I’ve been kicking this jingle around in my head for a while. Still don’t have music for it, so enjoy a story a capella. Just click the button to start and stop it. It has an adult theme.
woulda thought that weird til last week….had a fancy formal birthday dinner party to go to…needed an excuse to buy myself a party dress, purple tights and a pair o’ new shoes….totally fixated on a pair of deep blue satin peep-toe heels….no business ever wearing such a shoe…..stood in front of the mirror at the store for 20 minutes….coveting my own damn feet. broke down and bought them! spent the whole party salivating over my own damn arches…damn, foxy as fuck…i totally understand any sort of foot fetish now, because if anyway possible, i would want to fuck those shoes….
Comment by sarah bean — December 3, 2008 @ 9:26 pm
omg….and by the way, two days later, bought myself the most desirous pair of slouchy cowboy boots….
Comment by sarah bean — December 3, 2008 @ 9:40 pm
In the mid 1990′s I was at a mall in Dubai with women in beautiful silk chadors, (or whatever that Muslim black dress is called), and extremely intricate lace veils over their faces and it was incredible to see their toes in little strappy high heels. It was the only skin showing, but it was enough to knock me out. Islam can be sexy.
i’m pretty sure i know for a fact that some of this song is plum not true. wouldn’t rummage through someone’s drawer? hmmm.. i could be wrong. maybe i’m just bitter because my size 12′s will never knock anyone’s socks off…so to speak.
Just yesterday I had to explain to my father what a pupusa was – a salvadorian flour pouch filled with cheese and your choice of meat or beans with pickled cabbage on top. Once we got that out of the way and began eating, he told me he thought I was “lost”. So explained to him judging me by my website isn’t the whole picture. I tell outright lies on these pages. Without shame. I also keep certain truths buried. It is a forum for tough guy poetry and manly stories of loneliness. Perhaps I will ditch that masthead and allow myself to write about successful love and unwarped desires, gentle passions and caring partners. But for now I am interested in exploring the former. I’ll let out a secret now. I’m trying out therapy next week. I was inspired by Tony Soprano.
isn’t sex how we cope with life in general? People I know that have gone have told me it is helpful in seeing patterns in your life that are holding you back. I already see a pattern of dating a woman, getting a sense of claustrophobia and breaking up with her, then feeling bad and getting back together, then feeling claustrophobic again/breaking up again. So maybe the therapist can tell me why I have that pattern.
The bad news is, I’m already having fantasies about my therapist – her voice is intriguing. I want her to abuse her power of authority. So to answer your question, I think it is gonna be sex therapy.
woulda thought that weird til last week….had a fancy formal birthday dinner party to go to…needed an excuse to buy myself a party dress, purple tights and a pair o’ new shoes….totally fixated on a pair of deep blue satin peep-toe heels….no business ever wearing such a shoe…..stood in front of the mirror at the store for 20 minutes….coveting my own damn feet. broke down and bought them! spent the whole party salivating over my own damn arches…damn, foxy as fuck…i totally understand any sort of foot fetish now, because if anyway possible, i would want to fuck those shoes….
Comment by sarah bean — December 3, 2008 @ 9:26 pm
omg….and by the way, two days later, bought myself the most desirous pair of slouchy cowboy boots….
Comment by sarah bean — December 3, 2008 @ 9:40 pm
In the mid 1990′s I was at a mall in Dubai with women in beautiful silk chadors, (or whatever that Muslim black dress is called), and extremely intricate lace veils over their faces and it was incredible to see their toes in little strappy high heels. It was the only skin showing, but it was enough to knock me out. Islam can be sexy.
Comment by Rolston — December 3, 2008 @ 11:38 pm
And thanks for sharing sarah bean!
Comment by Rolston — December 3, 2008 @ 11:41 pm
i’m pretty sure i know for a fact that some of this song is plum not true. wouldn’t rummage through someone’s drawer? hmmm.. i could be wrong. maybe i’m just bitter because my size 12′s will never knock anyone’s socks off…so to speak.
Comment by mims — December 5, 2008 @ 7:28 am
12 in mens? I always liked big gals….
Just yesterday I had to explain to my father what a pupusa was – a salvadorian flour pouch filled with cheese and your choice of meat or beans with pickled cabbage on top. Once we got that out of the way and began eating, he told me he thought I was “lost”. So explained to him judging me by my website isn’t the whole picture. I tell outright lies on these pages. Without shame. I also keep certain truths buried. It is a forum for tough guy poetry and manly stories of loneliness. Perhaps I will ditch that masthead and allow myself to write about successful love and unwarped desires, gentle passions and caring partners. But for now I am interested in exploring the former. I’ll let out a secret now. I’m trying out therapy next week. I was inspired by Tony Soprano.
Comment by Rolston — December 5, 2008 @ 10:21 am
Think of your audience, Jon. No one cares about successful love and unwarped desires. That shit is all phony, anyways.
Size 12 feet! How high a heel can you wear with feet so long? 9 inches? I got small feet. Barely suitable for walking around. I fall down a lot.
Comment by Lyle_S — December 5, 2008 @ 8:47 pm
I am not sure your therapist is ready for you….
Comment by al — December 6, 2008 @ 7:23 am
What kind of therapy are you going for? Sex therapy or general life coping skills?
Comment by dastard — December 8, 2008 @ 11:24 pm
isn’t sex how we cope with life in general? People I know that have gone have told me it is helpful in seeing patterns in your life that are holding you back. I already see a pattern of dating a woman, getting a sense of claustrophobia and breaking up with her, then feeling bad and getting back together, then feeling claustrophobic again/breaking up again. So maybe the therapist can tell me why I have that pattern.
The bad news is, I’m already having fantasies about my therapist – her voice is intriguing. I want her to abuse her power of authority. So to answer your question, I think it is gonna be sex therapy.
Comment by Rolston — December 9, 2008 @ 12:02 am
you should ask her if its ok to sit on her lap , tell her it makes you feel safe
Comment by rodger — December 23, 2008 @ 3:49 am