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So...can traditional binary gender roles be considered creative order, or is their strict adherence destructive order? If the later, then it follows all non-binary gender expressions would be some form of creative chaos and blessed by Eris, right?

I just want to confirm that when I shave my legs and slip on some nylon stockings, it is as holy an act as it feels.

I mean....asking for a friend.

The Commander
DIA

It's been more than a few years since I have visited the forum and I notice all the folks I used to chat with are no longer active. Bella, EVT, The Good Reverend Roger, etc.

So...who are all you knew people and what did I miss while I was away?

The Commander
DIA

How do you like my 'stache?

All agents should pass me the ketchup as soon as possible.

Which comics do you think are truly Discordian in nature?

Has anyone read Sore Thumbs?

http://sorethumbs.keenspot.com/

I started watching a documentary about nerdcore hip hop the other day. 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nerdcore_hip_hop

Anyone else familiar or into it?  Suggestions on artists to listen to?

I.....HAVE.....TWO...HANDS!!!!!

BWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!

I started a thread about one piece of female anatomy...you know what I'm talkin about...now lets try another...eyes.

Find female eyes that you think look the most like you imagine Eris' eyes would look.



My first submission...

I've recently moved to the DC area.  Any of you freaks want to get together?

The Commander
DIA

I thought I would raise the level of discussion on this board and talk about how much I like boobs.  

Does my fondness for boobs, and my proud statement to such effect, make me anti-woman, or anti-feminist, just plain crude or does it just mean I'm not an ass man?

The Commander
DIA

Passing
By David Youtz
30 Sep 2003

It is a Passing
A movement from one side to another
It is walking through woods
    As the sun sinks
    And eventually you can¬•t see the path
You trust your feet
They always lead you back home
It is holding hands with a stranger
It is sitting in the dark
    Reminiscing
    Swinging your feet
    Because your bench is too high
It is parting
    And searching for more meaning
    Behind simple words
It is breathing
    You see it in cool Autumn air
    At night, while you gaze
    Between treetops, looking for the stars
It is no more, no less
Than placing one foot
    In front of the other
It is a Passing