OF TIME, SPACE AND FEMALE TO MALE POLARITY
Before there was anything, there was nothing. And in that nothing sat the stillness of time. A feminine form of peace, a stillness so vast yet still, there was no way to find her. Even though she was everywhere, she could not flow because there was nothing to flow through to get somewhere else.
One day, the enormous pressure of time on itself, the unfelt pressure like water at the depths of an ocean caused a small bubble to form, a tiny little void where there was no time. In that little…
…with dignity and respect, knowing women are trying to do the same.
I woke up this morning with the urge to call one of my friends-with-benefits to ask her if she wanted to come over and climb up on my hard cock so I could watch her tits bounce and pull on her hair. After, I’d make her coffee and breakfast.
But it’s been a few years since I’ve had that in my life, plus I moved to the opposite coast, so I lay here wondering why life is so complicated. Why people hide so much from each other, wishing…
The Sadness of waking up alone.
MORNING WOOD
I woke up from a deep REM sleep this morning to a throbbing morning wood. It made me sad for how long its been now without a steady lover, over three years.
I remember earlier times awakened to the gristle throbbing urgency of it, yet the warm soft body of my woman lying next to me. How I’d drag my scruffy cheek across the side bulge of her breast as I slid by flat hand out over the expanse of her soft creamy belly, down over her mound to then lightly pat…
The WHY Manifesto
“History repeats itself” and “The laws of natural selection” are concepts which each demand a distinctive perspective. The former, in order to survive, one must know their position in the cycle, as to acquire the right resources or equipment for what’s coming next (if fall is coming, to buy a warmer jacket). The later to understand and respect the forces of nature, to recognize how a random evolutionary mutation must be judged to be beneficial or a weakness, against factual criteria.
As an innovator, I’ve devoted my career to refining the ambiguity of choices that lead to…
SURRENDER, IS LOVE’S INVITATION
And sometimes, one’s Kink is to not want to see noise, to not want to hear the clutter of all that is not love.
To find a stillness in the leadership of another who has proven themselves capable of staring any threat straight in the eyes with such calm to render it paralyzed with fear. A fear incapable of measuring the power and strength present that makes such a calm peace possible.
In that containment of stillness to bow down into a trust built over time, a consistency of flowing love, in the surrender to that…
What if Men Had to Put Down a Deposit for SEX
Imagine a Tinder-like app where once a woman decides sex is on the table, she gets to set the deposit price. If it isn’t satisfying, the man doesn’t get his deposit back.
But isn’t that just sex work with extra steps?
When we climb into bed with someone, we do the best we can with who we think we are. What I’m focusing on here is the emotional and erotic disconnect that men and women have with each other, and how most people, try to make up for this disconnect through control, the accumulation of power and privilege.
Everything is…
Our lineage tells us when a bridge is required, but love cannot create one.
People don’t call life a journey for no reason. We all are trying to move forward on a road yet discovered. Since we all aren’t on the same path at the same time, others have traveled before us, years and millennium before us.
We may crest a mountain ridge and peer down into a new undiscovered valley becoming curious, attracted to our new challenge, or fearful of it. …
Not to be confined by the darkness, but to be nurtured by the fertility of it.
The soul’s journey into the coming winter is like the cycle of plants through the seasons. As the memories of summer, like flower tops fade, and the stalks fall over and start to decay, there’s a self reflection, not a sadness but a turning to the roots. To put the center of one’s energy output not at dancing in the sun but in crouching in the earth. …
Forgiveness is not something I can negotiate. Like becoming a hero, forgiveness is something I know nothing about when I embark on a courageous mission based on nothing but making right, the injustice I have created.
Injustice is defined by the act of advancing one’s own standing at the expense of another. As a form of colonization it can go unchecked until a different part of one’s character elects to respond to said injustice with compassion and reparations.
Once the center of my values are made aware of its negative actions, either externally or through self-reflection, a choice is set…
In human evolution all the way back to when Lucy stood up on the Savanna of Africa, to be confronted by a pair of hands, it has not been the size increase of brain gray-matter giving rise to higher intellect, but the opposite. The growth of the human mind was to keep up with the new realities the hands were creating.
As evolution continued past mimicry and mastery, at some point seeing motion as pray or food, had to give way to the question on “What is the intent of the motion? WHY is it moving that way?” …
