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jewishjournal.com has an article
“Tucker Carlson’s Silence on Kanye West Is Deafening”
by
Rabbi Shmuley Boteach
October 31, 2022
The Ugly Vile Anti-Semitic Hadid
Sisters , Gigi & Bella are mentioned in this article
Gigi & Bella Hadid are like the
Real Life Ugly Twin Sisters
Patty and Selma
From “The Simpsons”
Patty and Selma Bouvier
Notice how Bella Hadid looks
Flat chested in many Photos
Her Nipples probably look like
tic tacs 😆
Ever notice how some people in an
Anti-Semitic way try to insert
The word “Jew” into things
Ever notice that ?
Some call Mountain Dew soda
“Mountain Jew”
While others call the
cooking themed talk show on ABC
The Chew , they refer to it as
“The Jew”
Also about Female Nipples
Related to the Topic of Female Nipples
When will the United States make
Prostitution Legal Nationwide
In Every State at
Reasonable Prices for the countless Adults unable to Get SEX Naturally
Incels Are Suffering Unbearably
Furthermore , about the
Sadly Growing
Incel , Involuntary Celibacy Crisis
Those who are Against making
Prostitution Legal
Make No Mistake , if they became
Chronically Incel and lonely
Just Watch how Quickly they would change their mind and Support Making Prostitution Legal
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Breaking the night’s silence with a gentle rustle of sheets, I embraced the divine gifts of tantra, my body and soul intertwined in an exquisite dance of ecstasy. Amid the enveloping darkness, an enchanting moonlight peeked through the arched windows, casting a gossamer glow onto the satin sheets covering our haven. The aphrodisiac scent of a burning ylang-ylang candle lingered in the air, sketching invisible trails of desire that twirled around us, the flickering flame sustenance for our burning zeal.
Giacomo, my cavalier, his muscles pulsating rhythmically under the warm touch of my hands, sought a purely premium feel of ecstasy under my experienced, intuitive guidance. рџ’ѓрџ‘Ђ Each move was a deliberate stroke on the canvas of his senses, painting layers after layers of heated want and icy anticipation. The art of tantra was our shared pas de deux, a dance we indulged in where every twirl, every step and every brush of skin against skin was a waltz of trust, worship, and surrender that transcended the physical realm. This was our private, sacred love ritual. рџ”ћ
As our bodies curled around each other like fervent vines in the throes of a passionate storm, I felt an overwhelming surge of power. Pure feminine energy, an ethereal essence, flowed through my veins, manifesting as a primal roar in the silence of the sacred night. 👠The feel of silken sheets beneath our intertwined bodies, the intoxicating rhythm of our synchronised breaths, the whispers of seduction our bodies narrated under the soft glow of the moonlight – it was the pulse of life at its most potent and profound.
An expression of surrender danced across Giacomo’s serene face. I could feel the raw energy coursing through his veins, rivalling the vigour of a ravenous tempest, yet he remained like a tranquil sea under my touch. This was engagement of spirits, a hallowed space where unspoken words found their voice in sighs and shared fulfilment was a sultry sonnet of intense emotion and unadulterated pleasure, writ in silent screams and secret smiles. 💦
In the end, our bodies laid satiated, sprawled across the bed, the rings of perspiration on our skin glowed silver under the moonlight, testament to the divine indulgence we had partaken in. Bound by the sacred threads of tantra, we breathed in unison, cradled in the heart of silence – a silence punctuated not by words but by the echoes of satiated sighs and gratified whispers, our shared testament to pleasure.
Shedding my clothes for an artist’s scrutinizing gaze isn’t an act from the adult links that people often imagine it to be. In reality, it’s a celebration, a confluence of acceptance, freedom, and a testament to the realities of the human body and its exquisiteness. I remember an exquisite day that unfolded in the tranquil air of a Halifax art studio. The rough-hewn walls whispered old stories, and large windows let the timid morning sun creep in generously, creating a ballet of shadows and light. It was beneath this ethereal glow that I stood, an embodiment of purity and perhaps audacity, baring everything I was to a group of artists who would interpret my body in shades of charcoal and pastel. A calm serenity enshrouded me. Naked yet unashamed, vulnerable yet powerful.
There’s a certain pleasure that comes from standing bare in front of others without fear of judgment, of standing proud and defiant of societal norms that often confine our perception of beauty. It wasn’t always like this though. I had to navigate through the awkward years of youth, fight the demons of insecurities that left a trail of scars on my self-esteem. Becoming an art model, posing nude for countless artists, didn’t just help me conquer my inhibitions but also came to signify a personal revolution. The pleasure I derive from it isn’t carnal or attached to the adult links people stereotypically associate it with. It’s a much more profound and intimate sensation, one that resonates deep within the core of who I am as a woman, as a human. Every stroke that an artist etches on canvas helps me discover a new facet of self love, uniquely beautiful in its individuality. It’s an indescribable sense of liberation, an affirmation of my authenticity, a validation of my self-worth in a world that often imposes its standards of perfection upon us.
Perhaps the real freedom manifests when you realize that nudity isn’t always erotic, that the human body can be a piece of art, a living canvas resonating stories of strength, courage, vulnerability, and defiance. It’s being able to look at your reflection, stripped of all the layers of pretense, and still finding beauty in the person staring back at you. So yeah, as a 37-year-old Canadian woman who bares it all for art, I’ve grown to embrace my imperfections, my curves, my strength, and my flaws, reaffirming that there’s no such thing as an ‘ideal body type.’ My body is a canvas painted with life’s hues, telling tales of pleasure and pain, struggle and victory, resilience and surrender. And for the artists who attempt to capture my essence, I am more than just an object to be depicted; I am a testament to the strength and beauty of womanhood, a personification of freedom, a symbol of raw, unabashed individuality.
commentary.org has an article
“Mahmoud Khalil’s Dehumanizing Worldview”
by Seth Mandel
August 6, 2025
blogs.timesofisrael.com has an article
by
Joshua Karlip
“Christian Antisemitism in the Guise of Collective Jewish Introspection”
Aug 7, 2025
We can Never Forget the sad Ugly Truth that
Christianity Caused the Holocaust
Christianity Directly Caused the Holocaust
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Brendan O’Neill
“The true depravity of the Palestinian victim mindset has been exposed”
August 7, 2025
Unjust Hatred of Jews and Israel is discussed in this article
Undeniably, as a demi-girl from Korea, I’ve often found conventional tropes in society and erotic literature disconcerting. It was as though the true, nuanced layers of passion and pleasure were painted over by dominant, patriarchal hues. So, in my effort to challenge and redefine these paradigms, I paired my fervid feminist scholarship with an exploration of an intriguing land – the vibrant world of hot sex-sites.
This journey, however, was not devoid of apprehensions. While standing on the precipice of this uncharted territory, I felt a comforting rush of anonymity descending over me. I, an academic scholar, was about to explore the raw, unruly corners of authentic, uninhibited desire. The first site I visited was like stepping into a veritable cosmos of vulnerability and vivacity, pulsating with varied expressions of sexuality. I dove in with the courage of a woman seeking sexual liberation, against the fusty boundaries of societal control.
In one heated encounter, I indulged with an individual whose openness about their desires was both intimidating and intoxicating. Their text danced along the contours of dominance and submission, a balance subtly influenced by real-life dynamics. Their words, candid and sultry, reverberated with magnetic power, challenging me to wrestle with my own perceptions of desire, dominance, and consent. Despite the digital nature of our interaction, the emotional tension was tangible. I realized during this exploration that true sexual revolution lies in conscious consent and continued discourse, not just in rebellion against the norm. It’s a quiet rebellion, a beautiful dance between power and surrender, where control is a shared, negotiated resource rather than a weapon of the patriarchy. This revelation, under the technicolor glow of these hot sex-sites, stirred in me a renewed sense of purpose. To bring this authenticity, this conscious dialogue of desire into academia, into real-world sexual dynamics, was now my mission. As I closed my laptop, the screen still warm and humming with untapped stories, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of exhilaration. For I was not only a scholar, but a student on a journey through the pulsating heart of sexuality, ready to rewrite the rules.
A person typed online today
“LOOK IN THE MIRROR
For those clamoring for peace in Gaza, your pleas will go unanswered until the genocidal regime of radical Islamist terrorists no longer pose an existential threat to Israel.
The double standard of military restraint you impose upon Israel has never been applied to adversaries in an other active war throughout the world.
If you are one of those described, take a long look in the mirror. What you are looking at is not a humanitarian, you are looking at an anti-Semitic hypocrite.”
Some people typed in reply
“You make the tragic mistake of thinking that their concept of “peace” is the same of yours. They want for Jews the “peace” of a cemetery. This is what they clamor for and they are answered by Arabs and Iranians and now the Europeans, Canadians and assorted American Leftists and Isolationists.”
“Indeed”
A person typed online today
“THE EXTREME LEFT AND RIGHT ARE JOINED AT THE HIP
The unhinged left and the deranged right, along with their PR arm, the media, have joined forces in their coordinated pogrom-like rhetorical crusade against the Jewish State of Israel.
However, despite the shared hopes of left-wing and right-wing antisemites, most America has continued its historic support for the Jewish state. President Trump’s decision to join Jerusalem’s attack on Iran’s nuclear program was a crushing blow to Tucker Carlson, Candace Owens, Marjorie Taylor Greene, AOC, Ilhan Omar, Rashida Tlaib, the rest of the terror squad, and other antisemitic Israel-haters.
Add to Trump’s military support of Israel, House Speaker Mike Johnson’s unequivocal support of the same when he said, America “backs Israel to the hilt,” even going as far as stating that Judea and Samaria are Israel’s “by right.”
A recent Gallup poll about U.S. support for Israel’s military action in Gaza showed that a paltry 8% of Democrats back the Jewish state while a resounding 71% of Republicans still firmly back Israel.
Trump has continued to reject the blood libel canard of “genocide,” and rightly stated, “the fastest way to end the humanitarian crises in Gaza is for Hamas to surrender and release the hostages.”
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Tonight, as I stand before these faces blurred by intrigue and trepidation, I am haunted by my own memories of discovery. I was once scared, unsure, entwined in societal norms, yet yearning for the taste of freedom – for the power to command and to yield. And so, in the glowing warmth of my countless Athenian nights, I dove into an ocean filled with shades of black and red, pleasure and pain, dominance and submission. My passion became my purpose, my intimate journey evolving into a lifelong dedication to educating about sensuality’s uncharted realms, about BDSM – no BS just links.
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As night deepens and my voice grows huskier with spent enthusiasm, I see flickers of understanding ignite. Their minds swaying on the precipice of acceptance, arms stretched out to embrace the unfamiliar yet exciting world of BDSM. And in their eyes, I see my own reflection – a mirror to my journey, my passion reflected in their newfound curiosity, a silent communion with their journey. A reaffirmation that despite society’s narrow boundaries, we have the right to explore, to command, and surrender. To deviate from convention and craft our own narrative of desire and satisfaction.
jewishjournal.com has an article
“We’ve Overlooked the Insidious Part About Antisemitism: The Brazenness”
by
David Suissa
August 7, 2025
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allisraelnews.com has an article
“In dramatic rise, Germany records over 1,000 antisemitic cases in 2025”
All Israel News Staff | Published: August 9, 2025
A person typed online today
“🔴An orthodox Jewish father was beaten yesterday in a Montreal Park in broad daylight, in front of his children.
⬛️His attacker, an Arab-Islamist monster then threw the man’s Kippah in the water.
⬛️None of the onlookers intervened.His young son was crying and screaming.
⬛️The police arrived an hour later. No arrest.”
Some people typed in reply
“And the government’s do nothing”
“Rabbi Meir Kahane was right.”
“Pure hate”
“It will get worse. That’s a fact.”
Another person typed online today about an Anti-Semitic Physical Assault on a Jewish man in Montreal
“This is horrible. And the person filming just stands there watching, asking “but why?” Instead of intervening or calling the cops. Bystanders doing nothing are giving people permission to attack Jews, that includes everyone who has been silent about antisemitism. or worse, glorifying the people who abuse us. or even worse, becoming the people who abuse us. everyone who doesn’t loudly stand with Jews should be utterly ashamed of themselves. this world has learned nothing from history, other than how to repeat it within the modern framework of virtue theatre.”
&
“this is becoming a pattern on flights all over the world. first it was flight attendants wearing Palestine flag pins and Jews were making excuses for them, now it’s escalated to flight attendants writing antisemitic hate speech on any kosher meals. when will yall realize you are the Nazis? the same ol Hitler fans from not even 80 years ago. disgusting.”
About how a
JetBlue passenger received his kosher meal with “zionazi” written on it.