December 2009
7 posts
There are many reasons to clean alone.
For example, how do you explain to your mother that you have your own personal dog dish?
“You really won me over up there. It was really hot. If I could be gay, I would...”
– A woman I’d never met before. I’d say the burlesque went well.
the door
He told me he was leaving and asked if I wanted to walk him to the door. Damn right I want to walk you to the door. He was tall and kind and mischievous looking. His hands were strong and rough and I wondered what he did that kept them that way.
We went up the stairs to the entrance, made some small talk with people in the hallway, stopped and chatted with the door-girl. They were talking and all...
“You breathe prettily when you sleep.”
strangers and noise and kissing and dimly lit...
I didn’t really think he was hot. Wouldn’t have chosen him to chase that night, or maybe any night. Plus I was sure that the two of them were getting up to something, or working up to something, since he’d been sitting with her for a good hour or so while she watched the door.
Then she decided it was late enough to stop charging cover. She’d been itching to go down and...
nerves
My life has been exceedingly busy as of late. Among other things, I’m making my burlesque debut tomorrow. I’m kinda nervous.
Last night I was on a video call online with a long-distance friend, and showed him elements of a couple of my costumes. Most of the thongs I own are fairly translucent or mesh or lacy at the front, and I figured if I’m going with pasties I might as well...
bruises of another kind
why were we made so weak so frail humanity inscribed on bone and flesh we bruise when roughly handled though sometimes we can withstand the smacks and jolts that come with love that come along with living life it’s not smooth going and, as we both know, sometimes I like it rough but not like this to be reminded of mortality of body mind and soul my flesh can take a lot though sometimes I...