FINDING NEMO - TRANSPORTED FROM UNMOD FORUM
The film is pure eye candy from the critter who had ink bladder control problems, to visually spectacular life on a coral reef.
We should all find the precious Nemo within all of us.
This post includes a discussion thread of experiences around the film:
I couldn't sleep------
7/27/03 @2:30 am SOMETIMES I JUST LOVE MY DARK
SENSE OF HUMOR.IF YOU HAVN'T SEEN THE ANIMATED FILM,
"FINDING NEMO" THEN THIS WON'T MAKE SENSE
AND YOU PROBABLY SHOULDN'T BOTHER TO READ ON-----
I was lying awake tonight because my mind began racing-
It raced about salsa rythms and how osteo arthritis
and spinal stenosis are wreaking havoc on my style.
Bargaining stages of mourning, the loss of my youthful
physical powers, and not being able to do my full repetoire
of all the cool moves I used to be able to do by saying.
"If I just keep up my exercises etc...." However I do still
get attention and verbalized praise.
Recently I have been recieving recognition or attention
from aparently a large audience of women and respect
for my skills from men.
The highest compliments I have ever been paid came in
the form of statements from drummers saying they
kept their beat by following my rythm, or from reactions
when people hear me speak english and they realize i'm not
from Cuba. I do dance with an energy that eminates from
my soul, and because of that I feel very vulnerable. It is
also an extention of our lovemaking that is modified for
public viewing.
The attention from women I crave but my mother was
one of my perpetrators, and I just feel wary when I do
get that attention.
Freud and also the author Shengold in his book, "Soul Murder"
talk about all children wanting to feel special, and woe to
the victim of his mother's special attention that no one
should have to endure and the self destruct course the
victim tends to take.
In the movie Finding Nemo seagulls were portrayed as
pure narcicisstic eating machines that knew only one
word when they saw food on the hoof,
"Mine."
And that each gull was totally unaware of the gull next to him
and the countless number of other seagulls that were also saying, "Mine. "
"Mine." "Mine. " "Mine." "Mine." "Mine." "Mine." "Mine." "Mine."
All were saying that one word on into infinity.
There was one scene when a pellican was trying to get
information from a reluctant crab so he threaten it by
grabbing the crab with his beak and lifting him high
and waving him over his head so he could be fully visible,
exposed and vulnerable to a full audience of stunned,
ever hungry, seagulls that were each saying, "Mine."
"Mine." "Mine." "Mine." "Mine." "Mine." "Mine." "Mine."
"Mine." "Mine."
So as I was laying awake in the dark, rhuminating about
all the wanted but scary attention I was getting from
all those women, they all suddenly all became
representatives of my narcissistic mother and they
suddenly were a sea of gulls saying, "Mine.""Mine.""Mine."
"Mine.""Mine." "Mine.""Mine.""Mine.""Mine.""Mine.""Mine."
And I was a large peice of meat hoofing it, and dangling
myself before them.
I almost burst out laughing when the image came to
mind of all these seagulls, but I didn't want to wake
my wife so I stiffeled it.
The movie was no where near about incest, but
leave it to me to turn it into one.
It was a charming one about the love between a
father and son. That was all I needed to get
triggered. My eyes puddled many times during
the show.
https://www.malesurvivor.org/cgi-local/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic;f=26;t=000089
We should all find the precious Nemo within all of us.
This post includes a discussion thread of experiences around the film:
I couldn't sleep------
7/27/03 @2:30 am SOMETIMES I JUST LOVE MY DARK
SENSE OF HUMOR.IF YOU HAVN'T SEEN THE ANIMATED FILM,
"FINDING NEMO" THEN THIS WON'T MAKE SENSE
AND YOU PROBABLY SHOULDN'T BOTHER TO READ ON-----
I was lying awake tonight because my mind began racing-
It raced about salsa rythms and how osteo arthritis
and spinal stenosis are wreaking havoc on my style.
Bargaining stages of mourning, the loss of my youthful
physical powers, and not being able to do my full repetoire
of all the cool moves I used to be able to do by saying.
"If I just keep up my exercises etc...." However I do still
get attention and verbalized praise.
Recently I have been recieving recognition or attention
from aparently a large audience of women and respect
for my skills from men.
The highest compliments I have ever been paid came in
the form of statements from drummers saying they
kept their beat by following my rythm, or from reactions
when people hear me speak english and they realize i'm not
from Cuba. I do dance with an energy that eminates from
my soul, and because of that I feel very vulnerable. It is
also an extention of our lovemaking that is modified for
public viewing.
The attention from women I crave but my mother was
one of my perpetrators, and I just feel wary when I do
get that attention.
Freud and also the author Shengold in his book, "Soul Murder"
talk about all children wanting to feel special, and woe to
the victim of his mother's special attention that no one
should have to endure and the self destruct course the
victim tends to take.
In the movie Finding Nemo seagulls were portrayed as
pure narcicisstic eating machines that knew only one
word when they saw food on the hoof,
"Mine."
And that each gull was totally unaware of the gull next to him
and the countless number of other seagulls that were also saying, "Mine. "
"Mine." "Mine. " "Mine." "Mine." "Mine." "Mine." "Mine." "Mine."
All were saying that one word on into infinity.
There was one scene when a pellican was trying to get
information from a reluctant crab so he threaten it by
grabbing the crab with his beak and lifting him high
and waving him over his head so he could be fully visible,
exposed and vulnerable to a full audience of stunned,
ever hungry, seagulls that were each saying, "Mine."
"Mine." "Mine." "Mine." "Mine." "Mine." "Mine." "Mine."
"Mine." "Mine."
So as I was laying awake in the dark, rhuminating about
all the wanted but scary attention I was getting from
all those women, they all suddenly all became
representatives of my narcissistic mother and they
suddenly were a sea of gulls saying, "Mine.""Mine.""Mine."
"Mine.""Mine." "Mine.""Mine.""Mine.""Mine.""Mine.""Mine."
And I was a large peice of meat hoofing it, and dangling
myself before them.
I almost burst out laughing when the image came to
mind of all these seagulls, but I didn't want to wake
my wife so I stiffeled it.
The movie was no where near about incest, but
leave it to me to turn it into one.
It was a charming one about the love between a
father and son. That was all I needed to get
triggered. My eyes puddled many times during
the show.
https://www.malesurvivor.org/cgi-local/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic;f=26;t=000089