They Bring Peace

Be careful when letting someone into your private world.

Succubi are always welcome into my sanctuary. They tread quietly. Their gaze is earnest, intentions unambiguous. No games. No bullshit. Just grab hold and make love. And even in the throes of passion, they continue to bring peace. Then they fight like hell to maintain it. Even going so far as to remove people from their man’s life who interrupt that blissful quiet.

At last. A man’s true ally, these unshakable silent sentinels of carnal bliss.

Be good to them. Because they do everything they can to be good to their chosen mate. Even when we can’t understand why they’re doing the things they do, it’s ultimately to protect that sanctuary of intimacy. I don’t fear the future because of that reassurance succubi provide. Even if I end up sleeping in a ditch somewhere, I know she’ll be there with me through all of it.

The forum and the old Wordpress site are now offline. I’ll be on Substack going forward. And maybe I’ll make a static website on Neocities, when I get around to making it.

I’m not going to be a community facilitator anymore. Frankly, a lot of people online drive me crazy. I hate being responsible for not only what I say, but also that of deranged strangers over the wire. And that’s the way things are now: Whoever hosts a discussion platform underwrites everything within said platform. It’s too bad, because I’ve met quite a few of you who have much of value to contribute towards a discussion about the real succubus phenomena. However, the LARPing retards far outnumber genuine experiencers. Worse still are the fetishists - those who superimpose their deranged morality onto the rest of us, assuming that we’re all sick in the head like they are. I’ve delt with way too many of those over the years.

And since I’m only connected to the Internet tangentially, I’m not in a position to moderate discussions anymore. This is just my journal now. I don’t require any feedback or social validation. I only come here to post, download my RSS subscriptions, and get on with the rest of my day.

A little follow up to my last post about watching movies: While I was watching another film the other day - can’t remember which, it was awhile ago - I felt Catherine literally shove me. She pushed right into my chest, causing me to heave back into the pillows I had propped up behind me. I think she was responding to my question about whether or not she pays attention during our movie-watching time. I recall this happened during a romantic scene.

I suppose that means she is paying attention to the movies after all. :)