I spent most of the day painting a bathroom, I hate the color I choose. How it came across on the card as matching one I've used elsewhere and once on the walls looks so different is beyond my feeble imagination.

Surprise! Surprise! Surprise! I received an e-mail today looking for the link to some of the stories I've written for Nifty, it's been almost a year since I posted any. I was happy to hear that anyone was still interested in the stories. Maybe, I'll go back to writing stories for them, it was a good experience (both in imagination and discipline). The little writing I've done for this blog is nothing compared to the stories I was chronicling for their readers.

I stopped writing short stories and tried applying my hand to writing a novel. In time I have written at least four, none of which I am pleased enough with to attempt publishing. Part of the problem is that I am not certain I have anything to say that the public hasn't heard in better forms already. Over the past few months i have broken from the discipline necessary to write a full length piece. I would like to get back to that if there would be something that I thought I could contribute to an ongoing discussion in society. Most of what I've written is fluff, stories without any redeeming value other than brief character pyschs. I don't know why that isn't enough for me? Much of what passes for literature these days is no better and much of it is truly worse. Still, if I read a Pynchon or Fowles I feel my writing is of a caliber so far down the ladder of beauty that I despair of ever finding my own voice.

I might need my tongue with him, but certainly not my voice.

Pecs and abs to devour.

An easily swallowed stream of gold.

And an easily devoured erection sprouting from an easily devoured young man. Frank.

Interesting!

I'd do it, even though he needs a shave.

A small gallery of dick.

Unreliability

For the last few hours I've been slowly starting to boil, why should I tolerate a BFF that fails to follow through on his promises? Over the years it has been a source of constant friction between us. He doesn't seem to understand that it bothers me and disarms anger by failing to respond in a comprehensible manner. Deep within I know that one day this is going to be the wedge that drives us apart forever. It won't be his philandering, his thieving, his lieing or his egoism, it will be his total lack of responsibility. Sex and love would be bad enough, but the promise of other matters puts the icing on the shit pile. Shopping, dinner dates, vet's visits, , etc.. Perhaps I am working myself up over nothing, at least that is how he would think about it if he ever did.

None of you can solve this problem unless you would like to take his place standing over me.

A day in the East

Spent the day craving Oriental. Old joke, "problem with oriental men? You're horny again in another hour." Old and bad. I doubt any of the men here would leave you horny. In fact I would bet the first man would leave you so sated that you might not get out of bed for the next 24 hours.

Life is a series of stereotypes. How else would we weave our way through millions of images every day? Stereotypes allow us to winnow our way through those images to familiar and pleasing images that only afterwards become human and fully developed. Don't believe me? Think about the last time you went out cruising. You walked into the bar, there were a dozen men standing against the wall. Within the first few minutes you decided that one or two of the men were possible sex partners, what allowed you to make that decision before you ever spoke to them? Stereotyping. You have an image in your mind which is the 'perfect' partner, it may be a cute blond twink or an elderly leather daddy. It doesn't matter what the image of your partner is, until you speak to him and humanize the image all you have to process is the physical being and how it matches what you believe the stereotype to be.

In one quick flash your stereotype might be destroyed. That cute blond boy might be into kink that you never imagined and that Leather daddy might be completely vanilla. So, what am I saying? Let your stereotypes guide you, but don't become a slave to them. When I was twenty-one I had a sixteen year old boyfriend that had five more years of sexual experience than me. He also was more realistic in what he wanted out of our partnership. It certainly was the romantic idea that I had of mansex. I had gone with him that first time because of the innocence I mistakenly seen in his eyes. Happily, he was good for my development including emotional. He is now a grubby mechanic, I bet he is still teaching other guys a lot about themselves.

A slightly more arty foto of Frank.

Balls that you could gather in your mouth and bounce against each other as your tongue rolled over and under them.

Decided to add a few facials to the post. Hope you enjoy.

Resolution

Spent the day hungry for some flesh. Finally around nine PM BFF showed up H&H. Shame he wasn't full of beer, then I might be totally satisfied. As it is we didn't talk much about the recent breach of our "relationship". I hate that word. Anyway he did promise to be a bit more attentive and to work on keeping his promises. Will he? I doubt a skunk can change his stripes. Why do I put up with him? I suppose it has to do with my own insecurities or inertia, I really haven't been able to figure it out. Not for a lack of trying, I promise.

If there were a pledge of fidelity between us life might be different. I can't give an oath that I will remain monogamous nor can he. I have done very little outside of our friendship in twelve years, but, the time is now. Not only have I done a little in the last month, but I am ready to do more if the opportunity comes up.

I hope this works as the gif. I don't know if it will or if I have loaded it correctly.

Yes, Frank would be one of those people that could tempt me to do him.

I finish the night as I hope to in the future with a pair of balls for you to salivate over, I mean that both literally and figuratively. Suck away.