As promised to a friend:

"The socialogical and intimate lives of lesbian Gummi bears"

Gummi Poontang

In an interesting idea of improv by a little girl who shall remain nameless to protect My identity (smirks) we wil discuss the ins and outs of this hidden group of sugary deviants.

When one opens a package of Gummi bears, do we notice them in thier secret embraces, spooning one another. One on top of the other in some orgy of colored playmates. 69, pulling the train, and in seeing this, do the male Gummi bears get jealous, do they intend to try and interfere in this celebrated ritual of candied animals? Are they denyed companionship and scorned by the opposite confectionary sex?

Imagine if you will, a couple of bears, Gummi of course, in wedded bliss. Can we expect to see future Gummies to be born, to carry on the linage before them? Does this in some way prevent the future of those little bears of colored gelatin from being fullfilled strictly to satisfy the needs and desires of rebels in thier midst? The poor, yearning of boy Gummies, seeing the prancing beauty which can never be theirs. Such is life.

Seeing them in intimate stickyness, bound in glucose embraces, reveling in the mystery of it all, the bears reflect the innocent sweetness of youth, and the colorful deviousness of sexual freedom and exploration.......bound to a gooey orgasm in the mouth of the one who sacrifices them to a greater purpose, watching a movie. But the story doesnt always end there, set loose upon the world, fallen fron the plastic prison where they were born...they roam freely clinging to one another, or the bottom of someones shoe. it is as they say, a tragic exsitance, but not without its rewards. On that note, I will conclude this little tale for now, perhaps to be continued at another time.....

A future thesis might be entitled:

"closet anarchists, and the dogs who lick them"