Sunday, December 28, 2008
my yule - satyrnalia...
Raven had just left from the 2-man heart circle at my place which as more of get acquainted time for the two of us. I needed ritual so I set about casting a circle: air - Raphael, fire – Michael, water – Gabriel, and earth – Ureal… Tossing out the first sword in the tarot deck I came a cross – the ten of swords, then the first wand – the three of wands… and so on… page of cups and ace of pentacles. Then I placed a bead of gold upon ten of swords, a copper bead upon the three of wands, silver on the page of cups and ebony upon the ace of pentacles. I lit a yellow candle placing it in the east, then red, then blue then black. Chanting in Enochian then names of the angles I cast my circle. I walked around with a smug stick of sage and lavender then a bigger red candle that raven had given me I walked about the circle, then water then salt from a clay disc with a pentagram on it. I signed in American Sign Language, bird, lion, fish and ground hog. I called upon Demeter, placing salt into a chalice of water with Kava Kava. Celebrating the wealth of body and my newly departed friend. Then I reveled in my own emotions a wee sad my determination not daunted. Then I meditated on being AWAKE, and awakening my inner muse. Then I reconsidered my resolution to stop hosting heart circles after January if the attendance doesn’t improve as I had discussed with Raven. I, a solitary witch ate the oak cake and drank the Kava Kava in Eucharist consecrationary fashion.. I closed the circle as above so below… as within so without… Put out the candles and went out to dump the crumbs of the oak cakes and the last of the drink to Hestia. As I was entering my apartment, Chris, my Asian fuck buddy, arrived unannounced. “Are you free?” He asked, “I tried calling but there was no answer on your cell.” “Sure this is just what I need on Yule/Saturnalia.” So, we walked up the stairs to the foyer to my apartment then the other stairs. I unlocked my door. We anxiously entered. And undressed straight away. We exchanged some pleasantries but knew fucking was what it was all about. I massage his shoulders with Avon’s Haiku body lotion… then his feet and calves and thighs and ass. I rimmed him. He hummed and mumbled his face into the pillow upon the mat where he lied. After some time I inserted a finger, then a second. Reaching for the condom and lube I made the ready to fuck him. I took my latex covered cock and smeared the lube with it on his ass hole, back and forth then in circular motions. He kept arching his ass up eager for the entry of my cock. I finally slowly slid the head in then ever so slowly it crept further and further in until his ass was against my pubic bone. I pull out just as slowly as I had entered, again and again. He whimpered “faster” and I compensated by slowly increasing my technique to satisfy his yearnings. Soon I was pumping in and out pausing only on reentry into his warm, wet love canal. I did a reach around and started to jerk him as I satisfied my own primeval needs. I started to cum as my body shuddered and he came as I buried my cock to the base of his ass waiting to get soft in that position. But true to their advertising, the little blue pill I had taken upon entering the apartment with Chris - kept me stiff. I took his cum and smeared it into the cauldron still on the small Egyptian coffee table and emptied my condom there as well. Then I continued fucking him, soon he was hard again… When finished we read the Hymn to Pan by A. Crowley I poured some wine for us & poured a little grain alcohol into the cauldron and ignited it. We sipped the wine and watched the fire burn slowly out. As it burned I continued to massage him. Then put on a latex glove and played with his ass some more, finger, by finger by finger by finger until I had my hand inside him, he came the third time as my hand went in and out of him. This is as he says his ultimate pleasure. After he had time to recover he got up. I picked up the slightly soiled sheet and placed it in the hamper. We cuddled in our clothes listening to Celtic music on a CD as I played along with my harp. “You know for a witch you really are an angel.” He whispered into my neck as he added, “I’ve gotta go, tomorrow is a work day for me.” I helped him into his coat and kissed him good bye at my door and then journaled, meditated and crocheted until the sun cam up in my apartment window… the first sun light after the solstice…
Friday, November 28, 2008
the GoldenVerse of Pythagoras
Interpreted by Althea Northage-Orr
Pay honor first to the Immortal Gods,
As order hath established Their Choirs;
Reverence the Oath,
The Heroes great and good
Revere thou next,
and earth’s good Geniuses, paying honor as are due.
Honor thy parents and thy next of kin;
Of others – make the Virtuous thy friends;
yeild to their gentle word, their timely acts,
nor for a petty fault take back your love.
Bear what thou canst;
Power cometh at one’s need.
Know this for truth, and learn to conquer theses:
Thy belly first, sloth, luxury and rage.
Do nothing base with others or alone;
and above all things, thine own self respect.
Next practice justice in thy word and deed
and learn to act unreasonably in naught;
but know that all must die.
wealth comes and goes—
Of ills the Goddess Fortune gives to us
bear meekly thy lot,
nor grieve at it,
but cure it as thou canst.
Remember this:
Fate gives the least of evil to the Good.
Many the reasonings that on our ears fall,
both good & bad..
admire not all of such,
nor shun them neither.
If one speaks false be calm.
And practice ever this that I now say:
let no one’s word or deed seduce thee
to do or say, nothing not in thy best good.
First think, then act,
Lest foolish be thy deed.
Unhappy are those who thoughtless act and speak.
And that which vexes do not do,
Do nothing you do not understand;
and learn to love what is good,
then sweet will be thy life.
Nor should you your body’s health neglect,
But give it food and drink
and exercise in measure,
that is, to cause it no distress.
Decent without van show thy way of life;
By unmeet expenses like one who envious make
Nor niggard be: In all the Mean is best.
Do that which cannot harm thee.
When first thou doth from soothing sleep uprise
Hasten about thy day’s intended work;
Nor suffer sleep to fall on thy soft lids
Till thrice thou hast each act of the day recalled.
How have I sinned? What done?
What duty misses?
Go through them first to last,
And if they seem good rejoice,
If evil, reproach thyself.
Toil at and practice this: this must thou love,
This to the path of Heavenly Virtue leads.
By the One who gave us the Tetractys to our soul.
Fount of Eturnal Nature this I swear; begin thy work,
first having prayed to the Gods to accomplish it.
Thou, having mastered this,
That essence of God and mortal men shalt know
Which all things permeates and all obey.
And thou shalt know that Law have established
the inner nature of all things alike.
And thou shalt know for what cannot be,
Nor aught that is impossible shall escape thee.
Thou shalt know
Self - chosen are the woes that fall us.
How wretched! For we see not good so near
Nor hearken to its voice – few only know the pathways of Deliverance from Ill!
For Fate doth blind us all,
who up and down,
with countless woes are carried by her wheel,
and bitter strife companions us
and does us secret harm.
Provoke it not, O Humans!
But only yield and in yielding find escape.
O Father Zeus, t’would free from countless ills
Did thou but show what Genius works in each!
But courage! We are the children of the Gods,
and sacred Nature all things hid reveals.
And if the Mysteries have part in thee
thou shall prevail in all bade thee do,
and thoroughly cured,
shall save thy soul from toil.
Eat not the foods prescribed,
And use discretion in lustral rites
And the freeing of thy soul.
Establish high that soul
that best of chairoteers.
and if at length, leaving behind thy body
thus dost come to the free Upper Air,
then shalt thou be
deathless,
divine,
a mortal one no more.
Pay honor first to the Immortal Gods,
As order hath established Their Choirs;
Reverence the Oath,
The Heroes great and good
Revere thou next,
and earth’s good Geniuses, paying honor as are due.
Honor thy parents and thy next of kin;
Of others – make the Virtuous thy friends;
yeild to their gentle word, their timely acts,
nor for a petty fault take back your love.
Bear what thou canst;
Power cometh at one’s need.
Know this for truth, and learn to conquer theses:
Thy belly first, sloth, luxury and rage.
Do nothing base with others or alone;
and above all things, thine own self respect.
Next practice justice in thy word and deed
and learn to act unreasonably in naught;
but know that all must die.
wealth comes and goes—
Of ills the Goddess Fortune gives to us
bear meekly thy lot,
nor grieve at it,
but cure it as thou canst.
Remember this:
Fate gives the least of evil to the Good.
Many the reasonings that on our ears fall,
both good & bad..
admire not all of such,
nor shun them neither.
If one speaks false be calm.
And practice ever this that I now say:
let no one’s word or deed seduce thee
to do or say, nothing not in thy best good.
First think, then act,
Lest foolish be thy deed.
Unhappy are those who thoughtless act and speak.
And that which vexes do not do,
Do nothing you do not understand;
and learn to love what is good,
then sweet will be thy life.
Nor should you your body’s health neglect,
But give it food and drink
and exercise in measure,
that is, to cause it no distress.
Decent without van show thy way of life;
By unmeet expenses like one who envious make
Nor niggard be: In all the Mean is best.
Do that which cannot harm thee.
When first thou doth from soothing sleep uprise
Hasten about thy day’s intended work;
Nor suffer sleep to fall on thy soft lids
Till thrice thou hast each act of the day recalled.
How have I sinned? What done?
What duty misses?
Go through them first to last,
And if they seem good rejoice,
If evil, reproach thyself.
Toil at and practice this: this must thou love,
This to the path of Heavenly Virtue leads.
By the One who gave us the Tetractys to our soul.
Fount of Eturnal Nature this I swear; begin thy work,
first having prayed to the Gods to accomplish it.
Thou, having mastered this,
That essence of God and mortal men shalt know
Which all things permeates and all obey.
And thou shalt know that Law have established
the inner nature of all things alike.
And thou shalt know for what cannot be,
Nor aught that is impossible shall escape thee.
Thou shalt know
Self - chosen are the woes that fall us.
How wretched! For we see not good so near
Nor hearken to its voice – few only know the pathways of Deliverance from Ill!
For Fate doth blind us all,
who up and down,
with countless woes are carried by her wheel,
and bitter strife companions us
and does us secret harm.
Provoke it not, O Humans!
But only yield and in yielding find escape.
O Father Zeus, t’would free from countless ills
Did thou but show what Genius works in each!
But courage! We are the children of the Gods,
and sacred Nature all things hid reveals.
And if the Mysteries have part in thee
thou shall prevail in all bade thee do,
and thoroughly cured,
shall save thy soul from toil.
Eat not the foods prescribed,
And use discretion in lustral rites
And the freeing of thy soul.
Establish high that soul
that best of chairoteers.
and if at length, leaving behind thy body
thus dost come to the free Upper Air,
then shalt thou be
deathless,
divine,
a mortal one no more.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
"homophobia is contagious & homosexuality is not!"
me, my, i all in lower case…
like the icon the fed me reason
rae, susan hayword in "back street"
the arist… the lover… my ideal—
a quiet artist, silent in the corner
sketching in shades of grey…
all eleven—manga or a portrait
or pen & ink with acrylic coloured eyes
on vibrant scrapbook paper
here i am… "touch me, see me, feel me—"
as the pin ball wizard would sing
in silent verses going unheard
can’t you hear my harmonies
against the womyn that influenced me
no GAY icon for me.
i was born too soon…
always a preemie
who lasts too long in a fuck
too eager, sucking the cream
from gods and man
rimming, rimming the eager rosebuds
i shot out of the closet at age 4 or 5
"i had a dream, grams
that i went off to a castle
with a knight
and made babies
living happily ever after."
"but two guy can not have babies, cammie."
"so we’ll adopt a japanese!"
a world traveler
a quiet artist quietly sketching
plucking the strings on my harp
singing silent harmonies
against the verge of life
the cries of life
that swallows you up
and spits you out
in--
lower case letters
c a m e r o n
like the icon the fed me reason
rae, susan hayword in "back street"
the arist… the lover… my ideal—
a quiet artist, silent in the corner
sketching in shades of grey…
all eleven—manga or a portrait
or pen & ink with acrylic coloured eyes
on vibrant scrapbook paper
here i am… "touch me, see me, feel me—"
as the pin ball wizard would sing
in silent verses going unheard
can’t you hear my harmonies
against the womyn that influenced me
no GAY icon for me.
i was born too soon…
always a preemie
who lasts too long in a fuck
too eager, sucking the cream
from gods and man
rimming, rimming the eager rosebuds
i shot out of the closet at age 4 or 5
"i had a dream, grams
that i went off to a castle
with a knight
and made babies
living happily ever after."
"but two guy can not have babies, cammie."
"so we’ll adopt a japanese!"
a world traveler
a quiet artist quietly sketching
plucking the strings on my harp
singing silent harmonies
against the verge of life
the cries of life
that swallows you up
and spits you out
in--
lower case letters
c a m e r o n
Friday, October 10, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Bacchus's Vine, an Old English Poem
To Anacreon in Heav'n, where he sat in full glee,
A few Sons of Harmony sent a petition;
That he their Inspirer and Patron wou'd be;
When this answer arrived from the Jolly Old Grecian;
"Voice, Fiddle, and Flute,No longer be mute,
I'll lend you my name and inspire you to boot,
And besides I'll instruct you like me, to intwine,
The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine.
"The news through Olympus immediately flew;
When Old Thunder pretended to give himself airs.
If these Mortals are suffered their scheme to pursue,
The Devil, a Goddess, will stay above stairs.
"Hark", Already they cry,"In transports of joy,
Away to the Sons of Anacreon we'll fly.
And besides I'll instruct you like me, to intwine,
The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine."
"The Yellow-Haired God and his nine lusty Maids,
From Helion's banks will incontinent flee,
Idalia will boast but of tenantless Shades,
And the bi-forked hill a mere desert will be.
My Thunder no fear on't,Shall soon do it's errand,
And damme I'll swing the Ringleaders I warrant,
I'll trim the young dogs, for thus daring to twine,
The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine.
"Apollo rose up and said, "Pry'thee ne'er quarrel,
Good sing of the Gods with my Vot'ries below:
Your Thunder is useless"--then showing his laurel,
Cry'd "Sic evitable fulmen' you know!
Then over each head My laurels I'll spread
So my sons from your Crackers no mischief shall dread,
While snug in their clubroom, they jovially twine,
The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine.
"Next Momus got up with his risible Phiz
And swore with Apollo he'd cheerfully join-
"The full tide of Harmony still shall be his,
But the Song, and the Catch, and the Laugh, shall be mine.
Then Jove be not jealousOf these honest fellows,
"Cry'd Jove, "We relent since the truth you now tell us;
And swear by Old Styx, that they long shall intwine,
The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine.
"Ye Sons of Anacreon then join hand in hand;
Preserve Unanimity, Friendship, and Love!
'Tis yours to support what's so happily plann'd;
You've the sanction of Gods, and the Fiat of Jove.
While thus we agree,Our toast let it be:
"May our Club flourish Happy, United, and Free!
And long may the Sons of Anacreon intwine,
The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine."
A few Sons of Harmony sent a petition;
That he their Inspirer and Patron wou'd be;
When this answer arrived from the Jolly Old Grecian;
"Voice, Fiddle, and Flute,No longer be mute,
I'll lend you my name and inspire you to boot,
And besides I'll instruct you like me, to intwine,
The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine.
"The news through Olympus immediately flew;
When Old Thunder pretended to give himself airs.
If these Mortals are suffered their scheme to pursue,
The Devil, a Goddess, will stay above stairs.
"Hark", Already they cry,"In transports of joy,
Away to the Sons of Anacreon we'll fly.
And besides I'll instruct you like me, to intwine,
The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine."
"The Yellow-Haired God and his nine lusty Maids,
From Helion's banks will incontinent flee,
Idalia will boast but of tenantless Shades,
And the bi-forked hill a mere desert will be.
My Thunder no fear on't,Shall soon do it's errand,
And damme I'll swing the Ringleaders I warrant,
I'll trim the young dogs, for thus daring to twine,
The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine.
"Apollo rose up and said, "Pry'thee ne'er quarrel,
Good sing of the Gods with my Vot'ries below:
Your Thunder is useless"--then showing his laurel,
Cry'd "Sic evitable fulmen' you know!
Then over each head My laurels I'll spread
So my sons from your Crackers no mischief shall dread,
While snug in their clubroom, they jovially twine,
The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine.
"Next Momus got up with his risible Phiz
And swore with Apollo he'd cheerfully join-
"The full tide of Harmony still shall be his,
But the Song, and the Catch, and the Laugh, shall be mine.
Then Jove be not jealousOf these honest fellows,
"Cry'd Jove, "We relent since the truth you now tell us;
And swear by Old Styx, that they long shall intwine,
The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine.
"Ye Sons of Anacreon then join hand in hand;
Preserve Unanimity, Friendship, and Love!
'Tis yours to support what's so happily plann'd;
You've the sanction of Gods, and the Fiat of Jove.
While thus we agree,Our toast let it be:
"May our Club flourish Happy, United, and Free!
And long may the Sons of Anacreon intwine,
The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's Vine."
Thursday, September 25, 2008
the quiet artist & i meet
He came over for mutual massage & more. We shared artwork - his & mine with each other & laughs. Then I offered the massage I rubbed his wooly body back first, then calves, then thighs… I crept between his legs & massaged his back from between his legs then massaged his bottom. It was a delight. I couldn’t help myself I had to rim his bum hole. It was tidy & sweet. Then I had him turn over & I massaged calves & thighs again. Then sucked his cock. It was hard & at the ready. I took turns sucking licking his nuts & rimming. Then I wet my finger & slid it in his love canal while is sucked his cock until it came in my mouth. He then raised up & offered to massage me. He rubbed my back then my ass which I arched up to his administrations & he then played with my man hole. Then he fucked me slow at first then harder. We changed positions three different times from me face down to doggy style then lastly he fucked me face to face with my legs over my head. I came in his hand gushing a load of white-hot jizz. Then he masturbated cuming all over my cock & balls. We lie together in blissful release side by side cuddling together as only two men can. I massaged him some more then I went to whiz. We chatted for the better part of an hour then he left. I can hardly wait to see him again.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
When the world
Seems to be unfair,
And it seems as though
Nobody seems to care.
When the people you know
Just somehow disappear,
Whom you needed the most
Just left you in tears.
You cry out for someone
But nobody hears,
Longing for the embrace
Of somebody dear.
When you want all the pain
To come to an end,
Just come to me,
I'll be your friend.
Seems to be unfair,
And it seems as though
Nobody seems to care.
When the people you know
Just somehow disappear,
Whom you needed the most
Just left you in tears.
You cry out for someone
But nobody hears,
Longing for the embrace
Of somebody dear.
When you want all the pain
To come to an end,
Just come to me,
I'll be your friend.
Monday, August 25, 2008
something died today...
something died today
hopefully to be reborn
in a new way
through from my chest - torn
one of my dreams
and that is all
the very seams
ripped and fall
something died today
then to be reborn
on this august day
no longer forlorn
rebuild the dreams
no need to play - pretends
no longer fuck buddies it seems
we'll become REAL friends
something was born today
from the ash and fire
in a new way
more than lust and desire
we'll share this dream
from the shadow into the light
it's radiant beam
gleems so bright
thank you. truely thank you, drew.
hopefully to be reborn
in a new way
through from my chest - torn
one of my dreams
and that is all
the very seams
ripped and fall
something died today
then to be reborn
on this august day
no longer forlorn
rebuild the dreams
no need to play - pretends
no longer fuck buddies it seems
we'll become REAL friends
something was born today
from the ash and fire
in a new way
more than lust and desire
we'll share this dream
from the shadow into the light
it's radiant beam
gleems so bright
thank you. truely thank you, drew.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
drew
met thru craig’slist.pgh. he stopped over for a deep tissue shiatsu massage and more…
a creative type - professor at a local university, small in stature, his front was wooly with facial hair, real sexy. a dream made flesh. i gave him a 25 minute massage then we had sex –
i sucked his cock, twicked his tits, rimmed his arse then slid in my index finger just in time for him to cum... what a hot dude. we showered, me soaping him up & scrubbing the lotions off his body (it was hot). we then chatted about his up coming show, and he agreed to set for me for sketches say next wednesday.
i dreamed about him that night. meeting him at my door, kissing him, carrying him to my bed that was covered with rose petals & more foreplay, tit, ball & cock sucking then followed by fucking 6 ways to sunday. i had a wet dream. it had been a long time since that happened.
8/06/08
2 something p.m. today! (wednesday the 13th of august)
he arrived a little later than 2 p.m. but wow!
i looked as tired as he had for casted only having had about 3 hours sleep the night before, all the same he looked hotter that melted butter one could suck off corn on the cob.
i had been cleaning my apartment he was a welcome diversion, eye candy for the heart & soul of a man. i spread out a sheet on the mat on the floor then we undressed. i massaged his shoulders & back, then his calves & thighs before giving into my baser need to rim his handsome tidy ass-- he cooed & i purred as i manipulated his ass with my lips & tongue. it was so good... my thoughts wandered to resolve that dying then & there would have been the ideal & best way to go.
some time later i lifted my head to request hi to turn over to his back/face up. i massaged his hands & arms then his chest paying attention to his erotically attractive nippels, ran my hands down abs massaging then his pubis at this point is engulfed his cock with my mouth...
i emagined the theme to "tatanic" played in my mind like the love thee to my needly found passions. he'd arch up to my oral exercizes then down in sincopated rhythm to the music in my mind. then i rimmed him some more. oh , the utter joy of it--
then he sat up & sucked on my cock then we did 69 side by side then later after more rimming i had hi sit on my face so that i could canyon yodle his love canyon. then i all but begged to fuck him. i was so turned on.
he lay face down -- by the gods he was tight, i was in then pulled out then again the the third time i filled that condom with y hot jizz. i lay on top of him in exquisit bliss.
then i sucked him some more playing with his prostate with y sweet finger. in due haste he shot into my mouth savory cum. we lay side by side that lay like spoons in the silver drawer. i thought "we fit". we showered scrubbing the sex & sweat for each others bodies.
we chatted about me sketching him, about theatre, his holiday last weekend & how i didn't make it to pennsic.
drew, a lover & a friend.
my mind again whirls with imaginings about the next time we get together.
thanks drew...
a creative type - professor at a local university, small in stature, his front was wooly with facial hair, real sexy. a dream made flesh. i gave him a 25 minute massage then we had sex –
i sucked his cock, twicked his tits, rimmed his arse then slid in my index finger just in time for him to cum... what a hot dude. we showered, me soaping him up & scrubbing the lotions off his body (it was hot). we then chatted about his up coming show, and he agreed to set for me for sketches say next wednesday.
i dreamed about him that night. meeting him at my door, kissing him, carrying him to my bed that was covered with rose petals & more foreplay, tit, ball & cock sucking then followed by fucking 6 ways to sunday. i had a wet dream. it had been a long time since that happened.
8/06/08
2 something p.m. today! (wednesday the 13th of august)
he arrived a little later than 2 p.m. but wow!
i looked as tired as he had for casted only having had about 3 hours sleep the night before, all the same he looked hotter that melted butter one could suck off corn on the cob.
i had been cleaning my apartment he was a welcome diversion, eye candy for the heart & soul of a man. i spread out a sheet on the mat on the floor then we undressed. i massaged his shoulders & back, then his calves & thighs before giving into my baser need to rim his handsome tidy ass-- he cooed & i purred as i manipulated his ass with my lips & tongue. it was so good... my thoughts wandered to resolve that dying then & there would have been the ideal & best way to go.
some time later i lifted my head to request hi to turn over to his back/face up. i massaged his hands & arms then his chest paying attention to his erotically attractive nippels, ran my hands down abs massaging then his pubis at this point is engulfed his cock with my mouth...
i emagined the theme to "tatanic" played in my mind like the love thee to my needly found passions. he'd arch up to my oral exercizes then down in sincopated rhythm to the music in my mind. then i rimmed him some more. oh , the utter joy of it--
then he sat up & sucked on my cock then we did 69 side by side then later after more rimming i had hi sit on my face so that i could canyon yodle his love canyon. then i all but begged to fuck him. i was so turned on.
he lay face down -- by the gods he was tight, i was in then pulled out then again the the third time i filled that condom with y hot jizz. i lay on top of him in exquisit bliss.
then i sucked him some more playing with his prostate with y sweet finger. in due haste he shot into my mouth savory cum. we lay side by side that lay like spoons in the silver drawer. i thought "we fit". we showered scrubbing the sex & sweat for each others bodies.
we chatted about me sketching him, about theatre, his holiday last weekend & how i didn't make it to pennsic.
drew, a lover & a friend.
my mind again whirls with imaginings about the next time we get together.
thanks drew...
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Abuse and molestation...
READ EACH ONE OF THESE CAREFULLY AND THINK BEFORE GOING TO THE NEXT ONE:
I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.
No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is won’t make you cry.
Just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want him to, doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you with all he has.
A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.
The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside him knowing you can’t have him.
Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.
To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.
Don’t waste your time on anyone who isn’t willing to spend their time on you.
Maybe god wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person we will know how to be grateful.
Don’t cry because it is over, smile because it happened.
There’s always going to be people that hurt you, so what you have to do is keep on trusting and just be more careful about who you trust next time around.
Make yourself a better person, and know who you are before you try to know someone else and expect him the know you.
Don’t try so hard. The best things come when you least expect them.
REMEMBER: WHATEVER HAPPENS, HAPPENS FOR A REASON.
Sexual Assault Occurs Most Frequently in the Following Places:
* 34% in the victim's home or yard.
* 20% in the perpetrator's home or yard.
* 12% in someone else's home or yard.
* 7% in the victim and perpetrator's home or yard.
* 7% in rural area, woods, park or campground.
* 5% in a car.
Be safe.
Reducing Your Risk on the Street
* When walking alone, act self-assured and confident that you know where you are going.
*Walk on the traffic side of sidewalks, not closet to alleyways and bushes.
*If you suspect that someone is following you, cross the street, or walk quickly to a well-lit, well-populated
location.
*Wear sensible clothing and shoes which allow you to maneuver or run.
*Don't load yourself down with packages, bags, books, etc - You will appear vulnerable.
*Stay alert and aware. Turn around and look at whoever may be behind you.
*If you walk or jog, try to vary your route or time on the street. Predictable behavior is risky.
Above all, remember no matter what you do, its never wrong!
I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.
No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is won’t make you cry.
Just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want him to, doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you with all he has.
A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.
The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside him knowing you can’t have him.
Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.
To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.
Don’t waste your time on anyone who isn’t willing to spend their time on you.
Maybe god wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person we will know how to be grateful.
Don’t cry because it is over, smile because it happened.
There’s always going to be people that hurt you, so what you have to do is keep on trusting and just be more careful about who you trust next time around.
Make yourself a better person, and know who you are before you try to know someone else and expect him the know you.
Don’t try so hard. The best things come when you least expect them.
REMEMBER: WHATEVER HAPPENS, HAPPENS FOR A REASON.
Sexual Assault Occurs Most Frequently in the Following Places:
* 34% in the victim's home or yard.
* 20% in the perpetrator's home or yard.
* 12% in someone else's home or yard.
* 7% in the victim and perpetrator's home or yard.
* 7% in rural area, woods, park or campground.
* 5% in a car.
Be safe.
Reducing Your Risk on the Street
* When walking alone, act self-assured and confident that you know where you are going.
*Walk on the traffic side of sidewalks, not closet to alleyways and bushes.
*If you suspect that someone is following you, cross the street, or walk quickly to a well-lit, well-populated
location.
*Wear sensible clothing and shoes which allow you to maneuver or run.
*Don't load yourself down with packages, bags, books, etc - You will appear vulnerable.
*Stay alert and aware. Turn around and look at whoever may be behind you.
*If you walk or jog, try to vary your route or time on the street. Predictable behavior is risky.
Above all, remember no matter what you do, its never wrong!
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Coffee shoppe boy:
It was Monday the 3rd. Entering from the square I saw him. He was about my height with a full head of dark wavy hair and pouting dark brown eyes. I asked for some Keemun tea for my housemate and he poured a more than amble amount into the brown bag and folded it most meticulously down the bag leaving a full pouch. I bought some chocolates on impulse. As I was to exit he asked for my cell number I gave him a card with my art and info on it.
I had thought that was that but he phoned and chatted me up. Kyle is his name. His laugh was contagious and his personality was warm and inviting. He asked me to meet him on Sunday so I met him for a cup of tea at Starbucks on Liberty Ave before I go to PFLAGG. We met up and chatted, speaking of passions, people, places and pleasures. He’s off Wednesday and has firmed up that he’ll stop by for some coffee or tea and a visit; say 2:00 in the afternoon.
After talking with a housemate I called him back and invited him to a high tea at my place.
Wednesday, the 12th, he arrived a few minutes late but was not overly concerned as we had the place to ourselves. He greeted me with a gentile peck on the lips as I was heating the teapots for our high tea. I was serving English muffins, both jam and marmalade, as well as, mixed vegetable salad and curried chicken salad with golden raisins, celery, scallions and some Gluten free home made scones and home made GF brown sugar short bread. The tea was a fusion that he brought with black fruit extractions. It filled the room with a warmth as the boiling water hit the already steamy pot. I sliced some avocado placing it on a serving plate with Greek olives, cheese and cherry tomatoes. I handed him the plate. He placed a cherry tomato between his front teeth and sucked it into his mouth playfully. We ate and made small talk of our few days activities. He spread some curried chicken salad on and toasted English muffin and took a bite. The aromatic spices of curry, cardamom and cinnamon lingered on the corner of his mouth. I pointed to it by placing a finger on my mouth and he took his right index finger and wiped it, smeared it on my lips then kissed me full and deep on the mouth. We continued to eat as if in the movie “Tom Jones”. When finished I got up and made a fruit plate doing a second infusion of the tealeaves in the cooling with teapot.
I asked him to grab our cups and join me as I walked up to my third floor bedroom. I undressed him stopping to feed him with my fingers slices of banana, apple and pear. Then he undressed me, I said lie down on the bed and I took some vanilla body lotion in my hands to warm and massage his shoulders and back, then arms and hands. I sipped some tea then massaged his feet, calves and thighs. Then I squired some lotion on the lovely rounded muscles of his ass. I massaged deeply. He raised to arrange his hardening cock into a comfortable position. Then I said turn over and he did. His ample cock reached pass his belly button and dark furry pubis – patch. I massaged his chest the front legs and feet. Then licked my lips before kissing him again.
I took his manly hot cock deep into my mouth resting my chin on his large balls and that was some task in its self. It all but seared my mouth and throat. His manly scent filled my nostrils his aroma. He purred like a cat being served warm milk. After some time giving head I pulled off and suckeled his nuts one at a time then ran my tongue down his perineum. I licked and kissed the tender spot for some time then raised one leg then the other over my shoulder as I started to rim his asshole. It had a full amount of dark brown hair and his pucker was rosy pink in colour. As my tongue touched his bunghole he let out a deep guttural sigh. I ate hungrily. With my right hand I took his cock and stroked while I continued to pleasure him. After a short while he begged me to fuck him. Is pulled up beside him. He grabbed my rigid cock and fumbled putting the condom on it. He then handed me the lube and raised his ass to the ready. I put the lubricant on my middle finger and slowly entered his wanting rectum. He arched his neck against the pillow and his eyes rolled white with pleasure. I lifted his legs over my folded thighs and placed a pillow over my knees as not to have their boniness give him any pain.
I placed my hands under his hips and gided him down on my achingly hard cock.
Slowly, I went into him love canal until my cock was buried in his ass. I lifted him up and down with my hands while my hips lifted to end each stroke deeply inside him. He said I’ve never been fucked this way before in panting breaths then said this’s the best. I stroked his cock and fucked deeper and deeper. Soon he was spuring forth a large load of cum on his chest and belly. I pulled out and stroked my cock and came too, allover his crotch.
I went back to feeding us the fruit and sipping the cooled tea. Interrupting bites and sips with kisses. It was almost 3:45, so I suggested getting dressed and going down stairs. As my housemates would be home shortly. He said he’d better go. So we kissed at the door and he left from the side. Just as I reached the kitchen door one of my housemates had opened the back door to enter. I made small talk as I tidied up the kitchen. When finished I went to my room and found his burgundy bikini briefs on the floor. I picked them up and fingered them then placed them under my pillow to encourage happy dreams of Kyle. As I got ready to leave to go to the faery circle I stopped to finish this entry for my blog.
He phoned me while I was shopping at Whole Foods and told me of the “wonderful time” he had had.
I called Kyle last night, the 17th – St Patrick’s Day and asked if he’d like to meet up at Star Bucks for the cup of tea. So we have plans to meet up Wednesday at 11:00 am. I can hardly wait.
A Fortuitous Day!
Don’t think me churlish but anecdotally this story is true.
My morning 1/02/008 started as usual for a day with appointments. Made the daily pot of green tea. Walked the dog. Ate two poached eggs. Got on the 16B bus and headed for town. Stopped at Starbucks for a second cup o’ green tea. And as I arrived for my appointment I got a call on my cell that that Laure had canceled appointment and the office girl was her nembulous true to fashion about the state of Laure’s health. I had said have her call me to set up another visit. So not as to make the day a complete debacle. I made a couple of calls finished my tea and got on the 81B then stopped to do some banquing for Barbara. Refreshed my tea at another Starbucks then headed for Whole Foods. There received a hearty welcome as from a blond male employee who called me tartanguy who asked why he hadn’t been included in my blog, yet? My rejoinder was Carpe Dium! He was on break and asked my to join him. We traveled to the back of the store where I received a garrulous wet kiss in privacy. His inscrutable verbiage I gathered that time would be short. He took my cock in hand and I his as we quintessentially made way to the task at “hand”. His pants fell to the floor so I turned him about and rimmed him. His ass was ravenous at my administrations then upon request to fuck him I donned latex. I impaled him slowly as he cooed. His love canal was warm – the dark wet recess of joy was my pleasure. My mind whirled at the ecstasy of the moment. Soon I bent him in half – his face against his knees as I fucked deeper and with harder thrusts. As if the quintessential of joy could decimate me, I fucked on. I pulled him back up and planted a kiss over his right shoulder. We hung on the precipice of climax as he shot his wad then I mine. Gobs of white-hot seed spew forth. He faltered as if to fall I caught him in my embrace as we stood spent and relieved. The veracity of the moment screamed to our muffled sighs. Then in flattering praise of each other we separated with another wet sloppy deep kiss standing there among papers and boxes. After our surreptitious deed he brought me small tasty bits of sushi as I waited for Chris and our lunch date.
Chris arrived just before 12:30 p.m. and we meandered through the store to select our entrees for lunch. I had more sushi and he collected several tasty looking thing from the hot bar. I gave him his Yule present a CD case and he loaned me more Babylon 5 VHS tapes to watch at home. We chatted about such things as my dungeon and Dragons character and how I had up dated it by spending gold pieces on magical items and changes to my skills. A female employee took photos with my camera to keep for posterity. After finishing our meal we exited to smoke. He Durham and I cloves as we made way down the street. We talked about having another lunch date as he might be getting a new job out of this area. He showed me where to catch a 500 bus and I left him on the street as I entered Borders bookstore. I shopped a bit got a pilot pen, an artificial Yule tree for next year that had been marked down, a couple of Xanth paper backs and the Dolphins of Pern to read then headed for my next appointment. I arrived in time to leave a message about billing suggestions and read some of a Xanth novel.
After my appointment I went to the bus stop and waited for the 500. When it arrived I loaded myself with other riders. I chatted up a male passenger. Got off at 6th and Liberty in time to take the 16B home.
Friday the 4th I had another appointment. So I took my medication and languished in bed for another 45 minutes then got up. Walked the dog as my tea was steeping. Sipped eagerly the Oriental infusion of black berries and the green tea. Got on the 16B bus and headed once more for town. Lit a clove as I crossed to the next bus stop. Arrived early at the dentist, Dr. Jani. After seeing the dentist I got on the bus and made way to town and then to another bus stop on Liberty to go to Ross Park Mall. At the stop I met a wonderful young Asian lady. We chatted there and then later on the crowded bus as I made way to a set when available. I also talked with a man from Italy who was there to learn English. I walked her in the mall then went to Pagoda to purchase new steel jewelry for my piercing, my nose and Prince Albert. Ate some food from the Taj Mahal, curried chicken, veggies in a creamy sauce and some rice with other vegetables. After eating I put on the nasal jewelry then went to the men’s room to put in a new steel piece in my P. A. I read some of my Xanth novel: “Cube Route,” then walked the mall. I went into a doll store, Kaleidoscope and chatted with an employee about making doll clothes to be put in there on consignment. To do so I need to buy a doll for about $50 or less after they go on sale in a week or two. Bought some other Yule trinkets at another store then went to the candy store to purchase some Jelly Bellies but they were out of Buttered Popcorn flavor. So I didn’t buy any. Exited the mall and headed for the bus stop. There was a young lady on her cell phone as I smoke a pipe of molonga. I read more of my newly purchased paperback. As I left the bus a woman who sat next to me left a plastic bag with her purchases including some men’s gloves and $40. The bus arrived a gathering entered and on the road again. I got off at Giant Eagles where I got some money orders and then walked to the Post Office where I purchased some stamps and mail the money orders. I crossed the south commons to the bus stop and headed home after a short respite. I got on the 17B, read some more and soon was home. Chatted with Gary after bringing in the mail and composed this entry.
Saturday, the 5th of January, the day was a morning of chores. I took down the Yule wreaths, put food in the bird feeder, swept and mopped the kitchen, walked the dog, made a pot of green tea, showered and shaved, did a load of laundry and cleaned the porcelain and mopped the floor in the bathroom on the 2nd floor. Watched a Jerry O’Connell movie, “Kangaroo Jack” on Hallmark channel. The movie was sexy and the fantasy parts and the camel farts were wonderfully funny. Had a bite to eat then folded a load of clothes from the dryer from yesterday’s laundry and waited for Gary to get up.
Dudley, the dog, barked in the basement at the intruding mice that we are battling as I worked on entries for my blog.
I helped Gary tidy his room, finished the laundry and had a bit to eat. Gary says that he wants to go to P-Town tonight to see the dancers and get a drink or three. By text message I invited Chris who texted that his cold was lingering, Will who texted that he was going to the Steelers game and Jim who texted that he also wasn’t feeling too well. I dress for tonight in black slacks, black T-shirt, and black and white Guatemalan hooded pull over. I, so, hope I get lucky tonight.
Gary plans to make baked beans and sausages for supper.
Yesterday was the anniversary of Gary and Barbara’s mother’s death. So Barbara is depressed tonight and waxing nostalgia just seemed to make it worse. There was conversation on how terribly death was for so many of her relatives. I am so glad that Gary wants to go out tonight now. I am not a stranger to death. I lost my dad to a land mine in Viet Nam and lovers, David to an auto accident, Jerry to a gun shot in his face and Nikki to stomach cancer. And so many of us my age have lost friends and classmates to AIDS.
But enough about death, here’s to life! and a great night of revelry. At P-Town Gary liked the bartender Wade & I met a nice friendly guy, Brian but fell in lust with the erotic dancer Tommy. I’d just love to have him on the end of my pencil – draw a sketch of him. He was comely and had a fit – toned body, a lovely ass also a well lovely and proportioned of hard cock. Tommy seemed to have an inviting personality as well chatting briefly with each person that put a dollar in his navy blue NY Police jock strap. I put a dollar in his jock strap twice. The second time I gave him my business card and had written that I like to sketch him sometime. Gary had some Irish whiskey and I a glass of gin and cranberry juice. Would so love to go back on a Sunday for buffet at 4 p.m. and see more erotic male dancers. The Stealers game was on large flat-screened TVs. It was a shame that the Steelers lost but a good time seemed to be had by all at P-Town. Saturday and Wednesday nights as well as the Sunday afternoons is their schedule for erotic male dancers at P-town. It’s a must - a friendly prompt service is also included.
Life gets in the way of living:
You’ve made plans to work or play
But somewhere with the course of the day
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
Each day promises to start anew—
But like lightening strikes out of the blue.
The day, soon, past
Quick and fast…
During the striving—
Or just surviving—
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
As you recount each act of the day
Somehow living got in the way.
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
Each day promises to start anew—
But like lightening strikes out of the blue.
The day, soon, past
Quick and fast…
During the striving—
Or just surviving—
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
Making list of things to do
Life gets a hold of you
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
Each day promises to start anew—
But like lightening strikes out of the blue.
The day, soon, past
Quick and fast…
During the striving—
Or just surviving—
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
The day promises you can do this and that
Even with your diet you keep getting fat.
With it taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
Each day promises to start anew—
But like lightening strikes out of the blue.
The day, soon, past
Quick and fast…
During the striving—
Or just surviving—
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
Of course it will always be this way
That’s the behavior of each day
So, with its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
Each day promises to start anew—
But like lightening strikes out of the blue.
The day, soon, past
Quick and fast…
During the striving—
Or just surviving—
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
So even though you set out to do the chore
Somewhere after it starts life creeps in as before
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
Each day promises to start anew—
But like lightening strikes out of the blue.
The day, soon, past
Quick and fast…
During the striving—
Or just surviving—
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
January 21, 2008
A poem my uncle Terry taught me, author unknown.
Me so tired me so sore
Not going to do it for a nickel no more.
Ten cents I’ll do it better
Fifteen cents I’ll do it fine
Hey, mister, you want a shoeshine.
It was St. Patrick’s Day, 2008. I went with housemates to eat out a late lunch at Jo’rsa Corner, Hungarian Restaurant. Alexander Jozsa Bodnar, proprietor was an excellent host. The food was surperb and the conversation compellingly fun. I enjoyed the Romanian style goulash, sour kraut, onions, pork and paprika, as well as the Hungarian coleslaw. Alex is a Renaissance man, a chef, business man, avid supporter of Pittsburgh and an artist who had rendered wood block prints on T shirts, wood carvings it the style of Old world Hungary. He had moved to the States after surviving riots in Hungary against the Soviet Regime. I look forward to returning and seeing my new friend, Alex.
It was Monday the 3rd. Entering from the square I saw him. He was about my height with a full head of dark wavy hair and pouting dark brown eyes. I asked for some Keemun tea for my housemate and he poured a more than amble amount into the brown bag and folded it most meticulously down the bag leaving a full pouch. I bought some chocolates on impulse. As I was to exit he asked for my cell number I gave him a card with my art and info on it.
I had thought that was that but he phoned and chatted me up. Kyle is his name. His laugh was contagious and his personality was warm and inviting. He asked me to meet him on Sunday so I met him for a cup of tea at Starbucks on Liberty Ave before I go to PFLAGG. We met up and chatted, speaking of passions, people, places and pleasures. He’s off Wednesday and has firmed up that he’ll stop by for some coffee or tea and a visit; say 2:00 in the afternoon.
After talking with a housemate I called him back and invited him to a high tea at my place.
Wednesday, the 12th, he arrived a few minutes late but was not overly concerned as we had the place to ourselves. He greeted me with a gentile peck on the lips as I was heating the teapots for our high tea. I was serving English muffins, both jam and marmalade, as well as, mixed vegetable salad and curried chicken salad with golden raisins, celery, scallions and some Gluten free home made scones and home made GF brown sugar short bread. The tea was a fusion that he brought with black fruit extractions. It filled the room with a warmth as the boiling water hit the already steamy pot. I sliced some avocado placing it on a serving plate with Greek olives, cheese and cherry tomatoes. I handed him the plate. He placed a cherry tomato between his front teeth and sucked it into his mouth playfully. We ate and made small talk of our few days activities. He spread some curried chicken salad on and toasted English muffin and took a bite. The aromatic spices of curry, cardamom and cinnamon lingered on the corner of his mouth. I pointed to it by placing a finger on my mouth and he took his right index finger and wiped it, smeared it on my lips then kissed me full and deep on the mouth. We continued to eat as if in the movie “Tom Jones”. When finished I got up and made a fruit plate doing a second infusion of the tealeaves in the cooling with teapot.
I asked him to grab our cups and join me as I walked up to my third floor bedroom. I undressed him stopping to feed him with my fingers slices of banana, apple and pear. Then he undressed me, I said lie down on the bed and I took some vanilla body lotion in my hands to warm and massage his shoulders and back, then arms and hands. I sipped some tea then massaged his feet, calves and thighs. Then I squired some lotion on the lovely rounded muscles of his ass. I massaged deeply. He raised to arrange his hardening cock into a comfortable position. Then I said turn over and he did. His ample cock reached pass his belly button and dark furry pubis – patch. I massaged his chest the front legs and feet. Then licked my lips before kissing him again.
I took his manly hot cock deep into my mouth resting my chin on his large balls and that was some task in its self. It all but seared my mouth and throat. His manly scent filled my nostrils his aroma. He purred like a cat being served warm milk. After some time giving head I pulled off and suckeled his nuts one at a time then ran my tongue down his perineum. I licked and kissed the tender spot for some time then raised one leg then the other over my shoulder as I started to rim his asshole. It had a full amount of dark brown hair and his pucker was rosy pink in colour. As my tongue touched his bunghole he let out a deep guttural sigh. I ate hungrily. With my right hand I took his cock and stroked while I continued to pleasure him. After a short while he begged me to fuck him. Is pulled up beside him. He grabbed my rigid cock and fumbled putting the condom on it. He then handed me the lube and raised his ass to the ready. I put the lubricant on my middle finger and slowly entered his wanting rectum. He arched his neck against the pillow and his eyes rolled white with pleasure. I lifted his legs over my folded thighs and placed a pillow over my knees as not to have their boniness give him any pain.
I placed my hands under his hips and gided him down on my achingly hard cock.
Slowly, I went into him love canal until my cock was buried in his ass. I lifted him up and down with my hands while my hips lifted to end each stroke deeply inside him. He said I’ve never been fucked this way before in panting breaths then said this’s the best. I stroked his cock and fucked deeper and deeper. Soon he was spuring forth a large load of cum on his chest and belly. I pulled out and stroked my cock and came too, allover his crotch.
I went back to feeding us the fruit and sipping the cooled tea. Interrupting bites and sips with kisses. It was almost 3:45, so I suggested getting dressed and going down stairs. As my housemates would be home shortly. He said he’d better go. So we kissed at the door and he left from the side. Just as I reached the kitchen door one of my housemates had opened the back door to enter. I made small talk as I tidied up the kitchen. When finished I went to my room and found his burgundy bikini briefs on the floor. I picked them up and fingered them then placed them under my pillow to encourage happy dreams of Kyle. As I got ready to leave to go to the faery circle I stopped to finish this entry for my blog.
He phoned me while I was shopping at Whole Foods and told me of the “wonderful time” he had had.
I called Kyle last night, the 17th – St Patrick’s Day and asked if he’d like to meet up at Star Bucks for the cup of tea. So we have plans to meet up Wednesday at 11:00 am. I can hardly wait.
A Fortuitous Day!
Don’t think me churlish but anecdotally this story is true.
My morning 1/02/008 started as usual for a day with appointments. Made the daily pot of green tea. Walked the dog. Ate two poached eggs. Got on the 16B bus and headed for town. Stopped at Starbucks for a second cup o’ green tea. And as I arrived for my appointment I got a call on my cell that that Laure had canceled appointment and the office girl was her nembulous true to fashion about the state of Laure’s health. I had said have her call me to set up another visit. So not as to make the day a complete debacle. I made a couple of calls finished my tea and got on the 81B then stopped to do some banquing for Barbara. Refreshed my tea at another Starbucks then headed for Whole Foods. There received a hearty welcome as from a blond male employee who called me tartanguy who asked why he hadn’t been included in my blog, yet? My rejoinder was Carpe Dium! He was on break and asked my to join him. We traveled to the back of the store where I received a garrulous wet kiss in privacy. His inscrutable verbiage I gathered that time would be short. He took my cock in hand and I his as we quintessentially made way to the task at “hand”. His pants fell to the floor so I turned him about and rimmed him. His ass was ravenous at my administrations then upon request to fuck him I donned latex. I impaled him slowly as he cooed. His love canal was warm – the dark wet recess of joy was my pleasure. My mind whirled at the ecstasy of the moment. Soon I bent him in half – his face against his knees as I fucked deeper and with harder thrusts. As if the quintessential of joy could decimate me, I fucked on. I pulled him back up and planted a kiss over his right shoulder. We hung on the precipice of climax as he shot his wad then I mine. Gobs of white-hot seed spew forth. He faltered as if to fall I caught him in my embrace as we stood spent and relieved. The veracity of the moment screamed to our muffled sighs. Then in flattering praise of each other we separated with another wet sloppy deep kiss standing there among papers and boxes. After our surreptitious deed he brought me small tasty bits of sushi as I waited for Chris and our lunch date.
Chris arrived just before 12:30 p.m. and we meandered through the store to select our entrees for lunch. I had more sushi and he collected several tasty looking thing from the hot bar. I gave him his Yule present a CD case and he loaned me more Babylon 5 VHS tapes to watch at home. We chatted about such things as my dungeon and Dragons character and how I had up dated it by spending gold pieces on magical items and changes to my skills. A female employee took photos with my camera to keep for posterity. After finishing our meal we exited to smoke. He Durham and I cloves as we made way down the street. We talked about having another lunch date as he might be getting a new job out of this area. He showed me where to catch a 500 bus and I left him on the street as I entered Borders bookstore. I shopped a bit got a pilot pen, an artificial Yule tree for next year that had been marked down, a couple of Xanth paper backs and the Dolphins of Pern to read then headed for my next appointment. I arrived in time to leave a message about billing suggestions and read some of a Xanth novel.
After my appointment I went to the bus stop and waited for the 500. When it arrived I loaded myself with other riders. I chatted up a male passenger. Got off at 6th and Liberty in time to take the 16B home.
Friday the 4th I had another appointment. So I took my medication and languished in bed for another 45 minutes then got up. Walked the dog as my tea was steeping. Sipped eagerly the Oriental infusion of black berries and the green tea. Got on the 16B bus and headed once more for town. Lit a clove as I crossed to the next bus stop. Arrived early at the dentist, Dr. Jani. After seeing the dentist I got on the bus and made way to town and then to another bus stop on Liberty to go to Ross Park Mall. At the stop I met a wonderful young Asian lady. We chatted there and then later on the crowded bus as I made way to a set when available. I also talked with a man from Italy who was there to learn English. I walked her in the mall then went to Pagoda to purchase new steel jewelry for my piercing, my nose and Prince Albert. Ate some food from the Taj Mahal, curried chicken, veggies in a creamy sauce and some rice with other vegetables. After eating I put on the nasal jewelry then went to the men’s room to put in a new steel piece in my P. A. I read some of my Xanth novel: “Cube Route,” then walked the mall. I went into a doll store, Kaleidoscope and chatted with an employee about making doll clothes to be put in there on consignment. To do so I need to buy a doll for about $50 or less after they go on sale in a week or two. Bought some other Yule trinkets at another store then went to the candy store to purchase some Jelly Bellies but they were out of Buttered Popcorn flavor. So I didn’t buy any. Exited the mall and headed for the bus stop. There was a young lady on her cell phone as I smoke a pipe of molonga. I read more of my newly purchased paperback. As I left the bus a woman who sat next to me left a plastic bag with her purchases including some men’s gloves and $40. The bus arrived a gathering entered and on the road again. I got off at Giant Eagles where I got some money orders and then walked to the Post Office where I purchased some stamps and mail the money orders. I crossed the south commons to the bus stop and headed home after a short respite. I got on the 17B, read some more and soon was home. Chatted with Gary after bringing in the mail and composed this entry.
Saturday, the 5th of January, the day was a morning of chores. I took down the Yule wreaths, put food in the bird feeder, swept and mopped the kitchen, walked the dog, made a pot of green tea, showered and shaved, did a load of laundry and cleaned the porcelain and mopped the floor in the bathroom on the 2nd floor. Watched a Jerry O’Connell movie, “Kangaroo Jack” on Hallmark channel. The movie was sexy and the fantasy parts and the camel farts were wonderfully funny. Had a bite to eat then folded a load of clothes from the dryer from yesterday’s laundry and waited for Gary to get up.
Dudley, the dog, barked in the basement at the intruding mice that we are battling as I worked on entries for my blog.
I helped Gary tidy his room, finished the laundry and had a bit to eat. Gary says that he wants to go to P-Town tonight to see the dancers and get a drink or three. By text message I invited Chris who texted that his cold was lingering, Will who texted that he was going to the Steelers game and Jim who texted that he also wasn’t feeling too well. I dress for tonight in black slacks, black T-shirt, and black and white Guatemalan hooded pull over. I, so, hope I get lucky tonight.
Gary plans to make baked beans and sausages for supper.
Yesterday was the anniversary of Gary and Barbara’s mother’s death. So Barbara is depressed tonight and waxing nostalgia just seemed to make it worse. There was conversation on how terribly death was for so many of her relatives. I am so glad that Gary wants to go out tonight now. I am not a stranger to death. I lost my dad to a land mine in Viet Nam and lovers, David to an auto accident, Jerry to a gun shot in his face and Nikki to stomach cancer. And so many of us my age have lost friends and classmates to AIDS.
But enough about death, here’s to life! and a great night of revelry. At P-Town Gary liked the bartender Wade & I met a nice friendly guy, Brian but fell in lust with the erotic dancer Tommy. I’d just love to have him on the end of my pencil – draw a sketch of him. He was comely and had a fit – toned body, a lovely ass also a well lovely and proportioned of hard cock. Tommy seemed to have an inviting personality as well chatting briefly with each person that put a dollar in his navy blue NY Police jock strap. I put a dollar in his jock strap twice. The second time I gave him my business card and had written that I like to sketch him sometime. Gary had some Irish whiskey and I a glass of gin and cranberry juice. Would so love to go back on a Sunday for buffet at 4 p.m. and see more erotic male dancers. The Stealers game was on large flat-screened TVs. It was a shame that the Steelers lost but a good time seemed to be had by all at P-Town. Saturday and Wednesday nights as well as the Sunday afternoons is their schedule for erotic male dancers at P-town. It’s a must - a friendly prompt service is also included.
Life gets in the way of living:
You’ve made plans to work or play
But somewhere with the course of the day
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
Each day promises to start anew—
But like lightening strikes out of the blue.
The day, soon, past
Quick and fast…
During the striving—
Or just surviving—
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
As you recount each act of the day
Somehow living got in the way.
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
Each day promises to start anew—
But like lightening strikes out of the blue.
The day, soon, past
Quick and fast…
During the striving—
Or just surviving—
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
Making list of things to do
Life gets a hold of you
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
Each day promises to start anew—
But like lightening strikes out of the blue.
The day, soon, past
Quick and fast…
During the striving—
Or just surviving—
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
The day promises you can do this and that
Even with your diet you keep getting fat.
With it taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
Each day promises to start anew—
But like lightening strikes out of the blue.
The day, soon, past
Quick and fast…
During the striving—
Or just surviving—
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
Of course it will always be this way
That’s the behavior of each day
So, with its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
Each day promises to start anew—
But like lightening strikes out of the blue.
The day, soon, past
Quick and fast…
During the striving—
Or just surviving—
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
So even though you set out to do the chore
Somewhere after it starts life creeps in as before
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
Each day promises to start anew—
But like lightening strikes out of the blue.
The day, soon, past
Quick and fast…
During the striving—
Or just surviving—
With its taking and giving
Life gets in the way of living.
January 21, 2008
A poem my uncle Terry taught me, author unknown.
Me so tired me so sore
Not going to do it for a nickel no more.
Ten cents I’ll do it better
Fifteen cents I’ll do it fine
Hey, mister, you want a shoeshine.
It was St. Patrick’s Day, 2008. I went with housemates to eat out a late lunch at Jo’rsa Corner, Hungarian Restaurant. Alexander Jozsa Bodnar, proprietor was an excellent host. The food was surperb and the conversation compellingly fun. I enjoyed the Romanian style goulash, sour kraut, onions, pork and paprika, as well as the Hungarian coleslaw. Alex is a Renaissance man, a chef, business man, avid supporter of Pittsburgh and an artist who had rendered wood block prints on T shirts, wood carvings it the style of Old world Hungary. He had moved to the States after surviving riots in Hungary against the Soviet Regime. I look forward to returning and seeing my new friend, Alex.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Astrologically Speaking I am…
Astrologically Speaking I am…
imaginative, sensitive, and creative with an adventurous spirit. Honest, direct possess a natural diplomatic incline. Attractive charm and concerned with image. Versatile personality, seek out new and exciting experiences. Guard against being impatient or restless.
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imaginative, sensitive, and creative with an adventurous spirit. Honest, direct possess a natural diplomatic incline. Attractive charm and concerned with image. Versatile personality, seek out new and exciting experiences. Guard against being impatient or restless.
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A Fortuitous Day!
Don’t think me churlish but anecdotally this story is true.
My morning 1/02/008 started as usual for a day with appointments. Made the daily pot of green tea. Walked the dog. Ate two poached eggs. Got on the 16B bus and headed for town. Stopped at Starbucks for a second cup o’ green tea. And as I arrived for my appointment I got a call on my cell that that Laure had canceled appointment and the office girl was her nembulous true to fashion about the state of Laure’s health. I had said have her call me to set up another visit. So not as to make the day a complete debacle. I made a couple of calls finished my tea and got on the 81B then stopped to do some banquing for Barbara. Refreshed my tea at another Starbucks then headed for Whole Foods. There received a hearty welcome as from a blond male employee who called me tartanguy who asked why he hadn’t been included in my blog, yet? My rejoinder was Carpe Dium! He was on break and asked my to join him. We traveled to the back of the store where I received a garrulous wet kiss in privacy. His inscrutable verbiage I gathered that time would be short. He took my cock in hand and I his as we quintessentially made way to the task at “hand”. His pants fell to the floor so I turned him about and rimmed him. His ass was ravenous at my administrations then upon request to fuck him I donned latex. I impaled him slowly as he cooed. His love canal was warm – the dark wet recess of joy was my pleasure. My mind whirled at the ecstasy of the moment. Soon I bent him in half – his face against his knees as I fucked deeper and with harder thrusts. As if the quintessential of joy could decimate me, I fucked on. I pulled him back up and planted a kiss over his right shoulder. We hung on the precipice of climax as he shot his wad then I mine. Gobs of white-hot seed spew forth. He faltered as if to fall I caught him in my embrace as we stood spent and relieved. The veracity of the moment screamed to our muffled sighs. Then in flattering praise of each other we separated with another wet sloppy deep kiss standing there among papers and boxes. After our surreptitious deed he brought me small tasty bits of sushi as I waited for Chris and our lunch date.
Chris arrived just before 12:30 p.m. and we meandered through the store to select our entrees for lunch. I had more sushi and he collected several tasty looking thing from the hot bar. I gave him his Yule present a CD case and he loaned me more Babylon 5 VHS tapes to watch at home. We chatted about such things as my dungeon and Dragons character and how I had up dated it by spending gold pieces on magical items and changes to my skills. A female employee took photos with my camera to keep for posterity. After finishing our meal we exited to smoke. He Durham and I cloves as we made way down the street. We talked about having another lunch date as he might be getting a new job out of this area. He showed me where to catch a 500 bus and I left him on the street as I entered Borders bookstore. I shopped a bit got a pilot pen, an artificial Yule tree for next year that had been marked down, a couple of Xanth paper backs and the Dolphins of Pern to read then headed for my next appointment. I arrived in time to leave a message about billing suggestions and read some of a Xanth novel.
After my appointment I went to the bus stop and waited for the 500. When it arrived I loaded myself with other riders. I chatted up a male passenger. Got off at 6th and Liberty in time to take the 16B home.
Friday the 4th I had another appointment. So I took my medication and languished in bed for another 45 minutes then got up. Walked the dog as my tea was steeping. Sipped eagerly the Oriental infusion of black berries and the green tea. Got on the 16B bus and headed once more for town. Lit a clove as I crossed to the next bus stop. Arrived early at the dentist, Dr. Jani. After seeing the dentist I got on the bus and made way to town and then to another bus stop on Liberty to go to Ross Park Mall. At the stop I met a wonderful young Asian lady. We chatted there and then later on the crowded bus as I made way to a set when available. I also talked with a man from Italy who was there to learn English. I walked her in the mall then went to Pagoda to purchase new steel jewelry for my piercing, my nose and Prince Albert. Ate some food from the Taj Mahal, curried chicken, veggies in a creamy sauce and some rice with other vegetables. After eating I put on the nasal jewelry then went to the men’s room to put in a new steel piece in my P. A. I read some of my Xanth novel: “Cube Route,” then walked the mall. I went into a doll store, Kaleidoscope and chatted with an employee about making doll clothes to be put in there on consignment. To do so I need to buy a doll for about $50 or less after they go on sale in a week or two. Bought some other Yule trinkets at another store then went to the candy store to purchase some Jelly Bellies but they were out of Buttered Popcorn flavor. So I didn’t buy any. Exited the mall and headed for the bus stop. There was a young lady on her cell phone as I smoke a pipe of molonga. I read more of my newly purchased paperback. As I left the bus a woman who sat next to me left a plastic bag with her purchases including some men’s gloves and $40. The bus arrived a gathering entered and on the road again. I got off at Giant Eagles where I got some money orders and then walked to the Post Office where I purchased some stamps and mail the money orders. I crossed the south commons to the bus stop and headed home after a short respite. I got on the 17B, read some more and soon was home. Chatted with Gary after bringing in the mail and composed this entry.
Saturday, the 5th of January, the day was a morning of chores. I took down the Yule wreaths, put food in the bird feeder, swept and mopped the kitchen, walked the dog, made a pot of green tea, showered and shaved, did a load of laundry and cleaned the porcelain and mopped the floor in the bathroom on the 2nd floor. Watched a Jerry O’Connell movie, “Kangaroo Jack” on Hallmark channel. The movie was sexy and the fantasy parts and the camel farts were wonderfully funny. Had a bite to eat then folded a load of clothes from the dryer from yesterday’s laundry and waited for Gary to get up.
Dudley, the dog, barked in the basement at the intruding mice that we are battling as I worked on entries for my blog.
I helped Gary tidy his room, finished the laundry and had a bit to eat. Gary says that he wants to go to P-Town tonight to see the dancers and get a drink or three. By text message I invited Chris who texted that his cold was lingering, Will who texted that he was going to the Steelers game and Jim who texted that he also wasn’t feeling too well. I dress for tonight in black slacks, black T-shirt, and black and white Guatemalan hooded pull over. I, so, hope I get lucky tonight.
Gary plans to make baked beans and sausages for supper.
Yesterday was the anniversary of Gary and Barbara’s mother’s death. So Barbara is depressed tonight and waxing nostalgia just seemed to make it worse. There was conversation on how terribly death was for so many of her relatives. I am so glad that Gary wants to go out tonight now. I am not a stranger to death. I lost my dad to a land mine in Viet Nam and lovers, David to an auto accident, Jerry to a gun shot in his face and Nikki to stomach cancer. And so many of us my age have lost friends and classmates to AIDS.
But enough about death, here’s to life! and a great night of revelry. At P-Town Gary liked the bartender Wade & I met a nice friendly guy, Brian but fell in lust with the erotic dancer Tommy. I’d just love to have him on the end of my pencil – draw a sketch of him. He was comely and had a fit – toned body, a lovely ass also a well lovely and proportioned of hard cock. Tommy seemed to have an inviting personality as well chatting briefly with each person that put a dollar in his navy blue NY Police jock strap. I put a dollar in his jock strap twice. The second time I gave him my business card and had written that I like to sketch him sometime. Gary had some Irish whiskey and I a glass of gin and cranberry juice. Would so love to go back on a Sunday for buffet at 4 p.m. and see more erotic male dancers. The Stealers game was on large flat-screened TVs. It was a shame that the Steelers lost but a good time seemed to be had by all at P-Town. Saturday and Wednesday nights as well as the Sunday afternoons is their schedule for erotic male dancers at P-town. It’s a must - a friendly prompt service is also included.
Don’t think me churlish but anecdotally this story is true.
My morning 1/02/008 started as usual for a day with appointments. Made the daily pot of green tea. Walked the dog. Ate two poached eggs. Got on the 16B bus and headed for town. Stopped at Starbucks for a second cup o’ green tea. And as I arrived for my appointment I got a call on my cell that that Laure had canceled appointment and the office girl was her nembulous true to fashion about the state of Laure’s health. I had said have her call me to set up another visit. So not as to make the day a complete debacle. I made a couple of calls finished my tea and got on the 81B then stopped to do some banquing for Barbara. Refreshed my tea at another Starbucks then headed for Whole Foods. There received a hearty welcome as from a blond male employee who called me tartanguy who asked why he hadn’t been included in my blog, yet? My rejoinder was Carpe Dium! He was on break and asked my to join him. We traveled to the back of the store where I received a garrulous wet kiss in privacy. His inscrutable verbiage I gathered that time would be short. He took my cock in hand and I his as we quintessentially made way to the task at “hand”. His pants fell to the floor so I turned him about and rimmed him. His ass was ravenous at my administrations then upon request to fuck him I donned latex. I impaled him slowly as he cooed. His love canal was warm – the dark wet recess of joy was my pleasure. My mind whirled at the ecstasy of the moment. Soon I bent him in half – his face against his knees as I fucked deeper and with harder thrusts. As if the quintessential of joy could decimate me, I fucked on. I pulled him back up and planted a kiss over his right shoulder. We hung on the precipice of climax as he shot his wad then I mine. Gobs of white-hot seed spew forth. He faltered as if to fall I caught him in my embrace as we stood spent and relieved. The veracity of the moment screamed to our muffled sighs. Then in flattering praise of each other we separated with another wet sloppy deep kiss standing there among papers and boxes. After our surreptitious deed he brought me small tasty bits of sushi as I waited for Chris and our lunch date.
Chris arrived just before 12:30 p.m. and we meandered through the store to select our entrees for lunch. I had more sushi and he collected several tasty looking thing from the hot bar. I gave him his Yule present a CD case and he loaned me more Babylon 5 VHS tapes to watch at home. We chatted about such things as my dungeon and Dragons character and how I had up dated it by spending gold pieces on magical items and changes to my skills. A female employee took photos with my camera to keep for posterity. After finishing our meal we exited to smoke. He Durham and I cloves as we made way down the street. We talked about having another lunch date as he might be getting a new job out of this area. He showed me where to catch a 500 bus and I left him on the street as I entered Borders bookstore. I shopped a bit got a pilot pen, an artificial Yule tree for next year that had been marked down, a couple of Xanth paper backs and the Dolphins of Pern to read then headed for my next appointment. I arrived in time to leave a message about billing suggestions and read some of a Xanth novel.
After my appointment I went to the bus stop and waited for the 500. When it arrived I loaded myself with other riders. I chatted up a male passenger. Got off at 6th and Liberty in time to take the 16B home.
Friday the 4th I had another appointment. So I took my medication and languished in bed for another 45 minutes then got up. Walked the dog as my tea was steeping. Sipped eagerly the Oriental infusion of black berries and the green tea. Got on the 16B bus and headed once more for town. Lit a clove as I crossed to the next bus stop. Arrived early at the dentist, Dr. Jani. After seeing the dentist I got on the bus and made way to town and then to another bus stop on Liberty to go to Ross Park Mall. At the stop I met a wonderful young Asian lady. We chatted there and then later on the crowded bus as I made way to a set when available. I also talked with a man from Italy who was there to learn English. I walked her in the mall then went to Pagoda to purchase new steel jewelry for my piercing, my nose and Prince Albert. Ate some food from the Taj Mahal, curried chicken, veggies in a creamy sauce and some rice with other vegetables. After eating I put on the nasal jewelry then went to the men’s room to put in a new steel piece in my P. A. I read some of my Xanth novel: “Cube Route,” then walked the mall. I went into a doll store, Kaleidoscope and chatted with an employee about making doll clothes to be put in there on consignment. To do so I need to buy a doll for about $50 or less after they go on sale in a week or two. Bought some other Yule trinkets at another store then went to the candy store to purchase some Jelly Bellies but they were out of Buttered Popcorn flavor. So I didn’t buy any. Exited the mall and headed for the bus stop. There was a young lady on her cell phone as I smoke a pipe of molonga. I read more of my newly purchased paperback. As I left the bus a woman who sat next to me left a plastic bag with her purchases including some men’s gloves and $40. The bus arrived a gathering entered and on the road again. I got off at Giant Eagles where I got some money orders and then walked to the Post Office where I purchased some stamps and mail the money orders. I crossed the south commons to the bus stop and headed home after a short respite. I got on the 17B, read some more and soon was home. Chatted with Gary after bringing in the mail and composed this entry.
Saturday, the 5th of January, the day was a morning of chores. I took down the Yule wreaths, put food in the bird feeder, swept and mopped the kitchen, walked the dog, made a pot of green tea, showered and shaved, did a load of laundry and cleaned the porcelain and mopped the floor in the bathroom on the 2nd floor. Watched a Jerry O’Connell movie, “Kangaroo Jack” on Hallmark channel. The movie was sexy and the fantasy parts and the camel farts were wonderfully funny. Had a bite to eat then folded a load of clothes from the dryer from yesterday’s laundry and waited for Gary to get up.
Dudley, the dog, barked in the basement at the intruding mice that we are battling as I worked on entries for my blog.
I helped Gary tidy his room, finished the laundry and had a bit to eat. Gary says that he wants to go to P-Town tonight to see the dancers and get a drink or three. By text message I invited Chris who texted that his cold was lingering, Will who texted that he was going to the Steelers game and Jim who texted that he also wasn’t feeling too well. I dress for tonight in black slacks, black T-shirt, and black and white Guatemalan hooded pull over. I, so, hope I get lucky tonight.
Gary plans to make baked beans and sausages for supper.
Yesterday was the anniversary of Gary and Barbara’s mother’s death. So Barbara is depressed tonight and waxing nostalgia just seemed to make it worse. There was conversation on how terribly death was for so many of her relatives. I am so glad that Gary wants to go out tonight now. I am not a stranger to death. I lost my dad to a land mine in Viet Nam and lovers, David to an auto accident, Jerry to a gun shot in his face and Nikki to stomach cancer. And so many of us my age have lost friends and classmates to AIDS.
But enough about death, here’s to life! and a great night of revelry. At P-Town Gary liked the bartender Wade & I met a nice friendly guy, Brian but fell in lust with the erotic dancer Tommy. I’d just love to have him on the end of my pencil – draw a sketch of him. He was comely and had a fit – toned body, a lovely ass also a well lovely and proportioned of hard cock. Tommy seemed to have an inviting personality as well chatting briefly with each person that put a dollar in his navy blue NY Police jock strap. I put a dollar in his jock strap twice. The second time I gave him my business card and had written that I like to sketch him sometime. Gary had some Irish whiskey and I a glass of gin and cranberry juice. Would so love to go back on a Sunday for buffet at 4 p.m. and see more erotic male dancers. The Stealers game was on large flat-screened TVs. It was a shame that the Steelers lost but a good time seemed to be had by all at P-Town. Saturday and Wednesday nights as well as the Sunday afternoons is their schedule for erotic male dancers at P-town. It’s a must - a friendly prompt service is also included.
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