My podcast life
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Posted:Nov 11, 2022 2:50 pm
Last Updated:May 3, 2024 6:50 pm 2649 Views
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I have a podcast.
I listen to many podcasts, but I don't know why.
Sometimes it is the topic while other times it may be the title of the episode. When I do listen and go back for more I find myself drawn to the voice as much as anything. I have people who ask me if my podcast is done in a studio, but it is not. They say I sound professional which is due to the mic that I use.
I find the entire endeavor of "podcasting" to be strange and yet exciting. I am drained afterwards, but I get all jacked up before, and sway back and forth between emotional and calmness during.
I have been doing it for many months now and still don't know what role it plays in my life. It was meant to be a kind of therapy.
I guess I am better for it.
POD
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Halloween Tricks
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Posted:Nov 1, 2022 3:29 pm
Last Updated:May 3, 2024 6:50 pm 2925 Views
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I find it strange that in the out world we celebrate by pretending to be something else in costume while the remainder of the time it is called standard life.
We wear costumes all the time. We should celebrate those as well.
Just wore down from another delicious Halloween party.
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Legal weed and permission
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Posted:Oct 7, 2022 8:56 am
Last Updated:May 3, 2024 6:50 pm 3200 Views
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Once again there are marijuana legalization mandates on ballots this November; and I am sick to death of them all.
I hate the idea of people infatuated with the idea of asking for permission from the state or the people for doing something. It really bothers me that as we move along the 21st century this is still how we see ourselves in a society.
The "legal" aspect of it makes me sick. I have been partaking for decades along with other things, and just because there is law doesn't mean it is going to alter my behavior.
When I was younger the "illegal" variable made it cool n stuff. It was like living on the edge or at least the hint of it. But now there is regulation and registration. I hate the idea of somebody knowing my business at any level.
I always respected drug dealers as they are both rogues and entrepreneurs which might be the same thing.
Yes, there are a few that are problems, but mostly people in business to do business and no judgment is passed. The drug dealer is just a functionary of the supply demand principle.
The voters in my state get another chance to make it legal.
I say no. It is a horrible law and gives total power of drug exchange to the state.
Government should have no place in activities of Vice.
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Renaissance Fairs or Cos Play?
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Posted:Sep 16, 2022 11:13 am
Last Updated:May 3, 2024 6:50 pm 3474 Views
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The outworld offers some enjoyments for me and I partake whenever they are available.
I have always enjoyed medieval torture devices and built a dungeon on my land that I had in Colorado. It was antiquianted in view and in function, but it was sooo much fun.
Yesss
I have gone to San Diego for Comicon several times and now go to Chicago as it is new and fresh. I participate as The Flash or Darksied or DeSaad or something standard. But I also make up characters as I am an artist and skilled in leathercraft.
I just went to another Ren Fair and got a chance to see the Highland games as well as a fire dancer and some great medieval theater song and dance. I saw the joust as well as the "Duel to the Death" part 18.
It was all awesome.
And I think I finally know why I enjoy Ren Fairs much more than Cos play...the moment you entire the village...BOOM...Time machine on!!
You are surrounded by fairies and witches and knights and winches and whores and balladeers and minstrels and court jesters and royalty and the whole thing is a world unto itself. All the players are fully engulfed in this world of Dragons and sorcerer and chivalry and fancy.
I love it all.
I will always have a place in my heart for comics: Justice League forever!
The Flash infinite.
This last one I became a Scots Pirate.
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My Birthday Month
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Posted:Sep 7, 2022 9:10 am
Last Updated:Sep 13, 2022 7:45 pm 3618 Views
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I received the greatest gift ever for my birthday.
Up until now I would've said service to me was the greatest gift, but that changed a few days ago.
Technically it isn't my birthday yet, but this extended weekend seemed to fit her schedule so she gave it to me at the Lake. I do celebrate the entire month. Not that I need a reason to party.
I am always surprised when people are kind to me as it is not the norm in my lives. It is true she is a playmate, but she is not owned. She said she was grateful for our time together.
How did she show it?--a rare fucking book!
Now, I am a collector of things and as I am sharing more and more of my life with people it seems that this is becoming part of my dossier. It wasn't a plan or anything, but as I am open about things (past, present, future) it just works its way to the top.
I did not inquire about any aspect of the book and her procurement of it. I just accepted it completely without condition.
We are to see each other again for halloween parties. I may sneak into her before then to let her know how much her gift means to me.
I try to be heartless, but to no avail. Modern toys are not born of dire poverty.
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Cannabis Festivals
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Posted:Aug 22, 2022 3:29 pm
Last Updated:May 3, 2024 6:50 pm 3700 Views
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There are times when I am super social. Mostly if I am horny or the topic is down my way. This weekend was yet another cannabis get together.
I do not judge those that organize these things, but while I attend, I am also protesting in my own way against the standard delivery awaiting legalization of it all.
Yes, I do prefer things illegal as it makes me feel more of a criminal for doing drugs. LOL
This festival has grown since last year; which was year one for the festival, and this year also had political debate as the state of Missouri has another ballot initiative to allow recreational use of marijuana (no mention of cocaine or LSD or anything other "hard" drug).
The live music was diverse and awesome. I got my dance on! The pool bar was open and serving well. The edibles were plentiful. I bought some new treats for my two tricks.
There were boothers and goers alike arguing from both sides of the politics.
Puke.
This is why I protest these endeavors of timed nobility as the idea of making something "legal" which we have been doing forever is absurd.
Sodomy is still illegal in a few states: that has never stopped anyone and zero pitchers nor catchers have been brought to justice for this offense of morality.
I am well versed in philosophy and psychology which makes me nothing but a talking head, but I say just do it and don't analyze it.
There is just one thing that needs to be addressed; and it doesn't require a vote or debate.
Does it make you feel good?
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PickleBall, O Pickleball
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Posted:Aug 19, 2022 9:03 am
Last Updated:May 3, 2024 6:50 pm 3683 Views
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In the past few years I have taken up some new hobbies (none worth mentioning). But there is one that has remained atop due to the remnants of sports scent in which I no longer participate.
When I play pickleball I sweat like a in church. I bought new shoes and gear. I chat with everyone and joke around as much as people can tolerate. I have fun.
It has always piqued my interest when I find joy in the outworld and do things with my clothes on that bring me joy. Playing pickleball brings me joy.
The people that play range from sloppy to hardcore. All genders, races, and ages (18+) are represented. But it is the nature of the contest that brings out the inner animal in some and I enjoy that too.
There is a woman who is close to 60 years old (I do not ever ask a woman her age). She has the mannerisms of a librarian or receptionist, and yet, with that pickleball racket in her hand she enters Tiger zone. She sweats and moans and swears and one time; she dove face first for a shot just this side of the kitchen. She missed the shot and rolled around for a sec to regain herself, but then got up and was ready to play.
I know I am a perv, but there is something sexual about pickleball when it brings out that kind of passion in its players.
For myself, I do sweat and swear, but I don't moan, not yet anyway.
I play for about two hours. My feet hurt. I am a smartass and fuck with people. I linger sitting on a court bench talking shit with other players. I have fun.
I then adjourn to the jacuzzi and refresh what I can.
Pickleball, O' Pickleball-the game named after a dog.
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I revisit the Naughty 90's
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Posted:Aug 17, 2022 2:48 pm
Last Updated:May 3, 2024 6:50 pm 3828 Views
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Lollapalooza.
I can hardly remember many things I did during my time attending concerts, but some were more delicious than others.
For a time, in the early 90's; I followed the Grateful Dead (gratefully before the passing of Jerry Garcia). During those shows the drugs were a constant as were the nakedness and ultimate forms of orgy debauchery.
I try to never miss events in my past as the missing may lend itself to a regret or perhaps something more insidious to me.
This past weekend I started celebrating my birthday month a bit early, but I celebrate every day of my life.
This weekend I went back into a time machine of sorts as I saw in concert one of the bands I first saw at Lollapalooza: The Breeders.
The concert was excellent which was extra special as it had the second form of the original line up.
Yes, there was drugs in play.
Yes, there was a bathroom get together with a couple.
I am what I am.
But unlike the first go around this one ended around 2am. I was yawning and ready for sleep.
Now that I am back home and still recovering from the past five days I know that I am getting older. I wish I could type that I am ageing well, but I am not sure that would be accurate. I know I am fat. I know I have high blood pressure. I know I am diabetic.
The neurologist is concerned about the halo migraines surrounding the back of my head. Stroke number 3?
Here recently, the C word has been tested on my colon and my skin.
To add insult to injury: in a few months I will be wearing a hearing aid (if I last that long).
I am ready to pay my bill.
Which is why I went to the concert. Which is why I went to the fundraiser the following night. It was not a search for salvation. I don't want that; not right now anyway.
I just wanted more great times. Both events did not disappoint in this endeavor.
I am getting older. But I am still able to have fun.
Keep rocking!!
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I do not give my consent! For Emma!
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Posted:Aug 3, 2022 7:46 am
Last Updated:May 3, 2024 6:50 pm 3706 Views
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I did something I always do when I vote: I wrote in Emma Goldman on my ballot.
I know she is dead which makes running for office a mute point, but it is symbolic at every level. I need to let those counting the ballots that at least one person in this domain refuses to give their consent to be governed.
I know it invalidates my ballot.
I know there is a chance the person looking at ballots may not know who Emma Goldman is. (and that is just sad.)
I left a copy of Anarchy and other Essays just outside the door of my polling place.
I do not listen to the language games played by candidates, politicians, political analysts, or whomever else chooses to chime in on elections.
I DO NOT GIVE MY CONSENT
IT WOULD BE UNWISE TO TEST THIS POINT
In Dungeon we are free forever!
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Biscuits and Gravy: A razorback for Dinner
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Posted:Jul 29, 2022 7:40 am
Last Updated:May 3, 2024 6:50 pm 5207 Views
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She won. So I took her to the farm as she is a University of Arkansas Fayetteville graduate.
I placed a blindfold on her and set her in the back. I tied her with hemp rope. She was clothed but her wrists and ankles were exposed skin.
We drove a few hours. She was not allowed to speak. No gag required.
I opened the back and pulled her out. I used a fireman's carry to bring her into the tobacco barn. No, there is no tobacco growing on my land. I learned the design when I was in college in Tennessee.
The main premise of the tobacco barn is to hang things which is why I enjoy and use the design. Plus, they are not hard to build.
I set her upon a spotted pine kitchen table that is centered in the barn. I immediately removed her shoes and replaced them with 3" red open face heels. I then stood her up and began to cut off her clothes. She was stilled bound.
I grabbed her throat and hurriedly stood her up on the dirt floor.
Her hair was long-freely hung mid back so I cut off an inch with a deer knife and rubbed the freshly cut hair on her face and nipples. I placed the hair in her mouth and gave the command to hold and not swallow. I then pulled the hair back tightly behind her head and knotted it.
I slapped her face a few times to see if she would falter. No hair fell from her open mouth.
I walked over to the kitchenette and started the oven. I set it on 350 and retrieved the biscuits from the small dorm fridge. I set 5 biscuits; two front, two back, and one in the center on a cookie sheet. I placed the cookie sheet center rack and closed the oven door. I set the timer for 15 minutes.
I went to her and cut the binds on her wrists. I placed a broom harness across her back just below her neck. I used electrical tape and brought her red irritated wrist to one end of the broom and then I did the other wrist the same way. Her arms were now spread shoulder length away from her and parallel to the dirt floor.
I then wrapped a chain twice around her torso just beneath her breasts. They were large and hung down onto the chain. Once I secured the chain to the harness in the back I used a pulley that was set center in a double rafter and raised her some two feet off the dirt floor. I anchored the chain to a pole in the barn and spun her around a few times spanking her ass every time.
I went back to the kitchenette and began to make the gravy. I set a fry pan on the front right burner, added the ingredients, stirred them a bit, and then placed a cover on them.
Just then, she began to choke. Her body was still rotating a bit when she spit out her hair. I immediately went to her and yelled "FOUL". I punched her pussy very hard. It sent her back as she began to move like a pendulum. It reminded me of Poe and that made me extremely happy.
She made a few whimpers, but nothing worth mentioning here.
I went back to the stove top and finished the gravy. The timer went off. I turned off the oven but left the biscuits in.
I turned off the burner and left the pan with the gravy there. I went to her and removed the chain from the anchor pole. I lowered her down and slapped her back n forth. I removed the rope from her ankles. I moved my side cart to the table and placed a patch of scarf at her nostrils. I went to the oven and got a burnt biscuit from the oven and placed it in her mouth. I quickly placed a leather muzzle over her face leaving both the scarf with lavender scent at her nostrils and the burnt biscuit in her mouth. She began to mumble and squirm around. I bit down on her left nipple and placed on right hand around her throat. I remained this way until she stopped.
I stood over her sweaty quivering body. My teeth left indentions in her nipple and areola. Her throat was also red.
The table width was set at 38 inches and I notched the corners to allow for calves to rest in. I used leather straps and tied her above the knee to the table and then tied her ankles to the table legs. I moved then to the other end of the table and tied her harness to a eye bolt set center of the table.
The plate was now ready.
I went to the kitchenette and poured the gravy into a serving dish. I placed a ladle into the serving dish and stirred the gravy a bit as I made my way to the cart. I set the dish of gravy on the cart and then went to the side port of the barn to get my captains' chair.
I placed the chair at her spread eagle position. I turned off all but two lanterns. I turned on Mozart's Requiem Death Mass and set the volume to low. I set the remote to the player on my right side with the cart.
I went to the side of the table with the eye bolt and leaned over her. I slowing removed the blindfold. I bit her face. I smacked her face. I took off my shirt.
I gave her the command to eat the biscuit.
I went back and sat down in my chair. I took the gravy dish and used the ladle to pour gravy all over her pussy. There was some steam but the gravy was warm-not hot. Her attempt at squirm was comical. Her pelvis could only move a few inches. Enough to communicate the temperature of the gravy on her flesh and pubic hair.
I set the gravy dish back on the cart and moved closer to the table. I placed my hands on either side of her thighs. I used my fingernails to dig into her flesh as my mouth found its meal.
At first I was licking her pussy. My tongue could feel and taste the gravy but then my moustache and beard found her pubic hair. My tongue parted the lips and I began to suck on the rose above the door. Her clitterbean became engorged rather quickly.
I started to eat her pussy. My teeth, my lips at her lips, my facial hair met her pubic hair. Glorious.
I kept eating her pussy for another few minutes before I backed off and poured some more gravy on. I went back for another helping. This lasted fifteen minutes perhaps.
The gravy was dripping down my chin and beard onto my chest. I stood up and rubbed her pussy juice on my face with my hands. I then lifted my kilt and put my dick inside her pussy. I went in and out a dozen times before I put some gravy on my dick. I turned Mozart full blast...as loud as it could go.
I then began to fuck her. I lasted maybe five minutes. I was breathing heavy and staggered a bit before I could steady myself.
I pulled out and turned down the music. I caught my sperm in hand as she pushed it out of her filthy cunt.
I removed her muzzle and put my cum and some gravy in her mouth. She was still chewing on the biscuit. I waited a few moments before I leaned over and kissed her mouth.
Finally, I bit her mouth and held it for a minute or more. I put my fingers on her filthy cunt and gave her some hand jive. I was still biting her mouth as she moaned.
The scene ended this way.
I removed everything from her body and walked her over to the barn (no horses). I stood her by the trough as I hosed her down. She drank from the trough a lot!
I wiped her down and we cuddled for about an hour.
I drove her back to where we met. She was more than satisfied. The session was complete.
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