 Linda Hurwood
Cincinnati, OhiO
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Linda Hurwood, also known asMin. also known as
the rubenesque womanI was born Linda Sue DeZarn to a couple with four other living children. Our family was poor as far as money went but we were rich because we had love and each other. I am now 47, mother of two daughter's and proud grandmother of six beautiful grandmonsters; the four oldest being boys and the babies are both girls (took long enuff for the girls to show their pretty faces). director 'in the playpen'
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• What do you do for a living?
At the moment I am not working. I just quit my job as a Credit Grantor for a major department store chain to get ready to move to England. In my spare time I gather porn for the hold :o) • Who are your favorite artists?
Salvador Dali (cause it reminds me of hubby's warped mind) Some of Picasso's works interest me. Musical artists are McCartney Lennon and Pink Floyd (hubby's been making me listen to it alot lol) Poets and Writers in general are my favoites because I like the different contrasts in their writings but Cait has to be my favorite modern day VP poet :o) • What influences you to write about/how you do?
I write about personal experiences and dreams that I have. I wrote poetry during my school years and didn't write again until January of 1999 while still in a bad marriage. If I had not been writing at that time I would not have met my current husband in there after a dream I had one night. • Where do you see the underground writing scene in 25 years?
I see the underground writing scene being more underground than it is now, although I don't see this as being a choice matter. The underground will be forced further underground by the lack of time and need for the written word on paper. The only paper product will have to be underground, The Internet will take over and make it a virtually obselete form of art for books to be published on paper. As sad as this is.. I see this sad state of affairs forming the basis of future generations education. • describe the smell of sex in 25 words or more…yaaa -
Ah the smell of sex :o) the best way to describe the smell of it is heaven especially after a good long round of foreplay and whipped cream and chocolate syrup hehehehe. Kind of like the sweet smell of success only hotter. Hot wet flesh sliding in and out of the various openings in the body. MMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMM Goodddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd. (sitting here wearing my crooked halo). Cait I know u could describe it better but thats my version and I'm sticking to it :o)
• questions submitted by contributors (no names) •• Tell us the story of the most challenging (physical, spiritual, moral, artistic, intellectual) exchange you've ever had as an editor.
Most challenging exchange I have ever had is none that I can think of unless it would be trying to decide what to send in for the playpen and what not to send. Some of the stuff I find and receive from other friends can be rather gross and totally disgusting. I try to find things that won't offend others too much hahahahaha. By that I mean some who are not as perverted as I am :o). • Talk about what being an editor gives you that keeps you going from issue to issue despite the above and other challenges you face.
The thing that keeps me going from issue to issue is knowing that some of what I contribute gives someone a bit of a giggle especially if they are having a bad day. We all need to be able to have a laugh each and every day. Laughter is good medicine and it can keep u healthy kind of like an apple a day keeps the doctor away and I know we have all heard that old saying lol. That just made me remember the once a month stewed prunes Mom and Dad used to serve us for dessert on a Sunday to keep us healthy, though we just thought they tasted good. Little did our naive minds, as children know what the prunes were really for. HAHAHAHA sorry was that too much info? • What goes bump in the night, lives in the basement and /or haunts your dreams?
As far as going bump in the night/lives in the basement that would be my downstairs neighbors who like to hammer things to the wall at all hours of the night and scream loud enuff to wake the dead. I wonder what they are hammering to the walls down there hmmmmmmm maybe I should peek through the window sometime.As far as what haunts me in my dreams I have had dreams over and over like the one that follows for many many years
~~~~~~~~RECURRING DREAMS~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~NO 6~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Feeling myself blindfolded
Being led into a darkened room
Strapped to the coldness
Of a stainless steel
Examination table
Feet bare in stirrups
My clothing cut away
With razor sharp implements
Then pulled away from under me
I want to scream but
I dare not for fear of death
Voices of several men
Muffled by the sound of my
Own heartbeat as it races
My hands strapped to the board
With sharp protrusions
That are sticking into my skin
Make me afraid to move
One man moves between my legs
Attaching something to my skin
Sounds of velcro as something
Is placed on my great toes
Another man to the right of me
Making small slits in my skin
And I feel my warm blood flow
Inserts something into the slits
Then taping it to hold it in place
Still I make no sound or movement
Suddenly a swtich goes on
And I feel electrical shocks
Stinging my body all over
I whimper and a tear flows down my cheek
A tongue licks the salty tear from my face
As a hand gently strokes my hair
The man still between my legs
Now rubbing his sex against mine
Suddenly thrusting deep inside
Just as the switch is again turned on
My body twitching - spasming
As he fucks me and we orgasm together
I cry out begging them to stop
Finally over - I lay there crying
Thinking it's finished - tears streaming
NEXT - says he
I awaken arms outstretched
Knees bent - tears on my face • How many pinwheels does it take to start a tornado?
Hmmmmmmmmmm I think but then I could be wrong. Too bad I don't remember any of the science or the physics I learned in school or I could probably come up with a good equation for ya to work out hehehehehe • Jump?
I could if I had a proper jump rope lol. But if someone tried to tell me to I wouldn't ask them how high or how far. I'd more than likely grab my whip and make them do the jumping instead.
Maybe even make them jump through a few flaming hoops before they hooked their collar back to the leash fastened around my ankle. Now u ask urself am I joking? Hmmmmmm what do u think? *WEG* • Is there any subject/object not properly a subject/object of art?
My mind goes blank here. Just not sure how to answer this question. Ask me again in a few years. • What taboos, if any, remain for the artist in general and/or for you personally?
Taboos for me personally at this time none but then someday I may find one thing that I wouldn't do or wouldn't allow done • What are your top three artistic priorities?
1) Sex
2) Sex
3) Sex • Tell us what makes you melt and why.
My husbands tongue when he starts at my mouth and ends on my clit. After 20 minutes there I feel as though I am leaving my body and floating on a spiritual realm. Then suddenly drawn back to find myself digging my nails into the bedding or the back of his head. And the rest of the sex that follows brings us to mutual orgasmic pleasures like
~~~~~~~~PASSION'S FLAMES~~~~~~~~~
The light in your eyes dances sweetly
As you trace my lips with your thumbs
And become lost in my eyes - entranced
Gently you press your lips to mine
Feeling the warmth of my skin
Butterfly kisses on my cheek
With your long lashes
Fingers on my spine
Memorizing every curve
I shudder at your touch
As you embrace my trembling body
Wanting to feel your lips on mine
I turn to look into your eyes
Biting my lower lip gently as you
Run your fingers through my long brown hair
Taking my hand - kissing it softly
Then place it upon your chest so
That I may feel it beat - skip a beat
Smiling - I take your chin in hand
Bringing your face up so
That I might look into your eyes
Placing your lips on mine
Drinking from me as if I were wine
Daring to slide your hand up my thigh
Tasting your lips feeling your touch
I tremble inside as you
Probe my mouth with your tongue
Nestling between my thighs
Kissing my neck proceeding downward
To your destination - intoxicated by my sweet skin
My breathing quickens as my heart races
My heartbeat echoes through you
Licking my navel as your fingers
Glide along my inner thigh
Reaching your final destination
Inhaling my sweet scent
Breathing your hot breath between my thighs
Tongue parting my lips tasting my moisture
Melting from your lips and tongue
As you grip my thighs sliding your tongue inside
Teeth gently nibbling at me
Moving your body now upward
Slowly entering my warm wetness
Then slamming repeatedly into me
Pinning my arms to the bed
I totally submit myself to you
A harmony of motion becoming one
Orgasmic waves overtaking me as
Wet waves of heaven
We reach sweet oblivion
Trembling - biting my neck - gasping - muscles aching
Collapsing together in each other's arms
As passion's flames subside • It's obvious that the idea of community is important to the editors of The-Hold. Talk to us about how this community developed over time and what you see as its future.
Not sure how long ago Cait first told me that she was going to use some of the things I sent to her in The-Hold and that she was giving me my own spot there but I was shocked and thankful. I enjoy being part of The-Hold the people I have dealt with are great. and I have told friends about it who have asked me for the URL not sure if they have signed up to be on the mailing list or not but they seem to keep going back to check it out. I hope to see The-Hold continue on and to see the people there stay with it. I know that I for one anxiously await the new one every month :o). I'd love someday to be able to walk up to a newspaper stand and find a copy of it laying there and see all of our names on it in the list of staff hahahaha wouldn't that be great? |
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