Nobody reads this, so who cares.
The woman I'm dating hasn't ever taken it in the mouth fully...as a finishing thing. The other day, though, there was some fire in the room and she went for it and when the time came I announced and she stayed with it and I was all excited and just apparently had more muscular ability than I thought possible and shot WAY back in her throat...
which caused her to gag....
which caused her to run out of the room and into the bathroom and have to throw up.
nothing says "damn your sexy" like barf.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
I opened this up because I wanted to talk and I've turned my other blogs into whatever and this is the last refuge for me just talking. Nobody knows (except lala) that this thing exists or who i am, so there ya go.
When I got divorced last year, I really wanted to go out and just put tattoos all over my arms. A definitive statement of solidarity.
I'm glad I waited, but I still want a few. Not one, and not necessarily small, but a few.
One is a simple image I put together years ago with an interlocking peace, yin yang, and anarchy. It stands for my mind set to this day. The other one is some redneck inside of me wants a wrap of barbed wire and a texas flag/texas shape. I may live many other places in my life, but I'm proud to be from there and it's a major part of who I am. I may live in manhatten for 20 years stright, but I'm still a Texas boy at heart.
There are two others I'd like. One is just a sun...sunshine makes my world positive. I want it small but visible enough to remind me. The last one is a small one with the symbols for "faith" "hope" and "love" in as different languages, whichever capture the essense of each word the best. These three, I want done old school...hammered in with a needle. It's just a passage.
Of course, all of this could change the moment I go for the sun and it hurts worse than anything I've ever known and suddenly I don't ever want another one again.
As far as the rest of my life...who knows. I am the sum of the parts. I have no idea what's next and am beyond making plans any more. If things go well here, I'm here. If not, and if things change elsewhere for someone, I'm back home. If all goes south and the other isn't there, I might just enjoy the desert.
That's the day. I think I'm going to leave this up for a week and then start using it for an entirely new purpose...to be determined.
When I got divorced last year, I really wanted to go out and just put tattoos all over my arms. A definitive statement of solidarity.
I'm glad I waited, but I still want a few. Not one, and not necessarily small, but a few.
One is a simple image I put together years ago with an interlocking peace, yin yang, and anarchy. It stands for my mind set to this day. The other one is some redneck inside of me wants a wrap of barbed wire and a texas flag/texas shape. I may live many other places in my life, but I'm proud to be from there and it's a major part of who I am. I may live in manhatten for 20 years stright, but I'm still a Texas boy at heart.
There are two others I'd like. One is just a sun...sunshine makes my world positive. I want it small but visible enough to remind me. The last one is a small one with the symbols for "faith" "hope" and "love" in as different languages, whichever capture the essense of each word the best. These three, I want done old school...hammered in with a needle. It's just a passage.
Of course, all of this could change the moment I go for the sun and it hurts worse than anything I've ever known and suddenly I don't ever want another one again.
As far as the rest of my life...who knows. I am the sum of the parts. I have no idea what's next and am beyond making plans any more. If things go well here, I'm here. If not, and if things change elsewhere for someone, I'm back home. If all goes south and the other isn't there, I might just enjoy the desert.
That's the day. I think I'm going to leave this up for a week and then start using it for an entirely new purpose...to be determined.
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