<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695357653329186044</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:01:11.577-05:00</updated><category term='erotic'/><category term='art'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='history'/><title type='text'>See what I found?</title><subtitle type='html'>There is an answer to every question.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695357653329186044/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishsakura.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00163101597951609104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695357653329186044.post-8159260436906774378</id><published>2007-10-28T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:00:38.980-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>What is running through your mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-C8-4mJDcEY/RyU84ZAYmUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9A_3LViJjfU/s1600-h/Rare+intimate+painting+btwn+women+from+India.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-C8-4mJDcEY/RyU84ZAYmUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9A_3LViJjfU/s320/Rare+intimate+painting+btwn+women+from+India.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126570690314017090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is a question for guys. How often do women ask you what's running through your mind or "What are you thinking?" Usually this is a question saved for after sex. But why as women do we feel compelled to ask that annoying question? I really don't know of an answer that would really satisfy. Which I think is the reason why I'm straight because for a girl to ask me that everytime we make love? No thank you. So kudos to you guys who put up with all of our questioning and nagging. Even though some of the nagging is warranted. And on that note here is a picture to get your mouths watering gentlemen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695357653329186044-8159260436906774378?l=irishsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/8159260436906774378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695357653329186044&amp;postID=8159260436906774378' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695357653329186044/posts/default/8159260436906774378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695357653329186044/posts/default/8159260436906774378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishsakura.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-is-running-through-your-mind.html' title='What is running through your mind?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00163101597951609104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-C8-4mJDcEY/RyU84ZAYmUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9A_3LViJjfU/s72-c/Rare+intimate+painting+btwn+women+from+India.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695357653329186044.post-4524517105298169459</id><published>2007-07-15T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:00:39.695-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>Favorite works of art of the month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-C8-4mJDcEY/Rpr8dKEDfdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/y5keGSKWrG0/s1600-h/Unique+sculpture+in+Khajuraho,+India.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-C8-4mJDcEY/Rpr8dKEDfdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/y5keGSKWrG0/s320/Unique+sculpture+in+Khajuraho,+India.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087656306916163026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This sculpture is located on a temple in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Khajuraho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I can imagine the artist telling the models to act like it were their last day on Earth. But all kidding aside I can't help but think how fortunate we are in this day and age to still have something so taboo and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;controversial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It forces us to  think and re &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;evaluate&lt;/span&gt; how we view our own sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;Because of temples such as this it has prompted me to do research on the history human sexuality around the world. I raise the question what would be the difference in people's perception between then and now if I were to re enact this scenario? I would like to see people question the labels we place on others just so we can continue to view sexuality in black and white. Oh and throw morality in there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-C8-4mJDcEY/Rpr6r6EDfZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/VjltR4-_PM0/s1600-h/By+Arthur+Wardle+1864-1949+The+Enchantress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 340px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-C8-4mJDcEY/Rpr6r6EDfZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/VjltR4-_PM0/s320/By+Arthur+Wardle+1864-1949+The+Enchantress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087654361295977874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful painting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Enchantress&lt;/span&gt; is by Arthur &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wardle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This was something I always imagined myself to be in. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this would be a small scenario of how Heaven would be like for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-C8-4mJDcEY/Rpr6r6EDfaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8bNWEUOJETI/s1600-h/Sculpture+from+Nad+Kalase+shows+2+ladies+bathing+a+woman+while+others+explore+each+other+more+intimately.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-C8-4mJDcEY/Rpr6r6EDfaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8bNWEUOJETI/s320/Sculpture+from+Nad+Kalase+shows+2+ladies+bathing+a+woman+while+others+explore+each+other+more+intimately.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087654361295977890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is another sculpture but from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kalase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; showing two ladies bathing a woman while the others get to know each other more intimately. I would like to compare this sculpture to a freeze in Pompeii. Don't worry, I'll be posting an example soon enough. Another question I hope to find is how common were these orgies? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Historically&lt;/span&gt; it seems India  is far more expressive and open in their sexuality than any other country in the world. Others seem to hide it or keep it exclusive. For example if you were to visit Japan you would never get to experience the naughty side of Japanese society unless of coarse you were wealthy beyond belief or you were born there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-C8-4mJDcEY/Rpr7IaEDfbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0olyq9Skvyg/s1600-h/Apollo+and+Daphne+by+JH+Waterhouse+1908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-C8-4mJDcEY/Rpr7IaEDfbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0olyq9Skvyg/s320/Apollo+and+Daphne+by+JH+Waterhouse+1908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087654850922249650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apollo and Daphne&lt;/span&gt; by J.W. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Waterhouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-1908. I love this man. What talent. You know the this tale in Greek mythology don't you? Well, read it. Daphne turns into a tree at the end. This artist had the gift of painting an intense moment of a story giving the viewer a taste of that raw emotion. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; you'll never get to see the real painting along with most of his other work because it's locked up in some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jerk's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; vault when it really should be in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;muesum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry, that was a bit uncalled for but nonetheless money is what makes this world go around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695357653329186044-4524517105298169459?l=irishsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/4524517105298169459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695357653329186044&amp;postID=4524517105298169459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695357653329186044/posts/default/4524517105298169459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695357653329186044/posts/default/4524517105298169459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishsakura.blogspot.com/2007/07/favorite-works-of-art-of-month.html' title='Favorite works of art of the month'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00163101597951609104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-C8-4mJDcEY/Rpr8dKEDfdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/y5keGSKWrG0/s72-c/Unique+sculpture+in+Khajuraho,+India.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695357653329186044.post-3797798882940170938</id><published>2007-06-28T00:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:51:58.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Time</title><content type='html'>One of the things I have been trying to work on is getting to where ever I am going to on time. What I have noticed about myself is that I putsy around looking for things, changing my mind on what I should wear, and the amount of time I take to put on makeup! I don't remember being like this in high school. But I've been like this since my 20's. I figure if I find a guy I can live with who is great at getting to work, etc on time maybe that would help me get my butt movin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695357653329186044-3797798882940170938?l=irishsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/3797798882940170938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695357653329186044&amp;postID=3797798882940170938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695357653329186044/posts/default/3797798882940170938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695357653329186044/posts/default/3797798882940170938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishsakura.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-time.html' title='On Time'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00163101597951609104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5695357653329186044.post-947499537324993432</id><published>2007-06-21T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:50:33.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask me a question and I'll tell you no lies</title><content type='html'>I don't know how or where to begin as far as making this blog into an interesting one. So in the meantime as I post my hobbies and interests gradually, please feel free to comment or ask me anything (well almost anything) thats on your mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5695357653329186044-947499537324993432?l=irishsakura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irishsakura.blogspot.com/feeds/947499537324993432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5695357653329186044&amp;postID=947499537324993432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695357653329186044/posts/default/947499537324993432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5695357653329186044/posts/default/947499537324993432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irishsakura.blogspot.com/2007/06/ask-me-question-and-ill-tell-you-no.html' title='Ask me a question and I&apos;ll tell you no lies'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00163101597951609104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
