Happy Hump Day.
Wishing you a prosperous Wednesday.
Only today, tomorrow then it's Friday.
Enjoy.
RIP Gene Wilder
June 1933 - August 2016
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
He loves me, He loves me not..
Something I wrote when wondering about a guy I was Musing on once.
Does he like me? Turns out he did.
He just never told me. Till much, much later. He was "intimidated."
How unfortunate.
WTS.
Does he let thoughts of me dance in his mind
Like velvety slippers, the daydreaming kind?
Did the confessions reach him too?
Secrets wanting gazes to deliver them,
Not knowing we knew
But still we remember them.
Was he as surprised as I?
New feelings popping out like burps.
A PLAINguage, our language
Like morningbird Chirps.
Does he wonder what I do when I'm All-Out of sight?
When I've All-Left and All-Gone,
Can he sense I'm All-Right?
Does He?
Like Me?
Has he asked the sky about Me?
Questioning cosmos,
Faster than a comet.
He can't hide that His pride,
Is ghost riding on it.
Does he imagine where my birthmarks could be?
What leg, which arm,
Shaped like a fault line with minimum cracks..
If I gave him a bite would he give me one back?
Has he wondered about my smell?
My ph-balanced,
Pheremoned
Nether-Regioned Spell.
The only fragrance in the Universe that wears heels
Spiritual stilettos, metaphysical wheels.
In his garden of Woman
Is there a flower named for me?
Am I a she-home for genomes,
His most favored tree?
Does he see thru my bone-structured face?
Queens, who birthed Queenly Queens,
And DNA'd these bones in place?
Whose struggles, lives and pains I've traced?
Ancestors paths that were never made of lace.
When drawing the map of his future
Am I found in the ink?
On the page?
In a chapter?
Is it violet or pink?
Are his feelings for me Art?
Wish I could take a look.
I'd climb right into his heart,
See if I'm in the book.
Does he like me? Turns out he did.
He just never told me. Till much, much later. He was "intimidated."
How unfortunate.
Does he let thoughts of me dance in his mind
Like velvety slippers, the daydreaming kind?
Did the confessions reach him too?
Secrets wanting gazes to deliver them,
Not knowing we knew
But still we remember them.
Was he as surprised as I?
New feelings popping out like burps.
A PLAINguage, our language
Like morningbird Chirps.
Does he wonder what I do when I'm All-Out of sight?
When I've All-Left and All-Gone,
Can he sense I'm All-Right?
Does He?
Like Me?
Has he asked the sky about Me?
Questioning cosmos,
Faster than a comet.
He can't hide that His pride,
Is ghost riding on it.
Does he imagine where my birthmarks could be?
What leg, which arm,
Shaped like a fault line with minimum cracks..
If I gave him a bite would he give me one back?
Has he wondered about my smell?
My ph-balanced,
Pheremoned
Nether-Regioned Spell.
The only fragrance in the Universe that wears heels
Spiritual stilettos, metaphysical wheels.
In his garden of Woman
Is there a flower named for me?
Am I a she-home for genomes,
His most favored tree?
Does he see thru my bone-structured face?
Queens, who birthed Queenly Queens,
And DNA'd these bones in place?
Whose struggles, lives and pains I've traced?
Ancestors paths that were never made of lace.
When drawing the map of his future
Am I found in the ink?
On the page?
In a chapter?
Is it violet or pink?
Are his feelings for me Art?
Wish I could take a look.
I'd climb right into his heart,
See if I'm in the book.
Monday, August 15, 2016
Thursday, August 4, 2016
He Jacks Off to You..
Sooo..
I was at one of my steady hangouts. I see an older guy I always see.
And he stares.
All the time.
Like his eyes are trying to solve a mystery.
Every time I look at him, he's already looking at me.
I give him no attention. He's not my type, not my style, not my speed and basically,
Not my problem.
Then the weirdest thing happened. As I glanced slowly at him, only to find him looking at me AGAIN,
I heard a voice whisper out of nowhere,
"He jacks off to you."
I looked at the glasses hanging on the end of his nose..
Say what? Come again?
Bad choice of words I know but,
He jacks off to me?
Was this my imagination speaking or some guide giving me information?
Why would I want to know that? Is there a reason I NEED to know that?
Some sort of prophetic hint? Should I be concerned??
Then I looked at him once more and it felt true..
He probably does jack off to me.
I could just see his decrepit hand moving up and down. Bent fingers grasping and tugging at (what must be) a very worn out dick.
His Citizen has been well Seniored.
This based on the assumption he can still get it up, that is. I've never heard of anyone using Viagra for self-sex, though I don't doubt it's happened.
Seems like a waste of a pill if you ask me.
"He jacks off to you.."
Eww.
Did he send me that thought? Was he jacking off to me in his mind while I was standing there? Telepathically inviting me into Jackdom??!
I don't think I've ever heard something like that pass through my mind before.
"He jacks off to you."
God I hope not.
Do NOT include me in your pornogory thoughts of cummation Sir!
Then it made me wonder..
How many guys are doing this? I mean, porn is widely available.
How many guys are using my (or any NON-porn star female friend's) image to reach their climactic goals?
Then I remembered..
I was once with a friend. He couldn't find his phone so he asked me to call it. I called and the phone rang about 3 times. On the fourth ring I located the phone and lo and behold, there I was.
My photo a'blazing on the screen as the phone went off.
"What are you doing with my pic?" I asked. "Where'd you get it?"
Oh I got it off Facebook.
(Getting pics off Facebook, getting off on Facebook, tomato, tomahto!).
"Why?" I asked.
Just so that when you call, I know it's you.
"You know it's me by my name and number. You don't need to steal pictures."
(Pictures stolen off the internet = Stolaroids. But I digress.)
We went back and forth a bit and it wasn't a big deal. It was however, a big eye opener.
People taking others' photos from social media.. some guy just made a fortune from an exhibit he created with photos he took from IG, to the tune of 100k per photo.
I guess that's all well and fine but..
What if they're jacking off to those photos? You post a pic of yourself scantily clad or sexy or just feeling free..
And someone is pumping all over your pumpkin.
I suppose it's only disgusting if you don't like the guy.
Nah, it's kinda weird of you like him too.
I haven't seen the old guy since the "whisper." I've thought about it though and my reaction is always the same.
"He jacks off to you.."
Stay away from me old man. You get anything on my clothes and that's gonna be your ass.
-WTS.
I was at one of my steady hangouts. I see an older guy I always see.
And he stares.
All the time.
Like his eyes are trying to solve a mystery.
Every time I look at him, he's already looking at me.
I give him no attention. He's not my type, not my style, not my speed and basically,
Not my problem.
Then the weirdest thing happened. As I glanced slowly at him, only to find him looking at me AGAIN,
I heard a voice whisper out of nowhere,
"He jacks off to you."
I looked at the glasses hanging on the end of his nose..
Say what? Come again?
Bad choice of words I know but,
He jacks off to me?
Was this my imagination speaking or some guide giving me information?
Why would I want to know that? Is there a reason I NEED to know that?
Some sort of prophetic hint? Should I be concerned??
Then I looked at him once more and it felt true..
He probably does jack off to me.
I could just see his decrepit hand moving up and down. Bent fingers grasping and tugging at (what must be) a very worn out dick.
His Citizen has been well Seniored.
This based on the assumption he can still get it up, that is. I've never heard of anyone using Viagra for self-sex, though I don't doubt it's happened.
Seems like a waste of a pill if you ask me.
"He jacks off to you.."
Eww.
Did he send me that thought? Was he jacking off to me in his mind while I was standing there? Telepathically inviting me into Jackdom??!
"He jacks off to you."
God I hope not.
Do NOT include me in your pornogory thoughts of cummation Sir!
Then it made me wonder..
How many guys are doing this? I mean, porn is widely available.
How many guys are using my (or any NON-porn star female friend's) image to reach their climactic goals?
Then I remembered..
I was once with a friend. He couldn't find his phone so he asked me to call it. I called and the phone rang about 3 times. On the fourth ring I located the phone and lo and behold, there I was.
My photo a'blazing on the screen as the phone went off.
"What are you doing with my pic?" I asked. "Where'd you get it?"
Oh I got it off Facebook.
(Getting pics off Facebook, getting off on Facebook, tomato, tomahto!).
"Why?" I asked.
Just so that when you call, I know it's you.
"You know it's me by my name and number. You don't need to steal pictures."
(Pictures stolen off the internet = Stolaroids. But I digress.)
We went back and forth a bit and it wasn't a big deal. It was however, a big eye opener.
People taking others' photos from social media.. some guy just made a fortune from an exhibit he created with photos he took from IG, to the tune of 100k per photo.
I guess that's all well and fine but..
What if they're jacking off to those photos? You post a pic of yourself scantily clad or sexy or just feeling free..
And someone is pumping all over your pumpkin.
I suppose it's only disgusting if you don't like the guy.
Nah, it's kinda weird of you like him too.
I haven't seen the old guy since the "whisper." I've thought about it though and my reaction is always the same.
"He jacks off to you.."
Stay away from me old man. You get anything on my clothes and that's gonna be your ass.
-WTS.
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