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Silverfoxesclub-digest
Thursday, November 30 2000
Volume 01 : Number 061

In this issue:

-Before you leave
-seasonal humor
-age of consent
-Fw: a different type of xmas message
-Sir Elton opens charity sale
-Re: Delete key
-RE: Gentle Sex
-Today is Oscar Wilde Day

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Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 12:56:39 -0500
From: "luvhog"

Subject: Before you leave

A guy arrived home after a long shopping trip, and was horrified to find his boyfriend in bed with a young, lovely thing. Just as he was about to storm out of the house, his boyfriend stopped him with these words: "Before you leave, I want you to hear how this all came about. Driving home, I saw this guy, looking poor and tired. I offered him a ride. He was hungry, so I brought him home and fed him some of the roast you had forgotten about in the refrigerator. His shoes were worn out so I gave him a pair of shoes you didn't wear because they were out of style. He was cold so I gave him that new birthday sweater you never wore even once because the color didn't suit you. His slacks were worn out so I gave him a pair of yours that you don't fit into anymore. Then as he was about to leave the house, he paused and asked, 'Is there anything else that your partner doesn't use anymore?' And so, here we are!
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Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 15:22:14 -0500
From: "luvhog"

Subject: seasonal humor

Here's a little cynical Christmas humor for ya! HO, HO, HO!!!

WHEN SANTA RUNS OUT OF PROZAC - Postcards from the kids

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Dear Santa,
I wud like a kool toy space ranjur for Xmas. Iv ben a good boy all yeer.

YeR FReND,
BiLLy

Dear Billy,
Nice spelling. You're on your way to being a career lawncare specialist. How 'bout I send you a fucking book so you can learn to read and write? I'm giving your older brother the space ranger, at least HE can spell!

Santa
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Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I ask for is peace and joy in the world for everybody!

Love,
Sarah
Dear Sarah,
Your parents smoked pot when they had you, didn't they?

Santa
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Dear Santa,
I've written you for three years now asking for a fire truck. Please, I really really want a fire truck this year!

Love,
Joey

Dear Joey,
Let me make it up to you. While you sleep, I'm gonna torch your house. You'll have more fire trucks than you'll know what to do with.

Santa
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Dear Santa,
I don't know if you can do this, but for Christmas, I'd like for my mommy and daddy to get back together. Please see what you can do.

Love,
Teddy

Dear Teddy,
What, and ruin that hot affair your dad's still having with The babysitter? He's banging her like a screen door in a hurricane, son! Let me get you some nice Legos instead.

Santa
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Dear Santa,
I need more Pokemon cards please! All my friends have more Pokemon cards than me. Please see what you can do.

Love,
Michelle

Dear Michelle,
It blows my fucking mind. Kids are forcing their parents to buy hundreds of dollars worth of these stupid cards, and none of you snot-nosed brats are even learning to play the game. Let me get you something more your speed, like "Chutes and Ladders."

Santa
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Dear Santa,
I want a new bike, playstation, a train, some G.I. Joes, a dog, a drum kit, a pony and a tuba. Love,

Francis
Dear Francis,
Who names their kid "Francis" nowadays?

Santa
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Dear Santa,
I left milk and cookies for you under the tree, and I left carrots for your reindeer outside the backdoor. Love,
Susan

Dear Susan,
Milk gives me the shits and carrots make the deer fart in my face. You want to be a kiss-ass? Leave me a glass of Chivas Regal and some Toblerone.

Santa
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Dear Santa,
What do you do the other 364 days of the year? Are you making toys?

Your friend,
Thomas

Dear Thomas,
All toys get made in China. I have a condo in Vegas, where I spend most my time squeezing cocktail waitresses asses, and losing all my cash at the craps table. Hey, YOU wanted to know!

Santa
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Dear Santa,
Do you see us when we're sleeping, do you really know when we're awake, like in the song?

Love,
Jessica

Dear Jessica,
You are that gullible? Good luck in whatever you do, I'm skipping your house.

Santa
Dear Santa,
I really really want a puppy this year. Please please please PLEASE

Timmy

Timmy,
That whiney begging shit may work with your folks, but that crap don't work up here. You're getting a sweater again.

Santa
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Dearest Santa,

We don't have a chimney in our house, how do you get into our home?

Love,
Marky

Mark,
Firstly, stop calling yourself "Marky," that's why you're getting your ass whipped at school. Secondly, you don't live in a house, that's a low-rent apartment complex you're living in. Thirdly, I get inside your pad just like all the burglars do, through your bedroom window. Sweet Dreams!

Santa
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Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2000 06:50:02 -0800
From: "Tonka"

Subject: age of consent

Hiya there everyone. Just thought you all might like too know, i've just seen on the news that the age of consent is set to be made equal for gays in England as of today. Equal being 16. At last the government is showing some balls and standing up too the hypocrites in the house of lords. This will be cause for much drinking and partying this weekend for the people who tirelessly campaigned for equality. I thank them all.
All my love to everyone on the list.

Tonka
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Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2000 06:46:04 -0800 From: "Tonka"


Subject: Fw: a different type of xmas message

T'was the night before Christmas,
he lived all alone,
in a one-bedroom house made of
plaster and stone.

I had come down the chimney
with presents to give,
and to see just who
in this home did live.

I looked all about,
a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents,
not even a tree.

No stocking by mantle,
just boots filled with sand,
on the wall hung pictures
of far distant lands.

With medals and badges,
awards of all kinds,
a sober thought
came through my mind.

For this house was different,
it was dark and dreary,
I found the home of a soldier,
once I could see clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping,
silent, alone,
curled up on the floor
in this one bedroom home.

The face was so gentle,
his room in such disorder,
not how I pictured
a canadian soldier.

Was this the hero of whom I'd just read?
Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?

I realized the families
that I saw this night,
owed their lives to these soldiers
who were willing to fight.

Soon round the world,
the children would play,
and grownups would celebrate
a bright christmas day.

They all enjoyed freedom
each month of the year,
because of the soldiers,
like the one lying here.

I couldn't help wonder
how many lay alone,
on a cold christmas eve
in a land far from home.

The very thought
brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees
and started to cry.

The soldier awakened
and I heard a rough voice,
"Santa, don't cry,
this life is my choice;

I fight for freedom,
I don't ask for more,
my life is my God,
my country, my corps."

The soldier rolled over
and drifted to sleep,
I couldn't control it,
I continued to weep.

I kept watch for hours,
so silent and still
and we both shivered
from the cold night's chill.

I didn't want to leave
on that cold, dark, night,
this guardian of honor
so willing to fight.

Then the soldier rolled over,
with a voice soft and pure,
whispered, "carry on, Santa,
It's christmas day, all is secure."

One look at my watch, and I knew he was right.
"Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night."

This poem was written by a peace-keeping soldier stationed overseas.
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Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2000 00:01:21 -0800
From: "Ben Boxer"

Subject: Sir Elton opens charity sale

Ben Boxer comments: The ultimate consumer, outspending even the late Princess Diana and Jackie O, Sir Elton John is selling off his mink jock straps and lace condoms to benefit his favorite AIDS charity, which makes him an OK Lord in my book, certainly more amenable than the squabblers in the House of Lords who are still screaming (unsuccessfully) against the lowering of the age of sexual consent to 16 for gay males in the UK. In the article below, I have converted the figures in GBP (Great Britain or United Kingdom pounds) to USD (US dollars) to give you a better idea of the sums involved. Keep the change.

Headline:
Sir Elton opens charity sale

(BBC News, 11/18/00)

Text:
Sir Elton John has opened a charity sale of his garish cast-offs at a shop in central London.
Sir Elton snipped a pink ribbon to open the sale in New Bond Street, called Out Of The Closet III.
Among the 15,000 items up for sale are a black and luminous suit by Gianni Versace and a striped Jean-Paul Versace coat.
The 53-year-old singer hopes to beat the #330,000 ($469,898.90) he raised at his last sale in 1997.
He arrived before the start of the sale for a champagne breakfast with friends and his partner David Furnish.
Furnish told the BBC's Breakfast programme: "There's some wonderful cashmere sweaters in there - beautiful Versace pullovers in bright summer colours."
Other items include jackets in tartan, red gingham, and leopard print.
Earlier this month the 53-year-old admitted spending #30m ($42,723,211.10) in just under two years, under questioning in an ongoing multi-million pound contract battle at the High Court.
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Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2000 04:26:15 -0500
From: "Digital Artistry"

Subject: Re: Delete key

Get over it, or go bye-bye.

Regards from
Ben Boxer
P.S. Apologies to the adults on this list, who don't need such a lecture.

Yea Verily! Testify my brother! If we want to get to see the handsome older gents we have to give them a reason to hang around here. Why would anyone complain about that? tsk tsk! You go Ben!

Mike
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Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2000 10:06:22 -0500 (EST)
From: Edward

Subject: RE: Gentle Sex

OK Ben,
We need to test this theory out. I'll be more than happy to supervise, any volunteers? hehe

Edward
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Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2000 08:07:22 -0800
From: "Ben Boxer"

Subject: Today is Oscar Wilde Day

Ben Boxer comments:
Today, November 30, 2000, marks 100 years to the day when Oscar Wilde -- gay genius, playwright and poet -- died penniless in Paris. Feted by high society until his downfall after three trials revealed the intimate details of his "secret" life as a homosexual and earned him a prison sentence, he left as his legacy to the world a string of witticisms and plays which still entertain. His plays are made into popular films; his wit sparkles as brightly today as in his own time.

Dorothy Parker, American wit and writer who is remembered by the most common of men for her famous remark that "men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses," once wrote about Wilde's bon mots:

"If, with the literate, I am Impelled to make an epigram, I never seek to take the credit; We all assume that Oscar said it."

It strikes me as a fitting tribute to Oscar Wilde that tomorrow, Friday, December 1, 2000, the age of consent for consensual sex between gay males will be reduced to 16 in the United Kingdom.

What has that to do with Wilde?

Recently uncovered historical records indicate that Lord Alfred Douglas, a younger man for the love of whom Wilde would be pilloried years later, may have first met Wilde while both were on holiday at Rouen in France in August of 1887. "Bosie," as Lord Alfred was known from childhood, would not turn 17 until October 22; thus, he was 16 at the time.

Wilde may have been only 33, but considering that he was twice Bosie's age, the relationship should be counted as intergenerational. Had Bosie been 30 and Wilde 60, such a perception would clearly qualify them as foxhunter and silverfox.

Bosie was a classic twink. Wilde described him: "He is quite like a narcissus - so white and gold...he lies like a hyacinth on the sofa and I worship him." Of Wilde, Bosie would write: "I am passionately fond of him and he of me. There is nothing I would not do for him and if he dies before I do I shall not care to live any longer. Surely there is nothing but what is fine and beautiful in such a love as that of two people for one another, the love of the disciple and the philosopher."

Wilde referred to homosexuality as: "The love that dares not speak its name." That was true in his 19th century as it remains true for the majority of us in our 21st. I have attached a composite photograph of this famously infamous twosome as they really were, but including actor Stephen Frye in his convincing role as Wilde in the film of that name.

Headline:
Centenary of the death of Oscar Wilde

(BBC News, 11/30/00)

Text:
Actors and writers are gathering in London (today) to mark the centenary of the death of Oscar Wilde. Actor Simon Callow and author Sir John Mortimer will pay tribute to the Irish writer and wit, who died penniless in a hotel in Paris aged 46 on 30 November 1900.

Callow will read from De Profundis, the letter Wilde wrote from prison to his young lover Lord Alfred Douglas, better known as Bosie. Wilde's affair with him landed the writer a two-year hard labour sentence in 1895 after he was found guilty of seven counts of gross indecency. The sentence, handed down weeks after his most famous work, The Importance of Being Earnest, made its London stage debut, left Wilde a broken man. Upon his release he fled to France, where he lived until his death.

Singers from the Royal and Guildhall Schools of Music will perform music from the Gilbert and Sullivan opera Patience, which is closely associated with Wilde.

Sir John Mortimer, who created Rumpole of The Bailey, will talk about Wilde and socialism, and his grandson Merlin Holland will lay a wreath beneath a window dedicated to Wilde in the abbey's Poets Corner.

Other performers invited to the event include Dame Judi Dench, Jeremy Irons and Vanessa Redgrave, who played Wilde's mother in the 1997 film of his life. Guests will move on to a reception at the British Library to join Irish President Mary McAleese, where comedian Graham Norton will join Holland in toasting the writer.

The centenary of Wilde's death has sparked a revival of interest in the writer, whose works include An Ideal Husband and Lady Windermere's Fan. The British Library is staging an exhibition, while Merlin Holland recently published a collection of his letters.

It had been believed that Wilde died of syphillis, but recent research claimed his life had been ended by a rare ear infection.

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