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What is next, gender-neutral showers? That will go over like a negro ballerina.

I expect to see this sort of nonsense in the northeast and the northwest of America, where denial of reality is commonplace. But the truth is that nudity is a privilege. A privilege that must be earned and appreciated. These scrawny half-wits don’t even have a nudity worth revealing, and since they see everyone as equal, there is no appreciation.

I have always thought that the Wiccans had something going, with their communal nudity in the half-light of the campfire. It is a touching ceremony of trust and acceptance. Even the early Christians were baptized in the nude, in half-light.

I have seen the same kind of trust and acceptance at Fairy Festivals, with the nude body-painting. But all these people are united by elite beliefs. These crack-brain students only believe that there is nothing to believe in, or to hold sacred; therefore, all are equal with no distinctions .

All right then, eliminate those offensive gender-specific bathrooms and just have a big latrine ditch in the ground with a hose at one end. The other end empties out into the Charles River. Everyone uses the trough to relieve himself, right there in the open like an animal. Problem solved. So much for human progress.

Yeah, Mate, how’s it going with that peter-of-iron thing?

http://www.postyourflasher.com/pictures/displayimage-13-7993.html#top_display_media

No worries Tim. We are friends. Lets go watch the women play rugby.

http://www.shewired.com/sports/2013/12/04/photos-oxford-universitys-womens-rugby-club-bares-all-charity?page=0,1&utm_source=Xhamster&utm_medium=popunder&utm_campaign=Xhamster%20Popunder

An artistic observation: The buttocks cleavage seems to tilt TOWARD the side that has the rear-most leg. This is because when the leg is rear-most, the glutes, which are the “shoulders” of the legs, bunch up (because they are pulling the leg backward). This makes the gluteus medius and the gluteus maximus more rounded; hence the buttocks cleavage rounds off toward the side of the body which has the rearmost leg.

Well, McQueen, you’re waaaay off topic as usual but I must compliment you on those pics you provided a link to. Very nice indeed. How can any man be a homo with such lovely naked White girls around? That’s the kind of world I want to live in….a world full of lovely naked White girls……and me. I’m very tolerant, you know. They could be as dumb as rocks and it wouldn’t bother me at all.

That’s the kind of world I want to live in….a world full of lovely naked White girls

Well, Tim-boo-ba, its too bad that you don’t have any airbrush artistic abilities, because that IS the world I live in!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Me and Antagonistes. By the way, Ant , you should be an art professor.

Isn’t the question, really, why are women allowed to go to college? If they were happily married at home with children, there would be no judeo-marxist indoctrination and so we wouldn’t even be having this conversation.

It was cold.

The man put down his broom, took off his gloves and looked at his hands.
The fingers were white from the first knuckle down on his right hand.

“Reynaud’s disease,” he thought. “I hope it does not affect my writing.”

He broomed. The pile of discarded paper cups, cigarette butts, hotdog leftovers, and frozen french fries increased.

“Rugby fans are the worst, especially at Christmas,” he thought. “But, hey, would I even have a job without them? What else do English-majors-aspiring-to-be-poets do? Even forty years after graduating . . . forty years, goddamn it.”

He looked up. Because he heard a sound. A crystaline, tinkling sound, like the waters of an enchanted brook cascading against the solemn, gray, disapproving rocks in its path. He saw naked girls, laughing and running out onto the field. They made a circle of exquisite White nakedness, arms extended into a center hub.

http://www.shewired.com/sports/2013/12/04/photos-oxford-universitys-womens-rugby-club-bares-all-charity?page=0,5

He put down his broom, and took out the flask of wine that he always carried. He was not an alcoholic, but the wine took the sting off the butt ends of his days.

What he saw made him want to celebrate, with a few sips of Merlot, but like all his celebrations, it was a party of one. But he worshipped the beauty of the Aryan female form, and here it was—bare, multiplied, running over, innocent. The wine warmed him, and encouraged his artistic spirit.

“Such pale ethereal beauty—like the first warming rays of the solstice sun playing among the whitened blades of the winter-bleached grass,” he muttered.

“WHAT did you say?!” The voice behind him startled him. He turned around. The man he saw was middle-aged, trim, with the appearance of an ascetic artist.

“I … I ….. I’m sorry. I was just surprised by the naked women.”

“Well . . . you must be a poet, whatever else you are. I heard what you said. It was beautiful. Sorry to startle you, but I was going to ask you to leave, with all the nakedness. But I heard what you said! Exquisite, absolutely exquisite!”

“Well, yes, I was an English major in college . . . forty years ago.”

“Put down that broom. Forget the lost years. I am the artist, Antagonistes, and I am shooting the Oxford University Women’s Rugby naked calendar. I would like you to write the copy. Man, if you can just shoot off verses like that, out of the blue . . .”

“Wow, like, uh,. … alright!” he said, putting down his broom.

“Like I said, I am Antagonistes,” the trim artist said, firmly shaking hands. “What is your name?”

“Tim McGreen.”

“Well met, Tim! Come down and meet the girls! I am sure they would want to meet the poet who will celebrate their exquisite nakedness in verse!”

They walked down the bleachers and descended into the smiling bare innoncence of the naked Women’s Rugby Team of Oxford University.

McQueer and Fagonistes……two homos in love with each other. Or are they actually the same pole-smoker posting under two different identities?

Don’t reply, McQueen, you’ll just get McGreen’s mom worked up (she’s posting for Tim, remember) and it does me no good to have her all tired out before tonight.

Antagonistes, you’re right.

Sometimes dudes get together and shit happens. That don’t make anyone gay. If for whatever reason you get your freak from fucking a dude in the ass or getting your dick sucked (especially if your wife won’t do oral/anal) then there’s nothing wrong with that.

Now if you suck dick/eat ass/get fucked, then that’s different. I’m as much against faggotry as the next man. But, like I’ve said, I’ve been inside. Every single WN, including all the AB guys, fucked. Chickenhawks like McGreen think it’s easy not to get your freak. But believe me, in prison it’s a fact of life.

No one’s proud of it, but you’ve got to bust a nut sometimes and jacking it to gymnastics sometimes just doesn’t cut it.

Which brings me to the topic of TV inside. It’s sick as fuck. Everyone’s jacking to the bitch doing telesales. Rows and rows of dudes jacking, moaning, feeling their nipples, etc.

A lot of fags are married to women who know all about their husbands’ queer lifestyle but look the other way.

THE FOLLOWING IS FROM AN ACTUAL DEPARTMENT OF HOMELAND SECURITY TRANSCRIPT:

MRS. ANTAGONISTES: “Oh dear, I really thought Antagonistes would change after we were married. Mother warned me about him, but it’s too late now, I’m too old and ugly to get divorced and start dating again. No, I must continue to live this lie. I must continue to deny everything, even to the kids and myself. I know! I’ll just drink alone by the fireplace every night and cry myself to sleep while he’s picking up some hustler at a queer bar!”

MRS. McQUEEN: “Gladys, you don’t have to drink alone, my husband Thom is a faggot, too. Say, why don’t you send the kids to stay with your sister so we can be alone and commit acts of lesbianism on each other? I kind of dig your big, flabby ass.”

MRS. ANTAGONISTES: “You do? Why thank you, Myrtle! I always thought it was my best feature. I must say I was always flattered when your husband Thom asked if he could airbrush pictures of naked Black men climbing all over it. It seems your husband has quite a collection of photos and illustrations of naked Black men, doesn’t he?”

MRS. McQUEEN: “He sure does! In fact, I have often fantasized about having sex with a lot of Black men while Thom watched and played with himself. After all, what self-respecting White man would want a 60 year old, 400 pounder like me?”

AT THIS POINT, THE HOMELAND SECURITY AGENT WHO WAS TAPING THIS CONVERSATION GOT SO GROSSED OUT HE CALLED HIS SUPERVISOR AND ASKED IF HE COULD STOP. THE SUPERVISOR WAS ALSO GROSSED OUT AND IMMEDIATELY AGREED TO THE FIELD AGENT’S REQUEST.

Topkea, I notice that the infantile McGreen has posted one of his fantasies, his mind-farts, while I was sincerely and honestly replying to your message.

Perhaps I will read it tomorrow. Maybe. Maybe not. But you, yourself, please feel free to comment on it, even though it seems, by glancing at it, to be addressed to me.

If you do not wish to reply to Mr. McGreen, just treat him like a pesky horsefly, and shoo him away.

That is what I do.

McQueer, Fagonistes, Homokea…..It’s all just one faggot troll posting messages back and forth to himself. Stupid AND boring.

Ant, Carrie and I tried your yoga posture thing.
I did it it first. It worked right off. A golden milky shower of semen and sperm. Carrie thought it was neat, so she tried it. It worked for her. There was a small shower, but not like a man. Afterwards, we were so high, we went out into the back yard, in the nude, in broad daylight (I have a fence) and had some a bunch of warm saki in the twenty-degree weather, while we watched the birds.
This yoga posture is also great for the abs.
About McGreen. He hates us for our freedoms, Ant. You can keep treathing him like he is a big foolish puppy, but I am convinced that he hates us. Carrie says that he probably is a bitter old man somewhere.
But anyway, as a community service, I am going to try to go to the local prison and teach them the yoga thing.

As for subversion the filthy posters will not be deleted from this blog or hosed down the gutter either.

Oh, we are adults, we don’t wont to sensor, but the forum and this blog do show the mind set the filth columnist’s at work, so that alone is comfort.

With out for now the remaining majority of White Nation’s permission any where.