Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Eastern Europe Easter Redux

This is a great fine in Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia, on the decline in the Czech tradition of Easter fertility whippings and the resulting decline in the sale of pomlázkys, the traditional braided willow rods used for the whippings. We read from The Prague Post:

The Prague Post reports on Tradition takes a whipping

Based on shopkeepers’ reports, there may not be much pomlázka whipping going on this year.

Or maybe it’s just the bad weather putting a damper on sales of the braided willow sticks, according to kiosk proprietors selling them at Easter markets in Old Town Square and Wenceslas Square. … The pagan fertility rite of whipping women to keep them fertile and beautiful on Easter Monday actually dates to the Middle Ages. Boys and men go from house to house reciting Easter rhymes to get treats such as chocolate, eggs and shots of slivovice. …

Easter Monday

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Easter Monday is the day after Easter Sunday and is celebrated as a holiday in some largely Christian cultures, especially Roman Catholic cultures. Easter Monday in the Roman Catholic liturgical calendar is the second day of the octave of Easter Week. In the Eastern Catholic Byzantine Rite and the Eastern Orthodox Church, Easter Monday is called Bright Monday. In Poland and parts of the United States, Easter Monday is called Dyngus Day.

Dyngus Day or Wet Monday (Polish Śmigus-dyngus or Lany Poniedziałek) is the name for Easter Monday in Poland. In the Czech Republic it is called Velikonoční pondělí or Pomlázka. Both countries practice a unique custom on this day.

In Poland, traditionally, early in the morning boys awake girls by pouring a bucket of water on their head and striking them about the legs with long thin twigs or switches made from willow, birch or decorated tree branches (palmy wielkanocne); however, the earliest documented[citation needed] records of Dyngus Day in Poland are from the 15th century, almost half a millennium after Poland adopted Christianity.

Benedykt Chmielowski in Nowe Ateny cite after “Carolo Berthold” that this ritual was already in custom in 750, 250 years before Poland officially adopted Christianity.

One theory is that Dyngus originates from the baptism on Easter Monday of Mieszko I (Duke of the Polans, c. 935 - 992) in 966 AD, uniting all of Poland under the banner of Christianity. Dualism and “twins” are featured in Slavic pre-Christian paganism. Dyngus and Śmigus were twin pagan gods; the former representing water and the ‘moist’ earth (Dyngus from dyn gus - thin soup or dingen - nature) and the later, representing thunder and lightning (Smigus from Śmigać or to making a whooshing sound). In this theory, the water tradition is the transformation of the pagan water god into the Christian baptism. The custom of pouring water was an ancient spring rite of cleansing, purification, and fertility. It is alleged that the pagan Poles bickered with Nature/Dyngus by means of pouring water and switching with willows to make themselves pure and worthy of the coming year. Others have suggested that the striking tradition is the transformation of the ritual “slap” of Christian confirmation. However, still others suggest that the Smigus tradition is actually simply a youthful recapitulation of a Good Friday Polish tradition, in which parents wake their children with switches from twigs, whispering the words of a Lent prayer “the wounds of God” or “God is wounded” -’bozerani.

Early in the Colombian evolution of the tradition, the Dyngus custom was clearly differentiated from Śmigus: Dyngus was the exchange of gifts (usually eggs, often decorated like pisankas), under the threat of water splashing if one party did not have any eggs ready, while Śmigus referred to the striking.

Later the focus shifted to the courting aspect of the ritual, and young unmarried girls were the only acceptable targets. A boy would sneak into the bedroom of the girl he fancied and awaken her by drenching her with multiple buckets of water. Politics played an important role in proceedings, and often the boy would get access to the house only by arrangement with the girl’s mother.

Throughout the day, girls would find themselves the victims of drenchings and leg-whippings, and a daughter who was not targeted for such activities was generally considered to be beznadziejna (hopeless) in this very coupling-oriented environment.

Most recently, the tradition has changed to become fully water-focused, and the Śmigus part is almost forgotten. It is quite common for girls to attack boys just as fiercely as the boys traditionally attacked the girls. With much of Poland’s population residing in tall apartment buildings, high balconies are favorite hiding places for young people who gleefully empty full buckets of water onto randomly selected passers-by.

Another related custom, unique to Poland is that of sprinkling bowls (garce) of ashes on people (starts men on women) or houses, celebrated a few weeks earlier at the “półpoście.” This custom is almost forgotten, but still practiced on the area around borders of Mazuria and Masovia.

Handmade whip decorated with ribbons called pomlázka

Handmade whip decorated with ribbons called pomlázka

In Slovakia and the Czech Republic, traditionally, early in the morning, boys awake girls by pouring a bucket of water on their head. This practice is possibly connected to a pre-Christian, pagan fertility rite, that seems originated from the similar older customs as the Ancient Roman Lupercalia.

Also, splashing water, and a special handmade whip decorated with ribbons called pomlázka (Slovak: korbáč) is used on females in the morning. The boys usually accompany the whipping with a special Easter carol and then are given a decorated hard-boiled egg (a ribbon, or possibly a snifter of liquor). The girls would reward the boys who sprinkle with coins or Easter eggs. In the afternoon, females can douse males with cold water. In some other parts of Slovakia boys use water or perfume to splash the girls and then girls whip boys on Tuesday.

Easter eggs

Easter eggs

For Easter Monday in Hungary, perfume or perfumed-water is used. The girls would reward the boys who sprinkle with coins or Easter eggs.

Along with Good Friday, Easter Monday is a public holiday in historically-Protestant countries such as Germany, Denmark, Sweden and certain British Commonwealth countries such as Australia. Good Friday and Easter Monday are Bank Holidays in the United Kingdom and in Canada, making a four-day weekend.

Though not largely observed in the United States, the day remains informally observed in some areas such as the state of North Dakota, and some cities in New York, Michigan, and Indiana. Easter Monday was a public holiday in North Carolina from 1935 to 1987.

Traditionally Polish areas of the country such as Chicago observe Easter Monday as Dyngus Day. In the United States, Dyngus Day celebrations are widespread and popular in Buffalo, New York, Wyandotte, Michigan, Hamtramck, Michigan, La Porte and South Bend, Indiana. Wet Monday is also celebrated at Jonathan Edwards College, one of the residential colleges at Yale University, when each year the freshman class storms the college with water weapons, where upperclassmen are ready to defend the college and ensure no one goes home dry.

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Thursday, September 7, 2006

Are nudists exhibitionists?

August 24,2000 PlayGirl (SEXY_CRUISER)   Apr 3, 2006 9:51 pm
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Are nudists exhibitionists?
My belief is not necessarily, because I enjoy walking around my house naked and would never think of standing in the window waiting for someone to see me in the buff.
Or I would never go outside in a non-nudist setting naked.
That’s just not me.
HOWEVER, I don’t mind it if someone looks in my window and catches an approving peek or two.
Especially if that someone is a member of the opposite sex.
Or members in my case, as what follows is a God’s honest completely true to the word story about a group of Catholic School girl voyeurs who will forever be close to my heart.
One spring day about 10 years ago , I was shaving naked in front of my favorite mirror in my bedroom.
It was the first really warm spring day of the year, so I had opened the window completely, leaving only a screen to feel the warm breeze on my naked body.
I had just moved to an apartment that was, unbeknownst to me, a few block away from an all-girls Catholic school in my town.
I found that out, err, the hard way.
As I was finishing my naked shave, I happened to hear some girls talking followed by a giggle from the street .
Thinking not much of it, I continued to shave my face.
Then I heard two giggles. Then a gaggle of giggles.
They were coming from four or five Catholic School girls, who had been watching my naked shave for I don’t know how long.
Since I was on the first floor at street level, the girls had a perfectly close view of my body from the side.
As I turned around, they got their first good view of my sexy cruiser.
“Oh my Gaaawwd,” one said.
“Oh my Gawdd,” said another.
Others giggled.
Sensing this reaction as positive, I wanted so much to signal to them in some manner that I thought it was flattering that they were looking and that they could continue to look.
On the other hand, I did not want to be seen as a pervert –just as someone who was comfortable with my body and didn’t mind females looking at it.
Processing all of these thoughts took no more than two seconds. I took the blue wash cloth that I still had in my hand, smiled at the girls, covered my manhood and mouthed a silent, sheepish, “Sorry” and turned to SLOWLY walk away.
All of a sudden, I heard one girl — I will call her the leader –say in a very firm and loud voice as my backside faded into the distance, “Don’t go. Come back.”
Other voices chimed in as well.
“Don’t go.”
“Please don’t go.”
I felt like a Lead vocalist again in Sexy Cruiser and the Mardi Gras Freaks, All teen boys bottomless go-go rock band, and I was in my Go-Go band coming back for an encore.
I could not resist the requests of these beautiful young girls, no more than 16 or 17.
The leader wasn’t the most beautiful but she was cute and confident.
I liked her very much. As Mrs. Kenny Chesnie once said in Jerry Maguire, you had me at” Don’t go, oh Baby, Don’t GO”. Or something like that.
She then took charge.
“Can we look at your peter?” she asked loudly, smiling.
Peter.
I thought that was a rather quaint way to refer to my penis, but I smiled again and standing full frontal naked no more than 10 feet away as they looked downward, my nod of yes indicated to them that this was a sexual encounter of sorts that was consensual to all involved. I’m not extremely well-hung, maybe slightly above average, but the flirty attention of a member of the opposite sex always gives me at least half a hard-on and accentuates my sexuality.
Each of them got a good look at my sexy cruiser and all of them– a couple of brunettes, a blonde and a redhead, mmmm she was the sexiest– looked at me and smiled approvingly. My leader was a petite brunette.
The head on my shoulders wasn’t the only thing that started to swell.
After a few more giggles and a few more “Oh my Gods” the girls were on their merry way toward the bus stop.
I even heard a couple of “thank yous” before they left.
My only words to them were two: “You’re welcome.”
That was one of only a few days that spring I was home in the afternoon, but I made sure to stand a few feet away from the open window on the other days.
Naked, as usual.
The story must’ve went around the high school because each subsequent time the girls made a special effort to look into my window.
If I could identify my leader, I stood there and waved. She waved back and stared as long as she wanted and her friends did the same.
They would usually walk by in threes and four, maybe fives, but occasionally ones and twos. Each time my smile and friendly wave would be my signal to them that it was OK to look.
One Redhead would come with another girlfriend. One day the Redhead was giving me some flirty, seductive, looks, one thing led to another and I got rock hard.
She poked her girlfriend in the ribs and pointed her to take another look.
“I hope you like it,” I said.
“We do,” she said, smiling even more seductively.
That got my heart beating and turned my half hard-on into a fully blown one.
I then smiled and ever so slightly wiggled my rock-hard penis.
They smiled and giggled.
“Could you do that again?” the Redhead said.
“Do what?” I said, feigning ignorance.
“Wiggle it,” her friend said.
“Please?” the Redhead said.
“I could never resist someone who says please. Sure.”
And I wiggled it again, this time with a little more waggle.
More giggles, more oh my Gods and the girls were off to the bus stop.
There were other packs of girls and, if I could not immediately recognize the faces, I would follow the same coy routine, walking away until they asked me to return.
I felt like a male stripper who didn’t even have to strip. I very much enjoyed the attention of the girls and, to an extent, the love they were showing me with their approving smiles. It never got physical, just visual. And since I was in my own home, I was barely legal. But I knew my limits. I could not go outside or allow them to come in and I adhered to those limits. Nor did I ever touch myself in their presence. Oh, I wanted to but never did.
Technically, they were the peeping Tammis and I was the victim, but this would be another unreported “crime.” If they were visually raping me, I was enjoying it.
It never got any farther than those few days that spring, all because I happened to pick that time and that day and that place to shave. I often wonder what they are doing now. I hope they are as happy as they made me back then.
Somehow, I don’t think the experience was traumatizing for them. At least I hope not.
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