I just have to ask though…Will he get his wish. One of his bits on death he said, “I don’t want to buried. Embalmed. Stuffed in a box. Cremated. I want to be blown up. Ba-boom! There he goes. Thump-thump-thump.”
Add comment June 23rd, 2008
I am thankful for my time with Delilah. She snapped me back to a mode of thinking that I had neglected for years. So much time was wrapped up in bills, reflecting on the past, staring into the future, and just tuning out so that I lost sight of the present. One way to focus on the present is being aware of sensations.
Sensual awareness tunes the mind into the body’s experience. When the mind is focused on the changes in sensation it has little time to reflect on anything else. The mind can only process the present. The past and future has to be let go. It takes practice to bring the mind and body into alignment. But it can be done in so many ways. Delilah uses several disciplines that she sums up as ’sensate focus.’
Continue Reading Add comment May 17th, 2008
Picture this: A lone man on the beach. Murse slung over the shoulders, camera in hand, barefoot, shorts & and t-shirt, and wearing a helmet. Add to that the fact that he has locked his bicycle, but left his cell phone and wallet in the rear bag. As if he thought, “Hey, the bikes locked. No one will be able to undo the zipper.” To top this all off, when he returns he finds that the zipper for the pocket containing said wallet and cellphone is wide open. The idiot: Me.
Angels protect children and fools.
Add comment May 17th, 2008
I wonder if she is right. Am I going through a transition? Or am I just getting a jump start on my mid-life crisis. It’s hard to tell. For many years, I have experienced the same nagging feeling most people get: Am I doing what I am supposed to do to be happy?
Continue Reading Add comment May 13th, 2008
What a couple of weeks this has been. If you are frequent visitor, then you have read about Delilah. My encounter with her was only a week ago this past Friday. This Saturday, I indulged in a proper Massage from Sierra and the Kinky Carnival.
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Looking back at the Posts about Jennifer and Delilah, I can say that both gave me a great deal of pleasure. However, my time with Jennifer was purely about the physical being. She was bright, warm, and friendly, but nothing spiritual or intellectual happened between us.
Continue Reading Add comment May 10th, 2008
I didn’t think I was going to make it to Delilah’s on time. The time allotted for preparations was frittered away somehow and I kept walking out of the door without one thing or another. Twice! I had to walk back from the street for something. Forgetting to brush your teeth before leaving the house means that you have something big on the brain. Hell, once I thought I forgot to put the gift into my murse (that’s “man-purse” for the rest of you). Turns out, I panicked and forgot that I had put the gift in the murse the night before so that I would not forget it the next day. Jeez! Good thing that my dick and head are attached.
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For seven years, I have refrained from setting up another appointment for a sensual massage. In that time, my relationship with Valerie has changed dramatically. We are no longer engaged, but have, until recently, been intimate friends. Our intimacy quelled the need for me to seek professional pleasure. However, two people with so much emotional baggage from a failed relationship can be hard on each other when still sexually involved. This final resolution a few months ago to be only friends felt right and finally possible to maintain.
Continue Reading Add comment May 2nd, 2008
I have been to plenty of strip clubs. A few of my experiences I have even written about in this blog. I have also written about a couple of the women in my romantic life. What I haven’t written about are the women I have seen outside the legally protected walls of a club or in the morally sanctioned arrangements of contemporary relationships. With that said, I probably sound like a sleaze that walks the streets or cruises the roads near the airport looking for prostitutes. And it must also sound like I must be a regular John somewhere. Neither of those statements are true. I have only employed women for my gratification twice and the frequency is seven years apart.
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In 1992, I lived in Osaka Japan for three months. It was one of the best times of my life. New foods, sites, and people. However, I got homesick like most travelers. Thankfully, Japan has its fair share of US imports. I found a Winchell’s Donuts (my girlfriend at the time thought dunking donuts was disgusting), KFC, and of course the king of comfort foods, McDonald’s. Because of McDonanld’s, I survived my pining for home.
It was the cultural differences that blew me away. Portions for everything were smaller. The Japanese idea for a large drink is an American medium. Milkshakes were made fresh and swirled instead of poured from a bladder of a cream concoction stored in the refrigerator. It was familiar and foreign at the same time. Even today, I long for the freshness of flavor.
The following commercials are solid examples of perception of imports in Japan. In some cases, the message of the commercial is the same as it would be in the US. “Take your kids to McDonald’s. Buy a Happy Meal. Eat junk food and get a free toy. Everyone is happy.” Other messages of less clear. They go so far as re-imagine Ronald McDonald as sexy hipsters. Finally, one “commercial” imagines Ronald McDonald as an adult with a hyper-activity disorder.
BTW - The last video might be a great way to scare kids away from junk food. Show them the video and then take them to McDonald’s afterwards. After you drag their horror stricken bodies from the restaurant, the mere mention of McDonald’s should throw them into a fetal position.
Onto the videos:
Add comment February 9th, 2008