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Equal Isn’t Always Fair

 

Every summer, the motorcycle club I used to be associated with has a big hog roast with music, camaraderie, bike games, a poker run, a bike burn, a burn out pit, fireworks, vendors selling leather goods, breakfast, tattoos, and of course, lots of drinking. Bikers come from all around to party. Even the locals come for the weekend. The profits from this lucrative event is always given to a local charity.

 

When it first began it was smaller than it is now. For activities, we had a dunk tank, a DJ for during the day, with a popular local band for the evening’s entertainment. The hogs would be roasting and people could check out the POW/MIA Tent from Kansas while they waited for their turn with the tattooist.

One year, after checking to make sure all the side dishes were there, I walked out, stopping to visit with various people as I went along. At the time, the club did not have a “clubhouse” yet so the party was being held on farmland that was owned by the parents of the President of the club. A huge US Flag and a POW/MIA Flag hung between 2 silos. Picnic tables borrowed from the local park were placed all over.

 In the early days, it was a challenge to keep people entertained all day. he poker run had not been incorporated into the event so the guys were looking for ways to make sure everyone stayed and had an enjoyable time during the afternoon before the meal was ready. This year, they decided to have a wet t-shirt contest. With the winner receiving a prize of $100. This offended everything in me that had ever fought for women’s rights. Believe me I had words with them on this. As in every democracy, I was voted down. It didn’t help that I was the only female voice.

Not to be outdone, I demanded equality! If they were going to have a wet t-shirt contest, I asked for a “best buns” contest be held for the ladies. Where men got up on the so-called stage and paraded and the women in the group could vote on who had the best butt. I was told, if I could raise the money and get men up on the stage, I could have my contest. They were so sure it would never happen. With a wicked gleam in my eye I said to them, “Watch me.”

While they were approaching different women to be in the contest, which I had suggested it should be open to anyone, and again was voted down, I was quietly going around to every single person there, upwards of 500, with my hat in hand asking for a donation for my contest. I didn’t just ask the women for donations either. I asked the men! Equals, right? I found to my surprise, that the men, not only laughed and thought it was a great idea, they were generous in their donations!

Once I was done, I counted the money in my hat. Not everyone gave, but those who did made my collection well over $200! Triumphantly, I went to the President and showed it to him. He said I could have my contest but I should be ready to give it all back because no man would get up there. He only said this because they had only 3 women on the stage and so far, none had taken their top off. Which was the whole point to a wet t-shirt contest. He was a bit peeved that I had raised so much money to boot. 

After 30 minutes of 3 women prancing around to music and catcalls in wet t-shirts and shorts, the crowd had voted on their favorite. She was given the $100 prize money and then the Sergeant at Arms, who supported my contest, enthusiastically announced the contest for the men. He told how much money had been collected and that it was “winner take all”. It was open to any who was interested in participating.

Slowly a guy here and there approached the stage. Then one whose wife pushed him up, another whose girlfriend shoved him up, and before I knew it, there were ten guys standing on that stage! One of whom, was my future brother-in-law! My sister and I dying with laughter because he went with no encouragement. 

The music started and at first, they just kind of turned around and walked, but as the women yelled, they took their shirts off. They flexed their muscles, in some cases nonexistent muscles. The more the women yelled, the more they got into it. They demanded to be sprayed with the water so their jeans would stick to their derrieres. The women went wild and they shook their tushies for all they were worth.

Male ego, took over and it became a real competition. One took his jeans off and was parading in his underwear! Women rushed the stage and threw dollars at him! A couple more, not to be outdone, took their jeans off and started dancing in their underwear! They too were rewarded with dollar bills. One left the stage shaking his head, he wouldn’t go that far. But soon all but 2 were dancing in their undies. One of whom was my sister’s fiancée. She turned to me and she said, “Bob better not take his pants off, he’s not wearing any underwear!” I laughed. 

The women yelled at Bob and the other guy who had not taken his pants off, “take it off!” They yelled back they couldn’t because they were “going commando”! The women didn’t care. They screamed even louder, “TAKE IT OFF!” The next thing I knew, Bob, my future brother-in-law, took his pants off! My sister screamed and I, had to look away. I was NOT going to watch him! 

Not to be outdone, the other guy, took his off as well so there were two dancing naked on stage. One woman was videotaping it! Others were taking photos! Six of the guys refused to go that far, took their dollars and got off stage, but one more ripped his tightie whities off and there were the three of them dancing and prancing away to the delight of the entire crowd. Except for the President of the club who was glowering. I was looking any were but the stage, my face beet red! I had not planned on this! 

The Sergeant of Arms finally got the crowd to settle down. It was time to vote. Applause was going to determine the winner. He stood by each of the contestants. While each of the first two got a fair amount of cheers, it was undeniable that my future brother-in-law received the most thunderous of applause. From what I was told, it was partly because he was brave enough to go first, but mostly because he put the other two to shame being more, shall we say, “gifted”?

I couldn’t tell you, once the nudity started, I turned my back! Which I never lived down. Had Bob not been up there, I’d have watched and jeered with the rest, but I really did NOT want to have that vision etched in my mind. It would be my luck that on their wedding day, as they’d be standing at the altar, I’d burst out laughing because it would suddenly come to mind. Not appropriate behavior for the Matron of Honor! And trust me, I would have done it.

Everyone was laughing, filled with bon homie and ready to eat. When my dad arrived later and heard what happened, he announced that had he been there, he would have gotten up on stage and put them all to shame! My sister and I looked at each other in horror, we knew that given the right circumstances, in other words, a couple of beers, he’d do it! We laughed until we cried at the thought of our father doing such a thing! Agreeing thankfully, we really lucked out that he arrived late! 

At the end of the night the President was talking to a few of the other guys in the club. “It’s not fair that she just picks up and throws that together like that making fools of us!” The President complained.

The Sergeant of Arms looked him in the eye and said, “Yeah, well, get over it. Equal ain’t always fair bro.”

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Solar Eclipse Blessings!!!


On Monday, August 21, a total eclipse of the sun swept across the entire United States, from Oregon to the Carolinas. I hope you had a chance to experience this once in a lifetime event.


I spent the day with my daughter and son. We had a picnic lunch while observing the eclipse. While making the lunch before it occurred, we talked about the sacred meaning of the eclipse and our people. Of what the eclipse represents.

There is a duality to the event of an Eclipse. Of both night and day, man and woman. The Sun representing man, the moon woman, duality. A balance of the two. A day where the Sun shares the heaven with the Moon at the same time enforcing the duality of all things. 

The true essence of the male female combined, more beautiful as one than separate. Meaning to celebrate both male and female within us. Thus, a man can embrace his feminine side as a woman can embrace her male side. It becomes a blessing for all unions, male and female, male and male, female and female because the duality resides not just outwardly, but inwardly.

The Celts, were great astronomers, and recorded these events long before others. In fact, the Irish recorded the first eclipse. The Irish Celts, accepted the duality of nature and judged on character not sexual orientation or gender. It wasn’t unusual to see women ruling over the clans. Fighting in battle alongside the men. Or being religious leaders. Women were equals in the ancient days because the belief in duality allowed this equality.

Once it began, we just absorbed the energy it radiated to us. We became still, infused with its ancient knowledge of time. Everyone feels it differently. I had goosebumps as it started, tears welled up in my eyes. I felt a falling away, in my heart I knew that some things would never be the same, that it was time to let go. I then felt as if I were opening, to bigger, newer things. An excitement filled me as well as overwhelming hope and happiness. I can’t find the words to express all I felt that day. But I know I am a changed person. Blessed be . . .

Wildly Yours,

Wild Thing

Goddess of the Cosmos, Queen of the Faeries, Mistress of the Dragons, Lady of the Mist

 

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