From: Her Ladyship Lilith von Fraumench <lilith@ZubJenius.com>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Tue, Jul 9, 2002 9:14 PM
This was the best of X-Days; this was the worst of X-Days.
Fair warning--I'm starting THIS report by going through
ALL the
anti-slack that was endured by myself, Popess Lilith
von Fraumench, as
well as my consort, the lovely St. Thea GirlUWant von
Fraumench.
GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING CONSPIRACY KNOWS HOW TO FOUL UP
ANY BLOWHOLE. And
my own blowholes were mostly CLOGGED the whole time.
Nasty fucking
hayfever made it very difficult to sleep. Even with
pills to help drain
my nose indirectly, I found myself missing my Dremel
tool. A couple of
drainage holes in the soft palate might've left my mouth
not only
snotty but bloody, but I would've been able to BREATHE.
You know you're fucked when SLACK, to you, is to be
able to BREATHE
"NORMALLY".
Thea and I had to travel separately, causing lots of
anxiety on both
accounts--hers, based on her fear of flying, and mine,
based on my
loathing for mass systems of ground transport. As it
turned out, my
flight was an uneventful one--HOWEVER, as it was a red-eye,
I was too
tired to remember to TAKE MY PILS, leading to several
days when the
littlest thing would make me want to cry AND kill all
at once. In
Thea's case, she had to endure forest fires, floods,
and helpless
elderly people, and is ready to learn how to NOT fear
flying.
Shortly after having set up our honeymoon suite--a rather
spacious
affair, actually, a tent in which I can actually stand
mostly erect!--
we had neighbors a bit close for my personal comfort.
We had to
seriously restrict our bonobing as a result, lest we
find ourselves
with audience participation, or worse, bootlegging.
Although I
initially blamed Rocknar, it turns out that the insane
MOTHER of Rev.
EF, one of the IRC regulars, was to blame. So I have
a big dirty frozen
airplane-toilet-detritus FINGER for her, to be lovingly
applied next
chance possible, OR NOT.
All the new ranters blew their wads on Thursday night,
before any
scheduled activities, meaning I didn't get many bribes
for stage time
during Friday and Saturday, and even those who DID bribe
me didn't show
up. This had me agitated until I decided that the "Fuck
It Principle"
should be applied.
Thea and I both had to WORK OFF OUR X-DAYS. As a result
both of us were
lacking in energy and motivation. I partied for a couple
of days, a
little. But let there be no mistake, most of our time
was spent back at
camp whimpering and whining and wishing the torment
would just stop.
But we were so broke that we barely scraped by, between
working for
Brushwood and the Foundation and selling Connie fish
stickers and the
occasional bribe. But we did scrape by, praise "Bob",
and at the end of
this report I'll list my thank-yous for those who showed
up with
SCRAPERS.
Columbus Airport, on the return flight, was a total
fucking nightmare!
It seems that some airport security agents seem to think
that a wall
plaque of a demon with fake miniature weapons can be
used as a REAL
WEAPON. Also, Wartenberg pinwheels. The pinwheel is
made of chromed
steel and is basically a little medical tool, with little
spikes on the
outermost part of the wheel. You can run it down someone's
skin rapidly
and make them think they were cut open, but it causes
damned little
damage--if you're too hard with it, you MIGHT scratch
their skin. This
medical tool is now considered a TERRORIST THREAT.
And when I returned to check in the carry-on with the
plaque and the
pinwheel, I couldn't find my ID, and so couldn't check
in the carry-on,
let alone go back through security or through the gate.
Fortunately, I
found where I misplaced it, but by this point I was
really badly
emotional. At least I got a handful of free Kleenex
for it.
And I'm still broke.
But, FUCK IT. I HAD THE BEST WEDDING I COULD EVER ASK FOR!!!
I was beautiful, Thea was beautiful, Rabbi and Joy De
Veeve were
beautiful bride's maids, the audience was beautiful,
Stang's speech
before the vows was beautiful, the music was beautiful,
the FLOWERS
were beautiful, oh my fucking Dobbs that wedding was
the #1 SAVING
GRACE of my X-Day. I could probably go on about it for
HOURS. Although
we had billed this wedding as the Wedding To End All
Weddings, Xists
Permitting, I actually hope this will lead to MORE SubGenius
weddings.
There have been so many, but I think ours was the coolest
of the lot,
on so many levels at once.
My favorite part, however, was looking at Thea while
she looked at me,
both knowingly, grinning like fools every time Stang
inadvertently
drove WAY home on his speech. There were so many comments
that we
could've considered inside jokes except I know that
most humanoids do
it too, even if they don't admit it on the Internet.
Grooming
instincts, for instance, are way more common than one
might realize,
and really does form a basis for True Love. Someone
who'd pick your
ticks and eye boogers off you has to be someone special
indeed.
That was July 4. After the Xists failed to show up at
7 AM yet again,
Thea and I had decided to go into town and buy our Conspiracy
wedding
papers. See, while I'm obviously becoming more and more
female with
every shot of Connie Juice plunged into my divine cheek
meat, I am
still *technically*, and therefore legally, male. Hence,
my ID
dutifully reports an "M" for those who are
morbidly curious about
what's between my legs. By this loophole, two "lesbians"
can in fact
legally marry. And we did.
In Sherman, New York.
Meaning, it wouldn't be enough to show up with an M
on my ID. I had to
walk the walk--LITERALLY. (Slight shuffle, no hip-swinging,
slumped
over so the tits didn't show and to add that ever-so-charming
male
indifference.) I had to change into men's clothes for
this, which were
kindly lent by Rev. Otto. I had to practice my OLD voice,
which I had
nearly forgotten. In fact, I think I sounded more like
my kid brother
than like me. I had Thea practice calling me "he"
and had to come up
with a variant of my legal name that might be regarded
as male--"Lyle".
And despite my most valiant attempt, the town clerk
looked at the ID
and presumed I was female--because of my MIDDLE NAME.
"Dawn is a man's name?!?" she said incredulously.
"My parents were hippies," I deadpanned with
a bit of embarassment in
my voice.
"He gets that all the time," Thea added helpfully.
"I love you, Cynthia."
"I love you, Lyle."
MALE PRIVILEGE--FOOEY!!!
But we DID IT ANYHOW. Because we CAN. And because of
health insurance
benefits, tax breaks, inheritance laws, etc. etc. But
legal issues
aside, I marry Thea again and again EVERY NIGHT, before
bed, *just to
be safe*, and I can't wait to marry her again tonight,
hail Connie!
And damn, am I SO happy to have married her in the first
place! Thea
isn't just my bonobo ballet partner, she isn't merely
my slave--she is
my best friend in the whole world. I can spend hours
laying in bed with
her, talking and cracking jokes and snuggling up. That's
the best part
of the marriage right there, not counting the crazed
perverted lusts
she and I indulge regularly. And that's how I most fondly
remember
X-Day--as a chance to be next to the woman I love, and
cherishing every
moment that wasn't marred with sinus problems or sunburn.
Indeed, the dichotomy of having obvious slack from being
with Thea,
opposed to the scarce slack of actually running events,
led me to
invoke the "Fuck It Principle" in major ways.
I blew off the hot sauce
contest and the BDSM seminar we were talking about doing.
I blew off
the Bobtism rather than running about in a panic. Most
of all, and most
ironic, I quit my job WITH "Bob", for ME.
That's right, I hereby resign as stage manager at X-Day
events. Next
year, Thea and I will be on vacation and won't do a
lick of work for
anyone. I understand that Phloighd has already volunteered
to be the
next stage manager. I wish him luck in this endeavor
and look forward
to nagging him about the way the stage is being run.
Oh, and one last bit of odd slack. While at Brushwood,
the
walkie-talkies that we had brought with us REFUSED to
work. Upon
getting back to Seattle, however, I found that ONE of
them, at least,
began to mysteriously work! It's a sign that, at this
X-Day, I too
should have failed to work. And it's a sign I shall
honor at the NEXT
X-Day, when I'm sure there will be no mechanical or
psychological
breakdowns.
Her Ladyship Lilith
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From: "Rev. Ivan Stang" <stang@subgenius.com>
In article <090720021814059363%lilith@ZubJenius.com>,
Her Ladyship
Lilith von Fraumench <lilith@ZubJenius.com> wrote:
>
> You know you're fucked when SLACK, to you, is to
be able to BREATHE
> "NORMALLY".
1 soul/breath
>
> All the new ranters blew their wads on Thursday
night, before any
> scheduled activities, meaning I didn't get many
bribes for stage time
> during Friday and Saturday, and even those who
DID bribe me didn't show
> up. This had me agitated until I decided that the
"Fuck It Principle"
> should be applied.
I too found it odd that we provided this stage, powerful
public address
systems and a captive audience of potential brainwashees,
and yet just
about NOBODY took advantage of it.
We must be FASCISTS! That's the only explanation. A
RIGID FASCIST
HIERARCHY! It can't be that some of the SubGenii are
LAZY, or SCARED,
or perhaps discovered at the last minute that "ranting"
isn't as easy
with 100 strangers staring bug-eyed at you as it is
in the party room
with 2 drunk buddies.
I think we know who has the BALLS and OVARIES in this
church, oh my
daughter!
The ones BRAVE enough to make TOTAL UTTER IDIOTS OF THEMSELVES!
>
> And I'm still broke.
>
> But, FUCK IT. I HAD THE BEST WEDDING I COULD EVER
ASK FOR!!!
>
> I was beautiful, Thea was beautiful, Rabbi and
Joy De Veeve were
> beautiful bride's maids, the audience was beautiful,
Stang's speech
> before the vows was beautiful, the music was beautiful,
the FLOWERS
> were beautiful, oh my fucking Dobbs that wedding
was the #1 SAVING
> GRACE of my X-Day. I could probably go on about
it for HOURS. Although
> we had billed this wedding as the Wedding To End
All Weddings, Xists
> Permitting, I actually hope this will lead to MORE
SubGenius weddings.
> There have been so many, but I think ours was the
coolest of the lot,
> on so many levels at once.
It was probably the most truly touching wedding I've
conducted and I
think the couple had something to do with that.
Remember folks, Rev. Stang is available for weddings
or supermarket
openings... next wedding up is August 8th, Rev. Varga,
aka The
Sexicutioner from GWAR, in Antarctica. Unless they have
to change the
venue to New York or something.
>
> My favorite part, however, was looking at Thea
while she looked at me,
> both knowingly, grinning like fools every time
Stang inadvertently
> drove WAY home on his speech. There were so many
comments that we
> could've considered inside jokes except I know
that most humanoids do
> it too, even if they don't admit it on the Internet.
Grooming
> instincts, for instance, are way more common than
one might realize,
> and really does form a basis for True Love. Someone
who'd pick your
> ticks and eye boogers off you has to be someone
special indeed.
The regular preachers often leave that stuff out in
favor of
high-faluting bullshit that makes the old ladies in
the pews weep but
actually helps bolster the false expectations that lead
to divorce.
We're ass-scratchin' Bonobo monkeys and dang proud of it!
>
> That was July 4. After the Xists failed to show
up at 7 AM yet again,
> Thea and I had decided to go into town and buy
our Conspiracy wedding
> papers. See, while I'm obviously becoming more
and more female with
> every shot of Connie Juice plunged into my divine
cheek meat, I am
> still *technically*, and therefore legally, male.
Hence, my ID
> dutifully reports an "M" for those who
are morbidly curious about
> what's between my legs. By this loophole, two "lesbians"
can in fact
> legally marry. And we did.
?!?!?? LESBIANS??!?!? HOLY SHIT, that's an ABOMINATION!
If I'da known
you were LESBIANS I NEVER would have conducted that
ceremony.
LESBIANS!!! Well Now I've seen everything! Hell, I
thought you two
were just a couple a straight gals out for a good time
eating out each
other's genitals. LESBIANS?!?!? I think I'm gonna
PUKE!
>
> But we DID IT ANYHOW. Because we CAN. And because
of health insurance
> benefits, tax breaks, inheritance laws, etc. etc.
But legal issues
> aside, I marry Thea again and again EVERY NIGHT,
before bed, *just to
> be safe*, and I can't wait to marry her again tonight,
hail Connie!
Practice makes perfect!
>
> And damn, am I SO happy to have married her in
the first place! Thea
> isn't just my bonobo ballet partner, she isn't
merely my slave--she is
> my best friend in the whole world. I can spend
hours laying in bed with
> her, talking and cracking jokes and snuggling up.
That's the best part
> of the marriage right there, not counting the crazed
perverted lusts
> she and I indulge regularly.
You guys are damn lucky, BUT, you also serve as reminder
to those who
are lonesome that NO ONE KNOWS what lies right around
the corner. It
MIGHT be something TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE yet TRUE NONETHELESS.
If a couple of fucked up nerds from Dallas like you
and me can score
THIS MIGHTILY, then probably anyone can. Eh, except
that one fuckhead.
The important thing is to not die. Well, I mean, that's
gonna happen
anyway. So why rush it.
The "slave" part didn't come with the package
I got, though... do you
have to pay extra for that?
>
> Indeed, the dichotomy of having obvious slack from
being with Thea,
> opposed to the scarce slack of actually running
events, led me to
> invoke the "Fuck It Principle" in major
ways. I blew off the hot sauce
> contest and the BDSM seminar we were talking about
doing. I blew off
> the Bobtism rather than running about in a panic.
Most of all, and most
> ironic, I quit my job WITH "Bob", for
ME.
Damn, first Bill Miller wises up, now Lil. Who will
be the next control
freak/victim?
>
> That's right, I hereby resign as stage manager
at X-Day events. Next
> year, Thea and I will be on vacation and won't
do a lick of work for
> anyone. I understand that Phloighd has already
volunteered to be the
> next stage manager. I wish him luck in this endeavor
and look forward
> to nagging him about the way the stage is being
run.
AS LONG AS IT AIN'T ME!!
>
> Oh, and one last bit of odd slack. While at Brushwood,
the
> walkie-talkies that we had brought with us REFUSED
to work. Upon
> getting back to Seattle, however, I found that
ONE of them, at least,
> began to mysteriously work! It's a sign that, at
this X-Day, I too
> should have failed to work. And it's a sign I shall
honor at the NEXT
> X-Day, when I'm sure there will be no mechanical
or psychological
> breakdowns.
We figured out too late that the Electro-Stimulo-Wristbands
screw up
the walkie talkies if they're on the same hand that
you're holding the
transmitter in. They mess up some cell phones too.
And pacemakers. We
found out a little late about that, too. (Nobody you
know.)
--
4th Stangian Orthodox MegaFisTemple Lodge of the Wrath
of Dobbs Yeti,
Resurrected (Rev. Ivan Stang, prop.)
P.O. Box 181417, Cleveland, OH 44118 (fax 216-320-9528)
A subsidiary of:
The SubGenius Foundation, Inc. / P.O. Box 204206, Austin,
TX 78720-4206
Dobbs-Approved Authorized Commercial Outreach of The
Church of the SubGenius
SubSITE: http://www.subgenius.com
For SubGenius Biz & Orders: call toll free to 1-888-669-2323
or email: jesus@subgenius.com
PRABOB
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From: Her Ladyship Lilith von Fraumench <lilith@ZubJenius.com>
In article <100720021304484368%stang@subgenius.com>,
Rev. Ivan Stang
<stang@subgenius.com> wrote:
> 1 soul/breath
Air is the worst addictive substance--try going five
minutes without it
and you get HORRIBLE withdrawal symptoms. Imagine how
I felt, going for
HOURS with only a coffee stirrer to provide a functional
breathing
passage other than my mouth.
> We must be FASCISTS! That's the only explanation.
A RIGID FASCIST
> HIERARCHY! It can't be that some of the SubGenii
are LAZY, or SCARED,
> or perhaps discovered at the last minute that "ranting"
isn't as easy
> with 100 strangers staring bug-eyed at you as it
is in the party room
> with 2 drunk buddies.
Either that, or were too tight-assed to give me ANY
bribes. Not even a
QUARTER. What cheepnis abounds! And these WERE the same
types who paid
the same amount for a bottle of STADIUM MUSTARD as they
did for SISTER
DECADENCE, who I am pretty sure *tastes* better than
stadium mustard
any old day! THIS IS A SICK AND PERVERSE NATION, FRIENDS!!!
> I think we know who has the BALLS and OVARIES in
this church, oh my
> daughter!
>
> The ones BRAVE enough to make TOTAL UTTER IDIOTS
OF THEMSELVES!
You'd think that the mere knowledge that they are either
dumbasses or
shitheads--or maybe fuckwads or some cross-breed like
the dumbshits or
the fuckheads--would be enough to erase any such concern,
but NO! Most
people are loathe to admit they are ANY kind of head
AT ALL.
> We're ass-scratchin' Bonobo monkeys and dang proud of it!
And when you have another ass to scratch, and someone
else to scratch
your ass for you, AH! There is simply no more sweet
and intimate
moment, genitals or no, that can compare with someone
who knows just
where to scratch.
> ?!?!?? LESBIANS??!?!? HOLY SHIT, that's an ABOMINATION!
If I'da known
> you were LESBIANS I NEVER would have conducted
that ceremony.
> LESBIANS!!! Well Now I've seen everything! Hell,
I thought you two
> were just a couple a straight gals out for a good
time eating out each
> other's genitals. LESBIANS?!?!? I think I'm gonna
PUKE!
"*Watch* two girls making it? Hell, I'd rather
BE two girls making it!"
And WE MADE IT. It's a delight, being the subject of
"Bob"'s sexual
fantasies, even if I do worry about what he's going
to do next.
> You guys are damn lucky, BUT, you also serve as
reminder to those who
> are lonesome that NO ONE KNOWS what lies right
around the corner. It
> MIGHT be something TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE yet TRUE
NONETHELESS.
We found each other after giving up totally on ever
finding ANYONE. And
that's my advice to anyone who is also looking for that
True Yeti Mate
and can't seem to find her--GIVE UP, and "go down
with the ship," and
Dobbs will make sure you AND your one-and-only both
wash up marooned
together on a romantic tropical island with a small
crowd of natives
that will worship you both as gods. Figuratively speaking,
that is.
> The "slave" part didn't come with the
package I got, though... do you
> have to pay extra for that?
Nah, it's a simple two-part process: Find someone who
worships you and
swears they'll do anything you want, and then MAKE THEM
PROVE IT. In
our case, it so happened that I had written a "want
ad" looking for the
kind of kinky partner I wanted. SHE read it and found
that was EXACTLY
what she wanted, too. The rest is, well, fun and games.
> We figured out too late that the Electro-Stimulo-Wristbands
screw up
> the walkie talkies if they're on the same hand
that you're holding the
> transmitter in. They mess up some cell phones
too. And pacemakers. We
> found out a little late about that, too. (Nobody
you know.)
Hmm, it didn't work in either hand, but it DID start
working, I guess,
when I took my ESW *off*. HMM. Oh well, nobody needed
me to be on the
radio this time. But maybe we should pick a channel
for "wireless
Wotanning" or just gossiping like here or on IRC.
I'd record that.
Her Ladyship Lilith
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You'll say that the 50's isn't the present, but we'll
have to differ on
that. -- RLan538885 in 20020617153210.12229.00001550@mb-fe.aol.com
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From: "Rabbi Jacklyn Hyde" <rabbs@subgenius.com>
My favorite part came two days later when I got to sign
the official
documents. It was such fun to officially FUCK THE CONSPIRACY
with Lilith's
unwanted dick!!! However, that wedding was definitely
the most fun of the
ones I've been in.
By the way, I know it was something borrowed, Lil, but
keep the hemetite
bracelet with my love.
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