Idiot wind heaven. What if there really is a God who judges pagan idolatry?
Eh- I'd hang around 'em long enough to get some mushrooms and a piece of ass. Maybe skip the ass...
Mushrooms are easy - they grow on cow patties all over Tennessee and Kentucky. Probably cleaner than the New Agers, but smell a lot alike.
I grew up in the 60s and my dad was hell bent that I wasn't going to imitate or participate in the hippie movement. And it wouldn't have suited me at all to adopt the lifestyle and run around in a woven poncho as I struggled to play C, D and G on some lame ass guitar.
I knew a few very pretty girls who swallowed the bait though, hook, line and sinker and as hard as I tried, none of them gave it up to me. Chasing them meant I had to be cool, smoke dope, maybe drop some acid and be a friggin' goof.
For that reason I had sex with the conventional girls who didn't get into the hippie thing at all. As inexperienced and clumsy as I was, I kind of remember that the sex was wonderful.
I couldn't understand most of what the first blurb had to say. Skimmed down the rest of it and wondered, what's the point? Of course I'm several generations ahead of those people.
I'm kinda in the middle between you and Jack; I turned 20 in 1965.
Believe me when I tell you nobody else can understand what that crap is about either. Women who could afford it just went crazy overnight, and women who can afford it have followed that lead ever since.
And California either attracts them or generates them.
I dunn’o, it’s rather refreshing that some women still embrace motherhood, the outdoors and creating things versus the ugliness of the Feminists/Man Haters/Safe Spacers seemingly everywhere.
Not all hippies are created equal any more than conservatives are.
Yeah Rob, I lived in the far northwest corner of then Canoga Park, CA '70-'73, just south of what had been a bunch of cowboy movie ranches, i.e. the favored habitat of the Manson family, imitators and successors. Three of my five daughters were teens then, and it was a chore keeping them away from that stuff. Those hippies were always cutting through our neighborhood in their jalopie vans on the way to their lair.
I will say the one standing on her head is a great physical specimen. We should all do so well as her. She is a bit of a nut though.
Bird, you're right about that girl and I'm pretty sure I could do that again if I weren't 66. Now it's osteoarthritis in my hips and back, hand and shoulder surgeries and more of that sort of thing, most certainly to be granted unto me, as I age.
And while my body is showing its age, my memory is lucent and active. I've done a lot of things in my life but I just cannot remember all of those times when I must have surely enjoyed the nipples of a beauty who was standing on her head.