Bacon, Idolatry and other such Sacrilege.

Zolar: Dude, Francine gave me some insane tentacle last week.

Blorg: Are you serious? She never did that for me!

Zolar: Yeah, what can I say man, it’s crazy. She did this thing with her thorax...

Blorg: Bruh! I don’t want to hear any of this shit.

Zolar: Sorry duder, it was just so...

Blorg: Dude!? Enough already!

Zolar: Right. Sorry. So what’s the name of this planet we’re invading again?

Blorg: The locals call it Earth.

Zolar: Earth? Really. They actually named their planet “Dirt?”

Blorg: Yeah, insane right?

Zolar: Fucking humans. No imagination. Hey yo, pass the blunt.

Blorg: Oh yeah, here dude.

Zolar: *long toke* So, are we gonna, like, abduct their leader or what?

Blorg: Which one?

Zolar: Planet Dirt. What we’ve been talking about...are we snatching their leader or just vaporizing him?

Blorg: Dude, I’m saying WHICH leader?

Zolar: There’s more than one?

Blorg: Yeah bruh, like 194 or some shit.

Zolar: WHAT THE FUCK??? How does that work??

Blorg: Dude, I’m still kinda fuzzy on that myself. So like, they divided their tiny planet into 194 different sectors and each sector has its own leader.

Zolar: So it’s like a collective?

Blorg: Nah bruh, they’re all constantly competing with each other over limited resources and lame ass ideas. Pass the doobie man.

Zolar: Sorry, here. Lame ideas?

Blorg: Yeah, so like, 2/3 of the planet think that some all powerful Deity made the universe and their little planet in like 7 days or some such shit and the rest still think smart phones are a really good idea.

Zolar: Smart phones?!! Really? Geez...what kinda idiots would...?

Blorg: I know right?!!! It’s crazy.

Zolar: So what’s the plan?

Blorg: Well, I was talking to my partner, Yorn, over on Marexx 2 last night and he told me about this fucking ridiculously good weed at a bowling alley in a place called “South Bronx” so we’re gonna head over there to see this dude named Mickey.

Zolar: No dipshit...I mean with the invasion?

Blorg: Oh...that...I dunno man. I thought we’d just get fucked up and see what happens.

Zolar: Seriously? That’s all you’ve got??

Blorg: *shrugs shoulders*

Zolar: Fuck it. I’m in.

Blorg: Fuckin’ A man...so you and Francine? That getting serious or...?

Zolar: I don’t know man. You know what they say? Once you go insectoid...

Ok, I hate my nickname (soullesscorpse) and I want to change it but I can’t for a few more days so I thought I’d have a bit of fun with it and give some of you subbys without (or with) a Dom a tiny little non-committal task with a bit of a cherry on top.

So, whoever can think of the bestest new name for my profile by May 20th, (2020) will get a $50 gift card to the place of their choosing. Not a super prestigious prize, but not a truly challenging task either.

No limit on entries...comment with as many names as y’all can think of. This is all about fun but try to make the name match who you think I am based on what I write. The one I like most is the winner.

For people with depression and anxiety there is a certain time of day, usually just before sleep takes you off to the land of Nod, when your body is tired from work and your mind is weak from social interaction, that every bad decision, hard choice, difficult loss and debilitating heartache you’ve ever experienced begins to creep into your conscious thought and attempts to convince you that you’re worthless.

I call it the drowning hour because it feels like you are immersed in tank full of ice cold self-hatred and burning regret and every time you gasp for a breath of air it feels as if fear is filling your lungs with self-doubt.

Don’t believe any of it.

It’s simply a changing of the guard. Close your eyes and remember that you are better than any of the things that went wrong in the past because you survived and learned from all of it; the good, the bad and the horrendous.

When you wake up in the morning you will have a brand new day filled with infinite possibilities to achieve excellence.

Look, I get it...you want EVERYONE you meet to understand that you’re dominant. Nothing wrong with that but there are so many different ways to make that known without telling complete strangers to address you in a personal way. I say personal rather than respectful because we are ALL kinksters here. We all understand that certain titles are used for D/s dynamics, sexual gratification, role-playing and yes, respect between consenting partners.

If you don’t instruct every single person you deal with (men, women, super intelligent shades of the color blue) to address you as “Master”, “King” or “Daddy Doo Dah Day” then why do you find it acceptable to demand people you’ve only just met to address you as such?

Titles of Dominance and even submission must be earned and consented upon by everyone involved. If you can’t handle that then perhaps you should move to another planet or parallel realm where such things are an acceptable social norm.

Class dismisses.

If you only knew how many times I wanted to reach out to you; how many times I’ve began to compose a text, backspaced, began again and then deleted the words that I want so desperately to tell you. If you only knew how much I’ve ached to hold you in my arms and not feel this emptiness that surrounds and envelopes my soul any longer. If I could somehow express exactly what it feels like to be away from you day in and day out and only wanting to have you near...if you could see through the tears in my eyes and understand the way that they filter my every memory of your face...you would then comprehend all the pains that I so willingly endure, all the many things I deny myself and every jealous and spiteful feeling I bury deep down; all of that and everything else; if only simply to see you smile and to know undoubtably that you are happy and content.

A lot of the people who approach me about polyamory aren’t completely sure if I’m just using it as an excuse to fuck around or if I’m actually covering up some sort of fear of commitment. It’s difficult to convince anyone who’s already made up their mind about something before they’ve even given you a chance to explain yourself and it’s mainly been for that reason that I usually choose to remain silent until such a time as it becomes necessary to clarify.

I have someone in my life who’s support and advice has always been of great comfort to me. She and I have a very close bond that will probably never die and it’s a complete joy to have her in my life. She has a very elegant description of what polyamory is and in the years I’ve known her I’ve adopted it as my own; Polyamory is not a “lifestyle.” Polyamory is a “love-style.”

Polyamory isn’t about collecting as many lovers as possible or about sexual gratification on any level. Being poly isn’t so much of a choice as it is just accepting that you are incapable of rejecting or dismissing love wherever it presents itself in a pure form. If I fall in love with you then I will always be in love with you unless YOU do something to make that feeling go away. It does not mean that I won’t fall in love with someone else. It just means that if I do it will have absolutely no bearing on my love for you.

For me personally, it can be very hard to fall for anyone and it’s never something that happens quickly. Every relationship I’ve ever been in has formed organically over a prolonged period and has almost always stemmed from a close friendship. I tend to be attracted to free spirited individuals and while I consider myself pansexual I’ve only been in committed relationships with females.

Polyamory requires complete openness and honesty. I often times seek advice from the individual(s) I’m involved with regarding a new love interest and they generally consult with me about theirs. Does jealousy ever get in the way? Absolutely. I’m guilty of being the green eyed monster on more than one occasion but I always remind myself that my insecurity is unfounded because whenever I have needed love and support it has always been there for me.

I laugh when people tell me I have a fear of commitment because nothing could be further from the truth. I have two teenaged daughters who have never wanted for anything. I have a very amicable relationship with their mother. I have other commitments that vary from casual friendships to the very close relationship I share with my before mentioned beloved. I won’t go into too much detail about them but I can promise you that if I care about you I will go out of my way to see to your happiness.

I hope this has shed a little bit of light on what polyamory really is when practiced responsibly and with pure intentions. I hope that I’ve been able to surprise a few of you who previously felt it was something more sinister...and I hope that to the individuals out there who may feel as I do but just couldn’t quite put it into words, I’ve helped clarify the feelings they’ve always experienced in their hearts.

When you reduce a girl to the sum of her parts you are in effect removing her internal worth and stripping away her positive self-image. Physical beauty has nothing to do with a woman's happiness or peace of mind. She can be gorgeous on the outside and feel decaying and dead on the inside if you fail to appreciate and nourish what lies beneath the exterior.

Last night I dreamt I was in a crowded room surrounded by people I didn't know. There was a girl who I didn't really recognize but somehow knew I was involved with. I also knew that she was involved with someone else in the same room. It was the man behind me. If I looked over my shoulder I could kinda get an upside down view of him but I was unable to turn completely around. I could tell he was heavy set, bearded and seemed really tall from my vantage point. I kept talking to the girl and the nature of the conversation was sexual. She kept telling me she wanted to fuck me but she was more into the other guy. I kept asking her why she didn't just fuck the other dude but she kept saying she couldn't fuck him without fucking me first. I thought this was some crazy ass shit but I was getting more and more aroused as the conversation progressed. I kept looking back and seeing this guy she was talking about. He seemed to be looking back down at me every now and then.

Eventually everyone left except her, myself and the guy behind me. It was clear that sex was about to happen but I just couldn't wrap my head around this guy behind me. She reached over and placed her hand on my cheek and slowly stroked it and then she kissed me. Her lips seemed to envelop my entire head as she moved up and down my face and neck. After some time she leaned back and spread her legs wide open. This was it. We were going to fuck. I was just getting ready to move between her legs when I felt this dude’s hand around my neck. He held me tightly and there was absolutely no escape from his grip. He seemed to be pushing me down between her legs and I couldn’t stop him no matter how much I jerked and twitched. Closer and closer it approached until I could feel the heat of her sex. Then, I was enveloped in darkness.

Warm, steamy, wet darkness completiely surrounded every part of me. I was flush with excitement and terror. I had no idea what was going on or what was going to happen. I thought I might die. A strange tingly sensation began to creep up from below and I felt like I was either going to be sick or...something else? All I knew was that whatever was about to happen was the only thing on my mind. I didn't care about consequences or feelings or any human emotion. I just needed release and I wasn't concerned about her or him or anyone else.

I'm such a dick.

What kind of whore do you desire?

Does she value diamonds and pearls more than love and support? There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that sort of arrangement if both parties feel compensated adequately.

Does she wish to be lavished in simple and thoughtful things? If this is your ideal cup of tea then by all means indulge her.

Does she crave your attention more than anything else in the world? If you are able to supply her demand than perhaps she’s the one.

Do your hands wrapped around her throat motivate her desire to give you everything? It’s yours for the taking if you are man enough to not hold back.

It’s hard to pay the price if one doesn’t understand the fee.