I've been on lush the last few years now. It's certainly been interesting. The most rewarding thing has been meeting some nice people and getting to know them in a virtual sort of way. Some of these friendships have transferred nicely into real life. Of course, there are the crazy ones too, which keeps me on my toes. I am originally from Indiana, where they used to manufacture Studebakers. I had a childhood full of snow and Catholic guilt, but Life is good and sweet and fine, despite all the crap one has to wade through. I still enjoy snow, and thankfully the guilt has given way to occasional unbridled joy in matters of the flesh and spirit. My avatars are often barometers of how I feel. I like having fun with them. Most of the time, I am my avatar. Other times not. I tend to saddle up and vanish from here at times. It's usually not because I'm upset or mad, but simply trying to put things into some sort of perspective. I'm of a certain age and I've been trying to find a spiritual balance, which can be difficult when one is up to one's neck in blow job gifs.Alas, I'm afraid that I can be an unrepentant smartass at times, which occasionally gets me into hot water.I am drawn here to people with wit, charm, honesty, and openness. And sometimes I am just horny and want cheap and meaningless sex. Even more rarely, I'll pop out a story or poem, but I think I may be the world's laziest writer.I bat left-handed but I throw right. Oh, and I can't drive by a White Castle without getting sliders.....
It doesn't matter if they win, just getting to the World Series is grand
and she, liquid and warm...
couldn't have said it better .....you're my treasure and my joy here
old getting younger
oh, so it's you again....I thought I was finally rid of you.....ok, pull up a chair and buy me a drink.....no, just kidding, get the fuck out and take your darkness with you!
After all the noise and smoke and killings of 1881, Tombstone, Arizona began attracting scribes the way a buffalo corpse attracts vultures and flies. It seemed as if every newspaper back East had to have an eyewitness account of the big shootout between the Earps and the Clantons. These overly romantic seekers of Truth and Beauty inevitably ended up sitting across from Big Minnie, buying...
Added 15 Sep 2015 | Category Historical
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“Darkness is its own kingdom, It moves to its own laws, And many living things dwell in it.” -Patricia McKillip My kind is startling to humans when we are accidentally glimpsed, cloaked in night’s dark mystery. We are a unique type of were-folk, with an appearance more feline than wolfen, and of course werewolves are far more prevalent in your mythologies. We learned long ago to...
Added 11 Aug 2015 | Category Fantasy & Sci-Fi
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I am a farmer of fertile Kansas fields, considered by most to be a kind man with a welcoming smile. A pillar of the small farming community I call home, an elder at my church, and decent enough looking that women have commented on it over the years, particularly my blue eyes, which contrast with my weathered skin, I guess. I always choose my words carefully with men and women alike, and I like...
Added 13 May 2014 | Category Fantasy & Sci-Fi
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I am the beast that you feel in the night bold girl walking alone in the dark self assurance in your every stride when you return to your home I watch for you I am the whisper you thought that you heard the word that did not quite register at first Your name, whispered soft, silent as a spring wind the name I cannot resist using as a form of worship I am quiet and motionless as you saunter by...
Added 20 Jul 2014 | Category Love Poems
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Jill walked through the front door of the Bluebird Bar covered with snow. She got a mischievous grin on her face when she saw me. She walked up to my station and set her large thermos on the bar between us. She had on a huge over-sized knit hat and mittens that matched her black pea coat. It was obviously starting to come down pretty thick outside. It had only been flurries when I had started...
Added 03 Jan 2015 | Category Straight Sex
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She was a new girl. I had seen her sometimes, strolling through the market, taking her time, enjoying the booths and the people. I never saw her actually purchase anything but she always had a smile for those trying to get a sale out of her, before gently refusing and moving on. My poor booth never drew her attention until today when she stopped in front of me, offering an impish smile...
Added 04 Jan 2014 | Category Love Poems
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Many years later, after taking my virginity, Rosie would tell me that it was what I wrote to her in third grade that initially endeared me to her. A couple mean boys had taunted her about her skin color on the playground and I was a silent observer of the incident. My heart went out to her when I saw her lower lip tremble, followed closely by a steady stream of large tears wetting her...
Added 17 Dec 2014 | Category Interracial
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I’m so hungry from your love, My sweet child. We tossed all morning Now toss me a salad. Something fresh With tart and crunch to it. Peel off and carefully Tear some fresh purple-veined Romaine As I watch with sleepy sated eyes. Next a small wedge of iceberg Crisp and scrumptious. I am still savoring your girlish taste In my mouth, And your face...
Added 26 Sep 2014 | Category Erotic Poems
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I can’t go very long these days before I get the desire to see her Her eyes, her smile her body I feel an ache, a craving eating away inside of me An itch that I can’t scratch myself I need to feel the touch of she who cares for me and has a similar ache within her self I tell myself I’m my own man again and I've got places to see and wander through alone Before...
Added 08 Feb 2015 | Category Love Poems
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I do so love the storm of you. The wild wet winds of your passion Unleashed Unbound Untamed. But it is after the storm, when the calm sets back in and we lie entwined together, those are the moments I crave when apart. “Pillow time” you called it once. Those long quiet moments. No words No sounds No urgency. That is when I seek your eyes with my eyes...
Added 19 Sep 2014 | Category Erotic Poems
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