laissez-faire
As the year approaches a close I, again, reflect on the past twelve months of love and fucking. I have spent the last year embracing selectivity, choosing with some form of concerted effort who I gave my mind, time and pussy to. It is my final conclusion that the selectivity method for finding partners does [...]
sweat, skin and cock.
Catch Up Whew, that was some long weekend, which I am only now almost recovered from. Two separate sets of house guest, wine country, and then taking the tourist to Folsom Street Fair, where there was an abundance of sweat, skin and cock. I think I showed the out of towners a unique SF adventure [...]
The lives of people in open windows going unseen.
The late day mix of sun and rain filtered through the open basement window onto our bed. I could see passerby’s but they would rarely take notice of us. The window was not at the vantage point of eye level, we would easily be missed. “get the camera” Wearing a tiny little black tank top [...]
workmanship
Wearing my smartballs to work all day proved to make me beyond insatiable and crazy. It has made me a very wet kitty. As I moved, shelved and squatted the balls within the balls rumbled inside me. We were short staffed at the library, which means for me, more reference desk hours than usual, [...]
bouts of exhibitonism
I could be a contender. I probably share too much–in many ways. I am giver, well and a taker–it’s a two way road. For this entire summer I have gotten in the habit of waking up every morning and taking a picture of my ass in bed. Not my lazy ass in bed, but my [...]
photoplay
deceptive like springtime most passionate of street scenes I caress, ogle– snap my shutter photographic memories of love snatch time beats methodically moment to moment fast living captured in slow motion examine my landscape my ridges—hills—mountains You move me with assertion—commitment—proof fill my void, fuck my architecture word thief with stolen heart deconstruct my language [...]
Photographic Memory
with a heavy soul desires have become memories like a photograph I recall seeing but not sure where your past and mine could be like the energy of a wave like the lines on the back of my hand the creases in your face like a road map We never follow but keep—just in case [...]
