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CHOKING is all the RAGE gleny

About 3 months ago, I was getting daily complaints about a little thing I do in some photos. I think it is fun to take photos fake choking people. I am not really sure exactly why I enjoy it, it is just something that has grown on me over the years. I decided to write this blurb because I have noticed that I have started doing this again. I wanted to get some feedback, and well tell all of you about it some. There are a few reasons that I find them fun and here they are; I like emotions in the photos and sometimes just a smile for a picture isn't as fun. It is like having a prop for a photo without actually having a prop. I like the submissive end of it, how the subject lets me just have my way for the photo. I also think that people look kind of sexy with a little struggle on their face. Again, no people are ever hurt during these photos, and almost all of them are, well in my opinion, artsy. Well get choking folks, hey send me your best choke photos, I would love a choke collage

Walks the walk johnny	In this day of internet offers and infomercials, it is refreshing to find a product that does what it says it will do, as well as it promises. Rain-x is a product that delivers. You use it to buff your windshield and the rain beads up and runs off. I applied a coat of Rain-x to my windshield in December, and water is still beading up in February. (Not as well as a fresh coat, but if I am running down the highway at 60 mph in the rain, the water runs off before I need to turn on my windshield wipers. Another benefit to Rain-x is ice removal. I didn't see anything on the bottle about Rain-x being an aid to scraping ice off my windshield, but it is. Instead of chunk-chunk-chunking the ice off my windshield, the ice slid off like a layer of snow. I am in no way sponsored by the company that makes Rain-x. (However contact me through Gleny with all endorsement offers. I will wear your logo in my next 10k. I don't run fast enough to get on TV, but I do run slow enough for people to get a good long look at me.)

I'm Cuming by Bus

a thought by Tanya

Orgasm isn't as far away as you think. I know, I live it. I have developed the ability to make myself cum on demand, much like HBO and Showtime. The female orgasm, I am lead to believe, based on the study of myself, is 95% mental 5% physical.
I came (no pun intended) across this realization after a peculiar experience with an erotic dream. I had dreamed that I was tied down, hands and feet to the posts of the bed and my lover at the time was about to ravage me. He hadn't come even so close to touching me, in the dream, when I woke due to the intense contractions of my orgasm. This was when I realized that I may want to try being tied down.
At any rate, the dreams persisted, never the same but still waking me up each morning with a smile. I realized I was living out my own personal erotic fantasies, some I was not even aware of, through my dreaming.
Then one magical day, I was thinking of my partner, at the time, during my morning commute to NYC. I was sitting legs crossed in a beige business casual skirt suit. The thoughts that kept flooding my mind were what I wanted to do to him, what I wanted him to do to me, what we could do to each other. How I would verbally molest him on the phone while he was at work later that day and then I felt it. The twitch. The littlest pull of what could lead up to a major orgasmic experience. My breathing shallower, I knew I was in public. I didn't care. This was fantastic. I continued to undress myself; I got on my knees and unzipped his pants, all of this of course, inside my head. I sucked him off and he began to return the favor. I then imagined him putting his whole self inside me and I, on the bus, on that magical day, came. Silently and strongly, without touching myself, or any physical manipulation I came just the same (thank Dr, Suesse).
Ever since I have been able to mentally manipulate myself into having orgasms, whenever and wherever I want to. It's a very liberating experience. I can cum at my desk at work, or early Saturday morning simply thinking about how a few inches away from me lays the man that could bring me the most physical pleasure I could ask for. Maybe I am a fluke for this, but it is an oddity that I can honestly say brings me nothing but pleasure.

in case you missed this... enjoy the protest video

Life Gone Kra-Z 1.1

Greetings and salutations my Freaky Darlings. This is your wicked Uncle Kra-Z here, coming to you from the Heart of modern day Sodom itself (or is it Gomorrah?). And you know how we do this here -- the original of this mental spew is being written in lamb's Blood, scrawled out with the sharpened and split bone from the finger of a runaway teenage girl, edited by my girlfriend and her girlfriend under the dancing yellow light of a candelabra and the purple glow of the strip club next door. After all, would you expect anything less from an Artist in Las Vegas? No, of course not. And I'm never one to disappoint. SO, if you think you're ready for this, make sure your seatbelts are securely fastened, and your seatbacks and tray tables are in their upright and locked position. Air Marshall Kra-Z is taking over the controls.

"Just where do you suppose this crazy journey will be taking us?"
To ask that is to ask what's going to happen in the next 525,600 minutes of our Lives. Because you see, True Believers, this column is about my Life, my world. And unless you've forgotten that this is a small world (after all), you know that means it's about OUR Lives, OUR world -- Just seen through the stained glass window of my Mind.

"Okay, enough bullshit. What the hell is this column really about?"
Everything. Nothing. Whatever's coursing its way through my brain when my deadline's approaching. Whatever bit of arcane bullshit has tweaked my nipples that week. Or whatever's tickled my ass and turned me on that week -- and tweaked my nipples. But, if you really need examples, the Dude abides. So to look forward, let's look back at some recent lunacies.

- "George Bush does not care about black people"
Freaking brilliant, Kanye! Kudos for breaking script, stating the blaringly obvious on live TV, and putting the President on notice, and the network censors on their asses. The national news freaked out worse than that time a nipple shield made a halftime appearance. They even cut you out of the Left Coast broadcast! But my brother, the only reason we're still not talking about it today is that George Bush isn't the only one. The entire Government doesn't care about black people. NO group does. A white person might care about a black person, and often does. But in this crazy, mixed up world, White People just don't care about Black People. Unfortunately, I can't apologize for an entire "race".

- Iraq = Vietnam in the desert.
We never should've been there in the first place, and now we can't leave. We started a giant ClusterFuck of Death that will never truly end. This is our contribution to world history. Claim it with pride, America. But before anyone gets their panties in a bunch about my not supporting our troops, chew this: I support our troops so much I'd rather them be home safe with their families than spilling their blood for a cowboy's pride.

- The Silly Shit of the Month Award goes to... Cartoon-protesting Muslims.
Okay, not ALL of them. Just those who are so pissed off at cartoons implying that Muslims are violent people... BY BURNING DOWN EMBASSIES, KILLING PEOPLE, AND BLOWING SHIT UP! This reaction is about as reasonable as celebrating a basketball victory by turning over cars and lighting shit on fire. It's about as logical as blacks protesting the Rodney King verdict, not by going uptown and crashing Whitey's party, but by destroying their own neighborhood.

There, how's that kids? Think you've got a good idea of what you're in for?
Wait until you see me when I'm on the rag.

Now before you start launching rotten vegetables my way for being a righteous prick, allow a brief plea of sympathy for this Devil.
Truth, Beauty, Freedom, and above all things, Love
I believe in those things. Add in Art and Honor and you've got me.
Be those as they may, I'll suffer the slings and arrows of the outrageous fortune that comes from peeling back the gloss to expose the dirt, grime, hypocrisy and stupidity attempting to cover or destroy those ideas. I'll do it with great pleasure, and hopefully entertain you a bit along the way. If I'm really lucky, maybe I'll even spark a Thought or three. And you're welcome to share those thoughts. Complaints, compliments, criticism and other comments are welcomed at get.kra.z@gmail.com.

The journey's begun. The top's down and we're on a flat-out high speed burn across the desert. And worse, we're entering Bat Country.

… Kra-Z is an Artist. 'Nuff said. He lives and plays in Las Vegas, but his heart is still on stage at the Jersey Shore. See his work @

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