Tell Me Something Good!

I have been on a blog lull for a while now as some family issues have been taking up a lot of my think time. My mom is dying, but she has been dying for a long time, ever since I can remember. I recently read a fellow blogger’s tale of her visit to her parents house. It brought back memories of the same negative shit I grew up with. Nothing was ever good enough, right enough, it was like talking into a void when I had something to say. I grew up attending a Catholic school. I still get angry at the time when I told my mom that a priest had fondled me, and all she could do was deny that fact. It happened to me mom! All she could say was “no way, that is a man of God and you will be punished for what you are saying”. What the fuck? I always thought a parents responsibility was for the safety and well-being of their child, maybe in the perfect world. My parents were divorced when I was very young, and of course I ended up living with mom.

To this day I think that perhaps she just did not know any better. She obviously had a not so perfect childhood herself. One of eight children, growing up in poverty, having to quit school in the fourth grade then going to work to help support her younger siblings. To this day she maintains the same negative state of mind she has had all my life. I keep thinking that the reason she has lived so long is because she has still not learned what she was put here on earth to learn. She will be ninety three in a couple of weeks (she had me very late in life), still lives by herself, and though I call her every day, the negativity is still there.

“Ma, how’s it going?” “Oh, you know, the same, too much humidity, the sun is out, too hot, too many leaves on the ground, they should cut the tree down”. And so go typical conversations. I have gotten used to the repetitions and miss-aligned thoughts that come from getting older. But the negativity has remained in all our conversations. So I keep calling her every day, and I’m always hoping that for one day there might be a little ray of sun in her words.

Needless to say I learned what not to do in raising a child and my son has grown to be quite an impressive man, and what he carries inside is every positive thing I have been able to instill in him.

By the way, I did find out that the priest that had fondled me was sent to Africa to serve as a missionary in some small mission in the bush. He was mauled by a lion. Now that is Karma.

I’m A Virgin Again!

I was having a very interesting conversation with a neighbor of mine yesterday about sex, the first time, and what it was like loosing the virginity. She proceeded to tell me that for her it was like a hurry up and let’s get it done so that she would have that step of her life over with. For me it was like wow!, and Is that all there is?, both at the same time. Then thinking about it some more, I realized I have lost my virginity many times over.
If you really think about it, every new relationship, one-nighter, every “piece of strange”, is like loosing your virginity all over again. Yeah, I know, nothing compares to the clumsiness of the first time. Those new sensations of touch, smell, and my favorite, taste, are all new experiences with that new partner. Ok, so sometimes in the heat of passion you hurry through a few steps, your partner is wet with anticipation, and your cock is so hard it’s about to explode, so in you go and…….
With maturity, the Art of Fucking is perfected to a point that every time you have sex, even if it is with the same partner, the dejavu’s of that first time can come back. I have also discovered that in reality a woman’s body is one huge nerve ending, and if you touch it just right, it will send a message to the heart of her sex, and when that happens, the rewards are numerous. I’m not saying that the all important chemistry has nothing to do with it, but if you are caring and take your time you can turn that little sex kitten into a ravenous tigress.
I have recently started a relationship with this woman I had met last year, but because of timing, we had not been able to enjoy the pleasure of each other’s company. In this case, it was well worth the wait, and then some. You see, I love a woman that knows exactly what she wants, and let’s me know it. If a woman is verbal in bed, that’s a plus, and when she truly loves to fuck, that’s heavenly. I normally don’t keep count of orgasms, but at our last get together, she had 14, I was amazed at her drive, insatiable. Her eroticism is unequalled to any one I have ever met before. I never knew that a person could have an orgasm from having their arm pits licked and sucked. I knew about the basic orgasms like clitoral, vaginal, anal, and even nipple orgasms, and she had all of these, but the pits? That brings a whole new meaning to the word. Of course, afterwards in amazement, I had to ask her if this was common for the response she was giving me? Her reply was that she was responding to my magic touch. Magic touch? I asked. Yes, magic touch, from your hands, tongue, and cock! She replied.
Not much for me to say after that, except realizing that we both had lost our virginity’s again.
So here I am in a sexual Nirvana, thankful to the Universe for giving me such a great gift. When the sex is great, most everything else falls into place. I for one, have never been able to have sex with someone I don’t get along with, not even for a grudge fuck. I also remain thankful to the women that have given me so many great moments of pleasure through out my life, and turned me into the hedonist that I am. So call this a post Thanksgiving, thanksgiving post.
With any luck this new woman in my life will be around to help me loose my virginity over and over again.

Letting Go

Letting go of a previous relationship is what we make of the time spent together. I have reached a point now that I can see the cause and effect of it all. The following is a poem by Pablo Neruda written from his wounded heart. I dare not translate this as it would be disrespectful. I’m sure the English version is out there in cyberspace somewhere.

POEMA 20
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Escribir, por ejemplo: «La noche está estrellada,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos».
El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.
En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.
Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.
Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.
Oír la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.
Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.
La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.
Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.
La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.
Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.
Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.
De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.
Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.
Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos,
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,
y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.
Pablo Neruda

ARE WE GETTING SCREWED OR WHAT?

Nothing like getting pissed off about one thing and forgetting about another. I get so infuriated about this oil crap that is constantly being shoved down our throats and up our butts. No one wants to accept responsibility for what is really happening. All the news media is telling us is that the price of crude keeps going up, at last news release it was upwards of $98.00 per barrel. Now I know that the war and the conflict with the major oil producing nations is partly responsible for the rise of crude, but the real issue is one that is not often talked about. The real issue is the value of the dollar, which has been declining steadily, the less it’s worth, the more it takes to buy anything, including oil.

Major companies here in the US have been outsourcing jobs overseas for a number of years and this dear friends is the reason things are the way they are. This means that we have been doing is increasing the value of foreign currency and when that happens the dollar goes down! Walk into any retailer and try to find an American crafted product. Jeans made in Mexico, shoes made in Viet Nam, tools made in China, what the fuck! Sam Walton, founder of Wal Mart must be rolling in his grave. You see Sam was a great American and he believed that the American worker was our greatest asset. But the jobs are no longer here. By going overseas companies don’t have to pay for vacations, health care benefits, and of course they save billions in wages. But do you think we benefit in the least from this? Also, imported items have to pay import taxes when they come in to the country, and do you know who pays for that? WE DO! It’s in the price of every good that’s imported. Are we stupid or what? By supporting all this crap that is being made overseas we are directly supporting the higher cost of oil! Let me go one step further, let’s say you have to call customer service for this widget you just bought and can’t figure out how to assemble. The item is made in China, and the customer service rep is in, you guessed it, India. ARGHHHHHHHH!!!! Doesn’t that just piss you off? It does me, I end up slamming the phone because I can’t understand a single word that is being said to me.

We are the only ones that have control of our future, and unless we make some changes in our everyday lives the change will be irreversible. This is one thing the government can’t bail us out of, it lies entirely in our hands. I have been closely watching the presidential candidates and let me tell you, we are so royally screwed in both parties. It’s so bad, I can see Dick Cheney voting for Obama! I guess what I’m trying to say here is that we need to hold the major companies responsible for the state of our country, and for every job that is lost here. If I have to grow tomatoes in a coffee can just so that I don’t have to buy one that has been grown in Chile, so be it. If my next pair of work jeans has to come from a thrift store so that I’m not forced to buy a pair assembled in Guatemala, so be it.

We can not continue to support companies that have gone and taken OUR livelihoods overseas, that is our money, our families that need to be fed. This is how I see it.

Love, Sex, and Passion

I am a hedonist. According to one dictionary, the definition is as follows; The ethical doctrine holding that only what is pleasant or has pleasant consequences is intrinsically good. This does not necessarily refer to acts of physical pleasures, although that is the general consensus in open conversation. I also believe that we have taken this human form for a purpose, and that is to experience the ultimate when it comes to the senses.

As we all know there are the five basic senses, these being; touch, taste, smell, hearing, and seeing. I, on the other hand believe there is a sixth sense, and that is the intuitive aspect of the mind. Passion, the object of such a fondness or desire. What draws us to something or someone when we have yet to experience them/it? The intuitive magnetic draw becomes passion when we experience through our senses that which gives us pleasure. Intuition comes from birth, it’s something that can be developed and enhanced with practice, we all have that capability. Unfortunately that sixth sense is a lot of times not used, and it is the greatest of our senses. We can look at a person and desire them for a number of reasons whether, spiritually, physically, or mentally. There have been many people that have come into my life and although I admired them and they stimulated me more than mentally, they just were not at the level of a sexual partner. The inverse also holds true. There have been many women I have wanted to just fuck, that is until I had a conversation with them, then all of a sudden, whoa, ’sorry but I have to go clean the lint out of my dryer’. I recall a line from an Eddie Murphy movie several years ago; Arsinio Hall asked him why did he want to travel abroad when he could have any woman he wanted out of his kingdom. His reply was priceless; ‘Because I want a woman that can stimulate my intellect as well as my loins’. Intellect, the sixth sense, the mind, the most erotic organ we have in our body.

Love is the manifestation of passion and passion has many facets. There is the physical, which can refer to anything from food, work, play, or sex. There is the spiritual, which can feed the soul, art, or even intangible things. Then there is the mind, and the passion that is created here is unequaled to any other. I suppose eventually we will be able to have a mind melt, where we can achieve great pleasure from transcendental thoughts. There is more to sex than just fucking, although nothing beats a good spontaneous fuck.

So I say unto thee my fellow mortals, love thy self for the capabilities that you have, and don’t judge others by your own limitations. Be passionate about it all, regardless of the outcome. Finally, remember that this is all there is and what you make of it is what determines your state of being.

The Perfect Blow Job or Cocksucking 101

Being a man that adores having his cock sucked, I wanted to write a post to one of the greater pleasures of my hedonistic life. But after reading Chelsea’s description, I bow humbly to her expertise. My god this woman is priceless. Enjoy!

Sex and the ‘Older Woman’

It’s been a while since I lost my virginity, 16 if I remember correctly. Her name was Mary and she was a semi-popular girl in school. That was also the time of my first blow job, and even though there have been many since then, that first one was like crack. I remember really getting loud and saying to her, “I’m going to explode!”, all I heard was a muffled, slurp, slurp “let me have it”. So I gave it to her and she greedily swallowed every last drop, licking her lips. To a kid that had been jacking off since 11, this was nirvana. Could it possibly get any better than this? Without a doubt. After a few minutes rest, and yes, when you are 16, it just takes a few minutes to get going again, I was reminded that we weren’t done just yet. So what the fuck do I do now, I thought to myself. Well, it appeared that this slightly older woman, 17, was a little more experienced than I thought. She proceeded to tell me that she needed to get off. So I asked her, “you need to get off what, the bed”? Slightly embarrassed was I after the explanation of the female orgasm and that she wished me to reciprocate her previous actions. I was supposed to ‘go down there and lick’. Reluctantly I inched my way down there. Upon my arrival I noticed this wetness, warmth, and this enticing aroma that I had not experienced before. I was about to eat my first pussy. With detailed instructions I started my deed. “Oh suck it there, that’s it, right there, gently”. I learned a great deal that day, and apparently did a pretty good job of it. Actually I was hooked, and thus became known to a small group of girls in my school as the guy with the “magic tongue’. It wasn’t long after that, condoms were as common in my wallet as my drivers’ license. After all these years I still experience that deja vu. There is nothing in the world that can take the place of watching a woman become contorted by a good oral orgasm. Then again, a slow, spit dribbling blow job is right up there. I have learned to appreciate women that are comfortable enough with themselves to say exactly what they want. Of course, they don’t have to ask but once for me to go down on them. Bon appetite!

Bring Back NIXON!!!!

Ok, so I know Nixon is really dead, but this was one Republican that had balls, or at least he used them the right way. So he got caught with his hands in the Watergate break-in, and how many since then have been caught but nothing became of it? Oh yeah, Bill got caught with his pants down, but at least he did it in style, cigar and all. More on Bill at a later post.
What brought Nixon to mind is that in the mid 70’s there was an oil crisis, that is, a shortage.
So Nixon decided to do something drastic, he lowered the speed limit nation wide to 55 mph! Now that took balls. Lowering the speed limit had multiple benefits. First, it saved millions of barrels of oil. Second it saved thousands of lives that needlessly end each year due to high speeds on the highways. But the key here was saving millions of barrels of oil, less demand for crude. So if I remember correctly from my Economics class, less demand creates a greater supply therefore, lowering prices on the open market. What a F%#*ing concept! And we don’t do this now because? Could it be because we have a leader with ties to the rude crude dudes? I was reading an article recently by one of the many statistical wizard’s stating that gasoline is likely to reach $4.00 a gallon by this coming summer. So that means that diesel fuel will be at least fifty cents higher. So anything that is transported by common carrier (18 wheelers) is sure to be more costly. We deserve it! They say that the pen is mightier than the sword so pick up yours and pass your sentiments to someone that can make a difference. In the mean time set your own speed limit to 55, you literally have nothing to loose and a great deal to gain.

Are you Ready?

I hope you are. In this blog there will be thoughts, opinions, sex, photography, ideas, and most importantly, you will get to know this writer. I plan on pulling no punches and will write exactly what is on my mind. Your comments will always be welcome, as I am looking for interactions between myself and you, the reader. Perhaps at times I may just wish to share a recipe for something really delicious. I will be posting as things come up with no certain time frame.
I thank you in advance for stopping by and sharing my life.