I don’t have plans to be posting all that much here but I appreciate that y’all wanted to keep abreast (heheh… who doesn’t?) of whatever I might have to say.
Truth is, there ain’t much. I’m fine. I’m not in trouble. I just realized I didn’t need a visible profile any more: it’s not worth the risk right now. As one of you said to me: “Prudence is so hot!”
I love play. I love playing with y’all. There’s nothing I’d love more than to do that. So let’s just say I ain’t playing for work. Just fun. I’ve always had a vanilla gig that keeps me afloat just fine. So anything I talk about here is just about fun. Not work. It’s not about the money. Never has been. It’s just about love. And fun.
Oooh, the MTO Invitational. Sounds golfy… 🙂
Glad that all is well with you. Hopefully NYC will right itself soon. Til then I got yer back (and not just so that I can sneak a peek and watch you walk, though that is a definite bonus.)
Fun is good.
I’m working out at the gym twice today… I have a lot of fun doing that right now. Trying to lose final 5lbs or so.
Need to stay away from fatty stuff like bacon for now.
PK.
Stay paranoid until the witch hunt is over.
In solidarity,
Yin
Man cannot live by kink alone, T Time.
You just keep perfecting the art of being fabulous you, which is and always has been so beautifully multifaceted.
Thanks for inviting me into your blog.
I’m really glad you’re going to continue to write.
I’m glad to hear the update that all is well, I had to catch my breath there for a second when I saw that your site was no more.
Thank you for keeping us in the loop!
… and I do hope that you continue to share some of your writing with us, I’ve always enjoyed reading it very much.
Best wishes,
Tara
Rumble young woman, rumble. Their hands can’t hit what their eyes can’t see.
Leonard Cohen’s lyrics for his song, The Future, seem somewhat prophetic:
Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it’s lonely here,
there’s no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that’s an order!
Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that’s left
stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I’ve seen the future, brother:
it is murder.
Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won’t be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant.
You don’t know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I was the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I’ve seen the nations rise and fall
I’ve heard their stories, heard them all
but love’s the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It’s over, it ain’t going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil’s riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder.
Things are going to slide …
Based on some things I am hearing..and we will discuss this when I see you..I think there is a political motivation on a national level that is driving a great deal of what has been set in motion.
Glad you’re doing well.
Thanks for the private invite.
Obviously there are many like myself who will miss reading your regular updates. Maybe you could have a Pay Per View Blog posting?
I’m thrilled to know that you’re okay. Thank you for the invite.
You are a true gift to this world, and you are truly appreciated for, well, just being you…
keep on doing your thing…for you…for us.
richard Smith
MTO,
Friends first – and always! I’m there for you, but you already know that.
Yours,
Whizzer
I don’t know exactly what’s been going on but I’m certainly glad to hear you are well. See you in November!
Hey!
Thanks for the invite. I, for one, and I’m sure many, hope you continue to write about whatever. I love reading you.
Here’s hopin’ everything just blows over like a bad storm. Glad to hear you are fine.
Wow…we’re going underground like…like…the X-Men!! Usually this big a change in story arc merits a costume change…ah, wait, the “butterscotch leather” is perfect!
To echo everyone else’s sentiments, I was very relieved, although I figured your powers of telepathic dominance would keep you safe.