sell your ride
post your service
sell your stuff
post your class
browse all jobs
post a job
homes for sale
for sale by owner
post your listing
If you're looking for "I Spys," dating or LTRs, this is your scene.
If you're looking for full-on kink or group play, you'll get what you need here.
Reading Thomas William Hibler's comment about how members of the Vermont Democratic referred to Sen. David Zuckerman rather derisively as "The Ponytail" left me felling a mixture of amusement and outrage. Amusement because it was the late Seven Days columnist Peter Freyne who gave Zuckerman his nickname, "Ponytail Dave" -- and Zuckerman took it as a tongue-in-cheek compliment. Outrage because there are some Democrats of a certain age who seem to have a problem with people whose appearance reminds them of who they were and what they did in the '60s and '70s (Read: Hippies). Too bad.
Fusion politics are not unique to Vermont. Just look across Lake Champlain to New York, where there have been fusion tickets between the Democratic and Liberal parties for decades. Likewise in New York, there have been fusion tickets between the Republican and Conservative parties (Although that alliance was strained in 1968 by James Buckley, who, running exclusively as a Conservative, defeated both Democrat Richard Ottinger and incumbent Republican Charles Goodell for the state's junior U.S. Senate seat. Ironically, Goodell, in an extremely rare occurrence in New York politics, also ran as the Liberal Party nominee).
I loved reading Mark Davis' report on the Rainbow Gathering near Mount Tabor ("Happy Campers," June 29). Having been to four previous Rainbow Gatherings since 1985, the traditional Rainbow greeting -- "Welcome Home!" -- had special meaning for me this year, as this was my first Rainbow Gathering in my home state, having lived in Vermont for 22 years; I still haven't quite come down from the emotional and spiritual high I experienced at the Gathering's Peace Circle on the Fourth of July.
I'm a 63-year-old African-American who came of age during the heyday of the original "flower children" of the late '60s and early '70s. The hippies I first encountered at New York's Washington Square Park in Greenwich Village as a 17-year-old in the summer of 1970 forever altered the course of my life; I've been a hippie in my heart and soul ever since.
It was at the 1985 Rainbow Gathering in Missouri that I met a gay French-Canadian Rainbow from Montreal with whom I had a relationship that lasted 21 years until we amicably parted in 2006. At this year's Gathering, I reconnected with a friend I had not seen in 20 years, a friend whom I had a huge crush on -- and, unbeknownst to me 20 years ago, had an equally huge crush on me.
And although I've never had children, I nonetheless came face to face during the Peace Circle with a young man who bore such an uncanny resemblance to my teen-aged self that I was overwhelmed with the feeling that he could have been my son -- or even my grandson, as he was just 18.
There's a reason why they're called the Rainbow Family. And I thank God they're still here after almost half a century.
Could the CCTA and/or the striking bus drivers union be sued for damages by stranded passengers who lose their jobs because they could not get to work as a result of the strike? The article makes no mention of this.