(TRUE, this is a kind of 'p.s.' to what I wrote you last night.)

Somewhere in the bowels of the BTB archives is TRUE, or maybe Sterling's instructions on how to get ready to Bring the Beef.

Somewhere in there, prominently, was the suggestion to clean up your act.

At the time I was wondering why/how such expressions of free will as consensual sex and responsible drug use could get in the way of participatory democracy.

Then I started reading more blogs. Just to see how far out of the mainstream experience I really am.

What I saw was, everybody's a rebel, at least on their own web pages.

(Note- no one on my link-list, so relax.)

Girls squeal about being 'sluts' who love kinky sex. Guys brag about taking down anyone who gives them shit. Everyone is a rebel, and a loner, while counting the comments and fretting over unique hits.

This was news to me.
One of the advantages to growing up during a sexual revolution is internalizing its values. Thus, my generation more or less accepted gay love, female equality, pot use, and porno for adults.

Any lifestyle was valid, if- and this is big if- you are willing to take the consequences. You no longer had the luxury of controlling what people think in exchange for living in rhythm with your conscience.

The folks who did this were accepted by us.
Accepted. That's the difference.

The post-Reagan era generations want attention, applause for thier differences. If you don't see me as a loner, I'll find somebody else who does. Eccentricity is passed off as originality, and lack of impulse control for spontaenity.And victimization is heroism. Bleh.

There is still not enough true rebellion going on out there.

Here's my thought for the day- What could be more revolutionary than making conscious decisions all day long, and accepting any consequences?

Here's where my new 'do a little something' philosophy comes in.

Eat fresh, home-cooked food. That puts you in an intelligent minority. Question what you read and see on television. Spend your money at businesses that care about their workers, or at least thier customers. Eat only when you're hungry. Stop and think- never be afraid to sit still and think.

The kinkiest sex I ever heard of was with a queen who refused to give his last Valium to a kid who was tripping hard at a Strangler's concert.
"Sorry, these are only to enhance lucidity", and he put it in his own mouth.
Later, when the kid followed him out to his car, they were making out in front of us, when suddenly the queen broke loose and said, "Wow, this is really boring, isn't it?"
Then we all had a laugh together that was probably better than sex.
What could be more rebellious than that?

When you are clean, the light shines through you diffently. It is worth it.

If you do use drugs, don't let them use you.

from "What are you, on drugs?"
"The chances are very good right now that you are on a drug.
Maybe it's adjusting your hormone levels or controlling your urge to weep every minute or relaxing the blood vessels in your penis or cranking the serotonin to your brain or pumping carefully measured slugs of alprazolam or fluoxetine or sertraline or atorvastatin or esomeprazole or buspirone or venlafaxine or any number of substances with Latin-rooted jawbreaker names through your flesh in a bizarre dance of miraculous vaguely disturbing death-defying scientific wonder."

"Who needs nature and sex and excercise?"

Cuz, you know, I only want to enhance all y'all's lucidity.