It’s superb to be out in the early, early morning before the sun comes up. There’s this sense of being super-alive. You’re in on a secret that all the dull, sleeping people don’t know about.
Unlike them, you’re alert and aware of existing right here in this precise moment between what happened and what’s going to happen.
~Tim Tharp - 'The Spectacular Now'
Photo Taken By: Me
* Christmas Wrapping~ The Waitresses ~ I Could Rule The World If Only I Could Find The Parts
* Happy X-Mas ( War Is Over) ~ John Lennon ~The Harlem Community Choir
* Please Come Home For Christmas ~ The Eagles ~ Please Come Home For Christmas
* Christmas Time Is Here ~ Vince Guaraldi Trio ~ A Charlie Brown Christmas
* Christmas In Hollis ~ Run- DMC ~ Tougher Than Leather
* Fairytale Of New York~ The Pogues ~ If I Should Fall From Grace From God
* Merry Christmas, Baby ~ Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band ~A Very Merry Christmas
* 2000 Miles ~ The Pretenders ~ Learning To Crawl
* Silent Night ~ Stevie Nicks ~ A Very Merry Christmas
* Baby Please Come Home ~U2 ~ A Very Merry Christmas
Christmas Wrapping~ The Waitresses
Bah, humbug!" No, that's too strong
'Cause it is my favorite holiday
But all this year's been a busy blur
Don't think I have the energy
To add to my already mad rush
Just 'cause it's 'tis the season.
The perfect gift for me would be
Completions and connections left from
Last year, ski shop,
Encounter, most interesting.
Had his number but never the time
Most of '81 passed along those lines.
So deck those halls, trim those trees
Raise up cups of Christmas cheer,
I just need to catch my breath,
Christmas by myself this year.
Calendar picture, frozen landscape,
Chilled this room for twenty-four days,
Evergreens, sparkling snow
Get this winter over with!
Flashback to springtime, saw him again,
Would've been good to go for lunch,
Couldn't agree when we were both free,
We tried, we said we'd keep in touch.
Didn't, of course, 'til summertime,
Out to the beach to his boat could I join him?
No, this time it was me,
Sunburn in the third degree.
Now the calendar's just one page
And, of course, I am excited
Tonight's the night, but I've set my mind
Not to do too much about it.
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
But I think I'll miss this one this year.
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
But I think I'll miss this one this year.
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
But I think I'll miss this one this year.
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
But I think I'll miss this one this year.
Hardly dashing through the snow
Cause I bundled up too tight
Last minute have-to-do's
A few cards a few calls
'Cause it's r-s-v-p
No thanks, no party lights
It's Christmas Eve, gonna relax
Turned down all of my invites.
Last fall I had a night to myself,
Same guy called, Halloween party,
Waited all night for him to show,
This time his car wouldn't go,
Forget it, it's cold, it's getting late,
Trudge on home to celebrate
In a quiet way, unwind
Doing Christmas right this time.
A&P has provided me
with the world's smallest turkey
already in the oven, nice and hot
Oh damn! Guess what I forgot?
So on with the boots, back out in the snow
To the only all-night grocery,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
In the line is that guy I've been chasing all year!
"I'm spending this one alone," he said.
"Need a break; this year's been crazy."
I said, "Me too, but why are you?
You mean you forgot cranberries too?"
Then suddenly we laughed and laughed
Caught on to what was happening
That Christmas magic's brought this tale
To a very happy ending! "
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
Couldn't miss this one this year!
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
Couldn't miss this one this year!
He had told her, once, that he wanted to find everything there was to know about her, that he had no intention of settling for less. “I will uncover everything about you.” Then his voice and his eyes changed and his demeanor pinpointed. “I want to find every hot button you have. The ones you hide—the ones under glass. I’ll find them. I’ll push them. I’ll mash them, recklessly, until you’re a drenched, silken mess. I will bring us pleasures that will make it hard for you to look me in the eyes”. ...
She had looked away when he talked about pleasures that would make eye contact difficult. His sincerity in such matters was like a burning light. So bright. But he made it okay. “Look at me,” he said, and she had no choice. He brushed his thumb across her cheek. “I want you to be exposed to me.” He said, softly, “Do you want that?”. She got that taste in the back of her throat. like the one, you get when waking from a nightmare. The muscles in her belly weakened, and her inner thighs felt a small tremble. All she could say was, “Yes.” As she welcomed his kisses.
-from Desk Job, body subversive
Afterward, still inside her, I wrapped my arms around her. She was holding me tight, clinging to me. She was shaking and her heart was racing. She was still gasping for breath.
I wanted to tell her: This is what I always wanted. I wanted to be here when you needed something to hold. I wanted to be the one stable, solid thing in your world.
I wanted to tell her that, but I could not find the right words, so I whispered her name again and again and again.
~nightinmyveins
* Let's Get It On ~ Marvin Gaye ~ Let's Get It On
* Add It Up ~ Violent Femmes ~ Violent Femmes
* Happiness Is A Warn Gun ~ The Beatles ~ The Beatles
* I Can't Quit You, Baby ~ Led Zeppelin ~ Led Zeppelin
* Out On The Weekend ~ Neil Young ~ Harvest
* Say Goodbye ~ Dave Matthews Band ~ Crash
* Little Miss S ~ Edie Brickell ~ Shooting Rubber Bands At The Stars
* Cornflake Girl ~ Tori Amos ~ Under The Pink
* Hearts And Bones ~ Paul Simon ~ The Essential Paul Simon
* Your Bright Baby Blues ~ Jackson Browne ~ The Pretender
~Out On The Weekend ~ Neil Young
Think I'll pack it in and buy a pickup
Take it down to L.A
Find a place to call my own and try to fix up
Start a brand new day
The woman I'm thinking of, she loved me all up
But I'm so down today
She's so fine, she's in my mind
I hear her callin'
See the lonely boy, out on the weekend
Trying to make it pay
Can't relate to joy, he tries to speak and
Can't begin to say
She got pictures on the wall, they make me look up
From her big brass bed
Now I'm running down the road trying to stay up
Somewhere in her head
The woman I'm thinking of, she loved me all up
But I'm so down today
She's so fine she's in my mind
I hear her callin'
See the lonely boy, out on the weekend
Trying to make it pay
Can't relate to joy, he tries to speak and
Can't begin to say
This is how I want you to remember me, curled up next to you, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat and tracing the intricate maps of your skin with my fingertips. Remember those moments when your jokes—no matter how silly or absurd—made me laugh uncontrollably? Recall the times I erupted into hysterics for no apparent reason at all, or when I cried because you said something that cut deep, leaving us both stunned as I struggled to recover from that heartache.
Picture me as fragile and gentle, as if I were made of glass—only showing that side to you because you were the one who held my heart with such tenderness. Remember when I felt so blissfully happy, and all the silly, outrageous ways I tried to grab your attention, from playful teasing to unexpected surprises? Think back to the moments of stubbornness, when I refused to talk to you, driving both of us to the brink of frustration, yet somehow deepening our connection.
Remember all the firsts we shared, together—the excitement of our first glance, our first conversation, or that electrifying first touch. Those moments were so full of joy that we found ourselves going back for seconds, thirds, and even fourths as if we could never get enough of each other. Recall the songs that became the soundtrack of our lives during those times, the ones you couldn’t stop playing on repeat, and how they echoed our shared feelings.
Don’t forget those innocent dreams we dared to nurture about our future—a future that felt limitless when we were together. If it comes down to it, I hope you won’t remember the ending of our story, which may be filled with sadness. Instead, hold onto the beginning—the spark, the excitement, and that unforgettable moment when you first realized how deeply we connected.
~M
Does she reveal all? No. She’ll give hints, and subtleties, and may allow you to peek in at times. Of course the eyes, the stories they tell if one listens. But if you are patient, and she invites you in, oh the heart you will discover. The depths you will feel as you drift further and further. She will love you like no other and her passion will burn hotter than you can fathom. And if you get that chance, my friend, do not waste it. Guard and protect it well; she is like no other creature on earth. Adore her for all she is.
~ B.T.
• D/S relationships still require compromise. People should be uncompromising when it comes to finding the right person or persons for their relationship but within the relationship, there still must be compromises. A lifestyle partnership is not all about what the D-type wants and the submissive acquiescing to every whim they have. One of the biggest facepalming moments for me came in a discussion a few years back I had with a dominant who lamented that they could not develop a lasting relationship. I remember asking them what they liked to do vanilla wise with when they were dating someone and they are all things the dominant enjoyed, so I asked them to tell me something that they discovered they enjoyed because they did something the submissive wanted. The reply, “You mean I have to do things ‘they’ want?” Facepalm, yes you dolt. Compromise is still part of a lifestyle relationship and dominant you still have two things, vanilla, and kink, that your partner enjoys and wants. The more a d-type gives to their submissive, the more the s-type will crave giving to their dominant.
• Submissives have voices and in a relationship, they need to use them and dominants need to respect them. All d-types are human, which means they are going to make mistakes and bad decisions. Dominants must always listen to their submissives, especially when the submissive says I do not think this is a good idea. A dominant leads. They need to have and respect their submissive’s thoughts, ideas, and opinions.
• Since we do not live in a lifestyle utopia, the vanilla world will touch every aspect of a D/S relationship. No matter how masterly master Matt is within the lifestyle their relationship will still need to have vanilla components and function in the everyday world. I feel one of the hardest skills to learn in the lifestyle is how to balance D/S with the vanilla bean world that surrounds all of us.
• Lifestyle relationships are still relationships which means people still have to click as people. There can be no simple checking off boxes on a BDSM checklist to decide of a prospective partner is a match. Even if people find that their lifestyle desires align perfectly, they can still come to discover they despise rather than adore each other.
• This might ‘cum’ as a surprise but kinktastic sex does not have to be part of a lifestyle partnership. So often what is expressed about the relationships and the lifestyle is kinky or ‘rough’ sex acts. The thing is many people involved in the lifestyle are asexual and there are even people who are involved who are virgins and not just nineteen or twenty-year-olds. Several people are choosing to leave sex out of their relationship equation. Additionally, some still believe in the old-fashioned notion of making love in addition to or coupled with kinky coitus.
• Submissives can end a relationship at any time they want and for any reason. Being committed to a dominant does not revoke a person’s right to say this relationship is not the right fit for me, it’s not you but, me, or just say goodbye.
• Submissives have all the control and ‘power’ in a D/S relationship because they can leave anytime they choose and most importantly they can say no for any reason. When a submissive says no, that does not mean the d-type can just continue or ignore it because this lifestyle is all about consent and no is revoking that consent.
• Many dominants will bust their butts to earn the submission from someone special and that is a great thing. The problem that I have seen over and over again is that once the submissive decides to give the gift of submission, the d-type plops down in their mental easy chair and stops with the hard work. Earning the submission from an s-type is no easy work but the real work is just beginning when a submissive agrees to follow a dominant's leadership because every day the d-type must labor to continue to earn their gift of submission.
©TLK2020
I consciously choose to acknowledge my good health, the nourishing food in my refrigerator, and the clean, safe water I have the privilege to drink as remarkable gifts. These fundamental necessities are not assured for countless individuals worldwide, reminding me of the deep inequalities that exist. The fact that I enjoy physical and mental safety is a privilege that I recognize and do not take lightly. I feel immense gratitude for having been born into a loving and supportive family, as well as into a country that is not torn apart by the brutality of war—these are blessings that many do not experience.
Reflecting on my life, I realize that it’s impossible to enumerate all the circumstances and advantages I have sometimes taken for granted. The basic needs that have consistently been met throughout my life, the meaningful friendships I have forged, the countless job opportunities that have come my way, and the financial stability I have enjoyed are just a few of the endless blessings that enrich my existence. Each breath I take is a profound miracle, one that I often overlook in the rush of daily life, yet each inhale and exhale serves as a reminder of the preciousness of life.
At this moment, I am pausing to embrace a deep sense of gratitude for everything I am and everything I have been fortunate enough to receive. I am thankful for the entire spectrum of my experiences—the joys that have illuminated my path and the challenges that have contributed to my growth and resilience—shaping me into the person who sits here today, writing these words.
I hold an immense appreciation for my life. This very moment is a precious blessing. Every breath I take is a cherished gift. Even my capacity to overlook so much is a gift in itself, yet it is not how I aspire to live—not when gratitude is always an option, and wonder and awe are choices waiting for me to embrace.
I wholeheartedly choose gratitude as a guiding principle in my life. I prefer to awaken to wonder. I desire to cultivate awe. I choose to remain open to everything that invites me to experience the miraculous reality of simply being alive for one moment more.
Happy Thanksgiving to you All.
Photo Taken By Me
She's the color in the world. Dangerous curves from a steady, sweeping broad stroke. My fingerprints graze her outline. She has hair that smells like coffee and eyes like the night sky- dark and calm. Soft lips that tempt like honey and taste like depravity. She takes the abuse, the sadistic way I coat her canvas. Pretty colors and decorations adorn her and she wears them well.
With fingerprints on her throat and soft whimpers in my ear. She degrades herself with words, her value for my pleasure. Eager to please. Eager to be useful. She salivates with every strike of my hand, edging from the pain of my enjoyment. She strips and presents herself, a mess between her thighs. Her eyes begged me to let her taste what I'd done to her.
She's my favorite flavor of sin. An intoxicated, masochistic junkie. She'll follow me everywhere, just to chase the chaos. And the chaos is loud, but I don't know how to love her any other way.
