Sunday, July 31, 2011

Sundays are for Worship...

Yes, yes, I already posted today about thug love.So what? Can't Sundays be about lots of things? I thought so too.

This isn't a long post and I had to edit his pretty penis out of the picture, so this would stay an image-PG blog (grin) - but I just had to post this pic. He is so pretty and he does look like he in communing with the wind, sun and waves. At least to me :P






Mm mm mmph I like this picture.

Thug Love Sunday!

Or Whatever Happened to an Easy Trick?



So my friend, who shall remain nameless to protect his tricks, has a serious thing for thug lovers. Not just your average good lookin' DL brother, but seriously sexy DL and very thuggish types - which are quite easy to come by here in Sacramento. My friend gets more action these days than anyone I have ever met. We have even joked about starting his own porn channel so he can earn something for what he is so good at.


Sounds fun, right? In some ways, I am enjoying living vicariously through him, as the hubby and I don't do tricks (well, we can flipfop and there is this thing he can do with his tongue and I don't have a gag relfex, but I digress), so it can be quite interesting over brunch or coffee when my friend regales me with tales from the sack.


Lately though, say the last 9 months or so, things haven't been as smooth as they used to be. Not only has his sex life sped up from a new thug lover every other day or so to often more than a-thug-a-day, but his picker seems to be starting to choose bad merchandise...one guy snuck off the condom during sex so he could "give him his true essence" - bb attack!


Four times in the last 9 months he has been robbed when he fell asleep after screwing his brains out for a few hours. Not violently, mind you, just foolishly - you pass out after sex and wake up to find your phone, laptop and wallet gone along with your trick whose profile is now deleted from A4A.


Twice he has been mugged by a potential trick who set him up. So 6 times all together - which given the number of men he has brought home or visited really is a small percentage, but the rate of these incidences is increasing - in the last 3 weeks alone he has been mugged once and robbed twice.

It is like he has a sign above his door, or maybe the word is getting around in the DL Thug chat rooms that there is a really easy mark in downtown Sac and they draw straws for who gets to do him and then rob him afterwards this week.

It is actually like a tragic comedy. Just last night he sent me a text about how fantastic this newest trick was, how they had been fucking around for 10 hours off and on, had lunch and dinner together (of course my friend paid for all of it) and I replied - "COOL! You deserve a good time for once!" - thinking he really does, he had a rough week - and was woken up at o-dark-30AM this morning to a tearful call about how he had fallen asleep and woken up to find his trick had walked out with his phone, laptop, stereo and watch. The second new phone in a week, mind you.


I will be honest, I giggled...Not that I am evil but c'mon, what do you expect? It's a recipe for disaster in the making, right?  Pick up guys at random, almost all of whom are on the DL, almost all of whom are very thuggish, (and yes almost all of whom are hung and freaking gorgeous - I know, cause he saves pics with his phone when it hasn't been stolen), and the odds are not in your favor for this always ending in a healthy exchange.

His situation is more common than a lot of people think. Guys who bring home a lot of tricks tend to run into this issue from time to time, and it can be much worse - a few years back, another friend of mine (a reverend who was very popular in the community) was murdered by a young stud thug he had "taken in" (his particular fetish was for skinny white boy thugs that looked very young but weren't - I am sure you know the type).

I love my friend dearly and I will give him the emotional support he needs right now, but I will wonder in the back of my mind if I am going to get a call from the coroner's office one of these days.


I will also laugh at him when he asks me why these things happen to him - cause that part is both funny and tragic and he really isn't capable of seeing the answer in front of his face - all he sees is the gorgeous man with a big penis and thug attitude who doesn't give his real name cause he doesn't want his wife/mistress/girlfriend to know he likes fucking guys...

Friday, July 29, 2011

Furry Friday!

Oh Friday! Oh Friday! Thank the morning-star it is Friday!

It has been an interesting week. Still no solution in sight for the next step in dealing with the Huntington's issue, however I have taken this temporary lack of insight to mean I am not supposed to take any action for the moment. I listen to my instincts on these sorts of things and when it feels right, I will do something.

Until then, I will titillate and motivate myself with pictures of delectable men. Furry men today, with one perfectly edible Fruitcake.

 vpl + fur+tatts+tan = win in my playbook.

 
 I don't like or endorse smoking cigarettes, so I have decided this stud above is smoking upscale medical marijuana with a filter.
 
 A ring like this says to me that this man like to be led...and I certainly don't mind leading :P

 This is a crossover man...furry AND playfully fun :)

Last but not least - who wouldn't be interested in licking this cutie-pie clean? I mean, I am on a diet and all, but I think I could turn it into a workout of sorts and end up with a calorie deficit if I tried hard enough...

Have a great Friday my friends!

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Happy Bumpday!

Oh I enjoy Wednesdays a lot! I often have a lighter than usual workload, I usually don't have any required meetings, I often have fun lunch plans - its a good day of the week...oh yeah, I make sure to look at lots of Humps and Bumps too :P

Here are some Bumpday bumps and one Hump for you Humpdayers out there!

Bon Appetit!





I like how he gives us a target to aim for!

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Hidden Treasure!

Tuesday, Tuesday, no one loves a Tuesday - it's just another workday, nothing in particular, nothing that stands out.




Tuesday is a light day, a day to coast and slide day - a day when people glide along and most folks flop about.


Tuesday has a secret, a hidden place of wonder - where swift peeks and slow glances, can furtive pleasure find.


Tuesday isn't gloomy, its never like a Monday - it isn't like a humpday, yet Tuesday can be kind.


Tuesday is a teaser, it often is a pleaser - it shows you bits and leaves you wanting more, more, more.
 

Tuesday calls you forward, revealing hidden treasure - suggesting touch and laughter, as well as growls of fun.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Mondays are for...

Quiet contemplation.

My father has Huntington's disease. Luckily for me, he is not my biological father, therefore this is not a potential outcome for me personally. I have enough to worry about with AIDS, various predispositions for several cancers and potential diabetes. I wouldn't want to add a degenerative neuro-muscular disease as well. My plate quite full with health stuff.

What is particularly frustrating is that my Dad is still there in most ways. Still interested in current culture, still obsessed with photography, still willing to do anything for his grand kids. He is just a little slower in significant and noticeable ways. Just not 100% anymore, to the point where some measures of outside controls really should be put in place - but they just aren't there yet. Yet. A huge word.

Regardless of my potential for it though, with my father having it, in many ways, this means my whole family has Huntington's disease too.

Denial is a major social lubricant in our family and it is dangerous to point out the elephant in the living room, be it alcoholism, Huntington's, obesity or other dysfunctions. This has made me the black sheep of the family more than once since I don't like living in denial and tend to find ways to bring these things up as gently but undeniably as possible. This usually causes a small dust storm but when the dust settles things are in the light and we have no choice but to address them in some fashion.

Often we address it by sliding back into denial (hey, it counts as a way to address it!) This is the current pattern with my dad's disease. Repeated attempts to bring this up with either or both of my parents has had no success.
  • He still drives...after four car accidents in less than two years, all his fault, all because of his inability to comprehend and act quickly and the rapid onset of anxiety and confusion in stressful situations. Like driving with 4 year old twins in the backseat. Bad Idea. Doesn't stop it from happening.
  • He still has free access to money...even after multiple impulsive and poor financial decisions brought on by the loss of his ability to logically reason or slow down once an idea is stuck in his head. Most recently (in the last month - we could go further back but why bother) this has meant $1,000 for a new camera lens because the one he had "made a noise". $900 for new tires because one was flat and the guy convinced him he couldn't buy just one tire (the ones he had were only 6 months old and less than 2k miles on them), and he just applied for a 10k loan to buy a new camera, that he won't be able to use - he doesn't have the manual dexterity anymore.
  • He doesn't do any exercise or physical therapy - after watching his brother decline with the same disease to the point where he can no longer use utensils or get up and down from a seated position without human assistance - and multiple discussions with his doctor - he refuses to walk regularly (its hot or cold or rainy or whatever) and sleeps 12-18 hours a day. It's not his meds - the most common answer my mom gives when approached about it. If woken up, by anyone, he will get up, get dressed, putter around on the internet or watch tv.
  • He won't establish a routine - everyone from his doctor to the most current literature on the disease point out that unless you establish a routine, things like bathing, walking, dressing, sleeping, eating, drinking (water), all fall into randomness and people with Huntington's won't shower or take baths (it is sort of an issue of too much stimuli i.e. noise, movement, balance, all at once), won't dress, become malnourished and lose weight, can become dehydrated easily.
The list goes on. What troubles me is that all of it could be addressed with the exception of the obvious fact that things will continue to deteriorate. He won't get better - ever - but he could slow down the getting worse, and my mom could help by limiting his options and taking a firm stance. But our family doesn't work that way. The pathway to comfort lies in denial. Ignore it, explain it away, pretend it isn't happening.


I know from whence it comes - my mom's father and my dad's father both had severe drinking problems. My dad's dad also was physically abusive to his wife and kids.

We weren't to acknowledge how it entered our own home either. Like how my dad never lifted his hand towards us directly but channeled his angers into other types of abuse - emotional and property damage - things like humiliating you in front of your friends on purpose to make you squirm until you learned never to bring friends home any more - or purposefully running over your bicycle to make sure you understood to always put it away in the right place - or threw things near you, not at you to scare you into submission. We also cannot openly acknowledge that after his breakdown 22 years ago, he is a better, kinder and more loving person. To say this is to admit he was none of those things before then - which he wasn't - he was a horrid and abusive person much of the time before he had a mental and psychological reboot.

We weren't ever aloud to talk about these things. We still aren't. With the grandparents it was always pretend we didn't see or know why one Grandpa screamed and called us by the wrong names and couldn't walk normally sometimes. Or why the other side's Grandma walked with a limp and had to move in with us for her own safety. To say anything about it brought on worse treatment or got you ostracized - and while ostracism is preferable to worse treatment, it comes with its own pain.

Time passes, we grow up, things change, people change. I got treatment for drug and alcohol addiction at a very early age. It saved my life but it also made me capable of choosing my denial level. I can still do it - and sometimes I consciously take that path - sweep it under the carpet and pretend it didn't happen. However the older I get and the more interpersonal work I do with my husband the less likely I am to choose that route. This has been a blessing for me personally, not so much a blessing for my interactions with my family.

I am blogging about it today, for lack of a better place to put it. I don't want it in my head right now and I need to put it somewhere.

So today, I am contemplative. What should I do. What might I do. What can I do. Which leads me to How do I do it? That's really the $64,000 question. To pushy and he gets angry and recalcitrant, too easy and we can pretend its not happening. Do I wait for him to have a car accident that someone can't walk away from? Is that when I force the issue with the DMV? Do I wait until he has put himself and my mother in financial distress before I force the issue of fiscal power of attorney? Do I watch while he becomes bed ridden and my mom with her bad back and neck is forced to admit she cannot care for him?

I am at a loss. Whatever I do, even if I do nothing, there are serious consequences to consider.

So I here I sit...and I hope that a light will turn on and move me in a good direction. What I need is an Aha! moment. I wish they were sold at the 99cent store.

TLDR: So sorry, blog buddies, for having a heavier than normal topic. Today sorta sucks, show me a good looking man already!

Okay - here he is :P I am considering a new theme - Mondays are for Morning Wood...


What do you think? Should I do it?

Friday, July 22, 2011

Fruitcake Fridays! Now in Black & White!

Okay, B&W isn't so new really, but it can be a very fun medium if the photographer is any good at it...and I think you would agree this photographer knows his medium! The following series appeared in IDOL magazine and was shot by Joseph Sinclair .

IDOL is often filled with amazing and artistic photos of interesting looking people and creative artists like Mr. Sinclair are what this world a more vibrant place to live. In my opinion at least. Which is what counts on my blog :P

Have fun perusing the goodies!










Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Happy Humpday!!!

I apologize for no posts this last week. Life has been much busier than usual!

I am really glad it is Humpday, cause this week is full of too much work!

Here are a few humps for you to enjoy this fine Wednesday as we gratefully cruise on towards the weekend...




Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Happy Bumpday!

Not a lot of time to post or edit pics so here are 3 bumps at once :)

Hope your day is a little slower than mine, I feel like I am running around like a chicken with its head cut off!

Friday, July 8, 2011

Fruitcake Friday!

Oh what a wonderful feeling! Friday!

This weekend is the Sacramento Valley Heat and my staff and I will be attending all the events and providing free rapid HIV testing all day Saturday.

I hope to have some fun pics to post of sexy leather fruitcakes :)

Until then, here are a few to tide you over...




This last gentleman looks like he might be attending the same event as me :)

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Happy Humpday!

I really hope your day was as fun filled and stress free as mine was!

In case your day is dragging, here are few Humps to move it along...





Of course the Humps help anyone, but really, when it is as gorgeous outside as it is today, it's hard to have a bad day!

Monday, July 4, 2011

Happy 4th of July!

I hope your day is filled with friends, family and fireworks! I know mine will be as soon as I stop staring at this pretty man in his patriotic decorations...


From Jul 3, 2011

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Sundays are for Worship...

If not actual worship, at least a meditation of some kind :)



I like watching men do yoga, seeing them all bendy like that makes me smile!

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Laundry Day!

I finished the laundry early today, thanks to the wonderful support of my washboards! The first gentleman has even done a pre-rinse cycle for me...