About the elitism of the Lurker Lounge

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Speaking of dress code, I wore my underwear in public to protest Bush's second term. On campus, on election day, the campus Republicans were dressed in red with elephant earring and such.

So I wore a corset, garters, and stockings around campus with the sign: "The only Bush I trust is my own."

Wanted to give Lurkers a different mental image than Doc in a kilt.

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Are we elitist at the Lounge? I don't think so.

I found out the day after I graduated from Hollins that I'd been accepted at the University of South Florida for graduate studies in library and information science. And when I tell everybody that I want to move in with my boyfriend, I have to eventually tell them how we met. Since the DSF is no more, I tell everybody that we met here.

And everybody's all like, "internet boyfriend?"

And I'm like, "this ain't no internet chatroom." And it's not.

We're an intelligent bunch of gamer geeks, serving in the military, Fortune 500 companies, with local and national governments, or studying for degrees.

I think it's who we are and NOT our rules that define this community. For instance, Doc plays around a lot and has put bad thoughts and naughty images into my head and he (and Occhi) have been responsible for many computer monitor beverage accidents. (Whatever I happen to be imbibing whenever I read their jokes tends to come out my nose, you see.) But I know both can make some damned convincing arguments and can be serious about it too.

Is the the rules scripted by Elric and taught by Lurkers that create this community? Nay, 'tis the Lurkers themselves.
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I deny everything... I am serious about NOTHING!!!

And ugly as I am, I am told I cut a dashing figure in a kilt. I look like a poorly aged medieval berserker that desperately tries to fit into modern times. Or so says some folk I know.

As for wearing your skivvies in public... I salute you. You are now part of a long and noble tradition of people that cast off public image and use their bodies for social expression.

I have had more than one president see me totally n00d. The most notable was Nixon. I went streaking through the convention hall, and paused long enough right in front of Nixon to reach down and yank my own willy a few times in salute. I then managed to outrun security and police for almost 4 whole city blocks. I was arrested on many charges (Some of them fabricated mind you) and tossed in jail for a whole freaking week.

The worst charge was assault... Some poor old wrinkled prude saw me naked... Back when I was young and almost good looking... Wearing nothing but my shoes and my dreadlocks. She gasped as I went by, her head bobbing up and down while I was a running, she gasped for whatever reason and fainted. She smacked her head into a newspaper despenser box and required stitches. Police insisted that I pushed her, but I was in the middle of the street while she was on the sidewalk. The only person I feel sorry for that day was the poor police ociffers that had to tackle a naked man. This is something that no male wants to do. The look of disgust on their faces was worth the week in the clink.

That line about trusting your own Bush was brilliant. I bet that got a lot of folk's panties in a wad. Believe in your self above all else... Be true to your self. And always have the courage to do the most outrageous thing you can possibly think of, because people WILL remember that, and it CAN change somebody's life. And that leads to ripple effects. One person can make a difference.