in my fantasies
halloween includes heaving breasts, no panties, sneaky kisses and getting some.
that’s what costuming is for.
otherwise its some popular forced march that i never belonged to.
i’ve had good ideas for the party i have to go to
and feel once i am there like the douche bag/wall flower that i really am.
have i described myself that way before??
i can be brassy and bold
for a sec.
and then stupid peer whatever knocks me flat.
if i never participate in the parade known as halloween that’s OK.
FIVE years ago. i was getting laid. a LOT
i felt desired.
on the side. here, at flickr. there was other deliciousness happening
i was getting the attention i deserve.
perhaps that’s the difference to today.
the attention vessel is so very very empty.
on flickr a comment called me “a rider”
REad my “about”.
it’s not all about the pictures asshole.
or perhaps it is.
these pictures were taken in the house i lost
i hate the farmers tan.
not a fan of the belly.
but i remember feeling great arousal.
i remember thinking someone would like these
i remember photographing myself here.
probably the same pants i had on last post.
i miss the wet
in the same week, a very hot image of mr cowboy and I.
i was on the counter. legs spread, there was rum
strange day today.
something pretty wild happen
it may not all pan out
but the tone of the day altered because of it.