Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Is there some tradition in particular that each year puts you into the Christmas (or Hanukkah or Kwanzaa or Festivus) mood? Maybe not the cheery, sugary, “peace on earth, goodwill towards men/women/human/animal/plant/atomic structure” mood, but the “hey, its that time of year” mood. For me it is listening to “The Police at Christmas” recording that I made back in 1984 off of a radio special on WMMS 100.7FM in Cleveland, Ohio. I pretty much just listen to it at this time of year. It amazingly has held up all of these years; not too much degradation. The show featured live and studio recordings from the various albums, interviews with the band members and managers telling about their Christmas memories, and recordings from their solo projects. If you were/are a big fan of The Police, it is an excellent program. I need to transfer the tape to CD sometime soon before it wears out.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Stop. Think. Suicide is not the answer.
You may have heard about this latest teen suicide on the news. I live in a neighboring township. I was at the middle school just this past weekend. I run past the high school all the time. I eat at the restraunt that bears his family's name. "Tragedy" doesn't begin to describe it. I didn't know the family, but the community just doesn't seem like a place where this could happen. Stop. Think. Suicide is not the answer. Stop. Think.
An Informal Survey
I've noticed over the last 6 months or so that we have sex most often and more frequently just before "Aunt Flo" comes to visit us each month for a week. I have a hunch that it might be the pheromones she gives off at that time. I hope this isn't too gross of a subject for you. So, male and female readers, if you don't have sex frequently throughout the month, do you recall having it more often just before her period starts as compared to other times of the month?
I've been tagged..."6 Weird Things"
I've been tagged by Mike and Eva
Each player of this game starts with the '6 weird things about you.' People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says 'you are tagged' in their comments and tell them to read your blog."Weird" as defined as "sufficiently different from the norm to make the average reader say 'Huh?" or 'Hmmmm'." Leave out sexual traits, since you know most of them by now, and concentrated on personality quirks that we hope you might find interesting, if not truly deviant. The six lucky (or not) new participants are named at the end of this entry.
This is a tough one - the more blogs I read, the less weird I think I am. Anyway, I list the them here as required.
1. "The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it." Ok, so I'm not Dr. Evil (or even his son Scott (the Diet Coke of evil)). But I do keep the scrotum shorn and would like to be beaten by Vilma...
2. Crossdressing. Sure, there are a lot of crossdressers out there, more than you might think. I'm not into crossdressing to be able to "pass" in public, nor do I want to be a woman. I enjoy the feeling of wearing women's' clothes. I love the feeling of wearing hosiery, wearing the various styles of panties and bras. I always wear women's panties, and frequently hosiery, under my male clothes. When I wear women's clothes that can be seen in public, it is more of an androgynous look - pants, jeans, simple blouses. Never a dress with two-days growth on my face! lol
3. Maybe I have an OCD (obsessive-compulsive disorder). I should have been an accountant. I keep track of my personal income & expenses every month on a spreadsheet and graph the results & trends. I log all the miles I run every month and keep a running total for the year. I log all the races I run in - distance, time, pace, bib number, and average the results. When I look at Leg Show magazine, I rate every woman's pictorial based on the number of breasts, feet, legs, ass, pussy, and face shots are in each picture. (Tell me that's not weird, lol!) My CD collection used to be in alphabetical order and divided by genre until she started moving things around.
4. My deep, dark fantasies are a bit weird. I've written a few of them here, and there are always lots more floating around in my heads (you know, the one on my shoulders and the one on the end of my cock). Most involve humiliation, submission, bondage, and crossdressing. What I wouldn't do to serve a woman (or women) that treats me like crap all the while wearing women's clothes. I'd also love to do nothing but bring her to (multiple) orgasms while my sexual needs go unfulfilled. This is probably something most people would think "I just don't understand this. wouldn't men want to be the dominant one?" But that's why its on the list.
5. I still like watching Star Trek when I get a chance. I also like watching anime films (or Japanimation to others). Some of the better films are so much better drawn than American films, e.g., Akira, Ghost in the Shell, Wings of Honneamise. And then there's the other stuff that's just fun to watch, e.g., Speed Racer, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Urusei Yatsura, Project A-Ko.
6. I have a fetish for women's feet, women's hosiery-clad legs & feet, and seeing women in nice shoes that display their feet. I'm drawn to them like iron to a magnet. Tease me relentlessly with a glimpses of your legs or feet. Keep me guessing if you are wearing stockings or pantyhose. I'll be putty in your hands. The ultimate pleasure is a footjob after you've allowed me to give you a foot massage.
Rather than pick six others, I'll let the readers take this task upon themselves. Just let me know that you've done it so I can read your list.
Each player of this game starts with the '6 weird things about you.' People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says 'you are tagged' in their comments and tell them to read your blog."Weird" as defined as "sufficiently different from the norm to make the average reader say 'Huh?" or 'Hmmmm'." Leave out sexual traits, since you know most of them by now, and concentrated on personality quirks that we hope you might find interesting, if not truly deviant. The six lucky (or not) new participants are named at the end of this entry.
This is a tough one - the more blogs I read, the less weird I think I am. Anyway, I list the them here as required.
1. "The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it." Ok, so I'm not Dr. Evil (or even his son Scott (the Diet Coke of evil)). But I do keep the scrotum shorn and would like to be beaten by Vilma...
2. Crossdressing. Sure, there are a lot of crossdressers out there, more than you might think. I'm not into crossdressing to be able to "pass" in public, nor do I want to be a woman. I enjoy the feeling of wearing women's' clothes. I love the feeling of wearing hosiery, wearing the various styles of panties and bras. I always wear women's panties, and frequently hosiery, under my male clothes. When I wear women's clothes that can be seen in public, it is more of an androgynous look - pants, jeans, simple blouses. Never a dress with two-days growth on my face! lol
3. Maybe I have an OCD (obsessive-compulsive disorder). I should have been an accountant. I keep track of my personal income & expenses every month on a spreadsheet and graph the results & trends. I log all the miles I run every month and keep a running total for the year. I log all the races I run in - distance, time, pace, bib number, and average the results. When I look at Leg Show magazine, I rate every woman's pictorial based on the number of breasts, feet, legs, ass, pussy, and face shots are in each picture. (Tell me that's not weird, lol!) My CD collection used to be in alphabetical order and divided by genre until she started moving things around.
4. My deep, dark fantasies are a bit weird. I've written a few of them here, and there are always lots more floating around in my heads (you know, the one on my shoulders and the one on the end of my cock). Most involve humiliation, submission, bondage, and crossdressing. What I wouldn't do to serve a woman (or women) that treats me like crap all the while wearing women's clothes. I'd also love to do nothing but bring her to (multiple) orgasms while my sexual needs go unfulfilled. This is probably something most people would think "I just don't understand this. wouldn't men want to be the dominant one?" But that's why its on the list.
5. I still like watching Star Trek when I get a chance. I also like watching anime films (or Japanimation to others). Some of the better films are so much better drawn than American films, e.g., Akira, Ghost in the Shell, Wings of Honneamise. And then there's the other stuff that's just fun to watch, e.g., Speed Racer, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Urusei Yatsura, Project A-Ko.
6. I have a fetish for women's feet, women's hosiery-clad legs & feet, and seeing women in nice shoes that display their feet. I'm drawn to them like iron to a magnet. Tease me relentlessly with a glimpses of your legs or feet. Keep me guessing if you are wearing stockings or pantyhose. I'll be putty in your hands. The ultimate pleasure is a footjob after you've allowed me to give you a foot massage.
Rather than pick six others, I'll let the readers take this task upon themselves. Just let me know that you've done it so I can read your list.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Argh! Its been one of those last couple of weeks. Nothing seems to be going completely right. There's always that small detail that is wrong that throws everything off kilter. It is very frustrating to say the least. Just when I think things are going to be completed, something happens and more work is required to finish. I haven't been posting lately due to this. I hope to find more time in the near future. The frustration leads to desires to crossdress more and more, to escape to somewhere to get away from it all for a short time, to have many orgasms. I feel the desire to go beyond wearing the day-to-day panties and hosiery, to go shopping for some new girl-clothes, especially some heels. As soon as I can finish this crap....
