I just want to share this right quick as I’m writing and I reread what I wrote so far... an erotica piece.
The line one was supposed to say:
”The buzzing inside me increased...”
What autocorrect decided I really meant to say:
”The bus inside me increased...”
WTF kind of kink is THAT, autocorrect?!
I found this memory on Facebook that I shared about 5 years ago and thought it was hilarious.... Apparently I had a bad year with birds.
Excerpt:
I am hereby officially confessing and apologizing for the accidental death of a small fledgling that perished so many years ago under my care. Anonymous friend can attest to my innocence as she was present and involved. So....to the bird population who has subsequently tried to do away with me in some fashion....I am sorry!!! I am sorry for the pigeon, and the hawk, and the other bird that flew right into my windshield. I didnt think that the avian creatures held such grudges but I have been plagued by bird waste ever since. The first attempt was that fateful day that My cousin was witness to....I will spare the details but let's just say...never ever spend a lot of time under a tree full of birds with your mouth open more than it is shut. I am sure there were many other instances but nothing quite as memorable. It's like they are painting a target on me...like maybe they will recruit the squirrels one day *shudders*...Anyway....so today....I decide its a great rainy April day for a nice long walk....and it was...I think I may or may not have walked an extra mile and a half over my normal 10K because I completely forgot how many laps I had completed because of a dead frog I didnt remember seeing the first go around. (that is definitely something I would have noticed).....So I was on my way back and I noticed....They got me again....on my knee....you cannot tell me they aren't aiming!
Perhaps the dancing queen 😸
Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA
Creep by Radiohead
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
She's running out again,
She's running out
She's run run run run
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo,
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.
The cartooning kinda sucks but I tried... and I’m gonna keep trying... so my work may evolve.
“Sub Nation: Queen of the Sub People”
Dressed in Black by Depeche Mode
She's dressed in black again
And I'm falling down again
Down to the floor again
I'm begging for more again
But oh what can you do
When she's dressed in black
My mind wanders endlessly
On paths where she's leading me
With games that she likes to play
And words that she doesn't say
Not when we're alone
And she's dressed in black
As a picture of herself
She's a picture of the world
A reflection of you
A reflection of me
And it's all there to see
If you only give in
To the fire within
Dressed in black again
Shadows fall onto me
And she stands there over me
And waits to encompass me
I lay here helplessly
But oh what can you do
When she's dressed in black
Dressed in black again
In light of everything that has happened I decided that instead of defining what I want in a Dom… a person…. I’m going to define the perfect collar that I will accept to place around my neck.
I was asked by my brother in law, “What do you want in a Dom?”
I couldn’t answer. Perhaps it isn’t so much that they are a Dom and hold certain characteristics but that they are invested in me. The connection is what really matters. Nothing drives me more than someone who knows me to my core; who has taken that time and understands me.
So here it is. The Collar.
The first thing I would like is for the collar to be made by hand from the bones of a rattlesnake. Not a murdered rattlesnake, but the bones of one that passed due to some accident or natural death.
I used to own a necklace made from rattlesnake bones. I bought it from this weird little store in the middle of nowhere when I was taking a UNIX networking class at Ft. Huachuca in Arizona. There were no paved roads to get there and if you sneezed you’d miss it. It was appropriately named “The Rattlesnake Store”, as everything in it was made from rattlesnakes.
The bones should be stained just a little. I don’t really like anything bright white and I enjoy a rustic edgy appearance. I don’t really want the skull of the rattlesnake, unless it is small and has it’s mouth closed.
The second component is what will bind the bones together. I’m still mulling this over in my head but I have two ideas. If a chain is used, it should be a strong chain. I was considering one for military dog tags. If my Sir happens to be one that serves or has served, leave the tags on the chain so I can wear them proudly around my neck. A leather cord might also work. I want a nice fastener for it if the cord is used.
The third component. I need moonstones. Somehow these moonstones need to be set in the bones. The more the merrier. Sparkly. (Okay no not really too many.. I sometimes need to reign in my inner faerie).
The fourth component. Adequate provisions for trinkets and coins gathered from various locations that Sir happens to bring me. I like travel and new experiences. I like trinkets and things to remember these things by.
The fifth and final component. Somewhere there needs to be the words “Love never fails” etched into it. Then opposite that “Szer’as so’as bas’sekir”. The latter means the same thing but in my made up fantasy language.
So… I have a feeling Milo might need a set of thumbs.
I wrote lengthy paragraphs about the first two heartbreaks of my life... it is time to write about the third and most significant.
This happened today, you see. I was blindsided. Ill prepared. I knew I loved this man dearly. I spoke about him a few times in my blog. He was my first lifestyle relationship. My best relationship I had ever had.
A few weeks ago we had a conversation and he told me he still loved me. He’d say it often. He was a first for many experiences for me. I’ll always love him for being exactly what I needed at any given moment.
Until today.
I received a message from a mutual friend. Another sub. She asked if I had heard about our friend. My heart dropped a little and I said, “No, please tell me it’s nothing bad.”
Then I noticed the message from his mom. I almost didn’t want to read it.
He had been working on a truck and it rolled on top of him and killed him this morning.
Thus breaking my heart along with his life.
I don’t really know what else to say at this point.
by Apoptygma Berzerk
What is the answer to “What do you want to do with your life?”
80’s Hair bands for 1000, Alex.
I Wanna Rock by Twisted Sister