#naked bicyclists

[remembertheplunge]

A day in the life

September 24, 2022 Saturday 9:40pm

Although I should have stayed home, cleaned and worked cases, the Ocean Goddess called and I had to answer.

I swam one half mile in Aquatic Park, at the behest of Ken, who rescued me the 2nd hypothermic shock incident that I had. For that, he said that I owe him a beer.

He said to eat oatmeal and to dink warm tea pre swim for fuel.

He also said to swim to the flag once, and then to get out of the water and see how you feel.

Hypothermia is insidious. Euphoria proceeds the crash.

Another man said to touch finger to thumb while swimming. If you can do that, you don’t have hypothermia. Hypothermia is called the claw.

Another Dolphin Club member said that my ‘Ken” episode (Second session of hypothermic shock) was posted on line as a warning on the Dolphin Club Website. My name was not mentioned.

Spent the day in part in 1988.  (Journal review)

I came out in the Modesto Gay Bars in June. A boyfriend from Mendecino was with me.

I had forgotten all that.

And, the circle Sparkler dance we did around John Hickman on his 31st and last birthday.

Naked bicyclists were just past Jefferson turnout near the Dolphine club as I returned to my car to get my swim suit today.

Aquatic Park. I Loved it!

Later, some of them were near the Twin Peaks Bar on the Castro with nothing on!

Four guys walking up Market Street to the Twin Peaks called it “the crystal coffin” which they said that the Peaks deserved.

End of entry

Note:

This entry is a “day in the life’ entry.

I’m a member of the Dolphin Club in San Fransisco. The Dolphin Club is located on Jefferson Street. It is an ocean swimming and rowing club.

Hypothermic shock occurs when , due to over exposure to cold water, your core body temperature drops below 95 degrees. Your hands can freeze in a claw position. Your heart slows and can stop. You can die. 

Aquatic Park is a small bay Across the street from Ghirardelli’s in San Francisco, Ca. There are a series of buoys across the bay. The last one has a flag. The Dolphin Club sits at the western end of the bay. A swim from the club beach to the flag and back is about one half mile.

John Hickman was a gay man that I met through Aids support Hand to Hand in Sacramento. John had Aids and eventually died of it. Most likely a group of we Hand to Hand volunteers did a circle dance around him with sparklers on his last birthday.

Before Aids, John had been an extremely good looking man. He was from Michigan.

The Twin Peaks is a bar at Market and Castro Streets in San Fransisco. It’s where I met my partner Jim in 1997. Older gay men tend to be the main clientele, thus the nick name “crystal coffin."

My Mendocino boyfriend was a little older than me and lived in Mendocino. I drove up there and stayed with him one time. He apparently came to see me in Modesto and we went out to the bars in 1988. I haven’t heard from him in decades.

#journaling #writing #gay relationship #open water swimming #Dolphin Club #Hypothermic shock #naked bicyclists #9/24/2022 #Aids #Aids support #Aquatic park

[torillatavataan]

Finnish police chasing a half naked drunk bicyclist (turn on captions)

#suomi #finland #finnish #oulu #funny videos #video #*

[yeshua-is-holy-lord]

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[bighermie]

[garythingsworld]

[zooterchet]

The Charlebois Family (Marriages)

Ernest Charlebois, clearing through for the Canadian Expeditionary Forces, wrote the Ancient Yorric for “fuck school”, (journal), on his book.  He was a psychopathic madman who betrayed everyone, especially the British and French, and married an Iroquois seer, a specialist in love, who taught fortune tellers how to determine gambling permutations, in the Canadian Logging Index.

Ray Charlebois, clearing through the United States Marine Manual, wrote the Military MI-6 Marine for “fuck school” (gay ray), in his book.  He was a vicious anti-Semite military authoritarian, who blew up a Marine general to nuke Nagasaki and cover up Mudkips, the Tengu in the oil wells of Iran, to complete his mission from a nine year old Queen Elizabeth II calling the “EV-L” mission in, Escho-Valiant Code Register Leviathan.  He married a drug dealer Mussolinist, who killed Lovecraft, with car varnish laced marijuana, and tricked him into seeking a comic strip lithium ablate, from a Jewish doctor, for his Jewish wife, while he was anti-war, a war between journalists, pro-war anti-Semitic Italian, Benito Mussolini, and anti-war pro-Jewish, Lovecraft, Georgette Charlebois.  The secrets to the show Colombo, were held within.

Mike Charlebois, clearing through law counseling, wrote in his industrial engineering outline for factory compensation for “fuck school” (autistic report) on the board of engineers to be sued by the police defense counsel for a dead cop.  He ran the entire War on the Canadians, since the 1960s, turning the entire weapons engineering Canadian Freemason French industry of British Social Democrat, the press, into the shoe industry for medicine, the British Conservatives, Payless Shoes, selling the management scholarships for the Masons and Skulls and Bones and Masonic Temples to employees, for their kids to become cartoonists, on New England and Midwestern and Southern cartoons, causing international terrorism in the name of the poor, smashing the forces of psychanalysis and the common good of control, in favor of men like Carlos the Jackal, Leonid Brezhnev, and women like Gulda Meir.  He inspired a generation, to military service, engaging his foe, Che Guevera, in a game of wits, he challenged by calling the Israeli corridor agent, a racist, for not doing cocaine, and being a friend to the rich, and then saying “just say niggers”, in a typed draft, to a Liberian rubber factory, causing the Butt Naked uprising a decade later.  He married Alice O’Neill, a Group Thirteen secretary who wrote her organization into James Bond and Mossad folklore, stealing the KGB name for the doctor’s organization to turn spies into transgenders if betraying, causing medical defects for castration and gender doctors and families, claiming that her knifework as a gun woman to frame a Mossad, Whitey Bulger, was its organization, after a controversy over being slammed over the back of the head by a “battlebat”, a Louisville Slugger as its slurred in Boston, by Whitey, meant he was a pedophile, the story that Whitey showed Alice the bicyclist 88 card, meaning he was a sex offender, his wife shot a pedophile porn, meaning she had his kid poisoned and murdered in a maladratic, actually caused by his hands being too strong at the child’s dinner table, due to her slapping another child with the bat, and being slapped in turn, in the child’s range.  She shot 5 people with a Desert Eagle, framing Whitey of fighting the Italian Mafia, priest’s agents drinking alcohol, and killed 37 Jewish cops, Whitey’s Mossad, framing the Jewish police barrister, Jimmy “Whitey” Bulger, of being IRA, a “nigger”, in his own words, sealing his own fate and killing Barry Goldwater’s election chances, a Jewish poltician from the South that Whitey supported; a Klansman.

David Charlebois, clearing through Star Wars MUSH, wrote his character name as “fuck school” (Qua’Lor), studying Star Wars theory, to be a college drug dealer, siding with Imperial COMPNOR instead of the Rebellion, pot dealers, or players posing military soldiers as little white action figures, campus undercovers with the Pinkertons.  He bankrupted the entire marijuana crop of Canada, shaking the Western Hemisphere, destroying contracts for the ICBM silo wiring (General Electric), the B-2 bomber (Bombardier Lockheed-Martin), the Aurora (MI-75, the ozone fryer), and the Thunderhawk (United Nations anti-Soviet, the orbital bomber), as well as revealing French External Security as an alien abduction hypnosis service, killing Jews (for Deuxieme Bureau, labor services, homosexual labor of talent agent).  The Nolan Series, the Gotham Series, the Assassin’s Creed series, the Prequels, and the Bond series, were printed under his watch, both based on online characters and the exploits of his recruits, plus his personal actions leading to Elon Musk insuring DC Comics Globe Theater, Marvel Comics Haganah, Ubisoft Self-Defense Forces Ryonkondon Yakuza, Likud Nightworks, and MoveOn Carnegie, to his defense, by the defeat of the Clinton Foundation, Andrew Lloyd Webber, and the Twitter NSA, under nationalization laws of the US, if Prince Edward crosses into Great White Shark, through the actions of his old rival, Dan Slott, Arkham Aslyum: Living Hell, Prince Edward having framed his brother Andrew for rape, for David’s crime, seeing prostitutes, however as a trumped charge; for designing Shadowrun, without raping children, every pen and paper system but Mutants and Masterminds, designed by a victim of break-in rape, “John”.

[dnewstrending]

Fully Nude Bicyclists Flash Children at Seattle Pride Parade

Fully Nude Bicyclists Flash Children at Seattle Pride Parade

Totally nude bicyclists flashed kids at a satisfaction parade in Seattle, Washington. Video (delicate content material warning): NAKED BICYCLISTS circling the route in entrance of a giant crowd of kids. #seattlepride pic.twitter.com/KAcNiNxE5n — Katie Daviscourt🇺🇸 (@KatieDaviscourt) June 26, 2022 TRENDING: Fuller House Actress Jodie Sweetin Joins Antifa Protesters Blocking Highway in LA, Gets…

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[dougplummer]

Painted bicyclists at the Fremont Solstice Parade

#Fremont Solstice Parade #naked bicyclists

[blithe--spirit]

Send me your pics!

#biking #bike #Bicyclist #bicycling #bicycle #biker #cyclist #cycle #cycling #world naked bike ride

[rokhal]

The Toxic Avenger (1984)

Some art is truly chicken soup for the soul: it comforts, educates, builds character, and prepares us to comfort and uplift those around us in real life. The Toxic Avenger (1984) is a crispy deep-fried bacon Chalupa for the soul. It is junk food cinema.

A daring fusion of the superhero and slasher genres, the Toxic Avenger is the story of Melvin, a puny, autistic young man with a stammer and an unfortunate underbite, who finds his destiny when he flees from a horde of cruel gym-rats after being seduced into wearing a pink leotard and tutu in public and falls head-first out a third-story window into an open barrel of bubbling green sludge resting on a flat-bed truck parked in the middle of town while its two drivers huff toluene in the cab. His flesh bubbles and blisters and swells as he writhes in agony in his mother’s bathtub, and he rises transformed into the Monster-Hero of Tromaville: hideously mutated, but with the body of Dwayne Johnson and the smooth deep voice of Rod Serling.

The entire movie is like this.

Some would call this a “bad movie.” Because the acting is “bad” and its script is absurdly over-the-top and it uses royalty-free music, and the characters are hackneyed stereotypes. These critics are pretentious fuckwads with no sense of style. This movie tells you exactly what you’re in for and delivers on its promises for its full 82 minutes of neck-snapping action. And “Night On Bald Mountain” makes a badass superhero theme.

The effects are peak 80′s rubber, corn-syrup, and stunt-work. The stereotypes are...hmm...well...It was the 80′s, so that means there are a lot of Black people and queer people, and even in charismatic roles...as heartless villains who die horribly. But they are there. And they chew the scenery. And this movie’s stereotype-vision equally skewers straight people for being straight, hot people for being hot, and white people for being white. Two straight white hot couples drive around town in a muscle car decorated with pictures of pedestrians, bicyclists, children, and wheelchair users, running people over and photographing their remains.

Did I mention that this is also a gore-filled slasher movie.

The Toxic Avenger may have relied on it’s R-rating to lure teenagers into faking their way into theaters, but it earns its R-rating. It includes graphic depictions of a child’s skull crushed by a car tire, a murdered (visibly breathing) seeing-eye-dog, the twitching jaw of a man whose head was just impaled on gym equipment by our hero, near-rape-scenes, sex scenes, frontal nudity, and a woman being murdered by our hero while forced to sit naked on the hot rocks in a club sauna. Our hero literally rips a man’s arm off and beats him with it. Nevertheless, he becomes beloved by the people of Tromaville, earning astonished newspaper headlines and a cadre of grateful townsfolk in T-shirts with his hideous face on them.

It is a movie that dares to answer the question, “Vigilante murder: is it wrong?” with a flippant, “Who cares.”

It is a deliberately offensive and visually-disturbing movie, but somehow it manages to accomplish this without seeming mean-spirited about it. Like how a deep-fried Chalupa wants to kill you, but also wants to give you joy.

It has a happy ending.

#the toxic avenger #toxic avenger #Movie Reviews #film #cinema #eighties movies

[absent-angel]

a minor fall (a major lift)

Fandom: Soul Eater

Summary: In the Black Room, the red ogre grins, serrated teeth gleaming in the dim light. It's a knowing—goading—look. "Don't you want to know?" he drawls. The record player skips, so erratic it's impossible to recognize the song beneath the needle. "Don't you want to ask?” [SoMa][Rated T][SoMa Week Day 1: Dare] @soulxmakaweek

Read it on ff.net

Word Count: 814

Warnings: Soul’s potty mouth.

It starts as a whisper.

A barely there feeling; a wish—a want—he can’t quite interpret. It tinkers on the keys of his soul, a disconnected melody he can’t (for the life of him) rearrange into something that makes sense.

It haunts him with a persistence that’s irritating as all hell, but it’s the vagueness that’s driving him crazy. It’s like walking into a room and forgetting what he went in there for, or recognizing a few notes but being unable to place the song. There’s something he wants, but he doesn’t know what.

In the Black Room, the red ogre grins, serrated teeth gleaming in the dim light. It’s a knowing—goading—look. “Don’t you want to know?” he drawls, eyes as sharp and maniacal as his laughter. The record player skips, so erratic it’s impossible to recognize the song beneath the needle. “Don’t you want to ask?”

Soul’s answer is yes and no, respectively. Of course he wants to know, but he’d rather walk through the desert ass naked than ask the ogre for anything, let alone help. The ogre laughs, a mad cackle that has the black blood stirring in response. Soul resigns himself to the fact that he’s going to be in a really pissy mood for the foreseeable future. At least until he figures it out.

Except, a week goes by—then two, then three—and he has to admit he hadn’t expected the ‘foreseeable future’ to be so damn long. His shitty mood earns him a handful of Maka Chops that may, or may not, have been deserved. Which, in retrospect, is a hell of a lot better than what he’s being forced into now.

Soul’s first mistake was being obvious enough for Black Star to pick up on his foul mood. His second was (grudgingly) agreeing to let the bastard help. His third—fuck, if only he could call it his final—mistake, was overlooking the fact that Black Star’s solution to everything is to throw a huge party and get blackout drunk.

Needless to say, Soul’s mood has not improved. At all.

“Asshole,” he grumbles, adjusting Maka’s weight against his back. She’s drunk—too much spiked punch and (clearly) not enough tolerance—and her response is a mumbled slur against his shoulder.

“S’not nice.” She tries to pinch him, but his leather jacket is too thick and her fingers are too clumsy. “Was trying to make you feel better.”

“I hate parties,” he reminds her, glaring at the back of a bicyclist as they speed passed just a little too close. He wonders why the hell someone would be riding their bike at one in the morning, but then he sees the guy nearly careen into a lamppost and he gets his answer. Right, just another one of Black Star’s victims. Soul scowls. “And I feel fine.”

“Liar.” The accusation is soft, teetering on the edges of sleep, but it’s firm enough to hold no room for arguments. Soul doesn’t want to test what an inebriated Maka Chop would feel like, so he (wisely) remains silent.

The night is pretty tolerable for Death City standards. Which is good, because there’s no way in hell he’s trusting his meister to stay on the back of his motorcycle right now, so it looks like he’s stuck walking the mile back to their apartment. It doesn’t take long before she’s nodding off, her cheek pressed fully against his shoulder. “Don’t drool on the leather,” he gripes, knowing she’s too far gone to listen. The only response he gets is a little snore, so tiny he probably wouldn’t have caught it if she wasn’t right next to his ear. Soul knows by the time they’re home it’ll be like a foghorn, but somehow it doesn’t stop a smile from teasing his lips. At least she had fun.

Her lips graze his neck as she mumbles in her sleep, a could-be kiss, and his whole body freezes.

It’s the sharp shattering of glass on the floor; the crashing of symbols against his ears. The missing notes that drove him crazy fill with the subtlety of a train wreck, and inside the black room a crescendo is building to deafening levels.

This. This is what he wants.

The press of her body against him, her breath burning against his pulse and her sighs echoing in his ears. Soul wants more than platonic hand holding and friendly hugs—he wants to know the feel of her lips, craves the taste of her skin. He wants her in ways beyond meister and weapon.

Soul is in love with Maka Albarn.

“Oh,” he breathes, pulse drumming in his ears. “Oh, shit.”

In the Black Room, the record stops skipping—the song sweet and soft and whole. When it reaches the end, a daring, solitary note rings out in invitation.

Waiting for him to answer.

#somaweek #somaweek2020 #soma fanfiction #soul eater fanfiction #my fanfiction

[john-deacon-fucks]

If Veronica didn't approve of condoms how could she approve of her husband being in Queen? (Strippers, naked bicyclists, cocaine, after show parties in brothels, Roger, Freddie etc)

I don't think she approved any of that, she just had no control over John in those situations that happened while he was away touring and she stayed home with the children.

[electricalsheep]

Nothing like bearing witness to a naked bicycle race involving approximately 1000 people to spice up the end of my work night

#hi i'm alive #jac overshares on the internet #No I'm not joking there were naked bicyclists passing by for like an entire five minutes

[newstfionline]

Headlines

So much for the illusion of privacy (LI) The New York Times set out to show just how much our digital lives are tracked, using columnist Farhad Manjoo as a guinea pig. Their conclusion? There is no such thing as privacy on the internet. From the moment you log on, you’re assigned several long-numbered IDs that help companies follow you around the web. Your approximate latitude and longitude are shared across networks, as well as details like your screen resolution, operating system and more.

Officials: Global Approach to Digital Tax Is Still on Track (AP) A global attempt by more than 120 countries to find a way to more fairly tax global internet giants is moving ahead despite individual countries’ deciding to impose their own tax, says the head of the international organization leading the project.

Naked bikers hit Philadelphia streets (AP) Hundreds of bicyclists have been caught with their pants down--and their shirts and underwear off, too. The cyclists gathered in a Philadelphia park on Saturday to disrobe before saddling up and setting off on the annual Philly Naked Bike Ride. About 3,000 riders pedal a 10-mile (16-kilometer) course around the City of Brotherly Love while taking in sights including Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell, organizers say. Some riders wear their birthday suits while others flaunt their underwear or sport just a splash of body paint and glitter.

Storm Dorian Forecast to Be Near Hurricane Strength by Tuesday: NHC (Reuters) Tropical Storm Dorian is expected to strengthen and could be near hurricane strength by Tuesday over the eastern Caribbean Sea, the U.S. National Hurricane Center (NHC) said on Monday.

Violent deaths of Venezuelans in Colombia on the rise: report (Reuters) An average of one Venezuelan died violently in Colombia each day in the first seven months of 2019, Colombia’s forensic science institute said in a report, a trend that may worsen as immigration increases.

Brazilian troops begin deploying to fight Amazon fires (AP) Backed by military aircraft, Brazilian troops on Saturday were deploying in the Amazon to fight fires that have swept the region and prompted anti-government protests as well as an international outcry. Some 44,000 troops will be available for “unprecedented” operations to put out the fires, and forces are heading to six Brazilian states that asked for federal help, Defense Minister Fernando Azevedo said.

U.S., Taliban Deal Will Not Stop Attacks on Afghan Forces, Taliban Say (Reuters) As U.S. and Taliban negotiators push to wrap up talks aimed at securing the withdrawal of foreign forces from Afghanistan, Taliban sources say a pact will not mean an end to fighting with the U.S.-backed Afghan government.

China Lets Currency Sink (AP) China allowed its yuan to sink Monday and U.S. President Donald Trump said the two sides will talk “very seriously” about a war over trade and technology following tit-for-tat tariff hikes and Trump’s threat to order American companies to stop doing business with China.

Protest chaos grips Hong Kong with tear gas, water cannon and pouring rain (Reuters) Police fired water cannon and tear gas in running battles with brick-throwing anti-government protesters in Hong Kong on Sunday, the second day of violent clashes in the Chinese-ruled city.

Indonesia to Move Capital From Jakarta to East Kalimantan (AP) Indonesia’s president has announced that the country’s capital will be moved from overcrowded, sinking and polluted Jakarta to East Kalimantan province.

Iran Deploys Naval Destroyer to Secure Iranian Ships in Gulf of Aden: Press TV (Reuters) Iran has deployed a naval destroyer with long-range cruise missile systems to the Gulf of Aden to provide security for Iranian ships traveling through the region, state-run Press TV reported on Monday.

Israel Cuts Gaza Fuel Transfers in Half After Rocket Attack (AP) The Israeli military on Monday cut fuel transfers to Gaza in half in response to rocket attacks against Israel, raising tensions along its southern border in addition to a renewed threat from the north amid its reported strikes against Iranian targets in Syria, Iraq and Lebanon.

Saudi-Led Coalition Downs Two Houthi Drones: Statement (Reuters) Saudi-led coalition forces intercepted and downed two Houthi drones launched toward the kingdom from Yemen, state TV and state news agency quoted coalition spokesman Turki al-Maliki as saying early on Monday.

Sudan’s Sovereign Council Declares State of Emergency in Port Sudan (Reuters) Sudan’s newly-created sovereign council formally declared a state of emergency in the city of Port Sudan on Sunday, following tribal clashes that police say have killed at least 16 people.

Congo Government Announced Eight Months After Tshisekedi Won December Vote (Reuters) Congo’s prime minister announced a new government on Monday, eight months after President Felix Tshisekedi won an election, with around two thirds of posts going to allies of former president Joseph Kabila.

#headlines

[yeahcoolduck]

FWEW i thought I imagined that naked bicyclist tournament in Brussels but luckily it turns out it was real.  thought i was crazy for a minute

[tattooed-alchemist]

Having FINALLY figured out the majority of observers and tourists just want to see nude-body-painted cyclists and then go drinking, the Solstice Parade has now moved the cycle contingent from being the parade lead to happening at the end of the main parade.

I repeat, the naked-body-painted bicyclists are now the Solstice Parade closer instead of the opener.

The entire Solstice parade was shifted from a starting time of 10am to 2:30pm just a few years ago and that did a LOT to reduce the number of drunk people wandering the Fremont streets at 11am.

#solstice parade #nude cyclists #fremont seattle #cycle contingent #really it's all about people drinking their asses off in fremont for the day