Posted: Tue Oct 6, 2009 10:29 AM CST
finally...we did it!
hedistuff and lifesajoy are now wed in holy matrimony. our dreams have come to fruition. she is so lovely.
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 10:50 PM CST
a marry time for hedi and life
we are to wed in 10 days. two people...from different states...backgrounds...worlds really. we met on this site. we allowed ourselves to be loved. it tickles. I love her so.
Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 12:47 PM CST
It's the sitting that hurts
I met this crazy girl named Lyn. We have made our home together. Her blood is Italian. She prepares food. She bakes, she casseroles, she sautes. We have a garden. She has spent many days processing vegetables. Our freezer is now completely full of summer's bounty. Just the other day, her arms heavily laden with fruits of our labor, she made yet another trek down the winding carpeted stairwell to the basement freezer. Well, unfortunately, she was wearing her (all too well) worn out slippers. All of a sudden, her feet took flight out from under her, her eyes popping wide open. KATHUMP! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! As my dearest caromed down this bumpy, slippery slope on her most tender buttocks (ouch!), not only did her spectacles remain in place upon her face (a feat in itself), but her load of bagged processed stuff made the trip (pun intended) undamaged. After the produce was placed in the freezer, she (surprise!) placed the slippers into the trash. She now closely carries a rather large purple painful reminder of her wild ride. Next years' garden may be scaled back a bit in size. Oh, and she got new slippers.
Posted: Wed Jun 3, 2009 12:59 AM CST
gasp.....I hold the most beautiful woman
yes...lifesajoy moved in with me today. at last..pure joy is held, fast, by me. I am only so blessed. she is wonderful. my head now spins every moment. seems as though only love passes of her mind, her touch, her smile. the way that we have spoken and the way that we feel, about not only one another, but about all others in our world and beyond, has filled we two with such incredible love. Lyn is terrific....not only to and for me, but for and to anyone fortunate enough to cross her path. I love her so much.....she is so beautiful....
Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 12:55 AM CST
Good Old Mister Murphy
I was born and raised in the suburbs of Baltimore Maryland. My parents were hill people from West Virginia who had come east during World War II to find jobs. They were hired on at Glen L. Martin Aircraft which was later to become Martin-Marietta Corp. I grew up in a single home with about half an acre of land on a white oak lined avenue not far from a grade school. Next door to us lived a somewhat unconventional family (for the times), as they weren't a typical two parents with children scenario. No, there was my friend Tommy, his mother, her friend Mr. Knight, and an older gentleman Mr. Murphy. Well, Mr. Murphy would walk one mile each morning to Loch Raven Boulevard where the bus line ran leading in and out of the city. He would take the bus each day to his factory job downtown and then return late each afternoon or evening. As he returned each night from work, whenever he would come upon one of we children in the neighborhood, he would offer us a stick of chewing gum. Usually juicyfruit or doublemint gum. As his figure would appear up our street, someone would always remark "Here comes good old Mister Murphy." We all were very fond of Mister Murphy as he was so generous and kind to us all.
As my parents were from West Virginia, once or twice a year we would travel there for a visit (1950's, early 60's). Once away from Baltimore proper, our journey would mostly take place on winding two lane highways through valleys, up and then down mountains and so on. There were no fast food restaurants and our meals consisted of sandwiches of peanut butter and jelly, or bologna or cheese or somesuch fare either enjoyed in the car or at a roadside picnic table or fountain area of sort. Our bathroom breaks were either at places like this or at gas stations. On one such trip back to Baltimore when I was around age eight, we made a fuel stop at an Esso service station and I went and used their restroom. While inside, I discovered a package of what looked like, I don't know what, in the bottom slot of some kind of dispenser machine. Well, I put the package in my pocket and never mentioned it to anyone. We made our journey home and sometime later (I have no idea what day or when) as I sat on my front porchsteps I opened the package and discovered that they were balloons. So, I began blowing them up and tieing knots in them. As I was enjoying this, along came "good old Mr. Murphy". He told me that my balloons were dirty and that I should throw them into the street. He said that they were bad, dirty, get rid of them. I was puzzled. Huh? But, you know what I did? I threw them into the street. I didn't know why. I just did.
Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 11:12 PM CST
love
on the wings of love
all my senses tuned to you
I fly higher than above
as my fancy has come true
I'm holding you
I'm kissing you
I'm loving you....
..................
I love you
I'll forever soar...on the wings of love
...
you smile as I come from behind you and wrap my arms around you
giggling as my face and tongue nuzzle your neck and ear
repeatedly...
you turn, your hands probing about my body
your lips, oh so sweet..find my mouth
our dancing embrace
our deep kisses
our deep love
wonderful passion
I love to massage your cheekbone with the tip of my tongue
I love your belly
to tongue massage the lower back of your thigh
to gently...rub
repeatedly...
in a small circular pattern...
the top of your head
your eyes close...you float
you're happy, you're safe, you're loved
I am so happy
I love you so
Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 12:16 AM CST
and the horse he came in on
might I suggest that scumthriven dick cheney have himself waterboarded in an as extreme measure as he deems fit for others to be subjected to. then, and only then, may we ever again be subjected to his opinion as to what is or what is not torture. what a massive sore this whole bush administration has been to the entire world, and to me, personally, as a citizen of this country. I say, do whatever must be done, to bring these parasites to their knees.....
Posted: Thu May 7, 2009 12:35 AM CST
fairy tale
I am too happy. My family is with me now, except for my daughter, who will join us soon. Met a loving woman on this site. My life is now...life.
Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 5:34 PM CST
our brothers and sisters
I was crying again today. For black peoples. Although, I suppose, human rights have improved in the US, the absolute hell that these folks have been subjected to through the centuries, can never be forgotten, much less erased. Impossible, for today the prejudice and dread cast upon them is alive and in every walk of life. Isn't this sad? Only a wonderful people. You know, they have always been a wonderful people. Only one thing changed them, somewhat. The selfish tyranny and crazed bloodlust possessed by their pale-skinned northern neighbors. It is only amazing that our black friends and neighbors could ever fully trust anyone. I'm so glad that they try. I love them so much.
Posted: Sun Apr 5, 2009 2:52 PM CST
life's a joy
My greatest fear is that I may never be granted the blessing of ever having the height of passion, the precious gift of mere words, and the beloved, warm, understanding of you, to realize, accept, and fully welcome my, only too humble, only too deep, neverending devotion for you. To you. I love you, honey. I could never go on without you. You are joy...You are rewards...You are perfect. Throughout my whole life, I have been bombarded with only questions. At last, I have found the answer. The answer to all questions. The answer to all prayers. The answer to every one of my shattered dreams.....I have found you...You asked me into your heart. Somehow, you have always been in mine. Might we forever cradle one another? Now, anything is possible. Constantly, I weep tears of joy. I love you so. From this moment forward, I will follow the glowing path of your sweet, sweet love. As I travel along this road, there is a wondrous beacon before me that shall always show me the way...Your smile...