Disclosure

Parliament

Posted on October 13, 2007 at 8:09 pm by Galina

When they ask me what confession or political orientation I have, I reply I have none. As wisdom of meditation is to be higher than any concept or idea, my personal wisdom is to belong to any nationality, any political group, and to none in particular. Visiting meetings of Graz Baptists, Mormons, communists, new-Nazi, Greens and lesbians, I tried for a while to be in their skin, but only for a while. Remarkable characters � what I try to comprehend- can be found anywhere.

But my unusual interest in Graz politics had one more simple explanation. Politics is made mostly be men. And though I curse men and often punish them in my thoughts, I like them also very much. I am fond of their figures with slim hips, of their sincere reactions and their type of intellect. I find even smell of their arm-pits more pleasant than that of women. There is also something innocent in how they walk and munch food. Women lack of this innocence, because they exaggeratedly try to be attractive.

When I was sitting in Graz Landhaus during parliament sessions and looked at persons passing by, I thought that men normally have two zones of self-declare. It is not about size of their penis. It is about lower back of their head and their ass.

Right in front of me KP� and Gr�nen fractions were placed, and for many hours I had nothing to do except study backsides of their representatives. Men of these fractions kept their heads in such way that you got hint they were lacking real political power within assembly. Chairs of �VP were located at the left side, and I could study faces of its men only in profile.

My visits to parliament were not unnoticed. Now and then I caught inquisitive glance. There were periods when I shared public chairs only with old woman in red cap, who dozed during sittings.

Once in the middle of session I went to toilet, wanting to look at myself in the mirror of parliament WC.

Graz parliament toilet was surprisingly poor. WC was cramped, not very clean and lacked some normal facilities, besides it was constructed in such way that both genders were to use common entrance, after what ladies would climb small stair to women�s cabins.

I just smoothed the wrinkles of my black mini dress with nothing underneath and stepped on stair leading outside, when door opened, and one of politicians, whose photo could be found within my websites, appeared at threshold.

He wanted pi-pi. And obviously was in great need after a few hours of debates. He was keeping his hand already at the level of his zip fly and made a few hurried steps forward.

Then he suddenly caught the sight of me at the stair and gave a start. My nude legs were disposed exactly in front of his face. He made a few steps more

on pure inertia and reached urinal cabin, but then turned and dashed to exit

as quick as mouse pursued by cat. He slammed the door behind him with rapidity of horror escape.

Poor thing! I hope his bladder was not damaged.

I looked at myself in mirror and saw the woman roar with laughter there.

Parliament virgins older than 50 are afraid to look funny and also they are afraid to be raped.

[tags]Graz KP�, Graz Gr�nen, Graz �VP[/tags]

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