Native Nookie
Already, it is November. The trees, they have changed their color and the leaves have fallen. The chill breeze bites at us, nipping our lusty bodies. The harvest has come in and the squirrels are growing fat and Passionate for the coming winter. Now, it is the time to begin to be gathering with the friends and the family indoors. In the United States particularly, very soon the holiday of Thanksgiving will be here. It will be a time to Feast upon the turkey, to eat the pumpkin pie, and to watch the American football. But there is another symbol of this great Loving celebration of which I wish to be speaking.
When the children in the school are taught of the Thanksgiving, they are taught of the Love and Affections shared between the European Pilgrims and the Native Americans. How this contrasts with the latter days, when the Native Americans were not Loved! People everywhere are people; they are sharing the same Lusts and the same Needs. Yet the overly dogmatic Pilgrims soon stopped their Intimate Relations with those who had fed them out of kindness.
All of us who Love, we know this perverse story. The Europeans began to conquer and to pillage and destroy. They swept westward, never truly Loving those whose lands they took, even when they were enjoying the beautiful native women. Thus were the nations of Canada and the United States conceived.
Now, these hundreds of years later, we may reverse this trend. I ask you, I implore you, to be Loving the Native American. Even though it is too late to reverse the past, we may still be showing today that we are Compassionate individuals with Depth of Heart and Length of Feeling. Our bodies Yearn for the day when all our people, no matter the color of their skin or the fluffiness of their tail, will be United in Spirit, One in Passion!
If there are no Native Americans around you, today you may still be driving to visit one of their great casinos. Here you may be finding many Games of Chance and perhaps some of Love. Be revealing yourself in all your Exposed Glory to the blackjack dealer or the cocktail waitress. They may not be Native Americans themselves, but they can certainly become Enflamed with Desire and help Sow the Seed of Love.
And so, this Thanksgiving, be remembering the Native American. As you are breaking the bread, meditate on the Engorged Love that you shall be Sharing. And when you are Making Love, perhaps you can be fantasizing about being with the tribes of yesterday. For in truth, perhaps we all have a little bit of Native American in us. This holiday, I certainly am planning on having a few inches. ♥
