Name' sake

"hello?"

"um, hi - is Phil there?"

"Im sorry, you have the wrong number"

"oh, ok - sorry"

"no problem"

Language - specifically love language, has been on my mind lately. 

It occured to me that this subject probably doesnt translate any more poignantly than in the kink world.

It was Gary Chapman who coined the idea, we all fall into certain love "styles". 

Long long ago, in a far away land . . . I was in a relationship , yes - its true.

Aaahh the rainy, lazy, summer afternoons - just laying in each others arms - basking in the beauty of a new relationship . . .

Butt  ☝️

At first I was simply enjoying how much she was enjoying me.

As time went on, as it does . . . The lights brighten a bit,  and you become more aware of the neighbors stupid dog that wont shut the fuck up . . . 

The "honeymoon phase" begins to wane.

One of said "rainy, lazy, summer afternoons", we were doing said "baskings"; when all of a sudden it occured to me "ya know, I dont really like what shes doing" .

How does one broach such a subject?

"How could one approach this tactfully?" I thought to myself.

After careful consideration, I finally said to her 

"ya know, I dont really like what you're doing"

After the ringing stopped, and the swelling went down - I regained my bearings and picked myself up off the floor and attempted to explain.

She loved gently caressing my skin. That was her love language - its not mine. 

Dont get me wrong, I do enjoy the gentle touch, the soft caress - just not like what she was doing.

Enter - Mr Chapman's languages of love, "The kink addition". 

*its not but should be

Feel free to talk quietly amoungst yourselves while I go contemplate why I wrote this . . . 

I drop my pen and the paper fades away.

I cant say all the things I wish to say.

I can only feel and reel at the flood gates,

A mere cast away.

One year my wife and I decided to break tradition and swap all the holidays around, celebrating Chistmas on the fourth of July and Thanksgiving on Halloween . . . And Easter on New years, and we got divorced on valentines day - it was great fun 

. . . 

I guess what im trying to say is ham tastes great anytime of the year 👍

Butt ☝️

The holidays can be a stark reminder for some of what they 'dont' have, or what they lost.

And it can be painful seeing all the celebrating going on -

And the commercialism crammed with a plunger down our throats!! - spend spend spend . . . .

And all the fucking ho ho ho and the stupid decorations

Tis the season to suck on my fucking . . . 

Ok ok, sorry

The point is, it can be a time of great sorrow for some.

I come to understand, the 'haves' have a right to celebrate what they have, who they have - I do not resent them. Blessings and good cheer 🥂

But if you're alone during this holiday season, or just feeling alone - please remember - there are many who do as well.

Need someone to talk to? Im always around.

Reach out to someone, anyone 🙏

Just felt like posting this (and to bury my dick pic)

Follow up to "oh my god I would invent things to do to her!!"

If memory serves, this was a challenge - to post messed up versions of classics, or something like that, lol.  Sorry, I cant recall who - but yeah, challenge . . . 

Or maybe just your favorite version of your favorite xmas song 😉

🎶🎵

Oh the weather outside is"Fuck it!"

So my dear, its time to suck it

And since we've no place to go

Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow

Girl, dont you dare be stoppin

Its right there, im close to poppin!

I like when you go way down low

Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow

When we finally kiss goodnight

I know you'll hate goin out in the storm.

But if ive spanked that ass just right -

All the way home you'll be warm!

🎶🎵😏

*dusty waste basket revival

They do not dare . . . 

           disturbed

Open hard locked doors

It will crack the world

Her

Pulse

Her . . . . Life

Forgiven Bastard!

Dont you dare

Leave the cold cold.

Forever! 

The trampled flower still lives

Still breathing

Still bleeding

Still

Take my hand small one

Take my hand please

It will wash off

Its ok

You are not gone, only broken

Still . . . . Ssshhh

You see? They are there

Your wings ~

Only broken

We can tend and mend,

And you will fly

Once again

It will wash off

You will see

It is NOT just ice

Take my hand

The damage dealer is gone

No more, its over

Take my

Heart. ~

The light has made us a promise,

It will wash away

Hide no longer 

Take my hand

And . . . 

Scream mighty one,

Scream!

I will hear you, I will catch your blood.

I see . . . 

You  ~

Laced Love Tapestry

The bringer of life,

The womb ~

Eve