Priest of Sanguine

Everysince I can remember, I've wanted to fly.  Not in a plane or with a parachute but fly like Superman or using psychopathic ener... Um... Psychotic.... ?... psychokinesis!! Using the power of the mind to suspend myself in the air.

I have, and still do, harbor this belief, though over the years I've developed better understandings and umm.... Well... We're working on the possibility with the use of blood magic. ?

When I was in my preteens I believed that if I could see it in my mind and believed hard enough, I could do this shit! And damn straight I put action to my faith.  Opening the second story window of my parents house, I climbed out on the porch roof.  Lined myself up with the pine tree that had grown nearly five feet above the porch roof top and I ran!  I mean no holds barred, flat out, do or die ran!  I could see it in my mind... That invisible hand of energy gathering about me as I hauled ass down the full length of that roof... I could see it in my mind as the air rushed around and I cast myself, full force towards that tree.  Grit and determination, eyes wide open I sailed through the air like a fuck'n falcon!  Well... In my mind I did... What actual happened is I smashed the six to eight foot distances in a downward arch to the pine tree that was eight to ten foot away from the roof.  Spiralled out of control, ping ponging off every fuck'n branch on the way down!  Now... Running across that roof as I did, meant running past the kitchen, where my mom was cooking and as I rushed by started screaming her head off and yelling at my dad, who sound like a bull charging down the steps and bursting out the door, nearly ripping the bloody thing off it's hinges.  While I'm moaning half dazed on the ground with the weird taste of copper in my mouth, dad yanks me off the ground like a sack of taters and spins me around for the quick once over... You know, checking for bones or sticks that may have suddenly appeared to be growing out my dazed and disoriented body... Failing to find any was apparently the wrong way of landing on the prickly pine needles that covered the ground.  Thus, he proceeded to bend me over his knee and whoop my lil ass till the breath came back into my lungs and I could scream! ?... Or cry, but I only remember the screaming part.  Picking all the needles out of my flesh for the next hour was a lesson well learned.  One that took me nearly four years to understand.

1) psychokinesis doesn't care if all you're wearing is Superman underoos and a pillowcase cape... Weight isn't an issue when it comes to the power of the mind.

2) If you're going to believe you can fly, you can't use a safety net... like a tree, to catch you.  That only means you don't really believe.

3) Don't test your superpowers when dad is home or where mom can see!

Yes... I did try again... Around age thirteen, off a ten foot, collapsing, concrete wall.  Results: the tree was a softer landing....

Max

I was told all the things that you can't do as a first time Bunny owner... As I sat and listened to all the rules of do's and don't's It kinda stole some of my joy... for all of about three minutes.

I received a Giant Flemish Rabbit about 4mo ago from a friend who has a rather large family.  They didn't have time for him and he was constantly under foot.  With two of six children under the age of five, he was accidentally toppling them just trying to have social interaction so they called me knowing I've been talking about getting one when Tybolt passes, even though that's several years down the road.

Since then, I've learned a lot about rabbit care and taking what I learned with a grain of salt.  Just to name a few:

1) Rabbits don't like being held. 

Shadow: "Fuk that daddy, hold me!" And I do, nearly every day

2)  Rabbits are not like dogs... You can't travel with them.

Shadow: "But... But... I wanna goooo..." So he goes with me on trips to pay the bills or go shopping.  No crate, free to roam the truck and he tries to drive now and then, standing against the steering wheel like a toddler.

3) Rabbits are escape artists, you can't put a harness on them.

Shadow: "Oooooo that's pretty ?" and though he did nibble on it some, he has zero issues wearing his harness.

4) Again, they aren't dogs... You can't take them for a walk.

Shadow: "I wanna go to the park!" 

To those who think you can't... I give the wisdom passed on to me by my papaw, many many moons ago.

"Ya can't never do nuth'n...till ya try."

Just like people, every animal has its own attitude.  My little Shadow is very social, loving and craving to be with me everywhere I go.

And yes... I do sing the song! "Me. And myyyy shaaaadow, going with me everywhere I gooo"

Max

There has been a lot of talk that I've been doing lately, reminding me of bands I once imitated in hair styles, and clothing... Even with the fucked up that I was, it didn't seem to me all that bad.  I had songs and movies that "got me."

This is one of them.

Steve made this character enjoyable hateable. Sadist through and through.  ?

Max

For as far back as I can remember, I've had a Creed. "Do not ask of another what you would not do yourself."... In that Spirit and with a huge thanks to all you lovely ladies that have participated (or hopefully will) with showing off your Ass-ets:

Let's go Men, what's good for the Geese is good for the Ganders!

Encourage these women with your own confidence and Drop'm for the ladies!  Let that full moon shine.

Max

Got on a bit late but try not to swoon, ??

Take those damn shirts off men, nobody is expecting chiseled after 50. Be proud of your body.

Max

You can only use the word Asshole, once so I'm curious how many variations y'all can come up with ?

Enjoy and know I take no offense at anyone's pov of me.

Max

a couple days ago, I spoke of taming Elephants.  I'd asked for what it said to you as an individual, if it had any similarities that you noticed in your own life.  I also stated that I'd reveal the purpose today.

Unfortunately I tend to start writing and things take a life of their own and what was meant to be simplistic with a few nuggets of insight, became a five page write up in explicit details that would probably be more graphically terrorfying than most could handle.  So to keep it from being likely yanked off the blog board.  Here we are at the fourth attempt.

Keep in mind that what is being said does not apply to everyone.  Everyone has different levels in their journey and I am only speaking from my experience and knowledge.

Much like the taming of elephants, society does the same damn thing, passing on the banner from generation to generation.   From the moment we being to understand how to create movement we are in a taming process with "No" and "oh you so good" becoming our training.  Is it a bad thing?  Nah.  People need structure and general consensual understandings in order to have any hope of society.  As is evident in the current collapse of what we are seeing today. People desiring to redefine words to fit their own agenda instead of facing reality and moving forward with life... The reason we see such bullshit is our tolerance of stupidity, which has come about by removal of parents from teaching their children on critical thinking.  When critical thinking is removed, the flow of questions and curiosity cease and that is the shackle holding us in place.

The majority of children are in a system, taught by strangers who are forced to teach what is told to them by a government beuricrate, whether they believe in it or not.  If the child ask a question that could be counterproductive to the lesson, they are silenced.  Politely or rudely doesn't matter in anything but how you are left "feeling", so long as ya shut up, sit down and fall in line.  This isn't limited.  It's the pier pressure, which is the sheep trying to force you to think how they do, speak like they do and follow blindly just like they do.  The mom or dad that can't answer a question so instead of researching with the child so that all may grow, it turns to verbal abuse and "because I said so".  I myself have done it with all of my four imps at some point. I'm tired from work, I don't feel good, I'm irritable and "because I said so" is the easy solution.

And this is the heart of it ... We have become a lazy people.  It's the simple way to place an iron shackle on the ankle of an infant elephant and walk away.  It'll figure it out in time.

At what cost?

It was ripped from its family that it witnessed being butchered.  Forced to stand in place for hours or given a small enclosure to roam. Elephants are intelligent beings with a memory surpassing a human, so at what point do we think they stopped thinking?

At what point did we?

Removing the ability to question, leads to the inability to communicate, because silence learns nothing but self degradation.

"No question is a stupid question"... I call bullshit! There is no such thing as a stupid question that comes from a critical thinker, agreed.  The younger the asker of questions, the less stupid they are because they come from a lack of experience and knowledge.  But Critical thinkers consider multiple angles, logically determining that if the possible is removed from the equation then one must turn to what is seen as impossible and consider who what when where, why and how it's impossible.  Then reverse engineer the situation.  However critical thinking is a learned skill best taught to children.  Instead we continue to do the same damn thing, regurgitating the same lines of bullshit and expect a result that is mind-blowing and life changing.

For some, when the ability to ask questions has been so far removed and they are left alone in silence for what is too long for them, outwardly they appear more docile and compliant but in some cases what is happening is they are learning the lesson of the unspoken language... A child not talking is still thinking but it's thinking things it's afraid to ask because of past treatment to previous questions.  

When this happens the intentions no longer matter.  The words, no matter how genuine, now have double meaning and someone is now the author and creator of psychological masochistic.  The simple "I love you." Becomes cringe.  If you love me, then why am I silenced? The twisting of the knife is when one is set up to fail... Asked to do a task unbefitting of their skill level and then turned into a verbal punching bag for failing.  They go from asking too many questions to being "stupid, idiot", and any other degradation and humiliation that can be tossed on top.

The learning child goes into their teens and sometimes beyond, hearing the words and understands that this... Must be the truth.  The reason they are silenced from questions is because they are too stupid and therefore the questions must be stupid.  They must be the only one who even thinks so stupidly... And down the rabbit hole they go until something clicks inside the mind and the pain of neglect, abuse and abandonment becomes their life to which they clinge and find comfort in.    To such a one, your pity is food for self degradation... If they was stronger, better, smarter, you wouldn't have pity for them, so they repeat the same words and do the same task because in reality they find safety and comfort in the treatment while at the same time they are trying to talk in an unspoken language crying out for help but what is given is the same shit they heard from those with the responsibility to teach them.  If your words and actions are something you was taught as a child... Ask yourself, are these people fucking adults now?  Think about what you're about to say.  Are you talking to a child? Are you degrading them publicly, in their stupidity for not knowing what you see is obvious logic?  Think critically.  Break away from the shackles of society normal and do the unthinkable.  Go into the mire where they are and talk their unspoken language... I understand what it looks like.  To the outside world it's vulgar, abusive, and sometimes horrifying but THAT is where they live!

*Sighs and takes a moment.*

When Pity is food to fuel the reoccurring self degradation.  Empathy is a motivator to repeat the cycle... All that kind, oshy goshy bullshit is a trauma bomb wrapped up in a pretty little box with a cute little bow...

Am I saying, Don't be you, in all your sensi talk?  Fuck no.  You do you because you never know who your words might land on in the right moment or the positive change that it may cause.  So please do not stop being the empathetic voice calling from the light into the darkness.  Do not stop with your sickening oshy goshy bullshit... Today may be the day that a hand appears from the darkness in an effort to hope again.

Who knows where I'd been without the empathy of Tygress or the sacrifice of the heart and body of Trembling Rabbit who's romantic fantasy was an endless barrage of oshy goshy bullshit.

What I ask is that you critically think before you speak.  A psychological masochistic looks like any other down on their luck, bubble head who should know better.

I use to be one.  I still struggle from time to time, but I evolved into a sadomasochist and was then pushed to hard by life and became a monster.  I walk in the darkness, listening for those who speak the unspoken tongue, while honoring the few promises I have made to ghost.  I have walked in darkness too long to endure the light, I acknowledge this but others do not have to be shackled as I once was... So every now and then, when I hear a voice calling out in the darkness, and a sprout of Fuck burst forth from the barren soil of my blackened borrowed soul... I go to where they can hear me and I extend a hand.  I know it's ugly, it hurts your eyes to see but it is up to them, to take it.  I appear scary to some, an asshole to others but am I?  Or do we but speak in different languages while seeking similar goals of safely freeing just one elephant.

(Psst the answer is yes, I am an asshole... But not all the time.  Sometimes I'm the cock looking for a little anal. ?)

And to lighten the mood

Feel free to respond in the comments, bond or messages.   I've stomped that little fucking sprout back down, pissed on it and lit the bastard on fire, but I do enjoy a good conversation all the same.

Max

Back in the day, elephants were tamed in a rather cruel methods so they could be used for a multitude of reasons.  War, labor, entertainment, or just some fluff n puff king showing off his wealth and power.  Part of this training was to drive a long metal stake or wooden log, deep into the ground.  Fasten a metal shackle around a hind ankle and connect the stake to the shackle with a heavy chain.  Everytime the Elephant would try to take a step forward the chain would go taunt, the shackle would bite into its flesh and in time it would form a pretty bad wound.  The keepers would cleans it and apply herbs to help keep out infection and encourage healing but at no point did they remove the shackle.  Not until the behemoth stopped harming himself and was tame to being touched and ridden.  Afterwards a regular 1 inch thick twine rope was used as the shackle to a stake not even two feet in the ground.  At any point it could pull that stake up or snap the rope with no more effort than taking the actual step.  Why didn't it do so?  It was broken.  The slightest pressure around that ankle would trigger the memory of the iron shackle... It'd remember the pain and just stop moving.

However humans have a special brand of over inflated expectations coupled in double standards...  If something happens to spook the elephant and it takes off in fear, it doesn't immediately realize that it is free, nor how simple it was to be free.  Instead it tramples on, head long with fear, smashing and trampling anything in its way... Including any unfortunate human in the path of the fear induced flight.

In some cultures, if the elephant only destroyed property (including other animals), the owner of the elephant would be given a fine to pay and the beast of burden would be sent for retraining... Including the metal shackle.  Elephants are smart creatures and it would figure out that the rope was nothing so they had to re-break the creature in order to keep the ideal of freedom from taking hold.  If they couldn't re-break it, they'd kill the behemoth because once an elephant learns it can be free again, it won't forget.

Same situation but a human was killed... A fine was placed on the elephants owner and the elephant was killed.  No discussion, no remorse.  If an elephant knows it can overwhelm its captures, all humans become targets and THAT is unacceptable.

You may be curious as to when the training started because if it was already free and knew about freedom, wouldn't it fight to get out of captivity?  Damn Skippy it would.  Hunters would find a herd with several infants in it... Slaughter the heard, take the tusk and the infants and thus began its training... At the age of infancy.

As you reflect on the story, does something ring about in your mind that is relative to you?  Do you see any similarities in today's world relative to how we function and operate in society?

Feel free to use the comment section for a novel if ya like but remember this is about how it relates to you personally.  If you find you wish to blog the answer instead, feel free to use the title with "Challenge accepted."

Friday Feb 16th, I'll post my purpose for this blog and it's about learning along with personal growth possibilities. If for some reason you find something offensive that another person places in the comments... Keep it to yourself, everybody has the right to tell their tale in a way of which they connect.  I do ask, however that you try not to use "fuck", ever other fucking word.  ?

It's been 24hr so here's the results:

For those with a short attention span

#3 is the Lie.  I'm a slight germaphobe and can't have sex, protected or not, without seeing a Dr Report or knowing the person long enough to actually trust their word, and from a germaphobe standpoint, that's a long fuck'n time lol.  However, if I knew 4 other furries, that shit would be on like donkey kong!

#1) I was somewhere between 16 - 18 and her parents didn't trust me to drive her to the movies and back without um... having car troubles.  Little did they know that their lil girl was an exhibitionist and thrill chaser.  The movie was the latest one we get and they were correct in assuming that we wouldn't have made it back home in time.  We made it about 1/2 way through the movie when her hand fished my cock out and we started masturbating each other knowing that we had a couple two rows away from us.  The theatre wasn't overly populated but at the time, just knowing we could get caught at any minute made my heart pound like a jackhammer.  She had worn a skirt on purpose and ended up sitting on my lap for the slowest fuck I think I have ever had and much to her amusement... cuz she found it quite amusing to feel my whole body stiffened when she decided to do something that could get us fuck'n caught.. she slid off my cock covered in her juices and adjusted before slow bouncing her very tight, little ass down my cock.  I must have made some noise because it wasn't but a few minutes later that bastard with the flashlight came in.  The fastest pullout, tuck EVER! and gave us a warning, declaring that patrons were to sit in their individual seats.  The movie finishes and we are still doing a lot of touch and feel, edging one another, while she's begging me not to cum... not yet.... she's just sooo thirsty.  I'll hand it to her, she knew how to get what she wanted, and when we exited the theater her mom was waiting, a thunderstorm had started and they lived nearly thirty minutes away.  We'd already done a lot of crazy shit with her family around, blissfully unaware of us doing some form of sexual act to one another but this was definitely the first time it was so close that I just knew her dad was going to shoot me when he found out!  She was seated on the passenger side as we were in the back seat and she started out laying her head on my shoulder (Seat belts weren't required back then.) declaring she was exhausted and started to seemingly fall asleep, while her mom kept an eye on us through the rearview mirror.  If she had just one time turned around and looked, she'd seen her daughter had fished my cock out once again and was slow stroking me, and to be honest, I thought that was all she was going to do..  just another edging to make me dance and sweat in trying NOT to cum.  I'd given her an Oscar for the way she faked sleeping and slowly slid down my chest to lay her head in my lap.  It was then, I was torn between wigging the fuck out and being forced to act like NOTHING WAS HAPPENING!... O M G!  The girl loved her cock worship and mid-way home, I got to cum for the first time.. five minutes later the second time, and after the fifth time, she stopped trying to drain me... there wasn't anything left!  I thought she had sucked my left nut through my cock and was holding it for ransom in her cheek!   She stayed in my lap the rest of the drive home and when we got out of the car I nearly fell over laughing.  Not because of the fantastic cum heist she'd pulled off, but because she skipped around the car, now that the rain had stopped, splish-splashing through the puddles, happy as could be.. and kissed her mom right on the mouth before giggling as she ran off inside for bed.

#2)  About a year or two before I met ^AngelBunny^ I was going through some troubling times, dating anybody willing to meet up with me and I do mean dating, not fucking.  I was still hurting over TR and to be honest, I really didn't care who I was with, so long as I wasn't alone.  I'd even bring dates home to sleep with me and be that "honorable man" who wouldn't have sex on the first date.  Hold them through the night, treat them to breakfast, and most likely never see them again.  My headspace was dangerous, Beast was being Beast as he loves to torment me at my weakest mental times... making things seem tempting that I would normally toss his ass in our mental cage and tell him to suck a bag of goat dicks.  The woman I was dating was the literal "Psycho bitch" type.  Anything that involved pain was welcome and when they discovered Beast, shit got bloody. (Remember, germaphobe... No sex until I saw the reports!) So there was this one who we were casually dating, almost like fuck buddies but a little more than that.  She was great about staying on her meds and if she was late in taking them, I noticed and reminded her.. however when the meds run out and you've been having a 48hr fuck fest, you don't really notice shit like you should.  We'd fallen asleep after another cock torturing session cuz her holes were so swollen it was hard to get it in, even with lube... everything was fine and she'd passed out laying on my chest.  She wasn't even Five foot tall, a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet so to me, it was nothing, barely noticed her presence.  Dunno when it happened but here I am blissfully asleep feeling a light stabbing in my chest that kinda woke me up but not really... then her forearm pressed my neck but as I said, she was just a lil shit and her weight wasn't on the arm.  Besides, it wasn't the first time she'd been rough with me so to my extremely groggy mind, same shit, different day, right up to *CLICK CLICK* as the hammer was pulled back. A tap of cold steel pressed against my forehead and THAT woke me up.  I opened my eyes slowly, almost like a child peeking to see if the parents were still in the room and that's when I heard her having a very passionate discussion.  I focused on what she was somewhat talking... but sometimes whispering to me.. umm.. NOPE, she wasn't talking to me.  When I heard "you know he's fucking other women, kill his cheating ass..." I decided to get involved and just followed my instinct.
"hey babe... How's she doing today?" I was well aware of her "friend"
"She said you are fucking around on me!" Presses the gun against my forehead harder.
"and what does she base this on?" I asked as calmly as I possibly could, all too aware that her finger was on the trigger.
"We saw her!  We saw that bitch last night!"  She declared as her face became even more red but that didn't make any sense... we had been alone for the past 48hrs.
"Babe..." I said sternly "Where was you last night?  Remember riding my cock like the little porn star you are?" My hands went slowly to her waist and I started to mock grind her some.  Yes, I was using her fantasies to be in Porn against her but it was at this moment that I'm realizing I have more worth living for than what I had been acting like for way too fucking long.
"NO NO NO NO NO, We saw it!  We saw it in our dream!"  -_- What... The fuck.
I'm pretty sure I deadpanned at that moment... how the hell was I going to convince a woman who seriously needed her meds, that her dream wasn't a premonition??  A Dream is many times JUST A FUCKING DREAM!
So I did what any good therapist would recommend... I blinked my eyes, looked confused, and sat up on my elbows fully aware that this may get my skull a new ventilation window.
"In your dream?  Really? That's fucking amazing babe... Tell me about it, would you?" I don't know if it was the way I was saying it or the fact that she was just batshit crazy but she removed the gun from my head, laying it on my chest as she sat up on my torso (still in her hand, still hammer pulled back, still pointed at my neck) looking at me a little confused.
"Really?  You want to hear about my dream?"
"Of course I doooo.. You know I love it when you talk about your dreams.  They are fascinating!" or batshit crazy but I'm going with fascinating right now as I continue to focus all my calm acting skills on a lady who at any minute might be distracted by her friend, so not letting that opportunity happen, I press ever forward.
"You know what would be great right now?  Pancakes.  You know with the brown sugar mix that I make?  Whatda think?  I'll cook them up and you can tell me all about it."  I think at this point I was a bit happy that she was so predictable about breakfast foods.
"That sounds GREEEAT", she says as she kicks her legs around, slides off my torso, and puts the gun on the desk to head for the kitchen.  She liked to cook with me and I know I'm a good cook but how fuck'n good is your cooking that a person with a gun to your head, talking to a dark fae that hates you, forgets what the fuck is going on just for pancakes?!?  Hell yes!  Mine are no fucking where that good, but to her they were.  I got up behind her, quickly lowered the hammer of the gun, and dumped the shells into the top drawer while taking it with me where I placed it up on top of the cabinet.  She's not even Five feet tall... no way she's getting it back.  When we got to the kitchen I got her pills and reminded her to take them as though nothing had happened, made the pancakes, talked about her dreams, talked about a few other things, and ate her pussy like my life depended on it cuz um yeah, med don't kick in immediately and I wanted her asleep ASAP... I have WAY too many blades in my house to take chances.

While yes, I probably should have called the cops.  I knew she was Mentally Ill and required her meds.  I didn't so much as feel bad for her as much as I didn't want to ruin her life over forgetting to take her meds.  When she's on them, she's... yeah still batshit crazy but at least not dangerous ??  I did love my Psycho Bitches!  
Did I see her again? FUUUUCK NO! 

I've lived an adventurous life so for me it was trying to figure out what is a Lie that's not so obvious.  Thank you Pure for the challenge!

1) Mid teens: received a blow job to completion in the backseat of my girlfriends, Mom's car... While Mom was driving and glancing at me in the rear view.

2) Woke up to a pissed off girlfriend holding a .380 snub-nosed to my forehead while talking to herself on whether to pull the trigger.

3) Went to a Furry convention and ended up in a 5 way Furry orgy at a nearby hotel.

Once you stop laughing, feel free to figure out which one is the lie.

Good luck!

Max