What is up with screaming?

[davtsung]

Originally Posted by ThornOfTheBlood

That is illegal, and a cardable offense.

Oh yeah it is. IMHO give them the plague card Man I'm vindictive today.

[Victor]

I'd never experienced a need to scream before, either. I'd been in a series of inconsequential fencing relationships -- you know, when you pick up a competitor at a local gym and you go back to your salle to fence a few bouts with him, and he promises to call the next day but you never hear from him again. I think my longest, monogamous fencing partnership lasted six months before he moved to a club in Dallas, but we both knew it wouldn't last.

Then I met The One. He was a fencer who really seemed to care about my needs, who took the time to disengage with finesse and counter-attack with grace. I've never been drawn into a feint-in-time tactic as subtle as his. And he urged me to explore my own feints as well so I'd start to feel more comfortable and open with my blade. I don't know if I can explain it adequately enough, but I felt like the two of us *connected* on the strip. And one day, during a particularly long and luxurious period of bouting, when I was totally relaxed, it finally happened: I screamed.

Oh. My. Gawd. Such a scream it was. He had been taking me through the tactics wheel -- a simple attack, a parry-riposte, a counter-attack ... and before I knew it, I'd reached the Point of No Return, around the "Big O" of the wheel back to a simple attack. He reached out and touched me in that very sensitive spot, immediately above my right nipple inside my guard, scoring a point, and I was finally able to let go. I screamed and screamed and screamed until I thought I'd pass out. Afterward, we tenderly shook hands.

Well. Anyway. ... I guess what I'm trying to say is that if you haven't been able to scream yet, it's probably because you haven't found the right opponent.

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[fluidfencer]

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I could never explain why I just screamed in laughter to my co-workers.

I need a cigarette.

Originally Posted by Victor

I'd never experienced a need to scream before, either. I'd been in a series of inconsequential fencing relationships -- you know, when you pick up a competitor at a local gym and you go back to your salle to fence a few bouts with him, and he promises to call the next day but you never hear from him again. I think my longest, monogamous fencing partnership lasted six months before he moved to a club in Dallas, but we both knew it wouldn't last.

Then I met The One. He was a fencer who really seemed to care about my needs, who took the time to disengage with finesse and counter-attack with grace. I've never been drawn into a feint-in-time tactic as subtle as his. And he urged me to explore my own feints as well so I'd start to feel more comfortable and open with my blade. I don't know if I can explain it adequately enough, but I felt like the two of us *connected* on the strip. And one day, during a particularly long and luxurious period of bouting, when I was totally relaxed, it finally happened: I screamed.

Oh. My. Gawd. Such a scream it was. He had been taking me through the tactics wheel -- a simple attack, a parry-riposte, a counter-attack ... and before I knew it, I'd reached the Point of No Return, around the "Big O" of the wheel back to a simple attack. He reached out and touched me in that very sensitive spot, immediately above my right nipple inside my guard, scoring a point, and I was finally able to let go. I screamed and screamed and screamed until I thought I'd pass out. Afterward, we tenderly shook hands.

Well. Anyway. ... I guess what I'm trying to say is that if you haven't been able to scream yet, it's probably because you haven't found the right opponent.

[Victor]

Heck, I giggled, too.