Passion = Truth? How Jeffrey James Francis Ircink Sees The World? I love when people are passionate about something. That surging of emotion is the one honest measure of what truth is. It's a truthful display of how a person really feels about something or someone at that particular moment. That passion IS truth.



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Greendale, Wisconsin, United States
Ex-producer of THE REALLY FUNNY HORNY GOAT INTERNATIONAL SHORT FILM FESTIVAL, playwright, actor, singer, outdoorsman, blogger, amateur photog, observer & bitcher, Beach Boys groupie, Brett Favre fanatic, lover of everything Celtic and forever a member in the Tribe of HAIR. Spent most of my life in the Village of Waterford, a small town just outside of the Milwaukee suburbs. After 12 years in North Hollywood, Bel Air and Culver City, Cali, I moved back to Wisconsin in September 2009. No regrets - of moving to LA OR moving back to WI. Have traveled to Belfast, Ireland, Dayton (OH), Manhattan, Seattle, Cedar Rapids, New York, Miami and Sydney, Australia with my plays. Moved back into the Village of Greendale where I was born. Life is good.

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Wednesday, April 30, 2008

The nipple.

Geezuz...it's a nipple! No - things are not so slow around PASSION = TRUTH, that I'm left relegated to writing about female anatomy. Maybe it's because I'll soon be Up North in Wisconsin on my fishing trip - devoid of any females to look at (any worth mentioning, that is).

Anyway I'm trying to wrap my head around the whole concept of why, when the nipple makes it's appearance, suddenly "show's over". I mean, a woman can stand bare-breasted, covering her nipples with a couple fingers and everything's copacetic. Remove the fingers and BAM! - ya got porn...or at least an R rating in a movie.

It a fleshy protrusion with little bumps around it. What's the big deal? Someone please explain it to me.

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