Hanny, RIP

This was supposed to be a Sinful Sunday post, but couldn't come up with anything beyond this...with how I have written of the Doberman before, felt I had to say something. You all remember Hanny, right? Got the news last week that he passed away. He was a rescue...his owner had passed away and he ended up in a garage for a month before he was rescued.  All things considered, I was amazed he lasted that year, but seems he had almost four left.  For the first year of this site, there was many an afternoon that he was my writing partner and confident up at that little house...very often he would give me the look. ...you know that look... "You're really going to write that?  It's your funeral...now feed me.  Forget about it!"  Not sure [Read more...]

End is Nigh

The more things change... ...and things are going to change. This blog is about to be mothballed...as soon as I figure this fucker out.  Thus the retro-80s something Toto tune. Went out and bought the domain for www.strandedintoronto.com and, though nothing is up there yet, it will be soon.  All 740-odd posts...some very odd...will be moved over. Of course, this is all under the influence of having met her...not a woman...THE WOMAN.  She is slightly more net/media savvy than I. Well...then again, saying it that way is like saying I know just a little more about the NFL than she does. Both are severe understatements. The fact that in about 8 days...13 officially, but we are going to cheat and start this early...I will be moving in [Read more...]

BDSM to Me

What does BDSM mean to me? Well, it really means freedom, does it not?  The realization that we do not all get off the same way...that we can be unique without seeming weird. There are aspects of BDSM that I simply do not get...examples are numerous that just go beyond my being able to stomach...but I can still respect those that do. The fact that some like oral sex while riding hippos and using horse whips...on each other...it is proof of our diversity.  The fact that to some, keeping the lights on is kink enough...well, that's just scary. Now, if we could just all accept the theory that everyone...each and every last one of us...has some kink.  It just varies in degrees. Whether it be that couple who giggle at keeping the [Read more...]

Ahab in 1984

Lily Sloane: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your little quest. Captain Ahab has to go hunt his whale! Jean-Luc Picard: [offended] What did you say? Sloane: You do have books in the 24th-century don't you? Picard: This is not about revenge! Sloane: Liar! Picard: [agitated] This is about saving the future of humanity! Sloane: Jean-Luc, blow up the damn ship!! Picard: NO! NOOOOOOOOO!!! [smashes a display case in anger; Both pause, shocked] I will not sacrifice the Enterprise. We've made too many compromises already, too many retreats. They invade our space, and we fall back. They assimilate entire worlds, and we fall back. Not again. The line must be drawn here! This far and no further! And I will make them pay for what they've [Read more...]

Legs

It seems spring is upon us, once again...I found my friend again...wasn't going to post this today, but seems my friend Molly is going for a record.  Seems I'm #50...although 42 would have been better...just saying.

Presumptions of Play

Taboo is such a funny word. Taboo...that which must be wrong because we dare not discuss it. A bit like George Carlin's take on the word sacred... Thanks to the current gf, I have been able to explore some unique taboos lately. For one, she and I dance...and anyone reading my writing realizes that the Genesis sing "I Can't Dance" was written for me. She has me dancing to cuts that usually involve certain thoughts going through my head such as, This isn't music! Okay that is really not a taboo...but watching me dance likely should be, as it must scare many. The fact that we are dancing at a swingers club, however...more to the point. The fact that this particular place is quickly becoming a regular hangout on our non-kid [Read more...]

Evening Notes

Thought of falling through the cracks in the road no longer frighten me. Funny what a new, fresh and good relationship does. Changes the entire outlook. Reminds me why Nicholson wanted to be a better man...for her, of course. She does that to me. My heart has become hers. Every second thought is of her...and this is a conservative estimate. I no longer sleep quite right unless she is beside me. Alas, as I write this, I am across town and in my own bed. Half-empty..half-full...whatever...would be warmer and more comfortable if she were in it with me. My eyes are half-shirted and I hear the beckon of sleep, but there is that missing presence. Approaching my 30th month using this site for my writing and it seems I have finally found the [Read more...]