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I'm having thoughts about underwear parties. Actually, I'm not really, I'm copy-pasting from previous posts concerning said parties, but its all in the name of publicity so its all good.

It's interesting that people who have heard about Urge's underwear parties, but have never attended one, presume that they're all sleazy and sexual. While I cant deny that squeezing through a crowd of hot, sweaty, mostly-naked men does have it's titillating side, the overwhelming response we get from punters (and why people just keep coming back) is that they felt so relaxed and at ease, even if they were initially nervous about showing their body in public.

Having everyone in their undies is a great leveller- no matter how fat/skinny/hairy/hairless you worry you are, there's always someone more fat/skinny/hairy/hairless in the room who is having a raving good time. The power of being part of a crowd means even the most shy punter soon relaxes and joins in.

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I'm reading "Conversations with God: an uncommon dialogue" by Neale Donald Walsch. Basically Mr Walsh sat down one day and wrote an angry letter to God, and at the end of the letter he just kept writing, and out came

Do you really want the answer to these questions, or are you just venting?

Allegedly he just kept writing (and still is) and the replies he wrote are in here verbatim: kind of unbelievable, and the skeptic in me is having a field day, but I just reached page 24 and the guy (God, really) just explained the Big Bang in a way that fits in with my own beliefs. Like, perfectly. No kludging necessary.

This is kind of scarey. I mean, I've always thought my beliefs were pretty close to being correct, but now the alleged voice of God is backing me up.

Enough typing. More reading.