Notes From A Secret Admirer
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“History is more or less bunk.” Henry Ford
“Well this history isn’t.” Holly Rennick
“Those who don’t remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” George Santayana
“Might we give this one another try?” Cindi Barton
HOLLY’S COMMENTS:
The upcoming NEA Iowa Conference for Teachers of Language Arts is soliciting papers dealing with “Language for Leadership.” If I get something accepted, District will foot the bill and it will count as a professional activity in my annual review. Otherwise, I have to go to PTA meetings. What I’m going to write, “Cohabitive Control by Misogynist Dominance, the Oneida Story,” might be more interesting than the “FDR’s Fireside Chats” that Doris Mullins presented last year.
The Oneida community, New York, was one of the more successful utopian communes in history, “Christian Perfectionism” shielding themselves from sin in the 1800s.
Because Adam and Eve were created innocent, and we, as their children, have no shame, we’re innately sinless. “The church on earth is now rising to meet the approaching kingdom in the heavens, and to become its duplicate and representative on earth.” Man might thus live his life purely. (Sorry for the sexism, but that’s how they put it.)
The Oneida community was of interest to HG Wells, Aldous Huxley, Julian Huxley, and George Bernard Shaw, the latter appending “Experiment at Oneida Creek” in his “The Revolutionist’s Handbook” to his “Man and Superman.” Thus my topic has literary merit.
Today, Oneida is a silver company, but the original community was good in both business and what they called “complex marriage.” It’s such a shame that the art is lost. Not the silversmithing art, I mean to say, the other one.
My paper will analyze the use of language by Oneida’s father figure, John Humphrey Noyes, 1811-1886. First, though, I want to get the chronology in order. I’ll do the deconstruction later. I took “Deconstructionism and Postmodernism” as an English major.
There are books on the subject and an archive of original documents at Syracuse University. For those wanting a more scholarly study, there’s Martin Richards (2004) “Perfecting People: Selective Breeding at the Oneida Community (1869–1879) and the Eugenics Movement,” New Genetics and Society, 23:1, 47-71. It’s on the web. Check out the illustrations.
I won’t load my paper up with references, though, since who cares?
I’ve asked my colleague Cindi Barton to check me out. She teaches science.
CINDI’S COMMENTS
For heaven’s sake! Why did I agree to do this? English majors like Holly should stick to how to use the semicolon, or whatever. As a scientist, let’s say I discover a new element doing the strong-acid-plus-sugar demo — “Safety glasses, everyone.” — maybe I’ll write a paper. I could call it “Cindium.” Maybe “Bartonium” if it’s radioactive. “Br” is taken, though, but I think “Ci” is still available. I have this chart.
Anyway, my comments are inserted between the
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. Holly’s just insecure about sex. That’s why we’re buddies; we balance each other. For reading over her notes, she’s promised to take me to the Sizzler.
Holly, back over to you.
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LET HISTORY SPEAK
John Humphrey Noyes was born in Brattleboro, Vermont in 1811. His forebears arrived from England just 14 years after the Pilgrims. Noyes’ father, a successful businessman and Congressman, had become an agnostic while studying theology at Dartmouth. Noyes’ mother was an aunt of Rutherford Hayes. Sixteen years younger than her husband, she was strong-willed and deeply religious. She taught her children to fear the Lord, praying before John’s birth that someday he might someday become a minister of the Gospel.
In 1826 New England religious revival hit its peak, but young Noyes was cynical. He entered Dartmouth, graduated with honors in 1830, and spent a year studying law.
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This guy pronounces his name like “noise,” but it’s spelled “No” plus “yes.” He’s out to pull the old switcheroo.
I’ll refrain comment about an older father, a younger mother and a growing boy. I can hear Mrs. Noyes when Mr. Noyes was at his office. “John Humphrey, dear. Come upstairs and work this whalebone under my bosom so it fits me better.”
So we’ve got his number. Things look grim for Holly’s deconstruction, or whatever she plans to do with this. When I go to NEA, I run into my principal on the elevator and we skip the papers.
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THAT OLD-TIME RELIGION
The Second Great Awakening swept northern states in 1831. All could enter heaven by repenting of sin. At the request of his mother, John Humphrey attended an event, but shrill he was at unmoved, but then suffered a feverish cold that led him to think of death, humble himself, expect the Millennial Kingdom, end his study of law and enroll at Andover Seminary.
But he found the Andover students too worldly and transferred to Yale, a hotbed of anti-Calvinistic Perfectionism, an offshoot of Wesleyanism offering a path to holiness by inner salvation. He was ordained as a Congregational minister.
In 1834 Noyes spent three weeks in New York City during which he fluctuated from manic euphoria to depression, and just days after that, announced that he’d reached a state of sinlessness. Perhaps because a sinless world might be difficult for organized religion, his license to preach was annulled.
Noyes found the succeeding three years difficult as he wandered around New York and New England, expounding with little success his unorthodox beliefs.
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This is why I’m a Catholic. We’re not perfect. Maybe I let a guy undo a few buttons because we’re just fooling around on the Hudson’s Bay blanket and then he slips down my jeans and, well, you know. Confess it.
If it was your brother, maybe you don’t give that detail to the Father, is all. Some Fathers mess up with the celibacy thing. They’re not perfect either, but they should definitely not have sex with the Sisters.
Myself, I never ask about a guy’s religion, but I can tell. Another Catholic will never look at Mary above my bed. I got that picture when I was little. A good Catholic will cross himself afterward.
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COMPLEX MARRIAGE
By 1836, Noyes’ thoughts had coalesced. By his calculation, the Second Coming had already occurred in 70 AD, so it was high time for him to implement the benefits, a Biblical Communism in which property was owned jointly. More revolutionary than Marxian economics, however, would be the end of exclusive marriage. As there’s no marriage in Heaven, the faithful may love each other fully, and those who love each other in communal association must be allowed to love each other physically, “not by pairs, as in the world, but en masse.”
Perfected unity results where each is married to all in all manners. “Free love” was a term Noyes believed himself to have coined, but as the label was soon purloined to represent licentiousness, with which Noyes had no affinity, he entitled it “complex marriage.”
“In the holy community, there is no more reason why sexual intercourse should be restricted by law than why eating and drinking should be ... Experience testifies that the human heart is capable of loving more than one at the same time.”
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I agree it’s not about shame, but to make it like snarfing down a Big Mac?
Sex is fun when it’s a little bit possible and a little bit risky. Take Aaron in my Life Sciences, for example. He’s not confident with girls. My bending over turns him beet red. My risk wasn’t much, just allowing him a peek. His risk was brushing me when hanging up the wall chart of the nitrogen cycle. Three or four times, as nobody was watching. He’s an opportunity that awaits. I’ll do the No-Yes to steer him along, but let’s be honest; it isn’t as we’ll be going to McDonald’s.
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BEGINNINGS
Noyes’ 1837 denunciation of marriage in his radical The Battle-Axe and Weapons of War newspaper temporarily cost him most of his followers, but his effort snared Harriet Holton, granddaughter of the Lieutenant Governor. After she started to financially support him, Noyes proposed marriage in which they’d selfishly possess one another just for a time and then grow to higher dimensions.
“By this marriage, besides herself, and a good social position, which she held as belonging to the first families of Vermont, I obtained money enough to buy a house and printing-office, and to buy a press and type.”
During the decade following, Noyes published a series of newspapers promoting his views and helped arrange the marriages of his sisters to two of his adherents, Harriet to John Skinner and Charlotte to John Miller. He gained the loyalty of his younger brother George and later, his own mother.
The Putney, Vermont community came to be. John Humphrey was the boss. “I would never connect myself with any individual or association in religion unless I were acknowledged leader.”
Putney communism “included all property of family living and associations” Some 37 members lived in three houses, maintained a store and worshiped in a chapel. They ran two farms and supported themselves.
In 1841, Noyes and Harriet initiated the complex marriage aspect by enlarging their marital relations to include George and Mary Cragin.
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I knew it! Who comes back into the picture? Mr. No-Yes. We don’t need to be rocket scientists to see his design. Sex, a community activity; he’s said so. So whom does he recruit? His mom and his sisters.
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MALE CONTINENCE
“Male continence” meant the man inside the woman for periods of over an hour and withdrawing without ejaculation after the woman experienced multiple orgasms.
“I conceived the idea that the sexual organs have a social function which is distinct from the propagative; and that these functions may be separated practically. I experimented on this idea, and found that the self-control which it required was not difficult; also that my enjoyment was increased; also that my wife’s experience was very satisfactory, as it had never been before.
“We begin by analyzing the act of sexual intercourse. It has a beginning, middle, and an end. Its beginning and most elementary form is the simple presence of the male organ in the female. Then usually follows a series of reciprocal motions. Finally this exercise brings a nervous action or ejaculatory crisis which expels the semen ... Suppose the man chooses ... to enjoy ... the reciprocal motion, and yet to stop short of the final crisis ... If you say that this is impossible, I answer that I know it is possible, nay, that it is easy.
“I appeal to the memory of every man who has had good sexual experience to say whether, on the whole, the sweetest and noblest period of intercourse with woman is not that first of simple presence and spiritual effusion, before the muscular exercise begins.
“As propagation will become a science, so amative intercourse will have place among the fine arts. Indeed it will take rank above music, painting, sculpture &c; for it combines the charms and benefits of them all.”
Noyes, the rationalist, was troubled by any waste of semen. In sex not intended for procreation, the expulsion of semen was illogical. Celibacy didn’t solve the God-given need. Nor was a women’s safe period method a good solution, as she’d be unavailable too frequently.
With Noyes’ technique there was minimal risk of pregnancy. At most, 31 accidental births took place in a community of approximately 200 adults exchanging partners as often as twice a week over 20 years.
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Is this for real? Everybody with everybody might make some sort of sense, but the guy not coming? “Reciprocal motion” is what it’s all about.
Holly thinks I’m too much into sex, but it’s not all the time. Guys are two types: those who shoot before you’re ready; and those who’ll wait. That’s it. We’re talking minutes, though. An hour? No way, Jose.
Some say Tibetan Buddhism aids male control because the point of sacred sex is to raise men’s kundalini energy by metaphysically re-absorbing their sperm and sending it shooting up their spinal cords into their brains and thus achieving blissful union with the Goddess.
What? Maybe some Yogi can pull this off, but not a red-blooded American.
Women are thought to be “shaktis,” empowering incarnations of goddesshood that validates the male spiritual experience.
What?
This new-age “karezza” thing says that there should be long, tender, restful pauses, alternations of “storm and peace.”
Well, whoop-ti-do!
Perhaps Noyes applied some sort of numbing potion. Maybe he recited the books of the Bible backwards to keep from inseminating. However he did it, it seems to be an art as lost as that of scrimshaw.
But maybe Noyes was half right is that sex ranks “above music, painting, sculpture, &c.” I can’t sing, can’t paint, can’t sculpt one bit, and still do just fine.
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MUTUAL CRITICISM
All members were subject to criticisms of the whole, usually directed toward traits, thoughts or acts detracting from family unity. Women were afforded opportunity to discuss sexual expectations and to criticize the physical performance of a partner. An individual repeatedly criticized could be denied desirable partners.
Mutual criticism represented the centerpiece of community life. Noyes, himself, was exempt.
Harriet Noyes wasn’t exempt, though “Mrs. Harriet A. Noyes was criticized. It was thought she was deficient in severity; it would do her good to scold sometimes. She should improve in sitting up straight.”
The youth needed guidance. “A spirit has prevailed among them of running together in cliques, leading to anti-improvement and superficiality. Last evening a note from Sarah Burt was read confessing a spirit of false love and insincerity and a desire to separate herself from it. This led to a general criticism of that class of girls. Their condition was attributed in some degree to novel reading.”
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Where Noyes got mean was allowing complaints about a guy’s performance. The best of guys can just foul up. Tell them that it’s OK. My brother and I were terrible at first, but we just laughed because we loved each other.
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THE END OF PUTNEY
In 1847, the Putney group agreed that the Kingdom of God had arrived.
Noyes had treated a Harriet Hall for tuberculosis and dropsy by holding a séance and sexually sealing the spiritual cure. After her husband’s complaint, a civil grand jury indicted Noyes for adultery, and investigation led to a second count based on conversations with both supporters and those who’d defected.
Emma and Helen Campbell, 24 and 21, could legally surrender their virtue to John Miller and Noyes. Miller writes, “I was quite pleased to find Emma at our house. The only thing that displeases me is that she is too much afraid to stay and will not make herself at home.”
Fifteen-year-old Lucinda Lamb was one of three “flowers of the village” plucked by Miller, and Lucinda, more enthusiastic for full participation, went to Miller’s brother-in-law George Noyes.
Things were getting too complex, as even complex marriage wasn’t didn’t allow a girl that young to fellowship with not her father or brothers. As Noyes thought it should, he left.
In later years, Lucinda’s picture, black hair pulled above her head, appears in the archives of the faithful. Her remaining in the community suggests that George did a good job.
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Many 15-year-olds take charge of their own sexuality, though not always responsibility, why some may need some help.
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THE BEGINNING OF ONEIDA
Forty-five believers followed Noyes to Oneida Creek between Utica and Syracuse, New York where they purchased 23 acres. This promised land was nearer the Canadian border, just in case.
What was practiced at Putney occurred in greater scale and less restrictively at Oneida. By 1849, there were 87 members on approximately 40 acres of partially cleared land with an Indian sawmill. The community purchased additional real estate, established a variety of craft industries, built a communal dwelling and appointed administrative committees.
By February 1850, membership was 172 and not recruiting new members. Nonetheless, by a year later, there were 205.
It seemed to be working, as John Miller reflected to George Cragin, “I think I can say with Mr. Noyes, that exclusive love with me is a thing gone by. Two years ago we ... had to have our watch constantly on duty to prevent our social building from being burned up by the fires of jealousy ... It never enters our heads that we can offend anyone by the expression of love.”
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So they all lived happily ever after. But you know it’s not going to work out because here we are 150 years later, working our butts off.
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ASCENDING FELLOWSHIP
As the community explained, “It is regarded as better for the young of both sexes to associate in love with persons older than themselves, and, if possible, with those who are spiritual and have been some time in the school of self-control, and who are thus able to make love safe and edifying ... It is not desirable for two inexperienced and unspiritual persons to rush into fellowship with each other; that it is far better for both to associate with persons of mature character and sound sense.”
Tasks to instruct the virgins, the “Central Members” considered closer to God. A male Central Member would pick a virgin of about 14, but some as young as 10. Noyes often insisted on being the first.
Female Central Members past menopause initiated the boys until mastering continence.
As Noyes reflected, “The plan proposed last fall of introducing the young men to the freedom of the Association through the more spiritual women has been attended with difficulties. Mrs. Cragin lost her equilibrium in the attempt to carry it out, and there appears to have been an unhealthy excitement in Perkins and perhaps others, which has ended in grudging discontent.”
“The transition of the young men from the hot blood of virginity to the quiet freedom which is the essential element of our Society is emphatically the difficult pass in our social experience. The spiritual collapse of Julia Hyde and Sarah Dunn, perhaps also of Sarah Campbell, Mrs. Worden and Louisa Waters may be mentioned ... The weaker party needs protection from the untamed lion.”
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So how does this work?
Hiram: “Gosh, Aunt Carrie, I’m not sure what I’m to do.”
Aunt Carrie: “Don’t you worry. That’s why the Central Members chose me.”
Hiram: “Aren’t you a Central Member?”
Aunt Carrie: “Certainly, young man! Now my garters.”
Hiram: “Like this?”
Aunt Carrie: “Yes, but try not to tremble. God wants you to be perfect.”
Hiram: Sorry. “It’s just, you know, I’ve never actually seen...”
Aunt Carrie: “God made me perfect.”
Hiram: “My heavens, Aunt Carrie!”
Aunt Carrie: “Just checking. About like your father. We talked to him in Mutual Criticism”
Hiram: “So I get on top, like we practice in the Children’s Wing?”
Aunt Carrie: “You do?”
Hiram: “The girls don’t let us push in, though. They want it to be Mr. Noyes.”
Aunt Carrie: “You just lie flat and I’ll do the work.”
Hiram: “What if I spill my seed?”
Aunt Carrie: “It’s not a problem, due to my seniority qualification. Ready?”
Hiram: “Mom says she’s next.”
Aunt Carrie: “You can’t sleep with my sister until you have your continence perfected. Don’t be like your father.”
Sounds pretty good for our Aunt Carrie, don’t you think?
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MR. NO-YES
Noyes allowed greater freedom to followers he thought ready. An 1849 letter from Mary Cragin to her husband reports Noyes’s suggestion that, “if Mr. Bradley is in a good state ... he has liberty with Ellen and Philena if he wishes. Sarah [Bradley] will no doubt be pleased to help her husband fellowship with others ... Also hint to those girls that they exercise some conservatism, and not allow themselves to be made too free with by all sorts.”
Noyes likewise withheld authorization for sexual relations, as Mary notes, “With regard to the state of things between you and me ... he thinks best he will give me that attraction which you desire; and until he does think best, as there is some excellent reason for withholding it, let us say, ‘Thy will be done.’”
A letter from Noyes’ son Theodore to medical student Anita McGee. The power to regulate or withdraw sexual privileges, “by common consent delegated to father and his subordinates, constituted by far the most effectual means of government. Father possessed in a remarkable degree the faculty of convincing people that the use of this arbitrary power was exercised for their own good.”
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Mr. No-Yes: “No, Mary, you can’t with your husband. Yes. Mr. Bradley, you may with Ellen and Philena. Have Mrs. Bradley make the arrangements.”
Mary: “Thy will be done.”
Having shown how to remember the spelling of John Humphry’s surname, here’s a trick for the community: “Fellows, join up and you can marry more than one Ida.” (And I’m not even a Language Arts teacher.)
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ARE YOU TAKEN TONIGHT?
The men had their problems. William Perry was accused of “sensual self-seeking and concealment,” including hiding evidence of venereal disease in his overly-free relations. Those suffering from what Noyes called “the rooster spirit” and unwilling to conform were expelled.
As women who were younger and more attractive might be overwhelmed with demands, a more-Victorian recruitment evolved.
“Persons shall not be obliged to receive under any circumstances the attentions of those whom they do not like. They abhor rapes, whether committed under the cover of marriage or elsewhere ... Every woman is free to refuse every man’s attentions.
“It is best for men in their approaches to women, to invite personal interviews through the intervention of a third party, for two important reasons: viz., first, that the matter may be brought in some measure under the inspection of the community; and, secondly, that the women may decline proposals, if they choose, without embarrassment or restraint.”
Details were worked out amongst the ladies. “If there is any doubt in the minds of those who are asked to give invitations as to the propriety of the visit they are to consult any one of the following persons: Mrs. Dunn, Mrs. Leonard, Mrs. Thayer, Jane Kinsley and Harriet Allen. All women carrying invitations shall report to these women, who will keep a record.”
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I try to be a matchmaker for Holly. I’ll drop a few hints: not “Mick likes your eyes,” but maybe something about Mick liking a certain author. Maybe set up a double date. My brother and I used to double at the drive-in. My date and I got the front and I’d straddle, facing the rear, and my brother’s date, the same way on his. He could read me even if I was only silhouetted. Holly’s too inhibited, though. Plus they hardly have drive-ins any more.
What relates to Oneida is that somebody else trying to schedule you can get complicated. Probably Aaron could write a computer program where you’d say how often you wanted to and your first choices and it would email everyone the schedule. To test the program, we’d start with two names, Aaron and Cindi. When it said we should sleep together, I’d say, just pretend. I’d say that he had to take off my blouse, though, us not computers ourselves.
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MARY CRAGIN
Mary Cragin’s untimely death in a boating accident in 1851 brought Noyes personal crisis, as she was indeed his favorite woman. Excerpting from a letter to his own wife, Harriet.
“Do you not think, as I do, that my falling in love with Mrs. Cragin was what drew me out of commencing bondage to you and gave us all a send-off into Communism? ... What if I was in danger of being surrounded and taken possession of by Mrs. Cragin, so that I could not be a free medium of the community spirit or do my duty to the young in behalf of the ascending fellowship? It seems now clear to me that this was the meaning of Mrs. Cragin’s withdrawal.”
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Mr. No-Yes’s first extra-marital conquest. Can’t you hear his authority? “Fear not, my dear Mrs. Cragin. My seed is secured within my loins, promising you ecstasy upon ecstasy. Love me only as you would love Christ Jesus.”
After Noyes “married” Mary, so to speak, he ruled that she needed to knock it off with her husband. “Thy will be done,” she conceded.
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EXPEDIENT PROPRIETY
In 1850 and 1851, grand juries heard complaints about the Perfectionists. Ten indictments loomed, one precipitated by the severe whipping by member Henry Seymour of his mentally disturbed wife Tryphena. She had been “crying nights, wandering about, frightening the children, and talking incoherently.” Tryphena had one of the first locals to join the group, accepting with difficulty the sexual obligation.
In January 1852 The Observer launched a crusade against Noyes, the Tryphena publicity fostering comparison to the polygamous Mormons, Noyes feared, proposing a temporary concession: discontinue complex marriage until public feeling moderated. “To be able to conform to any circumstances, and any institutions, and still preserve spiritual freedom” was the goal. New effort would be devoted to the “abolition of death.”
As part of their reimaging, the Oneidans invited 80 surrounding families to a strawberries-and-cream party. More was involved than strawberries, however. As Noyes observed, “It seems to me that the likeliest way to quash those indictments is to set the [plaintiffs] to work as our attorneys, and pay them well for it.”
Tryphena’s case was settled out of court, Oneida paying asylum expenses and $125 per year if she were well and $200 if she remained “unsound in body or mind” after discharge.
Oneida announced resumption of complex marriage and Tryphena eventually overcame her disorder and returned to the community and her husband, by whom she had a child. Henry was noted for his horticulture.
In another of Oneida’s court cases, a young member found the atmosphere uncongenial and demanded $9,150 for $150 of property put in and $1,500 per year for six years of wages. A month after his succession, his father wrote to the community, “I did not for a moment suppose that he had any idea of attempting the absurd project of extorting money from the community ... I did however discover, before I parted with him at the depot, that he had what appeared to me a fearfully wicked spirit, and thought that I should not be surprised to hear that he had committed a fearful crime.”
The would-be extortionist denounced Oneida as a “spiritual and social despotism ... constantly violating the most sacred laws of God and Man,” and calling upon “Merchants, the Press, Bench and Pulpit” to unite in “wiping it out.” The call failed. The young man was Charles Guiteau, afterwards the assassin of President Garfield.
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Tryphena gets institutionalized and her Henry gets to garden.
Perfectionism makes more sense, though than Mormon men who wear special underwear and get to populate their own universes. Plus they all get to be Elders. A Mormon wife is like living in a time-share. A Perfectionist wife would have been more like a whole hotel. My church is just as bad about females, but we aren’t excommunicated for pointing it out.
Putting complex marriage on hold? Either it’s OK with God or it isn’t. You don’t let The Observer set your Commandments. It would be like this: The Pope says that God says no abortions, but Pro-Choice is whining so the Pope allows that God’s looking the other way.
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A POEM
Work that strengthens heart and brain:
Work that makes earth bloom again.
Music, bursting, joyous, free,
Charm of order’s melody.
Love, sweet mystic fount within.
That gushes heaven, and keeps from sin.
Thanks for thy gifts, O God, above:
The sacred three, Work, Music, Love.
John Humphrey Noyes, September 11, 1856
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His ideas about sex were at least interesting, His poetry’s awful.
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THE MANSION
The three-story red brick Mansion House was begun in 1861, its towers and decoration, the style of the day. Its eventual-200 rooms spoke of a big family. At the Mansion’s center was a hall with a stage for evening meetings, plays and concerts. Around a central core were sitting rooms and individual or double sleeping quarters.
In 1867 Oneida boasted, “Beside the central mansion are five large buildings, one for a general dining hall, one for baking, one for washing by machinery and canning fruits, and others for various industries ... Whatever is required by comfortable livers, to meet present and future wants, is in abundance ... Their barns are as extensive and complete as any in the land. There is stabling for over one hundred horses and cattle.”
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Note: The author encourages unauthorised reposting, sequels, and blatant plagiarism of this work NOTE FOUND IN THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE By Wyrdey Hello, Mr. Principal sir. You probably have some questions. That would be only natural: after all, you returned to your office after lunch to find this note sitting on your chair. You probably think that this is some kind of romantic gesture - maybe your wife is doing something special. You wouldn't be totally wrong. I mean, this note...
Private journal of Anna Volakas Monday 22 nd September, 2014 I feel strange writing this down. No, not strange … guilty. I don’t know why I feel that way, because it doesn’t make sense; but I do know what’s causing it and maybe if I put it on paper then it won’t be in my head any more. Then maybe I can sleep again at night. Let the damn paper feel guilty. But here’s the thing: I’m not completely sure I want it out of my head. How’s that for messed up? Pretty frickin’ perfect, I should think;...
BisexualAfter sipping the last of his Earl Grey, Alexander sat before his desk and sighed. His candle, freshly lit, revealed a man of many accomplishments. His workspace was lined with gold bound editions of the volumes upon volumes of text he authored in areas ranging from logic to mathematics to children’s literature. He had spent many years translating the Bible to his right into four different languages, and his ashen face reflected the rigors of his work. Years had been taken from him and his body...
Dear Black woman, I want you to know this. I’m in love with you. I think I’m in love with you. I want to be in love with you. Am I in love with you? Can I love you? Can you love me? I don’t know. So many questions. Who am I? I’m the Brother with the Ivy League MBA who’s leading a Fortune Five Hundred company into the twenty-first century. I’m the Brother who’s smiling at you on the bus while wearing my Sean John’s. I’m the Brother sitting in class at our town’s community college, making goo-goo...
Before I settle into bed, I often think of you. I undress slowly, unbuttoning my shirt, the lull of sleepiness surrounds my body and mind. My delicate fingers push each button through each hole with waited effort, and my mind wanders to thoughts of you laying on the bed watching me undress. I turn to you. I like seeing your smile, a mischievous smirk. I want to show you all of me. To feel your eyes on me, to see the excitement in them as my shirt opens to show you my full breasts supported by...
I’ve come home tonight and walked in the door to find the house quiet. A single light over the kitchen bench highlights a piece of paper with my name on it. The message inside includes some instructions:Honey,Follow these steps to a tee and you'll be rewarded.But if you step outside what they ask, you'll never know what could have been.Your instructions are simple:StripShowerTie hair backLay on the bedBlindfold onHands behind your head to the bed frame Legs spread…and waitOh, and you have ten...
LesbianPrivate journal of Anna Volakas Monday 22nd September, 2014 I feel strange writing this down. No, not strange ... guilty. I don't know why I feel that way, because it doesn't make sense; but I do know what's causing it and maybe if I put it on paper then it won't be in my head any more. Then maybe I can sleep again at night. Let the damn paper feel guilty. But here's the thing: I'm not completely sure I want it out of my head. How's that for messed up? Pretty frickin' perfect, I...
"Come in, slave," he ordered. The submissive entered, trembling. "Undress," barked the master, "and pay attention to the house rules. You are to be naked in my presence at all times, unless I instruct you to wear my wife’s soiled panties. You will not speak unless asked a direct question. You will address me as Master or Sir. Since you are a miserable apology for a man, I will call you Alice although you will answer to any other name I choose to call you such as slave, or slut. Failure...
I tried to frame a picture of her right there in the bathroom, but everything I tried looked stupid. "You can look all you want," she said, thinking I was trying to extend the time I could see her like this. "That's not it," I said, understanding her perfectly. "It just looks common." She pushed me out of the bathroom, into her bedroom. "In here?" I walked around. She had a west-facing window, and the sun was going down. I stood her by the window so the sun hit her body and told...
Hello all Indian sex stories readers.I am a regular reader here but now decided to share my own experience with all of you.So let’s begin. Myself Gaurang.I am 18 years old studying in 12th.Lives in Agra.About my body.Little fatty due to which I had boobs of 32.Big ass of 34. I love to have sex and especially love someone to fuck me. Watching porn had given me lots of experience. I have a cock of size 5 when it is hard. This is my gay experience and it continued for 5 more sessions. This sex...
Gay MaleOne Thousand Kisses by Marlissa I drive the long ten miles to the edge of town, wondering what fun I will have with my little mistress Lily. I keep her in a cheap apartment on the outskirts of town, conveniently away from the exclusive executive subdivision where the Misses, kids and dog reside. I pay the apartment manager there something extra to take care of her shopping needs, so there's absolutely no need for my caged dove to have a car or even to leave her little love...
This is a continuation of "A couple of quiet days away (Final Part)", at the end Kirsten had sent my a small video of her naked and rubbing her hands all over her body, asking me "If I was wanting this?" and I replied to her text "What do you think". Well when she phoned later on, I had asked regarding the video and Kirsten replied "Well once you had gone and I was getting ready for work, Alison was asking me what we had been getting up too". Kirsten continued to say "Once she had finished,...
June 15, 2027 The corn field and the vegetable garden screamed for attention, constant, urgent and immediate attention. Clark and the girls knew that as first-timers they would have to overcome a steep learning curve to be successful at gardening. It would take more than just throwing some seeds into a hole in the ground in the hope that something would grow and could take several seasons to gain the experience and skills needed to produce enough to sustain themselves. Up at the cabin,...
I was standing in the doorway to the nurse’s office. It was warm in her room, and the lights were a little dimmer. “Come in”, said the nurse. And I moved into the room to her desk. It was quiet in there, cold and flu season was over and nobody got hurt in gym class that morning...nobody was playing sports haha. “You’ve had a full morning” she said. “It’s been awhile since we’ve had one of these fun days, I’m glad you gave us the opportunity!”I smiled big, “Oh no, thank you all. This has been an...
***********************When the door opened at Corey's room after a slight struggle, I saw a guythat I vaguely recognized from the rec center that worked out sometimes atthe same time we did. He was in Corey's bed with a sheet over what appearedto be his naked body. My heart broke right there."I can explain," Corey said in a panic yet very nervous and in his boxers."No... you can't," I said with tears in my eyes. "I don't guess I was goodenough for you!"I slammed the door in his face and...
I feel as though this letter should start out “Dear Penthouse” and anyone reading this will think it’s just another fictional story made up by someone’s sexual driven imagination... but not today. First off, let me tell you a little about my wife. Before we dated I was the only one she ever had sex with, not even her fiancé before me, so she’s never been very sexually active. A typical sexual experience with my wife is in the missionary position with ‘NO BOOBS” and speaking of boobs, she has a v...
Group SexAuthor's Note: This story is entirely fictional, and none of the characters or places exist in real life. Enjoy the story. Desperately Seeking Stephanie By Charlotte Dickles My head felt as though someone had hit the right side with a meat cleaver, and was now trying to force the two halves apart. Somewhere, someone was screaming to get an ambulance, please. I didn't know what had happened; I didn't really care. *** Sometime later: a minute? An hour? A week? I didn't know. It...
When I was a Junior in High School I transferred to a new school, called at the time "Freedom School" It simply meant that you could excel academically at your own speed, fast or slow that depended on you. Things were going along fine for a while, and time rolled over to my Senior year. I sensed something was wrong, I wasn't my usual happy go lucky self and I didn't want to go the extra distance to get my usually grade. My parents informed me that at Christmas time they...
'jimmy i'm home' jane shouts as she gets in the door 'where are you liitle bro ?'jimmy walks down the stairs 'uh hi sis did you enjoy the party ?''i sure did bro and i brought you something back look' jane pulls a couple of full condoms out of her bag'look really sis you had your fun you punished me lets leave it like that and forget it happened ok' jimmy says'i can hear what you are saying but your cock doesn't seem to agree i can see you getting hard through your trousers' jane points at...
Get Away for a Spell by Jordan Holder Man, did I need a vacation; work had been driving me crazy lately. But replacing the car's transmission last week had tapped me out. With the couple of hundred left in my checkbook, I could check into a Motel 6 on the other side of town and eat at the Golden Arches, but that was about it. Not only that, but my company had a use-it-or-lose-it policy on vacation time. If I didn't use my two weeks by the end of the month -- we were on...
Using what life it had left I was able to park behind a bunch of strip mall stores before the engine completely quit on me. "Fucking crappy car" I got out and slammed my door after popping the hood. I opened the hood, looking at the engine. Which was pretty much useless as I had no clue as to what I was looking at. I never liked cars that much. I left that job to my older brother. I left the hood open, going to the drivers door to grab my phone when I saw her. Ashley Pikens. My ex best...
Please give me the support of your vote. * A real ego booster, Susan writes a non-erotic story for her to read when she’s down in the dumps and depressed. I have lots of qualities that I’m proud and glad to have. Whenever I think of my God given gifts, my inherited attributes, and my inherent qualities, those thoughts of self-realization, albeit somewhat self-centered, helps me get through my not so chirper days. Stopping to smell the roses in appreciation of all that I have to be thankful...
(my aunt is called suzanne , she is 5 ft9 , slimmish , tanned , short red hair 38c , trimmed)Hi i am Kyle i am 19 , my brother is called kev and hes 18 Recently my Auntie who owns a small villa in spain asked me and my brother kev would we like to come over for a few days to see her son robert and just get away from crappy england , we booked our flights a few days later and let them know when we would be arriving , we landed in spain about 5 oclock thursday evening, we got a taxi to there...
You are walking through the park, enjoying nature, not a care in the world. You come to asecluded spot in the park but you don't worry because you hear a jogger approaching frombehind. Joggers are nice people.Just as you let your guard down and the jogger is about to pass you, he tackles you frombehind. He is big and his hands and arms envelope you. He drags you into the bushes whereyour first instinct is to scream.But you don't scream loudly because he puts one of his big hands over your mouth...
Dear All, those who haven’t read the earlier parts yet, please read those before reading this one. With that being said, let’s begin this part. Sameer went down on the carpet, and Nisha came near me and laid on my lap. She looked up towards me. I kissed her forehead, and she held my hand tight. Sameer came closer and started kissing on her legs above her knees and then upwards on her thighs. Nisha’s legs were closed, and Sameer was not able to reach her inner thighs. Naturally, he wanted to...
Angelica was an absolute doll and eager to get laid.I had just been appointed as the CEO of a small, but growing IT company in Melbourne, FL, which came with a seven-figure income plus stock options. With that much money, I figured it was time to reward myself with a week-long cruise on a large cruise ship out of Port Canaveral.I told my travel agent to book me the largest and most luxurious suite available on the Royal Caribbean Oasis of the Seas. It accommodates 5,400 passengers at...
It has been a long, boring night. In just a little bit the sun will rise.. My squad of men are highly efficient battle tested soldiers. Some might even call us cold and cruel, but I prefer the words deadly efficient. We are on guard duty. It is never a good idea to take duty lightly. We are not going to let people get to our prisoner, and we definitely are not going to sleep on the job. Those who fall asleep on guard duty or let their prisoner escape are never given a second chance. Failure was...
The next two weeks passed without any major disturbances. Juanita was walking with a cane for short stretches, and Janet had been spending more and more time at the Moore house. Shelley had almost become Junior's shadow, and she and Sarah were becoming inseparable. Shelley had even crawled into bed with her and Junior the previous night. Junior had been asleep when she did so and it wasn't until he woke to the alarm on his watch that he found her. Letting her and Sarah sleep he made his way...
Dedicated to Michelle Nobody expected it, least of all me. I was a freshman scholarship student at a private high school with an excellent music program. One of my teachers, Ms. Smith, sweat blood to get me the money over an athlete or academic whiz-kid. I agreed to perform at the Winter Recital for her sake. I also wanted to see what it felt like to be alone in the spotlight. It was the future I wanted and getting used to the glare was a necessary step. The Recital was a big thing at...
After leaving our house Mom and I went straight to the airport. The flight was due any moment. We waited in the car before going to the arrival pick up point. “Thank you, my dear son,” Mom said giving me a kiss on my cheeks. “Thank you for what, Mom?” “Thank you for getting rid of my fear of taking in a cock into my cunt.” She kissed me on my cheek again. “Thank you for giving me a great time last night.” She now kissed me on my lips and put her right hand on my cock. “Mom, please stop playing...
IncestLily shoved her already sexually satisfied body, which still yearned for more, a little further upon her bed. Her pussy yielded a tiny trail of her lingering orgasm, a product of having Logan’s mouth stimulate it, as she dragged her body up to rest her head on her pillow. Lily’s pussy anticipated her twin’s eighteen year old long thin erection with enthusiasm. She knew that their respective sexual sizes were perfect for each other. Why else were they made the way they were?Positioning herself,...
IncestAs soon as I get a friendly stray to follow me somewhere I can drop my pants, my cock is rock hard before I even get on the ground on my knees. They are always curious and usually do not need much coaxing. Sometimes I have to masturbate a while which then gets the dog's interest enough to give a few licks of my cock. I quickly turn around so my ass is in their face. They then sniff and right after that start licking my asshole. Oftentimes I shoot precum and when the dog suddenly...
The day was fading slowly, yielding to the dark of the night. I watched out of the window as the world outside lost its color and the shapes and forms merged together as the darkness took over. There was no reason for me to still stand at the window, staring out into a black nothingness. There was absolutely nothing to see outside anymore. Maybe it was the rhythmic clicking of the rails that mesmerized e into staying at the window. I was on my way to the south of France , to the town by the...
Wife Lovers[ Once again, this is written for, and dedicated to, Megan. The woman who cuckolds me so very well, and to all the black guys who have done such wonderful things to her beautiful pussy! ]It didn't bother me that William preferred to enjoy Megan by himself, rather than have me 'in the mix', so to speak, complicating the simple, but deeply profound, and all-consuming elegance, of a good fuck. Besides, I had found that there was a whole other level of exhilaration in NOT being with Megan at those...
Hi, this is a long one but I was aiming for something very realistic and realism means you have to think about everything. This is homage to the classic coming of age stories I love very much on this site, like The Professor's 'The Question' or O2Bxx's 'For a Girl'. If you haven't read both of those, do so as they're ace. These as the first 9 chapters of the story, the next 9 will be put up soon followed shortly by the remaining chapters. This is set in Australia and thus a very...
"Thank you, Nina. You're doing very well," as I took her panties from her. Better than I had dreamed. Both her holes looked so inviting in their own ways, I was having trouble deciding which hole to try first. I knew I wanted to degrade her as much as I could right now while she was feeling totally trapped. If I did my worst now and she submitted to it, everything else would be easy. So I decided to take the "road less traveled" (though in her case neither road was well traveled). I was...
Chapter 8 There was Penny standing right in front of me. She had changed her clothes and freshened her makeup since I'd last seen her at work. She was now wearing a dress with two thin straps that must have been purely decorative since the midsection of the dress had to be made of some strong material to hold up her outrageously large breasts. They were pushed up quite high. Her makeup was much more striking, having gone for the cat-eye look. Taken altogether with her slicked back...
We entered my bedroom and I closed and locked the door to assure us of privacy. I asked her to stand in front of my full length mirror for a moment. "Look at yourself in that mirror, Joan. I realize it is a special evening, and that you are pretty dressed up, but just look at yourself. Do you have any idea how really beautiful you are? The way you carry yourself, and just how confident you are in that dress, backless, and obviously bra-less, just the right about of cleavage visible--that...
I was quietly wandering around my neighbour’s room again. Justine’s parents were away from Christmas until well into the New Year. They were rich enough to be able to do things like that. Justine wasn’t away – but she was at work, which gave me time enough to do the things that I loved to do, the things that I needed to do. I had a new sexual habit which meant I needed everybody out of that house. I wanted to indulge myself. I needed to indulge myself. It was Christmas after all. Justine...
Hi my name is Johnny Summers, I am 18 years old and just graduated high school and I have never had a girlfriend. I am not hideously looking or anything, I am just really short... and skinny... and scrawny, let me explain, I stand fully grown at four feet and seven inches, I am also very skinny, I weigh in at ninety five pounds and if that was not bad enough I have no real muscle mass to speak of ... if I had to guess I would say that is why I do not have a girlfriend, truth be told, I have...
TranssexualThe drive to Mia's was excruciating! I was excited, nervous, scared, happy, unsure, all at once. I kept myself busy by listening and singing along to the radio and playing games with license plates (not as fun alone by the way), trying to imagine what she might be like in person. Is she really talkative like online and on the phone? Is she as crazy in person as on Lush? After a 1900 mile drive I finally reached her home town. My nerves and those butterflies in my stomach were getting the best...
LesbianUpon Reflection by Fidget CHAPTER 1: Through the Looking-Glass "Well I hope you're happy, Darren, because we're through, you stupid-head!" Maddie yelled, slamming the door to his dorm room and walking quickly back across the quad, trying to hold back her tears. Everything had been going so well with Darren, and when she had opened the door to his room and caught him with his tongue in Amber's mouth, and his hand exploring underneath her tight tank top, Maddie had been absolutely...
“Shego, come quick! I’ve done it! The world will be mine.” “Yeah… ah, Doctor D, you’ve been saying that off and on for like two or three years now. Why don’t you just call me over when you plan actually works? And since we know that won’t be happening soon I’m going to go back to reading the month’s Modern Villain magazine.” “Oh you mock me now but you won’t when my latest plan succeeds!” “Yeah, I think that’s what I just told you.” “AHH, fine! Then I won’t tell you my new plan or show you my...
My First Time Chapter 2: First Taste By Sara TV Slut My first time with a shemale was one summer evening. For several months the city I lived in at the time a lot of transvestites, transsexuals, cross dressers and their admirers would hang out on forth street on Friday and Saturday nights. There were some really good-looking Ladies. I had been attracted to shemales for years, but never was brave enough to contact one. So this was an opportunity for me to talk with a shemale...
As I meet with her at the car I helped her get out and I notice she had no underwear on(shaved). I tried not to look so hard but she noticed and smiled at me. So I took her by the hand to lead her into the house, as we were making our way through she stop me and said softly come here with her finger. I was taller than her so I had to bend down as I was bending over I reached around quickly and grabbed her by her plump ass to bring her up to my lips. We began kissing softly than aggressively...
The money was great for part-time work and the education I receivedabout D&S was invaluable.I continued to research D&S and in particular, Female Domination. Ievolved in my own personal growth and I became a self-describedFemale Supremacist. By my definition, a Female Supremacist is awoman who believes that women are the superior sex over men. She is awoman who has come to believe that society would be better served if itwere governed by women instead of men. A Female...
Maggie quietly walked into the TV room and crouched down next to Will. Though Maggie wasn’t sexually attracted to Will, she couldn’t help but notice how much he had grown in the past month. He was sleeping shirtless, and she could see that he had developed muscle, his shoulders were broader, and he had a slight bit of arm and underarm hair. he had an adam’s apple now, but still had his boyish face. “Will, Will, Will-wake up” She said, quietly, shaking Will’s shoulder. “Wha-what?” Will asked,...
Woh sab mujhe mall ke toilet ke niche bandh kar ke chali gayi thi. Mujhe toilet ke gadde se sab saaf saaf dikh raha tha. Maine dekha ki ek ladki yehi aa rahi hai maine apna muh andar kar liya ki kahin woh dekh na le. Woh baithi aur usne mutna shuru kiya. Uska sara mut mere muh pe aake gira. Yeh sab 2-3 ghante tak chala bohut ladkiyon ki ki mut pi tatti khai aur yahan tak paad bhi sungi. Aakhirkar woh sab aayi aur mujhe wahan se nikaal ke ghar le aayi. Main bohut thak chuka tha aur ghar aate...
[Author's Note: Thank you for the comments and since I had to re-read this story to remember where I was going, I'd like to thank you all for ignoring the grammar and spelling issues. Commenters noted the discrepancy in ages between Day 1 and Day 3. It's my fault but we'll just say that Mark is almost 17 and tells people he is that age when he wants to seem older and tells the truth when he wants to seem younger. Let me know what you think of the next part.] No Hands - Day 3...
This is another factual tale, the names have been changed but the facts remain 100% genuine. Just last weekend my wife and her pals arranged to go off for a two night spa break at a smart rural hotel in the Derbyshire countryside. The group consisted of two of her work mates Sarah and Amy, her best friend Eve from whom she has known since her school days and our neighbour and good friend Helen. All the arrangements were finely tuned and the day arrived, the girls were due to travel the 100 or...