pipercat2000 56M
225 posts
8/17/2006 9:12 am

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Walkabout is a term I first learned from my favorite writer. It comes from the Australian Aborigines rite of passage. In this context, it refers to finding oneself. Some time ago I became so distracted with everyday life that I lost a part of me. I didn’t’ know who I was, what I wanted and where I was going. Then one day without realizing it; I came to a fork in the road. Before I knew it one part of me went one way and the other part, the really important part, went another. So now I go Walkabout and I’ll keep walking until I meet the other part of me. Afterward, we will sit down have a long talk. Talk about what we’ve learned, what we’ve lost and what we’ve felt until there are no more words. Then with any luck, I will look up and see that there is just me.

My journey has led me here to this site.

POST SCRIPT: If anyone regcognizes the writer and the content in my posts... Please do not post any response in reference to that. It will explained at the end.

_RoSe_ 47F
994 posts
8/17/2006 5:30 pm

Well if your other part is as wonderful as this part, wow, how incredible will that be.

"A life without passion is not a life; it is merely an existence."

pipercat2000 56M

9/8/2006 11:55 am

This comes from Dr. Franklin’s walkabout story after he discovered he was addicted to drugs. That was not an issue with me. I have no chemical dependencies besides nicotine. ~blech!~ A post on that another time. But I liked the concept. I really was mixed up at that time and I needed to find myself again. Myself before 2001.

Alamira_TX 67F

11/5/2006 11:41 pm


As per our conversation, this evening, and the mask I wear, to hide my intelligence. I tried an experiment in the chatroom. It was quite amazing. First, I must set the scernario. There are two well-known regulars, showing private flesh part on the cam. Of course, the men, are in a frenzy. I, can turn on my cam, and do the same, at any point in time. I make reference to such. One gentlewoman requests that I refrain, and keep her company. She is such a dear.

Then, I see a new member name: "Gaugin". I have a strong appreciation of art history. I happen to have studied the Impressionists, and the NeoImpressionists. I also know that Gaugin was a fellow-Gemini, which my account for some of the awkward decisions he made, probably fueled by his syphillic brain. I ask "Gaugin" if the real Gaugin was a NeoImpressionist or an Impressionist. A true test of any art historian. Ah, the answer he gave me, was a NeoImpressionist. Which I begged to differ, due to the fact that Vangoh and Gaugin were friends. A tragic friendship, at that point for both. To me, if they were friends of the same era, then, Vangoh was definitely an Impressionist, not a neoimpressionist.

I also opined that, perhaps, Gaugin, was bi-polar? Which I admit, was the wrong hypothesis. It was his syphillis infected brain that caused his poor judgement. Yet, he still is considered one of the greatest Impressionists of his time.


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