What would you do?
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Posted:May 17, 2016 3:03 pm
Last Updated:May 20, 2016 6:33 pm
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She was wearing a man's blue button down. It was hanging loosely from her ring finger on her right hand. And She was wearing nothing more. She had that come hither look in her eye. It was the kind of look you read about, but never dreamed you would actually see for yourself. She was off limits. Forbidden fruit. She belonged to another man. Your best friend even. What else were you to do? But she was already naked. How could you turn away from her now? As she stood there in her living room. No one would ever know. And your friend was gone. He left two years ago. Did either of you owe it to him not to succumb to your desires? You wanted her as badly as she clearly wanted you. She just had the guts to make the first move. But you know you wanted her. You know that there are countless times in the last two years that the friendly hug you offered her was covering for something more. So what should you do? Should you turn around and exit the room? Or should you take those few steps toward her, toss his old dress shirt on the floor, and add your own clothing to the pile?
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A Good Day To Show My Face
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Posted:May 17, 2016 10:55 am
Last Updated:May 17, 2016 1:05 pm
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So, I've noticed that there are plenty of people on here who do either face pics or body pics, but not both. I get it. I mean many of us work in an industry that would frown upon us posting naked pics of ourselves, and the best way to keep anyone from recognizing us is to refrain from allowing our private pics to sit side by side with face pics. At least that's one of many reasons to refrain from posting face pics. Some of us like the anonymity. Some of us are hiding for other reasons. I have some suggestive pics on my page, but I'm not actually showing a whole bunch of skin. I made the decision not to post face pics of myself for public display because I was trying not to be recognized by someone specific on here. Only, he should have recognized the legs pic I originally posted. He should have recognized the pics of my cleavage I posted next. He really should have recognized the eyes and smile pics. He's seen all of them...in pics and in person. But I've become bolder lately, displaying a very recognizable eyes and smile pic. And I've gotten to thinking about it anyway. Why should I care if he knows I'm on here? I know he's on here. I recognized his penis. I recognized his location. I know it's him. Oh well. And he had his chance to be with me. He had his chance for years. And he didn't want me. So why do I still feel like letting him officially know I'm on here is a bad thing? So, one of these days you might see my face pic on here and as a whole...not just my eyes or my smile, but the whole face out and proud and saying I'm beautiful damn it. And it's you're loss that you don't get to see it or me lying in bed with you anymore. And it isn't even very often that I feel like that. Most days I hate the way my face looks, for reasons mentioned in previous posts. So when I feel good enough about myself to want to show my face off, it's definitely a good day indeed.
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Chemistry
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Posted:May 15, 2016 7:05 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2016 2:31 pm
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Chemistry is a very complex thing. Sometimes you feel it, sometimes you don't, and sometimes there is no rhyme or reason why. You can have all the camaraderie in the world with someone. You can laugh at each other's jokes and think along similar lines but without the addition of chemistry, you will never be anything more than friends. On the flip side, you can discover you have chemistry with someone you don't even think you'd like to be around. Chemistry isn't the same thing as physical attraction, mind you. Sometimes you can find someone absolutely stunning and realize you aren't drawn to him in the least. However, there are times when chemistry can be felt without ever having met another person physically. Sometimes you feel the tug of chemistry just by talking to people over the phone or even via the Internet and you just know. In the past week alone I met three different men with whom I had struck up a friendship online. We carried on an easygoing and friendly conversation, and I would even say I'd be disappointed if I never chatted with any of them again, but I felt absolutely no desire for more than a friendship. It just wasn't there. But I met someone a month ago to whom I am drawn, and even though I have tried to fight it, I know I will see him every chance I get, and I will ride the wave with him until we either end up married or killing one another.
Yes, chemistry is indeed the frustrating nightmare you remember from high school and college. How much easier life would be if we actually liked the people we felt compelled to be near.But life doesn't work that way. We don't always get to pick and choose the people we meet, nor do we get decide who likes us. All we really can do is allow ourselves to be open to meeting new people, and accept the fact that we will meet a lot of friends until we find someone who possesses the elements to complement our unique mixture.
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May I have my tongue back now?
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Posted:May 15, 2016 4:43 am
Last Updated:May 15, 2016 10:47 am
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I stuck my tongue in your mouth to be nice
But may I have it back now?
We just don't click
There Is no chemistry
And I knew it from the moment we met
Until your lips touched mine
I hadn't even given it a thought
I didn't daydream about making out with you
I didn't fantasize about your hands on my breasts
I didn't feel excitement from sitting next to you
You put your hands on my shoulders and I drew away
But you kissed me anyway
I guess it was just something you had to do
After buying me dinner
And taking me to a show
I let you kiss me
I mean it was just a kiss
A little customary lip on lip action to make your night
But I didn't feel any passion
Not the least little bit
So really may I have my tongue back now?
Okay, so this may be one of those pieces that could upset the protagonist. However, I'm really only being silly. A bit tongue in cheek if you will...only it's his cheek, not mine.
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Words are sometimes better kept in the heart
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Posted:May 14, 2016 7:49 am
Last Updated:May 15, 2016 6:08 am
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I know there's a joke among writers (or maybe the joke is among people who know writers) about being careful or else you could end up in one of their stories. I never really thought much about it. Of course, I write about the people in my life. I mean I don't want to write about mythic creatures or events or things about which I know nothing. Unfortunately, I've managed to alienate two people lately with my writing. I didn't say anything negative about them. It wasn't like I humiliated them or used them as pawns or even killed them off in some violent scene in a story. No, I just used thoughts I had about them to complete a poem or tell a story. And in each case, the writing was seen and now the protagonist has apparently opted to stop speaking to me. I tried to make light of it...I'm aware that the intensity of my writing is more than some people can handle. It's like staring into the eyes of a tiger. But I don't really see my writing as all that intense. If I'm writing a poem, it's usually something I do in a matter of minutes...I write lines. If they flow, I keep them. If they don't then I discard them for better ones. Yes, they all have meaning to me, and the sentiments are genuine, but they are never intended to make anyone feel trapped. My thoughts and feelings are just that...mine. No obligation or reciprocity required from any other party. But to those who have chosen to no longer want to be part of the story, I thank you for giving me the opportunity to be a part of your life. I thank you for giving me inspiration when I needed it and for helping me find the words that wouldn't have been discovered without you.
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Too long for a status, too short for a blog.
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Posted:May 14, 2016 7:30 am
Last Updated:May 22, 2016 6:04 pm
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I'm going to go and see Rodney Carrington and Colt Ford tonight. I'm planning on going topless. I figure if there's going to be lots of talk about tits and stuff, I want to be the inspiration. Of course, it will likely end up inspiring a repeat performance of "Put ya clothes back on."
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Betrayal
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Posted:May 13, 2016 7:31 pm
Last Updated:May 21, 2016 5:23 am
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Of all the other women in the world
you had to choose her?
you couldn't prove a point with someone else
you couldn't find another woman out there
who'd be willing to fuck you?
You? Almighty, all wonderful, you
could only find one woman on this earth
willing to crawl into your bed
Or did you just need to go after the one
who would hurt me the most
By choosing someone I'd hear about
by choosing the one who'd share the details
by choosing the one I'd have to see every day
you could achieve the optimum result
and cause the most suffering
But I can't believe I'm letting it bother me
you're clearly not anyone I need to know
you have no respect
you have no conscience
you have nothing to offer me besides pain and heartache
and trouble I just don't need
Still somehow I can't believe you chose her
maybe you weren't so indifferent to me after all
you went out of your way to hurt me
you could have just walked away and never said anything
instead you told me more than mere words would ever say
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Summertime Again
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Posted:May 13, 2016 3:55 pm
Last Updated:May 21, 2016 5:23 am
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I know summer is still five weeks away, but in honor of my first day at the pool this season, here's an old favorite of mine...
Summertime is here again
Those sultry hot days
Full of hazy skies
Passion fills my body and mind
as the sun beats down on my darkening skin
There is an electricity in the air
That can only be felt this time of year
People ride around with their windows open
And their tops rolled down
Music can be heard for miles it seems
And a baseline can be felt
Pulsating through my body to its very core
A hot wind blows my hair around
The mixture of sweat, perfume, and sex
Fills my nostrils and intoxicates me
I close my eyes and am carried away
By thoughts of summers long ago
Laying out by the pool
Diving in when the heat became too much
Waiting for you to join me in the water
No one around but the two of us
Wrapping my legs around your waist
Drawing you close to me
As we float together deeper and deeper
Suddenly the phone rings
And I am roused from my reverie
Wonder who it could be calling?
Maybe someone to help create new summer memories
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Pure nonsense
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Posted:May 12, 2016 7:39 pm
Last Updated:May 13, 2016 3:54 pm
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So I was telling a friend of mind that I hadn't written anything in two days and that my blow job teacher, aka a guy I was talking to, isn't talking to me anymore and that it had the makings of a sad country song. Well, I do handle my sadness with sarcasm. And when I deliberately rhyme in my writing, it's a sure sign that sarcasm is all but coming out of my pores. A sad (bad sad) country song? Sure. At least a verse or two.
My blow job coach done left me
I guess he had nothing left to say
He said I was a raging success
With lips that were blessed
And my talent just blew him away
the truth is I liked his teaching
And I wish that he would stay
But I paid for the lessons
50 dollars a session
And I've no money left to pay
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Seven too many dick pics. 😉
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Posted:May 11, 2016 7:31 pm
Last Updated:Jul 2, 2016 9:49 pm
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Ok, random person, you have nine photos on your profile, and each one is a dick pic. Really? Nine? Of your dick? And they are basically the same pic over and over again? Trust me when I tell you this, but no one is as enthralled with your cock as you are. I may be jumping on the cock worship bandwagon, but nine pictures of your penis? And you couldn't think of any other body part to show off? Yeah, the thrill of seeing your cock was over after the second pic. The rest were just superfluous.
PS, for anyone who needs to be told, this isn't a rant. It's just sarcasm. I do that from time to time. If you don't recognize it, not just on my blog, but also out in the great big world, you're truly missing out.
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The face of an eating disorder
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Posted:May 11, 2016 4:20 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2016 5:23 am
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I have an album of face pics on here. If you're friends with me you can view it. I take pics of my face from different angles. It's like a self portrait photo shoot. I take them from time to time, and I even keep some of them depending on how I feel in the moment. Because of my eating disorder and fluctuating weight, sometimes I don't like my face, and sometimes I absolutely hate it. Even the things I like about myself (eyes, smile) lose their beauty to me. I don't always see the beauty. I see a blob. I see swollen puffy cheeks or ruined skin. I see double, triple, even quadruple chins. Even a good day isn't so good because it should be better still. The first place I gain weight is in my face. So, it's the first thing I hate when a binge cycle begins. I'm working on this poem. I will share it, though hopefully it will take better shape...right along side of me.
I'd like to think that my face is the same
That I'd be recognizable at any weight
But it's not the truth
Nothing is the same about me
After a cycle of bingeing
The angles are different
The cheeks are different
Even the smile is different
The level of self hatred comes through
The glimmer in my eyes is lessened
And the smile is dull
Even when I'm happy
I'm not content
Until I feel better about the rest of me
You will never see my face
As it is truly meant to be
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Milestones
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Posted:May 11, 2016 5:27 am
Last Updated:May 11, 2016 7:38 am
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Because its graduation season and because tears of any sort can be so healing. My is a sophomore in college now, but there are always new milestones. One is never not a parent once she becomes one.
Graduation…
I have imagined it for a long time now; I have in turn dreaded this day and longed for it. I have both protected its coming and guarded against its arrival. I have anticipated the tears that will flow from my eyes; tears of gratitude, tears of sorrow, tears of nostalgia, tears of relief, and tears of joy. But as this day draws ever closer, will there actually be tears? I’ve learned over the years that tears are funny things. They fall with memories and anticipation; they fall with anger and frustration; they fall with sadness, of course, too. But sometimes when you expect them, they do not come. There are many occasions in which crying is the expected response, weddings, funerals, graduations, proms, endings of one era, and beginnings of another. But these are the times when you are busy dealing with life’s happenings and have no time for tears. The tears come before the event when you are planning them, and the tears come after the event when you are reflecting upon them.
I have cried countless times over the milestones in your life. I have shed tears with the knowledge that each step you have taken is one more step away from me. I have been saddened by the years that have flown by. I have cried over the differences I have seen in you that have changed you from my precious little baby girl into the grown woman you have become.
But I wonder as this day arrives if there will be tears of any sort or if I will be so busy helping you get dressed and out the door to this special occasion to have time to shed those tears I’ve expected to shed. Maybe I will cry a little or maybe I won’t cry at all today. But the tears will come eventually, as the reflection of all that I have lost and gained because of you over the years carries us onward to life’s next journey.
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Those Blue Eyes
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Posted:May 10, 2016 9:24 am
Last Updated:May 13, 2016 9:06 am
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So, my literary agent, lol, asked for a story with blue eyes being the subject matter. I felt minimally inspired, but I'm sure I could write a better story, especially since I do love my eyes, and I'm a sucker for anyone who likes them, too.
She met him for coffee. There weren't any frills or fancy exchanges. Just coffee on a sunny spring morning. They sat there, lingering over steaming mugs friendly conversation and eye contact. He loved her eyes. He found himself wanting to look into them all day. They really were blue after all. From the lighting of the computer screen, they could almost seem green. But she said they were blue with hints of gold flecks that could be visible in certain light, and so they were. And either way, they sparkled and took his breath away. He knew he wasn't her type. She had commented in passing that she was an extremely physical person, and if she sat with you for any length of time and didn't find a dozen reasons to touch you, that was a sure sign she wasn't attracted to you. And she hadn't touched him once. In fact, she seemed to go out of her way to avoid touching him. But he still wanted her. And he was disappointed that it would never happen.
She left him after her cup was empty. A friendly side hug and she was gone. No words of endearment. No promise to meet again. Nothing. He got a refill on his coffee and sat back down. He pictured her sitting across from him still. Her blue eyes dancing each time she laughed. How would those eyes have looked had she been interested in him? How would they have looked filled with passion? He knew he would never discover those answers, but he couldn't stop himself from imagining them anyway. The torture of squashed hope a new constant in his life. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Everyone wanted to be his friend. No one wanted to be his lover. What she didn't tell him was that she liked him just fine. But her heart belonged to another. And all her passionate glances belonged to him and him alone. But there was nothing ever wrong about enjoying a cup of coffee with new friends.
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