blue in green
It’s Miles Davis’s birthday today. Happy birthday. Much of my musical influence came from my Grandfather, we called him Pops. There was always music playing in my grandparents house. He loved jazz. Growing up he consistently took me to two places the dog track and Malt Shop Records — a jazz only record store in [...]
so it goes
There is this man, who I seem to be inexorably linked to, like sleep to dreams. It is this connection that has made the sex, what sex is supposed to be–electric, connected, hot, and surprising. Sex is easy, it is finding this connection that is difficult–this connection that makes sex true–that gives me that feeling [...]
Ass Appreciation in the Big Apple
My sexcation is coming along nicely, better than aticipated–though I try not to anticipate much. Expect nothing, find everything. I am getting properly fucked and eaten–my pussy worshiped like I need. It has been solid mutual cock pussy worship for days now. Both of us now appear to be in a constant state of slick, [...]
public service
I had a fantastic, lazy weekend. The first one in about three months. It felt odd having absolutely nothing pending, nothing vying for my time. Well besides the City and County of San Francisco, I do and probably will always work on Saturday’s. It’s an interesting day at the Library, consisting of our usual mix [...]
pixelation
Due to some misfortunes, situations, legalities, me so stupid mishaps–I have been laying extra low–until a few things clear up for me. It’s bad timing though–I am so wanting/needing to play, flirt, get fucked. I love feeling like this, when I am on, it is on and I can flirt with just about anyone and [...]
cut and paste
nonlinear deformation my wrecking yard rebuild beautiful smut infinite filth transform want ingredients earth and bone architecture cheaper than a dollar bill should we pretend? layers run layers run
Year
I have just realized that is was a year ago yesterday that I began writing this blog which started out on Google’s blogspot until they gave me the boot (fuckers). Only just recently do I feel past all the technological fucked aspects and that I am getting back to this personal word expression. It has [...]
Anonymity, Detachment, and whole lot of Bucking and Fucking
Did you have one of those nights where you have sex in so many different ways, varieties, flavors, positions, messy messes, bent, twisted, restrained, soaked—that it just seems unreal, like a true living work of fiction? You dropped me an email trying to sway me to come over. I tell you that I am at [...]
Winter
silo full of crass stuff ass impaled crooked curve slams into grinder girl home wrecker filled with head write about it, as if it happened but–don’t tell your train rumbles through my track the moon peeks through the cracks you moan, you groan, you growl, then you fucking HOWL and cover me in snow
