3 things you did today...

James Franco is such an amazing actor: He's been the lead in movies about James Dean, Hart Crane, and now Allen Ginsberg. What in the world will he come up with next?

QP

P.S. Biting the pillow: A most special kind of hunger

 

So was a good time had by all? (I wish I could live your thrilling life...) :2thumbsup:

QP

 

So far...

1. 3 loads of laundry at 6 a.m.

2. Packing

3. More packing

QP

P.S. Don't you just envy my thrilling life?

 

OH Yeah, we had a good time. Who'da thot that an old man would have so many younger admirers. He'll be in town a few days so we might get together again.

(Sorry about your thrilling life. Moving is such a hassle - but it lets you see a lot of your stuff you might have forgotten you had)

1. Went to work, where the micromanaging CEO is fucking everything up with unilateral changes and where I have no input after 13 years experience.

2. Rewrote some verse that has relevance to my work situation.

3. Got home and posted my plegiarized verse here:

(With Apologies to Alfred, Lord Tennyson)

Charge of the Right Brigade


Not tho’ the worker knew
Someone had blunder’d:

Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do or fly…

 

1. Rode my road bicycle 5 miles to work like I do everyday
2. Finally solved a technical problem I had been working on for a while.
3. Warmly thought about the fact that I had gay anal sex (bottom) for the first time last night and want to do it again

 

You Must Have A Very Tough Butt To Get Bonked All Night, Then Sit On

A Bike Seat All Day...



Cheers Glen.

 

aToo funny. I actually asked him to stop after a while because I was afraid I'd be too sore - being my first time I didn't know what to expect. He said he didn't normally cum from anal, so I didn't feel too bad about asking him to stop. My butt was perfectly fine this morning on the ride in to work. Next time, I'll know I can go longer.

It amazed me how much difference the position could make. We tried me on top and also side by side and it just really hurt. I though my first experience was going to end in failure. But with me on my back with legs in the air, it popped right in and felt quite nice. Strange.

 

1. Took my two dogs and a neighbours to the vet for vacinations.
2. Took all three for a swim in the creek as a reward.
3. Managed a friends bookshop for the afternoon while he organized his divorce.
(No, I'm not the third party although I wish I was)

 

I'ts the angle of the dangle ducky.:dizzy2:

 

Haha, that's truly hilarious.

I've only experienced the "dangle's angle" twice in my life. And there was no pain at all. Of course I was totally drunk, so I suppose that helped to loosen me up (so to speak). :2thumbsup:

QP

 

I like it. Clever work.

QP

P.S. Did you read Richard Blanco's inaugural poem (in the Gay News section)? :toetap05:

 

It's part loosening up and part learning to relax.
I'm reminded of the first time I had a cock up my rear end. It hurt like hell until my gorgeous partner taught me how to relax. Then it was heaven. Oddly, in my old age I don't enjoy having my rear end pummeled as I once did and I don't know why.
Still, I'm not one to refuse returning the favour if I've been lucky enough to prod someone else.

 

For the off topic: I have always been a top but once tried bottoming for my long-time fuckbuddy Raul. He isn't all that big but kinda broad and it hurt. I was hurting for a couple of days and haven't bottomed since. I tried it - didn't like it.

Now for those first 3 things done today:

1. Got up, drinking coffee while surfing Web sites and checked in here.

2. Was directed by QP to the inaugural poem by Richard Blanco and read it.

3. Did online research and found those who liked it and those who were very critical of it. Determined poetry is a personal connection.

3.1 Got another cup of coffee and continued surfing.

 

And you left a most insightful comment. I think it takes a poet to know one.

Yesterday:

1. Got rid of a bunch of stuff I no longer need or use. Felt sorta sad throwing out my electric typewriter: I suddenly recalled all those essays I had to write/type in college. I can't believe I did all that wretched research without the help of a computer.

2. Picked up 4 books waiting for me at the library. One is a new bio about Diane Arbus. I'm dying to read it, but I still have so much more packing and cleaning to do.

3. Found a copy of Kramer Vs. Kramer at Safeway for $3.99. It's one of my favorite movies, so I snatched it up. But I bet I won't have the time to watch it for another month or so. Moving sucks big time.

QP

 

Life is odd: I was a total slut during my twenties and thirties. But by the time I reached forty, I pretty much lost all interest in sex. Now I'm more turned on by good conversation (which is harder to find than good sex).

QP

 

Same here with my old manual typewriter that I wrote so many articles and stuff on in the '80s and early '90s, much of it for publication (double spaced for editing). I got my first computer in '95 and could e-mail my articles to publishers. Still hung onto that old typewriter for years before finally getting rid of the dustcatcher. (it was difficult finding ribbons for it)



Today is still young so I haven't done much but drink coffee and surf the Web.

Would like to go to a display of WWII aircraft but transportation is a problem so will likely go to a movie to see Warm Bodies again, or to the beach if my new friend is going there. I'll be back.

 

Was your old manual typewriter a Royal? And did it have a carrying case? It looks a lot like the one I found in a thrift store in Chicago for $25.

I wish I'd kept that. No electricity or expensive high speed internet required. And the font looked really cool. But it was too heavy for me to bring along on my great escape to the Pacific Northwest. So I gave it to the Salvation Army (along with 95% of everything else I owned at that time).

BTW, I like the pic: Map on the wall, typewriter on a table/desk, an open book at your fingertips - plus you're shirtless. You remind me of one of the Beat poets (Ginsberg actually posed totally naked in several still photos and a movie or two)

QP

 

I was a rampant slut from the age of 14 and still am, given the opportunity.
Good conversation is indeed harder to find, especially down here in rural Tasmania where the IQ and education level is appalling and they're proud of it.
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And back to 3 things I did today.
1. Put horse shit on my magnolias, dug and watered it in.
2. Took the dogs for a swim in the creek.
3. Collected more horse shit from a local farm and called into a second hand bookshop on the way back. A total rip off so I left with nothing.

 

Ouch...



Cheers Glen.

 

Ouch indeed Glen and that's not just my subjective take on the problem. Standardised national tests reveal the worst numeracy, literacy and problem solving results in the nation. It's the problem solving results that are the most disturbing. You can blame the other two on education but problem solving tells us there's something really wrong down here. Medical authorities suggest it's a lack of iodine in the soil which is known to trigger developmental problems in early childhood.