| Social network for lesbians GirlZZZ Land - girlzzz.eu |
[29 Mar 2009|05:10pm] |
I want to tell that social network GirlZZZ Land only for girls - lesbians and bisexsuals
has been opened!!!.it's like a facebook or myspace , but only for girls -lesbians and bisexsuals.
You can meet other girls there and you will have some futures like :
-Create your personal profile
-Upload any images
-Upload favorited mp3's in your frofile
-Post your personal blogs and comment others
-Make personal bookmarks of videos from youtube
-Create communities
-Use private messages
-chat with other girls
-online games
-and much more!
Welcome to GirlZZZ Land!
girlzzz.eu
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[10 Sep 2005|04:09pm] |
click.click.click.
[echo]
knock.knock.
is anyone still here?
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[15 Apr 2004|04:17pm] |
Is it possible to love in all forms? Is it possible that i can be so in love with you and be ok with you sharing your love with others too? Is it ok that I have different forms of love for everyone? I told a lover once
" love is like the full moon , It's there for evryone to see and enjoy and though you might see it from different angles , different places , it doesn't take away from its infinite beauty. Love doesn't just run out"
Is this the right place for this sort of thing?
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| The Gun Street Girls (Burlesque) |
[11 Apr 2003|12:19pm] |
Hey, you guys! I just wanted to let you know about a punkrock burlesque troupe I joined a few months back called The Gun Street Girls. If you're interested in that sort of thing at all, please check out our Yahoo group:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/thegunstreetgirls
Yes, that is Queen Latifah sporting one of our hooded sweatshirts. I have NO IDEA how she got it. Heh. :)
The actual GSG website needs a serious update and we're meeting about that this weekend. I'll be doing a snappy redesign and will let you all know when it's done. We have upcoming shows in both Portland and Seattle, and tentative plans for others in NYC and San Francisco.
Danke. :)
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[08 Jan 2003|04:53pm] |
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I'm one of the moderators here. I'm having trouble making this community look snazzy. Someone who likes customizng is welcome to design something. . .
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| lyrics/words of beauty..and a song you can dance to...well at least try to. |
[28 Dec 2002|11:27pm] |
New Order-Bizarre Love Triangle
"Every time I think of you
I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue
It´s no problem of mine but it´s a problem I find
Living a life that I can´t leave behind
There´s no sense in telling me
The wisdom of a fool won´t set you free
But that´s the way that it goes
And it´s what nobody knows
While every day my confusion grows
Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I´m waiting for that final moment
You´ll say the words that I can´t say
I feel fine and I feel good
I´m feeling like I never should
Whenever I get this way, I just don´t know what to say
Why can´t we be ourselves like we were yesterday
I´m not sure what this could mean
I don´t think you´re what you seem
I do admit to myself
That if I hurt someone else
Then I´ll never see just what we´re meant to be
Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I´m waiting for that final moment
You´ll say the words that I can´t say"
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[17 Dec 2002|03:06pm] |
Suicide. I have yet to know if the right to take your own life is a form of subversive beauty.
The right to Die,
or the sentence of life.
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| Hehe, tis me again ^_^. |
[14 Aug 2002|03:49am] |
Ack, am a lazy ass. Meant to post again in here ages ago.
But anyway, as to what I personally find beautiful?
Mostly the world before we had it. I think the main thing about this world that I find unattractive is unnatural light. I adore fire, and I adore darkness, and I quite like the sun even though it burns, but natural light... I've never found it beautiful.
It's the same with people... I can look at someone who's covered in make-up or airbrushed or artificially enhanced or glowing inwardly from some random 'inner child' psychological crap and think 'pretty', but never beautiful. On the other hand, an old woman covered in sores and scars and the wrinkles of old age looking into her boyfriend or husband's eyes with the same love that you just know has been there for many years... that, I find beautiful. I think beauty is in anything that touches the heart. Say... for example, my boyfriend spends most of his time with me trying to impress me, be 'enough' for me, but it doesn't matter what he gives me or presents me with or shows me, it's the simple act of being with him and being adored by him that keeps me with him. The thought of those adoring eyes means I could love him if he had the face of a warthog, just as long as he kept on looking at me that way.
I think there's also something beautiful about age. I've never thought of age as 'ravaging', even if it is a bit of a lousy make-up artist. Age, in my opinion, is revealing. It adds character to a person. Little crows feet and smile-lines are far more beautiful than the almost doll-like flawlessness of young skin because it is proof of what's on the inside coming through.
I also find a certain sort of beauty in vulnerability... it leaves a sort of imprint on me that I can't place but which always touches me and which I always remember. Perhaps it is the universal appeal of vulnerability - I could never turn my back on a wounded or crying person unless they desired me to, because I want to help and I want to care for them, even to love them in an almost motherly way. It's the oddest of things... the only times I ever avoided being bullied in my old school were the few times I finally broke into tears. No-one ever hurt me when I was crying, and perhaps that's why I find vulnerability beautiful... because I associate it with release and a bizarre sort of happiness and feeling of being loved.
I do find some darker things beautiful, like the quiet, pale stillness and almost noble nature of death, but as I don't know what about it appeals to me, I see no real reason to comment on it.
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[25 Jul 2002|10:09pm] |
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This is my first post here, and it's about something that's been on my mind lately.
In September we have a fair, and we also have a pageant with a Queen and all. While it benefits the Youth Center I work at and I would like to see it succeed, I can't get over disliking these things. The people who are working on it are so earnest, but I have to bite my lip to keep from asking, "Can we have a cattle show afterwards?"
And they're so tight about the thing, anything that doesn't go their way, they accuse me of "ruining the pageant." Beauty pageants... gaaahhh...
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| ( newbie here, please don't sue ;) ) |
[24 Jul 2002|03:31pm] |
Well, I thought I'd give some of my views on beauty, as that appears to be what this community is for;
I think it's important to constantly challenge the concept of what is 'beautiful', because if everyone came to the same conclusion about beauty, we'd be clones, all obsessed with the same hair colour, same eye colour, same figure, and anyone who fell outside that exclusive circle would find themselves unloved and uncared for.
And how many mothers have an 'ugly baby'? Why not ask the mothers?
There's a measure of beauty in everyone, regardless of what they look like or what their personality is. Be they innocent little choirgirls or murderers, beauty cannot be hidden, it can only be denied to hide the truth that 'bad' people CAN be some of the most beautiful creatures on earth.
And beauty can be something that lasts - in the tired, wise eyes of old people, or in the pale and quiet stillness of death, there is still something to behold that touches the heart, though it bears little or no resemblance to the bright-eyed soft-skinned beauty of a child as it is born into this world.
Beauty has no gender, or race, or even species - there is something undeniably beautiful about the sleek coat of a well-groomed horse, the pure white wings of a swan, the almost silky movements of a snake. It has no age, no personality, no degree of life. Beauty is something that cannot be defined because existence cannot be defined, and there are things to be admired in every aspect of existence, though not necessarily by each individual person.
Beauty is, very much, in the eye of the beholder. And as there is no single creation that beholds all with beauty, it always will be something that escapes definition.
-Em
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| New. Hi. |
[24 Jul 2002|04:20pm] |
People tell me i should become a model.
Supposedly I am very beautiful.
Yet when I look in the mirror this ugly guy stares back at me.
What is it with that?
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[22 Jul 2002|06:13pm] |
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there is nothing beuatiful about the word orb no matter how you look at it.
there is something incredibly immaculate, about missing someone to the point of dillusion, and physical weakness.
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[21 Jul 2002|09:27pm] |
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I'm new. Thanks  bassistgih! :D
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[21 Jul 2002|08:32pm] |
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*just joined*
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| Gratings and Salivations |
[06 Jul 2002|07:31pm] |
Walking with a stick made of sinew
All these zombified mothers and fathers, compatriots in comparitive creation if we ooze together the canvas reflects hidden meanings, the only meanings, the dust shoveled under now lumpy carpets, the refuse accept it the refuse accept it it's only your dignity accept it it's only your dignity
Support, i'm falling a thousand hands flailing alongside reaching, trying to touch, waving, striking, flipping me that magic bird
i would bite your finger off and grin as i swallow my belly button forever after a symbol of rejection they all said i could fly, so i tore off those wings in a fit of spite
the feathers follow me now, tickling, prodding, whispering inanities sweetly they will never let me rest
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| fuzzy logic is all too clear! |
[27 Jun 2002|12:45am] |
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fuzzy logic is all too clear!the super-sonic heat is ready to sear. your brain is busy starting
hard to fear. the puzzle of your life
so very dear. everything you are is related to fear! do it right. &: we won't see you next year.
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| a place for a llama rapist? |
[31 May 2002|06:05pm] |
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hi, i'm new. i rape llamas. a writer writes with their heart, then rewrites with their brain. well, i guess then i'm not a writer.
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[23 May 2002|06:41pm] |
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I feel so violated, in such an awfull, dirty, but with an air of subtle cool. it was my own fault. I was just so bored.
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distressed
cold