The UNKOWN.

[weinie man (imported)]

I STILL like the Goth Goddess thing!!! --Being castrated on a morgue table, with the drain and all, is sort of sick, but the idea is intriguing!-Its not for everyone.-------But, remember, its only fantasy!

[bobov (imported)]

I'm too old to know much about the "Goth Goddess thing." Tell all! All I know about "Goths" is that they're young people who dress in black and profess an affection for death and nihilism. Sounds to me like a harmless affectation of the young, healthy, and privileged. Thirty years ago, the gilded youth wore painters' overalls and torn jeans because poverty was tres chic. Is the Goth thing a similar inversion?

[weinie man (imported)]

No BOBOV; it is all different today. I remember the times that you talk about, it has changed. I am not up on all of it, but I will say this: What you say & remember, is the way it was then. ---I first got married back in "77", then I found out later, that my newlywed was a practicing Goth, 2 weeks after marriage. She was into the satanic thing too, with all that went with it. This freaked me, but I made like "it wasnt there". ---I worked in the oilfields then & when I got home at night, I was her "practice" subject. She made me to eventually come to enjoy what she did to me. ---"The mind BOGGLES" at what happened. ---But, now, 26 years later, it is still with me, and I still like the idea. ---(even though we have been divorced for 23 years!) -------It is not contained to the "Well to do", or anything like that. It can be anyone, of any social level. ---I must go now. Disturbing thoughts are coming to me. I will write back later.

[bobov (imported)]

This sounds really interesting. Write all you can bear to tell. A whole new world of perversion might open up to me.

[weinie man (imported)]

This sounds really interesting. Write all you can bear to tell. A whole new world of perversion might open up to me.

I dont think that I can write about anything that has happened in my life cycle, that you havent seen, or heard about, in the past, but, I will try:

[weinie man (imported)]

Sorry about the screwups on the printing, but I am playing with the "Enhanced Mode" and trying to get used to it. (Besides, a little color wouldnt hurt, would it?) -Bear with me please; I will get it right eventually!

[weinie man (imported)]

OK, Bobov. The first inkling I had, of my new Wifes inclinations, was when she asked me to make her a special knife for her. I worked in a machine shop & could make it easily, after work. The handle was made of 316 grade Stainless steel; Turned on a lathe; the blade & hilt was made of mild steel. The blade, hand-lapped to mirror brightness, was suitabally serpentine-shaped, (as to her specifications) and dull on the edges, but razor-sharp on the tip.---Back in those days, the technology was sort of primitive, so I just brazed the blade & hilt to the handle & polished it out thorougly. I presented it to her, and she asked why it had no scabbard. I told her that I was not skilled in leathercraft. She accepted that. ------I dont know why she wanted this knife; I never asked, and also; she never volunteered to tell me. -----The next, was; ---When I got home one evening, she was sitting in the middle of a pentigram circle, on the floor, with candles, the knife, and a book, which I was [/COLOR]NEVERallowed to see.---Then, came the attempted casteration of me, by my (then) wife, with a serrated long bread knife, in the middle of the night. As I lay sleeping, she straddled me in the darkness & pulled the sack out & started to cut. -----I woke up QUICK,and stopped her efforts. The next Morning, we had a talk!!!------I must leave it there for now. I will be back later.-----More to come!!![/SIZE][/FONT]I should mention that all this happened in the 70s.