a simple update
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Posted:Nov 7, 2012 7:47 pm
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The company I work for during the day (small business, two owners, one store) fired one of my favorite co-workers this afternoon. I walked into the break room to ask him a question and he was sitting with our HR person, with a rather sick look on his face. A few minutes later, I passed him as he was leaving the building (an hour before his shift normally ends) and the same look was still there. He was basically being followed out by our HR person so I did not ask what was going on at the time. No drama for me, thanks.
I am more than just a little bummed by this. Not only was this guy pretty much my favorite co-worker, he also seemed to be making real progress in the areas he was in charge of. Granted, he wasn’t very good at supervising the guys he was in charge of, but I doubt that can be the reason he was let go. Until I talk with him, I may never know, because chances are they’ll give us some vague reason for his dismissal to avoid having anything used against them if they are sued. I seriously wish the guy well and hope to see him again soon. His was one of the couches I was crashing on from time to time, so now I will have to come up with an alternative to compensate for that. Being an introverted, antisocial guy with almost no friends makes that rather difficult, but I’ll manage.
This weekend, I will be working with my girlfriend on a job that is connected to her business, but that will hopefully be it. Searching for a place to live will probably be in there somewhere, as will an aerial dance performance on Saturday evening. I picked up a flyer from a troupe that was charging $5 a ticket for an upcoming show so I purchased ten of them and handed them out to co-workers, and the people who make my coffee on a regular basis. The guy that got fired today has a ticket – I wonder if he’ll go? That might be awkward, but he seems like the kind of fellow that wouldn’t shy away just because of that. I guess I’ll find out on Saturday.
I will be going to get a tattoo next week. One of the new hires has half an arm covered with very nice work and he says the lady who does it for him has a soft touch. As I have yet to experience the needle, even for a brief moment, I have no real idea of what to expect, I just know it’s painful. To what degree it is, and to what degree I can tough it out, remains to be seen. So, an artist with a soft touch sounds pretty appealing right now. This may be the beginning of much body art to come, or it may be one of the very few I can manage to survive, but I am at least getting one. Next month I turn 40, and want to get tattoos while my body still looks good.
Tonight I will be working on a new song, and maybe answering a few emails, but that’s about it. I am tired and usually ready for bed by 8pm these days, which is just ridiculous. I must be getting old.
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music for an orgy
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Posted:Nov 5, 2012 8:22 pm
Last Updated:Nov 5, 2012 8:24 pm 36395 Views
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My girlfriend and I spent another wonderful weekend together, but parted ways this morning feeling like we really hadn’t seen each other at all. Friday, I got off work and made my way to her townhouse by 6pm, but she was in Seattle on business and did not get home until after 11pm. We basically cuddled in bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms. Saturday, she had quite a bit of work to do, and I had a DJ gig that ran very late into the evening, so we didn’t spend much time together that day either. Sunday, we both woke late, and even with the extra hour from daylight savings time did not seem to be able to squeeze in enough time together. Leaving her to go to work this morning was rough.
The DJ gig on Saturday was pretty damn fun, but also very typical. The doors to the main dungeon area were kept closed for an hour to build anticipation (and a bit of a crowd) but the people that attended this month were a strange bunch. I’m not going to go into detail, or try and malign anyone, just take my word for it. I did have an unfortunate confrontation with a man who interrupted me during a conversation I was having with a lovely female guest, but that’s barely worth mentioning either. I was talking to her while doing my DJ duties, when this guy suddenly stopped us to ask if we would talk less, until his scene was over. He’d set up less than five feet from me, and I was using a conversational tone despite the loud music, so the request honestly caught me off guard. I asked in dismay, if I had heard him correctly, and we had a very brief exchange before I relented. Told him he could have the quiet he wanted, and clammed up. This, of course, did not satisfy him. He demanded to know why I had responded the way I had, and when I tried to explain, he interrupted me. Would not let me finish! My attempts to get him to shut up were only answered with, “Don’t tell me to shut up”. This happened a couple more times before I stated that I was done with the conversation. When he would not go away, I stood up, and received an exasperated “Don’t stand up” from him. It was at this point that I seriously began to wonder if we were going to get into a fight. Telling him that I was done talking, I asked him to please walk away from me. Of course, the response I got was “Don’t tell me what to do” but I did not stop. I continued to ask him, politely, to leave me alone, and he eventually walked away.
The lady I had been talking to at the time did not like being in the middle of the situation, and I didn’t blame her at all when she excused herself. I won’t lie and say the guy was rude when he first asked us to stop talking, but the moment I questioned him, his demeanor changed. He fully expected me to meekly respond and comply, and when I didn’t, it messed him up. Two sentences later, when I relented, that somehow wasn’t enough for him. He’d asked for quiet, I’d agreed to give it to him, but he not only remained angry, he wound himself (and me) up even more. I don’t know if the conversation we were having, or my show of aggression towards the guy were factors, but I took the cunt into a room shortly afterwards and used her pussy for a few minutes before turning her around and unloading into her mouth. When she stood to leave the room, my spunk was still on the edge of her lips.
The scene in the dungeon on Saturday was the most typical part of the night, which is why I was very excited to get invited to provide the music for an after party that was going to be geared very much towards sex. It would, in fact, turn out to be a miniature orgy, with as many as fifteen people having sex at one time. This particular party took place at a private residence, and the only way to get there was to follow the person who owned the house. The address was given to nobody that I talked to - we simply got in our vehicles and followed each other. We didn’t have to go very far, but with the late hour, the excitement, and the darkness I don’t think anyone really knew where they were when they finally pulled over and got out of their vehicles. The house was big, but not fancy, and there was an entire basement that seemed to be dedicated to having sex. Big beds, lots of pillows, lots of t.v. screens with porn playing on them, a swing, a hot tub, and a bunch of other stuff that eludes me right now. For supposedly kinky folks there was a noticeable lack of kinky toys and furniture, but that fact didn’t seem to bother anyone. Everybody was ready to get their clothes off and get to fucking.
I suppose the kinky party had been one long bit of foreplay for them. It did not take long for just about everyone in the room to get naked and involved. I set up near a small wet bar and just watched, having satiated myself earlier. Honestly, the men and women I saw getting it on with each other were not exactly of the body type I find alluring, so the temptation to join was not as intense as I had anticipated. I always say a hole is a hole when I am horny, but when I have recently been gratified/satisfied I can be a bit more picky. That’s probably a good thing, since I saw a great deal of unprotected sex going on, and eventually left wondering who would be experiencing rashes, sores and worse the next few days/weeks/rest of their life. Not that the lack of inhibition I witnessed wasn’t beautiful I just know that there can be consequences with that sort of fun.
So, what was good orgy music? People seemed to like Doctor Flake, Tricky, Tool, Morphine, Portishead, Massive Attack, Skinny Puppy and Velvet Acid Christ. Down tempo, bass heavy, and either sexy or dark. With the lights down low, it was a pretty intense sight to behold at times. Something I’m glad I didn’t miss, and in fact got paid to watch and provide the background music for.
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flat crow
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Posted:Oct 31, 2012 8:03 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 1:3 am 35710 Views
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The weather around here has been crazy (nothing like the East Coast but still schizo). For a short time we had what would be considered legitimate autumn days, and then suddenly, it was winter time. This lasted for nearly a week, only to be replaced by warm autumn days again. Then the rain started...
... but I didn't come here to really talk about the weather. During one of those chilly, winter-like days, a homeless lady that lives near my workplace was apparently cleaning "house". She had taken up residence at the corner of a building, near the loading dock ramp, and was doing her best to clear debris from the area. I only saw this in passing, but it was pretty clear what was going on. As I walked by, on my way to my favorite coffee place to get my morning fix, I saw her come out from behind the ramp with a very dead crow dangling from her hand. She spoke many words to herself as she passed me, headed for the street. I slowed my pace long enough to watch her make it all the way to the sidewalk before tossing the dead bird out into traffic. No joke. She even received a couple of honks from the vehicle it nearly landed on.
As the days have passed, that crow has methodically been pressed into the pavement. It is a very flat crow. Since the cold passed, and the rain set in, I have seen that corner of the building empty. It had little to offer in the way of shelter, so I'm not surprised. I also work next to a very large bridge, and suspect I'll see a lot more people under it in the coming months. Makes my "homelessness" pale by comparison.
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what's up
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Posted:Oct 29, 2012 7:17 pm
Last Updated:Oct 31, 2012 7:48 pm 35162 Views
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Yes, it’s been quite some time since I posted, but there are many good reasons for my absence. My girlfriend and I moved out of the townhouse we were sharing in southwest Portland a few weeks ago, and did not move into a new place together. She now lives further away from town and I – the truth, I guess, is that I am homeless. It doesn’t mean I’m living on the street or anything severe like that, but it does mean I am sleeping on couches and storing the vast majority of my belongings in a 5X7 room for a while. More on that later…
In addition to being technically homeless, I was also irritatingly ill for an extended period of time. The sickness lasted nearly two weeks, but thankfully I am healthy once again. What remains, is a lot of crud in the back of my throat, and a lack of energy in general. When I’m sick, I find it difficult to concentrate, so writing for the blog kind of fell to the wayside for a while. Look for more posts, now that I’m feeling better.
I have also been absent because this last weekend, my girlfriend and I took an extended vacation and made a trip to Central Oregon, to stay at Eagle Crest for a while. Our time was spent eating, sleeping, relaxing, fucking and watching movies. We finished season 1 of “American Horror Story” and also devoured “The Avengers”, “Seraphim Falls”, “Dark Shadows”, “Snow White and the Huntsman”, and “Planes, Trains and Automobiles”. There is actually a name for people like us, who watch a ton of t.v./movies all at once, but refrain from it most of the time. We’re called binge watchers, and dammit if I don’t think it’s just a perfect fit for the two of us.
Most of my spare time has been spent looking for a place to live, or a person to live with these last couple of weeks, but the right situation has not yet presented itself. At first I thought I would live alone, but realized it would be a while until I could afford to do that, so then I tried finding a person to live with, but found the people I was meeting were pretty fucking crazy. There’ll probably be a post about that for you to read soon. I’ve even tried some crazy things like advertising for a gay roommate on Craigslist, in the hopes of finding a situation with a reduced rent. I’m not above running around the house naked in order to get $100 knocked off my rent or something, and I definitely wouldn’t be averse to the idea of letting a man suck me off daily if I could live with him, rent free. As long as I am in the position of taking pleasure, and taking advantage in any given situation, I would be open to many possibilities. As it stands, nothing has been “just right” yet, so the search goes on.
Even though life feels like it is on hold, it is very much moving right along. My girlfriend and I have been apart for nearly a month, but it doesn’t feel like it’s been that long. We are going to be spending this upcoming weekend together as well – at her place, not in Central Oregon – and then before you know it I’ll be moving into a home of my own. This situation is not what I wanted, but I am going to make the very best of it that I can at least. I don’t consider myself single, so I’m not going to be out looking for another love, but I am going to set my cock free and allow it a really good time. Sex with many men, women, and individuals of an indeterminate gender is on the agenda. Won’t you join me?
I also plan on doing some more filming soon, so look for posts about that coming up. The place where I work just begs to be the backdrop for some serious sex and depravity, and I’ll probably attempt footage for music videos as well. I’ve already had a few people say they will participate in the porn, I just need to schedule it.
Look for more posts, on varying topics, coming soon…
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girlfriends of the past
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Posted:Oct 2, 2012 6:23 pm
Last Updated:Oct 29, 2012 7:19 pm 37024 Views
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I met my first official girlfriend while I was staying at my father’s house in Walla Walla, Washington, during summer vacation. She was just breaking up with a guy two years older than her, and I was about a week away from going back home to my mother’s house in Spokane. That’s where I lived during the school year, and where I would be a Freshman in High School, when I went back. That’s right, I didn’t have my first official girlfriend until I was just out of Junior High.
My first two girlfriends were wonderful, but I did not have sex with them, as I have mentioned before. I gave my virginity up to someone I was sort of in love with, and that was girlfriend number three. As you can imagine, once I learned how great sex was, things changed a bit. The first three girlfriends were about love and compatibility, but shortly after that they seemed to change and become more about attraction and sexual openness. For a while I still dated what would be considered fairly normal ladies, including several older women who loved that I was young, hung and could fuck for a very long time. I also dated quite a few inexperienced women who were more than happy to let me turn them on to many new pleasures of the flesh, but eventually even that began to change.
I’ve been in a relationship with a sexual masochist or two, fallen in love with a couple of psychos, married a stripper, lived with a woman who gave hand jobs for a living, and even fell head over heels for an escort. Of all of them, I would have to say the was the most stable, trustworthy, loving individual I was ever involved with, and the “normal” gals tended to be a bit more on the dangerous side. I’ve always been attracted to sexual confidence, but am not so shallow that I don’t look for a whole lot more in a woman/love relationship. As I’ve gotten older, being compatible in our day-to-day lives has become more important to me than whether or not a woman will be sexually submissive and take it in the ass often, but both are still present when I consider getting to know someone. As much as I am a dick, and would like to let my cock rule me, empty sex is still empty sex, no matter how good it is. When I’m done, I don’t want to just roll off and walk away all the time. I want someone I can relate to, share my life with, and love until the next time I am aroused and need release.
Women are beautiful, but it is their holes I truly enjoy. Mouth, cunt or asshole… as long as I can stick my cock in it I am going to adore it. I am not particular about age, race, size or shape but will be honest and say that women who take good care of themselves are of particular interest. In the end, if a woman expresses interest in me, and is not a complete nut, I will give her the time of day, and might even give her a taste of my meat. Women have always been holes to me, and they shall forever remain that way, but they have the ability to be so much more. Those are the ones I fall for…
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time to "EsKape"
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Posted:Sep 29, 2012 1:18 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 1:3 am 36143 Views
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Another Saturday is upon us, and that means it's time for a little "EsKape". Tune in to my 2-hour program on WTNRradio for a unique aural adventure. You will hear: Ben Harper – Basement Jaxx (featuring Amp Fiddler) – Dessa – Don Caballero – Gnarles Barkley – Clutch – Tipsy – Morphine – Grinderman – Out Hud – Diablo Swing Orchestra – Dan the Automator – Battles – Faithless – Twelve Foot Ninja – Denison/Kimball Trio – Depth Affect – Finger Eleven – Blockhead – Diamond Nights – Regina Spektor – Dirtclodfight – Devendara Banhart – Aesop Rock (featuring John Darnielle) – Our Lady Peace – Def Leppard – Thelonius Monk and much more.
Tune in, kick back, relax, and let the music take you for a ride...
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ass
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Posted:Sep 27, 2012 4:54 pm
Last Updated:Sep 28, 2012 7:05 am 37413 Views
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No, that is not a picture of my ass. I am not the jockstrap type, but would probably look damn good in one if I were. This ass belongs to a guy I am talking with, who lives nearby in Vancouver, Washington, and wants to visit me someday so he can submit to my sexual demands. We’ve been writing to each other for a few weeks now, and I even shared a brief conversation with him on the phone the other day, but we aren’t even close to actually getting together and living out the scenarios we’ve discussed. His schedule is just different enough from mine that we will have to make special plans, on a weekend or something, to have him drive over and give me that ass of his. And his mouth too. He claims to have a deep throat, but don’t they all?
I’m actually not much for anal sex with men, if you want to know the truth. Unless the man is super clean, and convincingly dressed as a woman, I’m just not going to be able to get it up. Put a man on his knees in front of me, with his mouth open, and my cock will rise to the occasion every time. Bend him over though, and I’m not sure I’ll respond. Anal sex with a woman, however, is fucking amazing. Meeting a woman who will take it in the ass is like catching a shooting star. On any given night, you’re bound to see at least one, but it still feels like a miracle every time it happens.
This little bitch from Vancouver though, might be fun to fuck. His asshole sure looks like it’d be tight from this picture, don’t you think? I’ve proposed many kinky and group scenarios with this guy but he is a bit shy and inexperienced. I think it’s important for him to have a connection, and not just be a piece of meat, and although I can understand that I am definitely not into cultivating a relationship with anyone right now. I’m going to make some new friends soon, but for now it’s all about the cock, and the fun I can have with it.
Someone else from Washington State – and from Alt – is also interested in coming to see me so he can submit to my sexual demands. This guy dresses like a woman, and looks pretty damn good when he does, so I’m going to take him up on his offer to host me in a hotel room when he visits soon. He’ll pose for me, swallow my cock, eat my asshole and if he’s a good bitch I might fuck him. That’s what most of these cross-dressing sissies want anyways, is to be treated like a woman, so I don’t mind obliging them when they are gorgeous, clean creatures. This “someone else” from Washington looks like one of those.
My cock is hard now. Going to answer some emails, and then see about getting my dick sucked…
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#4 on WTNRradio
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Posted:Sep 25, 2012 8:08 pm
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2012 8:08 pm 34073 Views
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My program "The Eskape" (formerly "Our Ruinous Music") is currently #4 on the "Hot Shows" chart. People finally seem to be warming up to my strange, eclectic style of often blending very disparate styles of music together. If you want to listen, scroll down until you see the banner for "The EsKape" and you'll see the address there.
And if you click on any of my past shows, in the Archive, you can listen to them for free as well...
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Gratuitous Frontal Nudity
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Posted:Sep 24, 2012 7:28 pm
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2013 7:52 pm 34466 Views
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Last weekend was the six year anniversary of the day my girlfriend and I met for the first time. We spent the time together just doing our best to relax and enjoy the bit of time we have left together. She and I are going to be moving out of the townhouse we are currently staying in together, but we will not be moving into the same place when we leave. The explanation for this odd situation is a post in and of itself, but I am too damn tired to go into it tonight.
In the meantime, here's a gratuitous shot of my cock (and amazing abs!) for all you pervs to enjoy. I'm happy to see my first two "watchers" are female, but also a little surprised. I expected more men would be drawn to me right away...
Enjoy the picture and thanks for your patience. I'll be posting again soon!
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sharing my sexual past/story (1)
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Posted:Sep 18, 2012 7:45 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 1:3 am 36460 Views
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My first erection also came with my first kiss, in first grade. It was with the second cutest girl in the school, and I would later go on to kiss the best looking girl, that same year. Then acne, dandruff, braces, and schoolwork took me out of the running for any more of those treasured kisses, for nearly nine years.
The first and only wet dream I can remember was very disturbing. It involved a stall in a public bathroom, and a naked woman sitting on the toilet with a bullet hole in her forehead. Yet, I am not as fucked up as you might think.
I learned about masturbation from a neighborhood , who also liked to “play” with his sister under the covers, at their house. I think we were in Junior High School but it may have been sooner. For a while, I did it wrong, but still managed to get myself off. I think the first two times, nothing came out, then I hit that big moment when there was actually ejaculate to witness and dispose of. Shortly after that, I began sneaking peeks at nude magazines and watching late-night Showtime and HBO, hoping for the sight of more than a pair of boobs.
I don’t remember sex being explained to me, clinically or otherwise. Watching movies, and listening to people talk about it, I understood what needed to happen, and it didn’t gross me out or mystify me all that much. It did scare me though, and I wimped out of an opportunity to lose my virginity once or twice. Simply chose to break up with the girl instead of join her at that next level. I wasn’t so much afraid of sex, I was just frightened of maybe doing something wrong and getting laughed at.
My first sexual experiences were really with boys my own age. They were actually friends that I could manipulate into doing things to/for me. These were the times when I was attractive to no member of the opposite sex, but still had desires as yet unexplored or unsatisfied. I would channel those unanswered wants into some time in juvenile detention, after writing nasty sex notes to a woman on my paper route, but that’s another story for another time.
I did not lose my virginity until I was 18 years old. That’s right; 18. I wanted to be in love, even though I was desperate to perform many sexual acts, and so I waited. Not in all the years since, did I decide that I would only have sex with one gender. I’ve always known I would date and fall in love with women, but also knew deep down that I would wind up being intimate with more men. I can’t explain the reasons why this is so, but if I gave my opinion it would probably offend many of you. So, I’ll save that for later as well.
I knew that I was kinky at a very young age. I used to spank the girls from across the street – there were three of them, and they were absolutely adorable – long before I even understood why it felt so good to do it. I remember we would also pee together. Not on each other, but we loved to watch each other. I wonder if those girls ever grew up to be perverts?
I did not enter the world of kink until I was in my early 20’s, and found it so boring at the time that I quickly pulled myself right back out. Munches, negotiating scenes, and most of the rules/etiquette/attitudes that seemed to go with the BDSM folks/scene did not fit me at the time, so I chose to seek kinky partners outside of that community. I did rather well, and met some crazy people. There are plenty of stories to tell there as well.
I have been married once, to a stripper, and we were divorced shortly after I got out of prison. Go figure. We were both sex freaks while we were together, but she still felt the need to “cheat” on me by being dishonest about the things she was doing. I can’t stand being with people who are bad, simply because it feels good to be bad, but I understand them. I was once one of those people, and can still be guilty of it from time to time, but hopefully on levels that are much less destructive to myself, and others. The rules I break now involve smoking a bowl or getting a blow job in the basement at work, not carrying on a relationship with two women at once without either of them knowing about it. I’m not trying to be that guy any more.
Growing up, my cock was average length and width, but through the use of a cock ring and regular “exercise” I gained length, girth, stamina, control and strength. My prick is what it is today, not because I was born with it, but because I worked for it.
That’s just a taste of my sexual story. There’s much more to tell, so stay tuned…
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