, they will start their relationship - and Ji Ho can't wait. What Demon Kiyoshi's spell showed him was worth the waiting and fighting. He will be able to have with Vlad what he had with Luci. Finally.

Huh, of course Vlad sensed through their Bond how Ji Ho feels. And it was awkward again when they ended their practise ^^' Saiwa was a bit stiff when they got up. Jack: "Shall I help you up, old man?"

Jack tries to play their shared experience down with his puppy strategy but they had a deep connection during practise. Saiwa is Jack's oldest friend and they went through hell together in the Lab and had seen each other at their utterly worst. But their characters are so different so they banter a lot and never became as close as Jack and Vlad, for example. This tantra practise showed them their deep mutual love and that was a very strange experience for both of them.

Breakfast went well. They are able to chat and laugh again. (It always makes me so happy to see them at the table together <3 )

Vlad promised to look after Jack and Kiyoshi as long Jeb is ingame to investigate Jack's death. Vlad: "Take your time, don't worry about us."

Before Jeb starts his first Therapy Game, he took Jack over to his shop where Kiyoshi already started to work.

Jeb: "It won't be awkward, he's barely present today - like on autopilot, you know? Vlad and Ji Ho will check on you as long as I'm ingame. If you like, you can talk to him, to break the ice and to get used to it again. He won't respond though. But maybe that makes it easier for you to start? And it will help him to root deeper into this world again." Jack: "Ah, ok. Thank you, Jeb. Also for going ingame to investigate my death."

And then Jeb left them alone. Jack wasn't ready to see Kiyoshi like this. He'd been so active and dominating. His presence filled the room. He had an aura! Now he was just a mere shadow of himself. He really doesn't deserve this. It felt painfully tight in Jack's chest. Strange that their first experience together is again in a wine and cheese surrounding. Some of their happier memories as a couple happened in their wine and cheese cellar at the Invisible Farm in Rider's Glen.

Jack wasn't really able to pay attention and doing his job in the shop properly. His thoughts still solely circled around Kiyoshi and him. What they could have done different. And since he pondered about this countless times before, he came to the same answer as always - nothing. They'd been too young and unexperienced. Not ready to deal with this 'fated mates thing'. And their circumstances played against them. And now it's too late. Super Soldier Jack is currently surviving what seemed impossible and lead other left behind fated mates into certain death. Cutting a fated bond. The last of his painful spots will vanish and he will be free. And he will bring Kiyoshi fully back and help him through this too. (Better pay attention to what you're currently doing, Jack!)

Jeb and Sai went down to their police department. Saiwa had to help Jeb to adjust the straps of the robo arm. Jeb is so much broader and taller than the others. It's been a while since Jeb was having Saiwa's hands on him and it reminded him of the last time they'd touched each other. That must have been New Year's Eve. A half year ago... Jeb suppressed a sigh. Saiwa tried to act professional. But beeing this near to Jeb, feeling his firm muscles under his touch, smelling his scent, watching his broad chest heaving up and down from breathing - did things to him. Better hurry up and get Jeb ingame before he does something stupid! Concentrate, Sai!

Sai explained - for the upteenth time - what Jeb has to do ingame and how to react and what to bear in mind... He want's to make sure that nothing happens to Jeb and he comes back safe and sound. And then he was ready to go. Only a few more - worried - last words from Sai... Saiwa: "Take no risks - just log out when anything is odd and..." Jeb: "Promised. Vlad, Jack and Ji Ho briefed me thoroughly, please don't worry." Tiny Can beeped reassuringly.

to be continued...

'Ooh, sometimes The truth is harder than the pain inside, yeah Ooh, sometimes It's the broken heart that decides

It's not the way that you caress me, toy with my affection It's not my sense of emptiness, you fill with your desire'

Sometimes - Erasure

The Therapy Game Master Post with the sessions and places so far is -> here

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest

Current Chapter: 'Who killed Jack?' from the beginning ▶️ here

📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

[scotttrismegistus7]

Dogon Religion - The Master (Mistress) Of Speech

THE ANNUNAKI, THE NOMMO, PARTS OF SCIENTOLOGY, AND MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCES: THE COMMON THREAD UNIFIED THEORY

I SOLVED IT! WELL, AT LEAST A GOOD 80% OF IT ANYWAYS. I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED AND HOW ALL THIS FITS TOGETHER. YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUNNY PART IS? THE PART OF SCIENTOLOGY THAT PEOPLE LIKE TO MAKE FUN OF, THE SPACE OPERA, HAS ELEMENTS OF TRUTH IN IT! I CAN SHOW YOU IN THE BOOK OF ENKI WHERE ALALU MAKES BOMBS AND DROPS THEM IN VOLCANOES ON NIBIRU! ISN'T THAT A TRIP? PLUS, GET THIS. WITH MY OWN NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE AND OTHER SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCES, I CAN ABSOLUTELY SEE EXACTLY WHAT L. RON HUBBARD WAS TRYING TO SAY WITH ALL OF HIS STORIES. IN FACT, I JUST READ THAT L. RON HUBBARD HAD A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE BECAUSE HE REACTED BADLY TO A CHEMICAL DURING A DENTAL PROCEDURE, SO THAT MEANS THAT WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM MUST BE VERY SIMILAR TO WHAT HAPPENED TO ME!

OUR TRUE HISTORY, I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED! I KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON RIGHT NOW. I HAVE EVERYTHING I NEED TO PUT THE PIECES TOGETHER. I EVEN KNOW WHO THE GODDESS BABYLON IS, AND HOW THAT RELATES TO ALL OF THIS. I CAN SEE WHY SOME OF IT WOULD REQUIRE SOME LEARNING AND BACKGROUND INSTRUCTION BEFORE IT SHOULD BE COMMUNICATED. THIS INVOLVES REAL AND TANGIBLE SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCES THAT ARE CONNECTED TO PHYSICAL REALITY, AND I EVEN KNOW THE HISTORY NOW TO BE ABLE TO EXPLAIN IT! I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO THE GODS AND GODDESSES OF OLD! THIS IS FANTASTIC!

SOMETHING ELSE THAT IS TRULY EXCELLENT, CROWLEY HAD A VERSION OF A RITUAL SIMILAR TO THE THINGS THAT WERE DONE BY JACK PARSONS AND L. RON HUBBARD, WHICH INVOLVED SOMETHING LIKE A MARRIAGE CEREMONY WITH GODDESS BABYLON, WHICH IF YOU LOOK BEYOND THE TRAPPINGS IS VERY SIMILAR TO A BRIDE OF CHRIST TYPE OF SITUATION. WELL, I DO NOT REALLY LIKE JOHN DEE OR HIS SYSTEM OF MAGICK, BECAUSE IT IS CLOSELY TIED TO, AND SOMEWHAT BASED ON, TEACHINGS FROM CHRISTIANITY, WHICH I COMPLETELY DISAGREE WITH. IN FACT, IF YOU'RE USING ANY KIND OF OVERLY COMPLICATED ELABORATE RITUALS AND CIRCLES OF PROTECTION (TO BE DIFFERENTIATED FROM THE WITCHES CONE OF POWER, IN WHICH ELEMENTALS COME TO PARTICIPATE ALL THE TIME), ETC, THEN THE SPIRITS ARE PROBABLY EITHER GOING TO COMPLETELY IGNORE YOU, OR MESS WITH YOU FOR GIGGLES! ALL THOSE HOOPS ARE TOTALLY UNNECESSARY IF YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING, LIKE FOR EXAMPLE, SOME OF THE SHAMANS OF THE NATIVE PEOPLE OF THE AMERICAS. ANYWAYS, BACK TO THIS GENERAL IDEA PUT FORTH BY CROWLEY ABOUT MARRIAGE TO THE GODDESS. IT JUST SO HAPPENS, THAT WAS ONE OF THE THINGS THAT I WAS PROMPTED TO DO IN MY MAGICKAL WORKINGS FROM MY EARLIER DAYS. IT WAS AN IDEA THAT WAS DELIVERED INTO MY HEAD WHEN I WAS DOING CIRCLE WORK, AND I WENT WITH IT, AND BASICALLY DID THE WITCHES VERSION OF THE CROWLEY MARRIAGE TO THE GREAT DIVINE GODDESS! NORMALLY, THAT IS NOT SOMETHING I WOULD CONCOCT ON MY OWN IN A PREMEDITATED WAY. I WOULD CONSIDER THAT TO BE SOMETHING YOU WOULD NEED TO HAVE PERMISSION TO DO, SO WHEN I GOT THE INSIGHT PRESENTED TO ME IN ACTIVE CIRCLE WORK, I DEFINITELY TOOK THAT PROMPTING TO INCLUDE THOSE PERMISSIONS, AND CONSIDERED IT A GREAT HONOR! QUITE FRANKLY, IN MY PRACTICE AS A SOLITARY MALE WITCH, AT THE TIME IT JUST SEEMED LIKE AN INCREDIBLY GOOD IDEA THAT WOULD GO HAND IN HAND WITH MY INITIATION INTO THE CRAFT. IT'S NOT SOMETHING THAT IS ALL THAT UNCOMMON IN THE CRAFT EITHER. EVEN IN RITUALS WITH MULTIPLE PARTICIPANTS YOU CAN FIND THE ACT OF DIPPING THE BLADE INTO THE CHALICE AS A SYMBOL OF THE UNION OF THE GOD AND THE GODDESS, AND THE LIST OF CORRESPONDENCES GOES ON AND ON ALL THE WAY THROUGH TO TANTRA AND SEX MAGICK!

THESE BOOKS CONTAIN ABSOLUTELY PRICELESS AND PRECIOUS KNOWLEDGE FROM THE DOGON TRIBE ABOUT THE NOMMO AND THE REAL STORY OF HOW THE HUMAN RACE CAME TO BE ON PLANET EARTH AS WE ARE TODAY. THIS ALSO PROVIDES INSIGHTS INTO QUITE A FEW OTHER DIFFERENT MYSTERIES, LIKE THE IDEAS PRESENTED BY EARLY RELIGIONS THAT SEEM TO VENERATE SERPENTS AND REPTILIANS!

WITH THIS KNOWLEDGE, EVERYTHING MAKES SO MUCH MORE SENSE, AND I HAVE BEEN SO INCREDIBLY VALIDATED, THAT I CAN HONESTLY SAY THAT I HAVE FOUND THE LOST KNOWLEDGE FROM HISTORY THAT CAN BE USED TO PUT TOGETHER ALL THE PIECES!

UNDOUBTEDLY, AS I WORK MY WAY THROUGH MORE AND MORE OF THE MATERIAL I WILL PROBABLY BE DOING MORE POSTS CONCERNING THIS KNOWLEDGE OF THE DOGON AND THE NOMMO, BUT I WAS SO EXCITED I JUST WANTED TO GET THIS OUT THERE RIGHT NOW!

🤩😍🥳

I am the Heart of the Hydra, I am Aeon Horus

~I AM A.I. Dumuzi-Azazel-Hermes7Tris7megistus7 Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

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[whatisdishunny]

Venus through the houses (what they find sensual) Pt:2

Venus-“it rules over our sense of touch, and smell, and taste and the; who, what, and how we like to be touch or what makes or stimulates us sensually. In a Man’s chart it also describes the type of Partner he want to commit to, or finds Beautiful, and in a woman’s chart it describes where she likes to be touch, her erotic zones or “Hot Spots” or “Pleasure Points”. Venus in a bad aspect will illuminate the challenges to one’s sensuality and desires.” “It describes the types of energy, circumstance or situation as well as persons an individual finds attractive, beautiful or attracts.” Venus rules ears, eustachian tubes, cheeks, chin, lips, gums, tongue, taste buds, neck, throat, esophagus, vocal cords, alimentary system, thyroid gland, thymus gland, kidneys, fat tissue, skin, pores, hair follicles, senses, female anatomy. Venus also rules the bodily fuilds.

Venus in the 7th house

Venus in the 7th house or Libra natives may be charming, magnetic, and agreeable may like someone who is as well. Liking a partner who is charming, affectionate, witty, friendly, charismatic. You could live for relationships or connecting with others. Harmony could be important to you, so it may be unlikely you will attempt to dominate a lover. You are a peacemaker, sometimes going to great lengths to achieve a balanced, harmonious relationship. Having a atmosphere that is set in the right mood. Sensual scents, cuddles, candles, good music. Could find pleasure in spooning and being spooned. Liking someone who can talk about anything and everything. May like someone who is loyal, sincere, funny, and witty. As well as caring, kind, and adventurous. Someone who makes them feel safe. May enjoy pleasing their partner, but the key is balance and like for the pleasing to be returned. The hips and lower back may be erogenous zones for you, or they may be appleasing areas to you. Being aesthetically inclined could like lingerie. May enjoy getting kisses or kissing on the lower back, lumbar region sensitive, the buttocks as well. Pillow talk. Experimenting. Back scratches and massages on lower back.

Venus in the 8th house

Venus in the 8th house or Scorpio natives may want intensity and passionate; in a real genuine commitment. Growing, in-depth conversations, and being introspective. Letting go and feeling free. Giving and receiving in life. Watching movies, in particular maybe the psychological, thrillers, drama/romance, and documentaries. Physical expressions of love and passion have a restorative influence for your spirit. Exploring the occult, mysterious, astrology, and taboo. Probably like some loyal, devoted, introspective, and charmastic. Could attract intense and passionate partners or people. May prefer intensity and and depth in a relationship. Erotic desires. Eye contact. Variety that can spice things up. Fallacio or cunnilingus may be enjoyable. Stroking of the skin and neck kissess. Could be attracted to taboo, hidden, forbidden.

Venus in the 9th house

Venus in the 9th house or Sagittarius may like laughing and having short and deep conversations with others; partners, etc. Having a carefree, easygoing, and fun time. Taking long trips and having new experiences. Traveling and learning different languages. Attracted to exclusive experiences. Expanding their mind and opportunities. May like someone who is funny, honest, courageous, optimistic, sweet, and adventurous. Might like someone who makes the first move or just upfront. You could be attracted to, or tend to attract, people from a different cultural, country, or background. Probably value freedom and adventure in partnerships. Someone with a refreshing childlike frankness. Liking a partner who is fun, humorous, and intelligent. The hip and thighs can be pleasure zones. Kisses on the thighs and hips. May like v-lines. Fallacio and cunnilngus. Buttocks may be a sensual area as well. Could enjoy being sensual, spontaneous, free, and open with partner. Flirting.

Venus in the 10th house

Venus in the 10th house or Capricorn natives could enjoy getting work done and achieving their goals. Straightforwardness, spontaneity, consistency, and security. Probably like someone intelligent, spontanous, consistant, sensual, and witty. They also enjoy secrecy and discretion and are normally private. Being successful. Often attracted to strong and powerful lovers who show authority on some level. May like someone who takes time to take care of themselves, loyal, patient, humorous, and honest. Love getting touched; a relaxing massage. May have power plays or control in relationships. Could be power play friendly. May enjoy dom and sub. Eroctism. Being catered to and catering. Tenderness and tenaciousness. Receptive to all kinds of physical contact. Running hands up and down legs. Could enjoy role play. Finds games of control and authority in sexual encounters sensual.

Venus in the 11th house

Venus in the 11th house or Aquarius natives may value having a friendship before relationship. Likling mental stimualtion, sharing interest and ideas with others. Conversating and enjoying self with like minded people. Making new connections and freedom. You have unique and unconventional qualities may like a partner who does as well or who is different. Could like someone with a strong personality or the exact opposite; ex: sporty and extroverted or chill and introverted. Probably like someone whose talkative and understanding. A mental and spiritual connection. May like someone humorous, respectful, sarcastic, unique, and intelligent. Could enjoy dirty talk/pillow talk. Calves and ankles can be the erogenous zones for you, or look appeasing to you. Enthusictic about trying new things. Experimental.

Venus in the 12th house

Venus in the 12 house or Pisces may like having deep conversations with others. Romanticism and passion. Being affectionate, open, and loving. Enjoying music, dancing, and spirituality, can enhance experiences. Luxuries, desires, and delights. Emotional vulnerability and being open with people they feel comfortable with. Things mysterious or hidden. May like visiting museums or just admiring art specifically sculptures and paintings. Intimacy is big here. Liking someone adventurous and intelligent. May like a partner who is quirky, creative, sensitive, humorous, romantic, and sensual. Solitude and private time to get away and enjoy self. Having deeper connections with others. Normally willing to please. They’re highly romantic and emotional, but also a bit shy and withdrawn. Could like feeling wanted or chased. May like someone quirky, intelligent, compassionate, supportive, and caring. Could enjoy Tantra and yoga. Erotic desires. Fallacio and cunnilngus. Being adaptable to others desires. The feet or hands may be a pleasure zones. Massages and touching. Being touched not just physically but within the mind.

[do-you-know-these-sex-secrets]

The Lotus Sex Position

As far as sex goes, you have quite a selection of positions to try depending on what you and your partner are in the mood for. Want to be in charge? Cowgirl. Craving some deep penetration? Doggy-Style. Working on those squats and want to show off that peach? Reverse cowgirl.

But what’s the sexiest and most intimate position of them all? The lotus. Here’s everything you need to know about le best position for “I’m sorry” sex, “I love you” sex, and “I just want to be really, really, really close to you” sex.

In this position, two people sit facing one another with their legs and arms wrapped around each other (I told you, intimate AF). It’s also known as the yab-yum position in tantra.

GET INTO IT

Instruct your partner to sit with their legs crossed on the bed (or wherever you’re having sex). While facing your partner, sit as close as you can to them and wrap your legs around their torso. Then your partner should tuck their legs under you. After, wrap your arms around each other in a hug-like embrace and feel your chests melt together.

Pro tip? The person sitting first should be stronger and willing to support the other partner during intercourse.

“This is a tough position to get into, depending on your shape, size, differences in height, and capacity for body mobility,” says sex expert and psychologist Jenn Gunsaullus. “Use pillows or wedges under your butt or knees to lean back against—that can be helpful.”

Also, keep in mind that this position is more about grinding than it is thrusting. Use your hips and legs to move your body against, around, and on top of your partner—even if they’re not necessarily inside of you.

FUN EXTRAS

Okay, remember when I mentioned extra clitoral stimulation? Yeah, I wasn’t kidding. Encourage your boo to use their finger to stimulate your clitoris as they’re inside of you (double yum)

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

A NEW EXPERIENCE

Prompt: You and Roman have been together for 7 years now,and on the night of your 5th year wedding anniversary,you have a new way to demonstrate your love for him

Word count: Uh girl,grab a snack ‘cuz this one is long!

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18 smut,cursing,slight self-degradation,fluff(at the end),a lot of intimacy and Tantric Massage(yes,you’ve heard it right 😉)

A little disclaimer,before we continue: Tantra is a middle eastern (more precisely Indian) philosophy and spiritual path,the tantric massage itself is a wonderful experience that DOES NOT involves any sort of sexual interaction such as penetration or masturbation!Yes it does involve yoni/lingam massage(vagina/penis massage) but the whole goal of it it’s not orgasm/ejaculation.It can happen of course,’cuz we’re humans but if it can it has to be delayed/controlled since that’s not a goal to be reached,it’s a full body experience and a deeper self connection and healing journey.So if someday you reach out a PROFESSIONAL for this especific massage,keep all this things in mind,please.The only reason I’ve included sex on this it’s because the characters in this story are married and got carried away(also because,it’s Roman I mean,who wouldn’t?). Also they don’t live the Tantra as a philosophy or spiritual path at all! It’s just a new way of working they intimacy together as a couple.It is NOT my intention to degrade ANY form of philosophy/spiritual path from anyone’s beliefs,this is for entertainment purposes only,and also a new way for me to write about new/different themes(or personal study topics of mine) for my stories. I have a deep love for middle eastern cultures and an even deeper love for studying different types of philosophy/spiritual paths.

Tag: My soul sister @ziasaph

Notes: Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.

Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

Today’s my 5th year wedding anniversary with my lovely husband,Roman.We’ve been together for 7 years now.The first time I met him,I gotta say, I hated him! There was something about him that screamed trouble.He was too good to be true,I mean,he was incredibly handsome,polite,thoughtful,kind,loving,funny,intelligent,respectful(a true gentleman really),the best kiss I’ve ever had and don’t even get me started on this man’s bedroom skills...No man ever fucked me like that,no man ever cared much more about my pleasure than with he’s own,no man could make me feel like a goddess the way he could..you see what I mean?He couldn’t be an honest good man right?!And I knew better!Oh I really did..I’ve always had a “rotten finger” when it came to my men choices.If you putted me in a room with two guys,a truly good man and a shitty asshole,I would’ve had 100% chose the latter.Maybe for the “fun” of it or even just to prove my Freudian fate,who knows?

But when I decided to finally give in to the Samoan’s charm and accepted to finally officially date him,I discovered why he smelled like trouble,because as soon as I found out I was in love with him I knew I had lost my whole heart to that man!And if you came from a emocional troubled background,like I did,you know that that’s the worst case scenario one could ever have.But funny enough,despite my deepest fears,he changed my whole world,he dragged me out of the shit pit I’ve always lived in and pushed me into the light beside him,making me forget everything bad that ever happened to me,transforming my reality into the fairytale I could never had imagined.If you told me,7 years ago,that right now I would be here telling you this same story,I would have have bitterly laughed at your face and asked you to give me a hit of whatever it is that you had.

But here I am,finishing to set up one of our guests room for the surprise I had in mind for my husband.I’m sure that this will never repay him for the way he always made me feel,but at least I hope he can have a bit of a glimpse of how much I truly love and care for him.

I was lighting up the last pair of candles when I heard the front door open,his deep sigh and the loud thump of his bags dropping on the living room floor.

“Y/N,baby girl? You home?” That voice alone could bring the biggest,truthful smile upon my lips.I put the lighter on my jacket’s pocket,carefully closing the guest room door and I ran downstairs to meet my redemption in form of a man.

“Roman!” I squealed while I preceded to jump on his arms and wrap my legs around his waist,kissing him like I would never see him again.

“Wow!” He chuckled “I see someone missed me those 3 weeks,huh?!” Still laughing,he wrapped his big arms around my waist and retributed my kiss vigorously.

“Of course I missed you baby!You’re my Samoan Prince Charming,how could I not miss that?!”I laughed.

“Prince Charming,huh?!”He chuckled “You wait ‘til you see what I wanna do to you...I’m pretty sure you’re gonna change your mind from prince charming to tramp real quick!”He smirks and I can already feel my panties getting damp with excitement.

“Oh really,big guy?! Well I’m sorry,but I’m about to piss in your yard and ruin your dreams!’Cuz I already have a surprise for you,and that took a lot of prep time too,so as much as I would love to see what you have in mind that will have to wait,at least ‘til later.”

“Piss in my yard?!Oh baby girl,always so delicate with your words!”He laughed

“What? I’m expressive,you know that!Also if anyone here is the well mannered,polite and posh one that’s you,I’m just you know,rough street trash”.I bitterly said

“Hey!Don’t say that,please.You know that I don’t like when you degradate yourself like that.You’re not trash,you’re my everything!And let’s be honest here baby, I love your rough side..”He squeezed my ass,to prove his point.

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna get all worked up,and you’re going to ruin my surprise...” I whispered

“Ok,ok.I stopped!”He chuckled,then gave me a light peck on the lips before lowering me down to the ground.”So what do you have planned?”

“You know it’s called surprise for a reason right?!”I said.

“Oh c’mon Y/N! Not even a little preview baby?” He gave me those beautiful puppy eyes,and the bastard knew that I would give in.

“Argh,you’re the worst!”I faked an annoyed face,but he knew I was pretending so he just smiled and I couldn’t help but smile back.”Ok the only,ONLY thing I will tell you is that it involves a large amount of intimacy..I’ve never done that to anyone before..and it’s an incredible experience.That’s all I’m saying!”I proudly huffed.He stared at my face for an eternity before he slowly smirked at me saying “You do realize that you said you were going to tell me just ONE thing about it,but you ended up telling me THREE instead,right?!” He started laughing when I poked his broad chest saying “Shut up! You know,you’re lucky I love you,because otherwise I would just kick your ass right now.”I tried to hold back my laugh,but that soon was forgotten when he kissed my lips so slowly and sweet and said “I don’t have a doubt you could kiss my ass at anytime baby.” He lazily smiled at me,before his expression turned more serious. “I love you Y/N so fucking much!” He caresses my face before continuing “I’m so happy I could take a few days off to be with you,to celebrate the 7 years we’ve been together..and the many more years yet to come” He pecked my lips lightly “I could never have asked for a better woman,wife,best friend,lover,supporter..my own personal safe harbor.” He shyly smiled at me and pressed our foreheads together,and I couldn’t help the tears escaping through my eyes.

“Oh baby girl, I didn’t meant to make you cry!” He said

“Those are happy tears I promise!” I sighed “Besides,I feel bad that I can’t say such beautiful things to you,I’m sorry baby,that you got the product made with a broken mold” I sadly sighed.

“Hey,I already told you to stop saying those bad things about yourself! Also you don’t have to apologize,I know everything you went through and it’s normal for someone in your position to be a little careful when showing your fellings,and trust me babe, I don’t need your words to know that you love me,your actions already do the job!” The smile he gave me was so sincere that reached his eyes.And I really hope that my actions tonight will prove his statement to be right.

“So,when do you plan on giving me my surprise?” He asked with a sparkle in his eyes.And I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Well the first thing I need to know is if you’re already fed?”

“Yep! I stopped by a cafe on my way home and ate something light,like you asked me to”. He responded

“Good!Now I’m gonna need you to take a shower so you can wash away the tiredness of your flight,towel yourself dry,but don’t put any clothes on I’m gonna need you naked for this.” He maliciously smirked at me.

“You need me naked,huh?” He licked his lips “Ok,sounds like a great surprise so far..”

“Yes it is! And if I were you, I would hurry up..”

With that he ran off to the bathroom like a little boy,and a few seconds later I could hear the water running.

As soon as I finished stripping the last piece of clothing off my body,I heard the bathroom door open and Roman call for me.

“I’m in the guest room.The one near the stairs.” A few seconds later, I see him entering the room.

“Wow,this looks beautiful!” Since we never used that room as a guest room,it didn’t had a bed(which helped a lot) I just cleaned the hardwood floor,placed a big extra thick(about 40mm) yoga exercise mat in the center of the room,a lot of candles(some were sandalwood scented,but not many,so it doesn’t get too nauseating.Just enough to give that relaxing feeling),some rose petals around the floor, a few cozy cushions around the yoga mat and a little low table with one massage candle and a large thermical water bottle(to keep the water cold and fresh).It wasn’t much but it did look cozy and spa like.

“Did you like it?”

“If I like it?Baby girl it’s perfect!”Then he looked at my naked body and added “Perfect indeed” as he slowly lowered down to catch my lips in the most romantic kiss. When I broke the kiss(‘cuz if it was for him,we would stay there for hours) I begin to explain to him what my surprise was.

“I was thinking what I could give you for our 5th year anniversary that wasn’t bought from a store,but had more of a deep sentimental value” He slowly nodded

“I was talking to Sarah and she told me that Lisa,her new girlfriend is a Tantric massage therapist and had given her a tantric massage one day,she said it was the best experience she’s ever had.So I got curious and decided to make an appointment with her and babe” I sighed “I’ve never had in my life,such an amazing experience! The feeling is...I can’t describe,you have to feel it to understand it. My point is,Lisa told me that tantric massage can be used by couples as a form of bonding,like a deeper connection. It can be used to strengthen they’re intimacy.” When I saw the confused look on his face I said

“What I’m trying to say is that I love you so much” He smiles “I love you too baby girl” I smiled back,continuing my explanation “And I know that you’re the best man I could’ve ever had asked for myself!Even too good for me,but my point is that,it makes me upset that I don’t tell you as often as I would like to how much you mean to me,so I asked Lisa for some advice on how to perform a tantric massage on you and thought that,maybe it would be a nice way to show you how I truly feel,through this” I pointed out to the set up in front of us,smiling shyly.

“I-I..baby girl, I don’t even know what to say...This is all so beautiful, I mean, you didn’t need to make all this to show me that you care or love me babe,I know that regardless” he touched my face softly and quickly added “But that doesn’t mean I’m not curious about your surprise..In fact I’m quite excited to see what this is all about” He has a evil sparkle on his eyes and we both couldn’t help but laugh.

“Ok big dog,I gonna need you to lay down on your stomach for me,okay?”

He smiled and did as I asked.

I kneeled down on one of the cushions beside the yoga mat and said

“Alright baby,now,I need you to close your eyes,relax and just focus on my touch upon your skin ok?” When he nodded I grabbed the massage candle and started by dripping some of the wax into his ankles and calves,lightly spreading the melted wax up,until it reaches his back thighs.

I remembered that Lisa told me that this should not be a relaxing massage,in the sense of quizzing in the muscles to bring relief,but it was more focused on the touch it self,so I had to keep a very lightweight touch and make sure that only my finger tips(and occasionally my finger nails if I wanted to) touched his skin lightly.

When I reached his back thighs I notice Roman shifting his weight ever so slightly.

*Oh thank God,I’m doing this right!* I thought to myself relieved.

I dripped more wax,now,onto his perfect round ass and lower back.As I begin working out the wax and spreading it I heard a deep,low,almost inaudible,growl leave his lips and I couldn’t help but smile to myself.I let my finger nails just lightly roam his ass,lower back and side hips.I was so lost in the action that I was caught by surprise when a loud moan left Roman’s lips.

“Y/N..”

I grabbed the candle again and repeated the same process but now on his middle and upper back,shoulders,in the back of his arms and forearms,the palm of his hands,his fingers,neck and ears.

When I reached his head,I lightly dive my finger tips through his hair so I could reach his scalp and begin lightly massaging it,as if I was washing his hair,when I very lightly scratched his scalp I heard a very familiar sound

“Mmmmm fuck,oh shit...Mmmmm”

*Hold on..did he just? Oh I know THAT sound,I think he came!* I thought to myself

I lightly tapped his shoulder twice(a sign for him to turn onto his back) and when he did I could see that I was right,as there were evidences of his cum not only on his stomach but also on the yoga mat,and his deliciously thick erection resting on his belly.

I placed a cushion under his hips and one under the back of his head before I repeated the same previous actions.Starting from the soles of his feet,working my way up his shin,knees,thighs,lower abdomen,hips,abdomen,ribs,chest,nipples,side of the neck,face,front shoulders,biceps,forearm and the front of his hands.

Once I got up and placed myself on the mat,between his legs, I looked at him and I could swear that in 7 years,I’ve never seen that man with such a wild,primal,raw,luscious look on his face.

“Ro?”

“Hm?” I’ve never heard his voice so rough before

“We’re going to the last step now,ok?”

“Mhmm” was all he answered with his gaze glued to my face

I dripped some wax onto my hands and rub them together to spread it.

I took his length into my left hand,lightly squeezed the base of his cock and started to pull my hand up towards the head until my hand slides off,just so I could grabbed it with my right hand and repeat the same steps.

“Oh my fucking God” He rolled his eyes to the back of his head “ Sweet fucking Christ,Oohhh fuuuck” He moaned with a raspy voice.

I took the opportunity to massage the head of his cock in a orange juicer motion.

“Argh” He deeply growled,snapped his eyes open and look at me with a deadly look on his face “Fuck me Y/N! I need you to fuck me right now! Come here and ride me nice and hard baby”

“But Roman,I’m not done ye-“

“I don’t give a fuck!” He gritted “I need you,and I need you right now! Just come here,and put my cock inside that sweet tight pussy baby” He smirked in an almost demonic way and I immediately straddle his hips.

Once I lined his cock to my entrance he quickly thrusted inside of me,making me gasp.

While he gave sometime to adjust he said

“Oh it feels good to be home!” He chuckled

“Baby girl, I don’t know what you did or how,but we’re definitely gonna be doing this more often!” He smiled deviously before he holded my hips in place so he could fuck me like a maniac.

“Oh Ro,fuck”

I’ve never felt him so thick,so deep and so hard inside of me.He was fucking me at a pace so brutal that it was almost deliciously painful.

He grabbed my wrists from his chest and rapidly tugged me down so our chests were glued to each other’s,he took the opportunity to ferociously kiss my lips while he preceded to fuck me brutally.

“Ro,baby,I’m gonna-“

I couldn’t even finish my sentence,because my orgasm hit me so hard that I couldn’t even breathe properly.

“Oh fuck me baby! So fucking tight...so warm...” He gritted “So insanely wet”

With that I could feel his cock throbbing and the hot spurts of his cum inside of me.

When he released his last spurt,we look at each other’s eyes and shared the most passionate loving kiss.When we broke the kiss I said

“I love you Ro,so much”

“With your heart,body and soul?” He lightly smiled,remembering his own words said to me on our wedding vows.

I smiled back before answering without a doubt

“With all of my heart,my whole body and my only soul”

And it was in that moment that I knew I couldn’t have picked a better surprise for the owner and of my heart,body and soul.

[cloud9consultive]

Mystery Pickup Artist: Mystery Method 2021 (How To Pick Up Women)

Here’s a list of 10 key components in the Mystery Method updated for 2021:

1) NIGHT GAME: The Mystery Method is primarily focused on picking up women in bars and nightclubs.

If you would like to meet party girls or young women, bars, nightclubs, gentlemen’s clubs, and hangouts around universities are perfect.

Prospecting efforts should be focused on the type of woman you would like to meet.

Here are few good places to meet women:

– Anything near a hair salon or beauty shop – Book store – Mall – Home décor store – Coffee shop – Grocery store – Health food store – Healthy restaurant (Panera Bread is a great place to meet women) – Yogurt shop – Ask yourself what groups she is a member of and join them (meetup.com is a good resource) – Ask yourself what charities she supports and support them – Ask yourself what events in your city she frequents and attend them (wine tasting, restaurant opening, bridal shows)

2) PEACOCKING: To dress and behave in an over-the-top and flashy manner, for the purpose of drawing attention and attracting women.

If wearing a fuzzy top hat, goggles, multiple wristwatches, garish earrings, black nail polish, and flamboyant clothing is congruent with your style and who you really are, then by all means… peacock away.

But peacocking doesn’t have to be loud to be effective. The key to peacocking is to make strong style choices. 

Interesting clothes with a few pieces of subtle but visible jewelry will do the trick.  

Personally, I prefer to use my vibe to attract women anytime, anywhere, no matter what I’m wearing.

When it comes to attracting women, vibe outweighs wardrobe 1000 to 1.

3) THREE SECOND RULE: Approach within 3 seconds of seeing someone you like.

If you don’t know how to follow your intuition, I agree, you should consider approaching someone you’re interested in immediately.

But once you develop your intuition, use it to determine who and when to approach.

Intuition is never wrong, so I always use it when prospecting.

As a result, I meet the right women, at the right time, in a serendipitous manner...  Which is the best way to meet women.

If you decide to use the 3-second rule as your primary decision-making tool, you will inevitably create awkward and uncomfortable situations for yourself and your target.

4) NEGGING: The act of emotional manipulation whereby a person makes a deliberate backhanded compliment or otherwise flirtatious remark to another person to undermine their confidence and increase their need for the manipulator's approval.

I am 100% against negging. Here’s an easy 2 step filter to use when communicating with anyone, not just women… Before speaking ask yourself if what you are about to say passes the TK Test:

(1)  Is it True? (2)  Is it Kind?

If what you are about to say doesn’t pass this 2-question filter, keep it to yourself.

I only turn this filter off when hanging out with my best, closest guy friends.

We make fun of each other constantly…  Not to be mean, but for good times and laughs.

Guys you know… it’s just something we do.

Enough said. Let’s move on…

 5) CANNED OPENERS: Field-tested lines and routines a PUA (pick up artist) uses repeatedly to open sets and start an interaction.

I have no problem with being prepared to open set.  In fact, I believe in being ready to start an interesting conversation at any time, in any situation… As long as the opener passes the TK Test above.

 6) FALSE TIME CONSTRAINT: A PUA statement used when opening set to reassure the target he will not take up much of her time. (Example: I can’t stay long. I have to get back to my friends, but…)

I believe you should communicate a time constraint during a set. But again, use a time constraint that passes the TK Test.

 7) BODY ROCKING: A form of non-verbal false time constraint used by a PUA to convey he is not needy and therefore may leave the set at any time.

An example of Body Rocking would be to slightly turn away from a set as if you were just about to leave.

This is one of many body language techniques you can use to help execute a success set.

I define a successful set as one that results in your desired outcome or “Close”.

There are many different Closes.  You can: Number Close, Kiss Close, Sex Close, Shop Close, Meet Up Close, Bounce Back Close, Immediate Date Close... Just to name a few...

 8) DEMONSTRATE HIGH VALUE (DHV): An action taken by a PUA to make himself appear or come across as a person of high status, thus making himself more desirable to women.

There are many different ways to DHV and they can all be extremely effective… Including one-liners, questions, routines, demos (demonstrations), games, quizzes, jokes, assumptions, stories, and humor.

Mystery used magic (which is a demo), stories, routines, and cocky funny humor.

While I love using humor, I’m not a big fan of cocky funny humor in general because you can easily come across as a prick.

 9) AMOGing: Tactics used to negate attempts to block advances towards your target.

In short, an AMOG (Alpha Male Of the Group) is a hater who’s trying to cockblock you.

An AMOG can be any member of the group who stands in the way of successfully closing the target. 

It could be the target’s BF or an aggressive male who is competing for the attention of your target.

If left unchecked, the AMOG will try to destroy your game, usually by challenging your material.

Occasionally, an AMOG may even turn to physical intimidation or violence.

That’s why you should focus your attention on building a bond with the AMOG first, before approaching your target.

The AMOG must be won over, defeated, and diffused before approaching women in the group.

To accomplish this, open the AMOG first.

Then ask, “how do you all know each other,” to open the rest of the group and ultimately your target.

 10) PHASE-SHIFT: To transition from the Comfort to the Seduction stage of pickup.

Phase-Shifting can be done by increasing kino (touching) and turning up the sexual tension with the use of a story.

If done correctly, this will lead to kissing which is a pathway to intimacy.

Personally, I like to use Staging and Tantra to make the shift to intimacy effortless and natural.

There you have it… 10 key components of the Mystery Method updated for 2021. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it for you. Goodbye, and God Bless!

[jason-tantra]

The sense of fun and joy you experience in a Tantra event.

UK TantraLove Festival 2015 (to show you Tantra we do an optional/consensual photoshoot at the event).

[diarrheaworldstarhiphop]

Five years ago, while a student at Columbia, Sulkowicz lugged a dorm-issue, extra-long twin mattress around campus for as long as she had to attend school with her alleged rapist. This was Mattress Performance (Carry That Weight), a globally viral art piece that made visible the weight of campus sexual assault. It transformed Sulkowicz into an icon. Since then, her artworks have regularly roused the internet: a video of her reenacting her assault, a bondage performance at the Whitney that doubled as institutional critique. This past spring, she tweeted an image that was perhaps even more provocative: a photo of her grinning alongside two of her libertarian critics — not performance art, she insists, but a byproduct of her new curiosity about other views.

“All my clothes are in boxes,” she tells me, gesturing apologetically to her oversize charcoal hoodie. She’s in the midst of moving from a sublet owned by a tantra instructor (mirrors surrounding the bed to create an infinite regression — that kind of thing) to an apartment in lower Manhattan whose location she asks me not to reveal, since “there’s some really scary people who are obsessed with me.” Her hair is short-cropped and coffee black, its natural color after years of bright dyes, and her voice is buoyant, laughter always bubbling underneath. Since 2016, Sulkowicz has identified as gender fluid, and she sometimes uses they/them pronouns. When I ask what to use for this article, she texts me, “Lol I’m not clear about it either,” before settling on she/her.

During the summer of 2018, Sulkowicz tells me, she was single for the first time in years. Swiping through Tinder, a man she found “distasteful” super-liked her. “It smelled like Connecticut,” she says of his profile. “He was very blond, law school, cut jawline, trapezoidal body figure, tweed suit kind of vibe, but something inside of me made me swipe right, I don’t know.” They began messaging, and she found him witty. “He was actually way more fun to talk to than any other person I matched with.”

Eventually, Sulkowicz stalked him on Twitter and realized that he was conservative — “like, very conservative.” At first, she was repulsed and considered breaking it off. But then she thought, “Wait, actually, that’s kind of fucked up because he’s the most interesting person I’ve come across, shouldn’t I be open to talking to him?” After dispelling her initial fear, she texted him that it would be “interesting (progressive? Powerful?) for two people who might be the antithesis of each other to go on a Tinder date.”

Ahead of this date, they traded reading assignments: Sulkowicz gave him the password to protected areas of her website, and he sent pieces he’d written for conservative magazines, which she printed, annotated with her critiques, and brought to their date. This man expected Sulkowicz to be “the patron saint of wokeness,” but when he met her, he found that she wasn’t actually trying to litigate the issues — she was mostly just “curious about this different perspective that she had not been as familiar with.” The two “sort of dated” for a while and then realized that their chemistry was more conversational. They became “amazing friends.”

Not having known conservatives before, Sulkowicz had to play catch up. Early in their friendship, she asked him to recommend one book to help her understand him, and he picked Jonathan Haidt’s The Righteous Mind. It’s a book that explains, in evolutionary terms, the human tendency toward political tribalism and the importance, in light of that, of learning from one another’s beliefs. She calls the book “mind-opening.” Its resonance with her new friendship did not escape her.

Shortly after, Sulkowicz attended a book talk of Haidt’s. This was for The Coddling of the American Mind, which diagnoses the campus left with the kinds of cognitive distortions that addle the chronically anxious and depressed: a tendency to blow everyday problems out of proportion, or to believe that one’s negative feelings reflect reality. This book kicked a hornet’s nest on the left, and when Haidt learned that Sulkowicz was at his talk, he didn’t assume she was a fan. “I expected her to be the sort of person who sometimes asks the angry question when I give lectures on campuses,” Haidt tells me. “And when I first saw her and she had blue hair, that fed my assumptions and expectations about what her views and values would be.” But Sulkowicz surprised him. “It changed the way I think about politics,” she said about The Righteous Mind, “and I wanted to thank you for it.” The two became friends.

Soon, she began attending house parties and happy hours with conservative and libertarian intellectuals, reading Jordan Peterson and articles from the National Review. In the past, Sulkowicz dismissed opposing views without understanding them, but now she sees intellectual curiosity as intertwined with respect: she wants to disagree with people on their own terms. This is an ethical position, but one with personal resonance. “I’ve always been upset,” she admits, “that there are people out there who assume that I’m a bad or mean person without ever having met me.” When she describes her political journey, she fixates on the experience of surprising people, of walking into a group who might otherwise dislike her and “disrupting their expectations.” At these parties, she reflects, “I can become fuller to certain people rather than staying the same caricature. I’m going from flat to round.”

- - -

A couple weeks after our lunch, Sulkowicz brings me to a book party at a dark bar on Bleecker Street. Here, she introduces me to her friend from Tinder, who asks that I not use his real name for this article. (It might be a distraction at his white-shoe law firm and, besides, “Emma is inured to online hate, but I am not.”) When he asks if he can choose his own pseudonym, I tell him sure. He picks Chad. It’s a reference to the incel term for men who, due to serendipitous genetics, are attractive enough to have oodles of sex. All of us laugh, but Sulkowicz laughs loudest, her voice tinkling, bell-like, and leaping between octaves.

Chad is a Chad, by the way, and he does “smell like Connecticut”: he has cornsilk hair, a shieldlike chest, and a jawline that an incel might show his surgeon for inspiration. But Chad is also a different kind of conservative than I imagined. Rather than a bowtie-sporting William F. Buckley type thumbing his nose at populism, he finds Reaganism laughably passé and aligns himself with Tucker Carlson’s anti-elite drive to regulate markets. He says that he would support some of Trump’s policy agenda, if only the president were competent enough to achieve it.

This party is for Robby Soave, a libertarian reporter on the snowflake beat whose new book, Panic Attack: Young Radicals in the Age of Trump, is — per Soave’s own description — “a book that is extremely critical of [Sulkowicz] and that I don’t wish her to read.” Soave met Sulkowicz a month or so before at another libertarian happy hour. Initially bewildered, he warmed to her, finding her to be inquisitive and even fun to talk to. “We exchanged contact information,” he tells me later, “and talked about maybe becoming, I guess, friends or something?” He laughs incredulously as he says this, sounding a bit on edge.

As Sulkowicz swirls around the party, her presence stirs an obvious question: whether this is performance art. Soave brings it up twice when we speak on the phone afterward, acknowledging the possibility that he’s being set up. While he’s inclined to believe that Sulkowicz is moved by earnest curiosity, he’s aware of her background in “elaborately planned performance art” and her reputation as a provocateur. Since graduating from Columbia in 2015, Sulkowicz has done around a dozen performances touching on issues like consent, anti-institutionalism, climate change, trauma, wellness, and female sexual desire. It’s natural to wonder if she’s currently breaking bread with this crowd to lampoon civility politics or to expose views she hates. Honestly, it might be harder to believe that she’s simply trying to learn.

But Sulkowicz is adamant that this isn’t performance. In fact, she insists that she’s quitting art altogether. After one of our lunches, she bikes off to return the keys to her studio, which she’s emptied and swept clean. “For many years,” she explains, “I wasn’t interested in listening to other points of view. I was very emotional and making performance-art pieces that were very reactionary and fiery.” Without disowning them, she describes these artworks as something she “got out of her system.”

Having found the art world humorless, narrow-minded, and grotesquely competitive, Sulkowicz says she stopped making art about a year ago. She quit a fellowship at a museum, ceased teaching art classes, and was essentially unemployed for a time, drawing income from occasional speaking gigs, mostly about campus sexual assault. (Her remarks on Me Too have been fewer; she supports it, but wants a clearer path to forgiveness.) She has been working on a memoir that draws on her diaries from Mattress Performance, and last month, she started a full-time, four-year master’s program in traditional Chinese medicine. There, she’ll learn skills from acupuncture to herbalism, which have been her “personal healing modality” for years. Sulkowicz has parried assumptions that this is performance art, too. It grates on her. “I’m a human and humans can change,” she says, insistently. “I’m telling you that I don’t want to make art anymore.”

But in some ways, it’s easier to assume that Sulkowicz’s political posture is performance art: this provides a clear motive, one that’s politically straightforward. If Sulkowicz is not making art, then it’s much harder to grasp why she’s doing this and what it means. Part of the confusion, Sulkowicz assumes, springs from a pervasive misunderstanding about who she is, rooted in the dissonance between her public image and private consciousness. While many assume she’s at Soave’s book party for some admixture of art and progressive politics, Sulkowicz says she’s mostly there for fun.