Sunday the 4th of November, 2007 at the north Allegheny Unitarian Universalists church:
“What we worship we are becoming.” Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Pastor Dave said that Baptist do adult baptisms. After his Baptist water baptism at the age of 9 when his folk were out one afternoon with the TV off (which it seldom was) he went into the back yard and had an epitome ‘there was no god’. A true religious experience from which he heard the cosmos chuckle.
Some friend of his was told that god was this living being in the sky. For the longest time she wondered what a living “bean” looked like & what it was doing in the sky.
God, what more deeply moves and creates more life. In English “god’. Language, language, language…
Few believe that there’s a venerable looking white man with a beard and purple robe throwing lightning bolts when ever he gets mad. This is how we understand forces about us
‘God’ Nichii declared is dead. Long lives god.
The story of Shiva and the Gobes maidens who tended his flock were paid attention to by Shiva, caressing them, there feet, hands and breasts and even scratching them with his finger nails… All of them felt honored to the point of pride and boastfulness and as an argument broke out Shiva left as in vanished.
Your Ego,
Pride,
Your own private universe.
This is why in the UU church we share in community. We share from where we are. Showing our own gods, living out our calling to see the movement of ‘god” in our universe.
Unfortunately people namely worship this god of Ego, Pride… Who has died and thus religion looses its meaning by doing such things as prosecuting wars built on lies and roomer.
We acknowledge the dead ‘god’ and not the one we put in his place. The ‘stuff,’ ‘man’ and materialism become our new ‘god’. Our true ‘god’…
Here in the old USA, high on Maslow’s hierarchy of needs—
To have, to waste and so on…
Are people here having purposeful and meaningful lives?
This ‘STUFF’, our national ‘god’…
The UU church opens up other possibilities. The purest expression of who we aspire to be, “GOD’ as a resource for a fuller and fulfilling life.
(All power-- all knowing-- all loving-- all present---)
We accept the all-loving part freely.
As that purpose and orientation in our lives-- We cannot get away from ‘GOD.’
There are no reflective Atheists.
Socrates victim a not so vainly examined, then by principles commune with ‘GOD” and see if it resonates the truth, your truth…
As long as you know my name “the power of the universe knows my name.”
Theology is the queen of sciences. Surely the greatest blasphemy is that of veils that something is not ‘god’.
Everything is moving, some say evolution—some say ‘god’.
Animate? To what force is ‘god. Against all reason ‘god’ is animating force of life.
Despite the hot gas and the empty spaces of the cosmos— there is ‘GOD’.
See it—
Feel it—
Live it—
In my hands… in your faces…
We commit to our ‘god’ that grows and lives, to your ‘god and what you name it.
The very end of the world looks like the struggle of the pre-modern, monotheistic gods.
Worship your almighty ‘god,’ the real one creating the world of blessings!
On a personal note this is the poetry of eternal rhyme, true illumination! Illumine me!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
A trip to the Fruit Loop:
On Friday I went to Schenley Park. There I walked around like a predator after fresh meat as the night began to fall. I saw several willing suitors, but honed my attentions after a 26-year-old fellow with dark brown hair and eyes. He kept circling around coming back to where I was working the wooded bushes. He finally came up and sat next to me, absent-mindedly texting on his phone. A bearded graying guy who introduced himself as Sam came up and pissed nearby, showing his manhood in wanton pride. It scared of my brown haired and eyed quarry. Sam stayed a wee bit, then left, as he had wanted a 3-some. After his departure my subject of interest reappeared (this time less into the cell phone). I asked what he was into. He said a little bit of this and that. I offered rimming and fucking, and he eagerly got up, reached for my hand, and said then lets do it. We walked to the parks autumn canopy. He then reached for my cock and I his. I took out a handy towelette, tidied his ass, and took it in my face and munched away. Within moments he was arching his back and holding his man’s love canal open for deeper tonguing all the while moaning and purring like a kitten who got his first taste of milk. Then after much a do he whispered fuck me now. Without further thought I put on a condom and entered him. Slowly at first -- but he arched back and swallowed my cock like a water starved man in a desert. I was in him. What a wonder feeling like none that I can adequately describe it joy. I held his hands crossed his chest; he begged to touch himself, but I said wait and see where this goes. I thrusted in and out his ass hungrily cuming back for each assault with fervor. Soon I had him shooting his wad; then I offered to evacuate his ass but he finally spoke above a whisper and said please no. Soon I was filling the latex sleeve with my own jizz. I pulled out then and tidied him once more and again ate hungrily at his rosy ass hole. He was hard again; this time I let him jack off as I ate with abandon. I went to fuck him once more but was too late. He had shot again. We exchanged cell numbers, and as he left he texted me thanks for one of the best experience that he had ever had. And Alan was gone.
The next fellow that I had pleasure with was Arabic looking; he said his name was Armond. I said voulez vous couchez avec moi? Ma oui was his response. And I was at it again. Tidying and eating man ass and soon fucking the dark swarthy Lebanese guy. His dick was dark and comely, smaller than the first but still thick and ample for my needs. I fucked and stroked his cock as we came moments apart. I was about to pull out, but he asked me to stay inside him until I was flaccid. I did, but his spincter muscles got me hard again, then we were at it again. This time I came first then turned him around and gobbled up his balls as he shot the second time.
Then I met an older fellow, but was too spent and too glad that I had had those two men. Satisfied, I walked out of the fruit loop as I was meeting up with friends in Squirrel Hill.
My evening was all but complete except for the happy and leisurely walk to Chris’s. There,
I visited and went online to check out a few things such as a message from Little John in West Virginia. Excited at the offer to visit for a week and fuck John as often as he’d allow. I was hard and ready for more.
I put in a new ad in craigslist and checked adam4adam and had three bites and one in daddyhunt.com. My housemate, Max, and I left around midnight and stopped at the grocery store where I purchased some staples for breakfast and a late night supper. I cooked some Asian cabbages and yellow squash with mushrooms, onions and peppers with rice noodle pad thai. Afternoon the next day, I made Johnny cakes with real maple syrup. Chris came by to help move furniture around in Max’s room and brought him a new old computer
.
On Friday I went to Schenley Park. There I walked around like a predator after fresh meat as the night began to fall. I saw several willing suitors, but honed my attentions after a 26-year-old fellow with dark brown hair and eyes. He kept circling around coming back to where I was working the wooded bushes. He finally came up and sat next to me, absent-mindedly texting on his phone. A bearded graying guy who introduced himself as Sam came up and pissed nearby, showing his manhood in wanton pride. It scared of my brown haired and eyed quarry. Sam stayed a wee bit, then left, as he had wanted a 3-some. After his departure my subject of interest reappeared (this time less into the cell phone). I asked what he was into. He said a little bit of this and that. I offered rimming and fucking, and he eagerly got up, reached for my hand, and said then lets do it. We walked to the parks autumn canopy. He then reached for my cock and I his. I took out a handy towelette, tidied his ass, and took it in my face and munched away. Within moments he was arching his back and holding his man’s love canal open for deeper tonguing all the while moaning and purring like a kitten who got his first taste of milk. Then after much a do he whispered fuck me now. Without further thought I put on a condom and entered him. Slowly at first -- but he arched back and swallowed my cock like a water starved man in a desert. I was in him. What a wonder feeling like none that I can adequately describe it joy. I held his hands crossed his chest; he begged to touch himself, but I said wait and see where this goes. I thrusted in and out his ass hungrily cuming back for each assault with fervor. Soon I had him shooting his wad; then I offered to evacuate his ass but he finally spoke above a whisper and said please no. Soon I was filling the latex sleeve with my own jizz. I pulled out then and tidied him once more and again ate hungrily at his rosy ass hole. He was hard again; this time I let him jack off as I ate with abandon. I went to fuck him once more but was too late. He had shot again. We exchanged cell numbers, and as he left he texted me thanks for one of the best experience that he had ever had. And Alan was gone.
The next fellow that I had pleasure with was Arabic looking; he said his name was Armond. I said voulez vous couchez avec moi? Ma oui was his response. And I was at it again. Tidying and eating man ass and soon fucking the dark swarthy Lebanese guy. His dick was dark and comely, smaller than the first but still thick and ample for my needs. I fucked and stroked his cock as we came moments apart. I was about to pull out, but he asked me to stay inside him until I was flaccid. I did, but his spincter muscles got me hard again, then we were at it again. This time I came first then turned him around and gobbled up his balls as he shot the second time.
Then I met an older fellow, but was too spent and too glad that I had had those two men. Satisfied, I walked out of the fruit loop as I was meeting up with friends in Squirrel Hill.
My evening was all but complete except for the happy and leisurely walk to Chris’s. There,
I visited and went online to check out a few things such as a message from Little John in West Virginia. Excited at the offer to visit for a week and fuck John as often as he’d allow. I was hard and ready for more.
I put in a new ad in craigslist and checked adam4adam and had three bites and one in daddyhunt.com. My housemate, Max, and I left around midnight and stopped at the grocery store where I purchased some staples for breakfast and a late night supper. I cooked some Asian cabbages and yellow squash with mushrooms, onions and peppers with rice noodle pad thai. Afternoon the next day, I made Johnny cakes with real maple syrup. Chris came by to help move furniture around in Max’s room and brought him a new old computer
.
we are preditors, preditors of need:
His name was Owen. He is only 19 years old, but hey that’s legal, right. So we hooked up for the afternoon. Long and lean, tan, blue eyed and strawberry haired, we walked to the nearest alley; there was sought sanctuary in its recesses for our appetites to be quenched. As usual, I tidied him up with a disposable wipe then attached his ass with my mouth. Munch, munch, he cooed at my administrations. I worked his perineum and balls then back to his love cove. Soon he was arching back for more. I had my jeans open and was jacking on my throbbing member. Precum oozed from the slit of my cock. I circled it with my fingers & offered him a taste. Oh, god I ready he said as he released my fingers from his hot mouth. I put on the necessary rubber and entered him from the rear after lubing it up. It slid in like streak lightening he pressed back to receive me. “Oh, yeah fuck me!” he said. And I did. He legs were spread wide due to his ample height. I had his cock in my hand stroking it with abandon. We were riding the sails to ecstasy. Long slow strokes I took. Each time his ass arched back as if begging for more. Deeper he whispered. I forced his shoulders down and complied with due haste. After the long slow fucking, we were cumming. He shot on his face due to its proximity or to the ample load he shot; I am not sure. I lingered until my cock went soft and slid out by the churning muscles of his ass. He pulled up his pants and said thanks, “that was really hot.” We kissed. Me tasting some of his cum still on his face. I zipped my jeans. He asked, “Can we do this again soon?” Sure, I said with a smile and reached in my pocket and gave him one of my cards with cell number and information i.e. my blog. Told him to read it soon, as I’d be writing a wee note about this. Can hardly wait he said with a lingering kiss good bye. As I walked once more to Chris’s. He phoned me and said how about Wednesday. I gave him my address and wondered about our next meeting getting hard once more.
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