I'll admit, I freaked out and took the whole thing down after election night. I was scared, and that's their win. And fuck that. Because pre-emptive obedience is giving in to fascism before it even starts, and I just can't. This blog has frank descriptions of the kinky weird sex that I enjoy, and also autobiographical and emotional musings. Of course, everything in here is fictionalized; this is a work of fuction.
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Husband and I, we celebrate three anniversaries. The first one, the one we count our "have been together since" date, is in August of 2000. Three zeroes, beeetches. We've been together twenty-six years, and we met in a three-way that I think I've written about before... but he and I realized we had both been talking to a third party Greg guy on gay.com - this was before cell-phone apps... and so I…
It's like a Doofus... only derpier. So. There's all the story part that I just posted on my Facebook, and that part of it is gonna get left out. I feel like I want that line of separation, although "Oh, you're the guy with the Wunderpus tattoo" is gonna be a little hard to dodge. Butanyway... we'll pick up with the picture of me in red, for the party I have mostly missed because I've been in…
I've been excited all week - it was hot seeing the film on a big screen, but it's hotter for me, somehow, to see it at the Eagle. In the cinema, with nachos and a drink and everybody fifteen feet tall on the screen - it was surreal, a cinema experience. Yeah, the audience was primarily the gay crowd I know, and they all get all the jokes, and all... but you can't sit and rub a handsome stranger's…
The first time I met Wes, Husband and I were at the Cambodian Buddhist Temple's street food fair (which is awesome, and you should go,) and we ran into two friends as we were wandering through the temple grounds. I went up and hugged one friend and then the other, and then they introduced me to their friend. He's tall, lithe, and beautiful; I was intrigued, but we didn't visit long before it was…
I've always loved the sound of "sheathe," the verb... it's what it sounds like when someone who knows what they're doing and values their edged weapon makes, when you put your sword away. All the Kaaaaa-chiiing stuff you see in most of the popular depictions, the thing where it slides into something obviously metallic - that kills your sword. You have to sheathe it in leather inside, carefully…
I got a knock on the room door as I was squeezing Real Daddy Steve's neck so that he passed out and dropped the ball - and the new manager told me they don't allow video. Now, I'd seen signs a while back, but I checked with the dude at the counter, and he said, "Keep it in your room." Got it. Note taken. But - I am seriously not intending to make anybody's life difficult or damage anybody's…
So.... I feel like I have this burning, autistic-focus kind of need to contact an important guy in the weird-real-sex-on-video world, because I was really impressed with one of his YouTube videos, and I want to link to it. And it makes me super anxious, because I feel like I'm inviting someone in to see my place, and I'm following one post about an EXTREMELY taboo role play game, with a post with…
WARNING: This is a race play role play session. That's his own hand, gripping the belt around his neck. This is a metaphor. I have considered adding footnotes to this story, because there's some research in the writing... but I'll spare you. I'm all about consent. Don't scroll down, if you don't want to read that kind of thing. Close the window. I had SO much fun with Jimmy. Jimmy is the…
This is one of those nights that feels like two nights. So, here's the second half. Oh - and a note to the previous entry. Once we finished up, there was just a little blood. What I think of as safe blood. Guys who do fisting, or even rough fucking, know about blood. I've jerked off more than once to the videos that Ryan Sullivan made for Treasure Island, clipping together the stuff they had to…
This is the story of what happened Tuesday. This is a record that is often incomplete- and frequently deliberately vague in certain circumstances. Also, by the way, just FYI I sometimes cuss at my dictation software. It pisses me off and the language helps. But if you see something like "you damned machine," it's because I've had to respell the same word three times because it keeps picking up…
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