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44-45 equals negative one
Posted:Jul 18, 2018 12:05 pm
Last Updated:Jul 18, 2018 12:11 pm
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if you have a free hour....check out Obama's speech at the Mandela tribute. it is well worth watching

https://youtu.be/md_l4u-1vRQ

and because we all need to remember the laughter

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Purple Pimping
Posted:Jul 10, 2018 2:46 pm
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2018 12:48 pm
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Read JanuaryMan99's Day at the Beach

it is MAGNIFICENT

if I knew how to link to it I would have - just find it
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"we are all just walking each other home" Ram Dass
Posted:Jul 10, 2018 2:28 pm
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2018 12:50 pm
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She stood on her back porch, listening to the of the neighbor’s bug zapper, flinching with each sizzle. Her hand trembled as she lit up, a line ran across her brain, “smoking sawdust cigarettes in the middle of the night…”. The man in the bakery, handing her the collected works, what was she, 19. 20? It had moved with her, this book, dozens of times; more of a home than some of her homes had been.

Now here in this house for such a long time, time enough to grow a child, to bury a marriage, to witness the crumbling of kinships that had seemed built on stone. A life filled with small sorrows. She had learned to bend.

As a child she and her cousin who had lived in each other’s pockets would swing birches for hours, just for that moment when the birch having bent as far as it could would revolt, toss them up and away, into the sky into the possibilities. Ridding itself of the burden, the weight, finding itself once again straight tall, free.

But sometimes, a birch would under their weight, the careless weight of youth. They would sit then, by the tree, no longer giddy youth but almost women, feeling the shame of breaking something beautiful.

Having spent an hour driving, an hour sitting in a plastic chair waiting for someone to leave so there would be space for her to go in, she was almost dazed when they called her name and she entered the trap. Hands up, hands down, open your mouth, ruffle your hair, flip your ears, turn out pockets, fingers around your waistband. Her stomach knotted, her mouth dry.

His face, his smile,suddenly she is ravenous. They talk about a book they’re reading together, about a letter he wrote to her Sister the Saint who wrote back, about nothing and everything, blessed be, but time was gone so they stood for a second hands against the glass before she turned to leave, looking back to see him watching her, to catch a last smile but instead catching him just staring so she touched her chin, he grinned.

And now, now sleep was not hers to find.

It would be a long walk home, this time. Still, it would come.
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the other shoe
Posted:Jul 5, 2018 9:20 am
Last Updated:Jul 10, 2018 2:29 pm
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life has a way of biting me in the ass lately and not in a good way.

my ex husband who is not really an ex since I never bothered to divorce him, I just haven't lived with for over 25 years asked to move home. it was an odd request coming as it did timing wise...a story I have yet to tell....and it seemed that it was based on his health although it wasn't actually verbalized. However, we did go to a lawyer and rewrite our will. his idea.

also lots of doctor appointment and meds. though I haven't snooped.

so i'm worried. and it's also a little weird to have him here although he was always here a fair amount. he walked Charlie every day, did all the holidays, etc. dropped by with goodies.

I don't know, I hope i'm wrong.
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vacation sex - symposium entry
Posted:Jun 18, 2018 12:10 pm
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2018 1:26 pm
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Ah the joy of sharing a cabin with another couple, thinking what fun this will be and then finding what fun this was not at all. One ocd person who put everything away before you’d even finished using it, the constant carping on who ate the last brownie that was being saved. When I’d made the damn things so if anyone got to eat it, yanno?

So, in the dark of night my lover and I swam out to the float for privacy and to get it on, under a starlit sky with no moon and a lot of delicious giggling. Romantic, right? As we pulled ourselves back out of the water back at the camp, he brushed at something on my back. Which didn’t move. He brushed harder. Then he screamed like a girl.

Our friends came running which turned on the power light on the porch for scaring away critters and I looked at his legs. I screamed then too.

We were covered in what looked like river leeches. So gross. The systematic removal took over an hour, the bloom was off the rose. The lake once a shiny sparkly place no longer called to any of us and we left the next day, requesting a refund, which we did not receive.



I doubt there is much that could reinstate passion once you’ve seen a lover covered in big slimy things and heard them screaming like a bitch, so he never did call me again. It’s okay really, we were not that into each other. My friends still vacation with me, still recall swamp night with laughter. Once you’ve burnt a leech off someone’s ass crack, you are either in the wind, or bound for life.
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wanton soup
Posted:Jun 8, 2018 11:07 am
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2018 2:13 pm
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words are just about my favorite thing. good sex is high on the list too. now put the two together and you can watch my head spin like linda blair.

someone called me wanton...……..I about died of happy. and he did it in that voice he has, you know that voice ladies, the one that turns your legs weak. if your man has THAT voice, he can get you to do just about anything. smh. hell you will come when he calls, just sayin'. forget the words, just ride the sound.

so, where was I...……...words

succulent. another very good word. someone asks you how you are, just say succulent. it's a show stopper. helps if you sashay away. lol.

redolent. not so easy to slip into a convo but when you can, do it and make the comparison a real stinker.....grins.

mellifluous. it is what it is.

vellichour. not sure if I spelled that correctly might not have a u in it but it is the wistful smell of a used bookstore. isn't that fabulous? I love bookstores but used bookstores are the best. find a corner and settle in for an hour or so...heaven.

do you have a word or a phrase that you love? has someone called you something that just made you light up?

care to share?
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insouciance.
Posted:Jun 3, 2018 9:05 am
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2018 2:08 pm
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There were so many people in the room, she felt like her head would burst from all the energy bouncing around. She should have stayed home as she’d planned but no, something had made her come here so now she had all but flattened herself against a wall in a vain attempt to escape the charged room.

The kitchen had been worse, all that enamel sent the vibes ricocheting to and fro. She almost fell to her knees to crawl out to safety, smirking now at that image as she sipped a very nice Sauvignon Blanc she’d scored.

“Who are you?”

Her eyes had to go up then up some more to find the eyes of the person who was asking. Big nose, prominent cheeks, losing his hair, former athlete or maybe just a runner. Great mouth though.

“I’m the person least likely to be of any interest to you.”

“Odd, since you’re the only person I’ve bothered to speak to so far.”

She thought, not bad but said, ”Wow, work on that for a while did you?”

He hunkered down on the arm of a chair. “Nope. So, what’s your name?”

“Sam. You?”

“Sam. Go figure.”

“That’ll make it easier when we fuck eh?” Realizing what she’d said she blushed then laughed. Well there you go, in for a penny...

He looked at her with a question mark.

“You strike me as arrogant.”

his laughter was deep, sending a wave of need through her, her eyes half closing as her legs nearly let go.

“But how will you know if I’m yelling out my name or yours?”

“Intonation”

He nodded.

“Another wine?”

“No, thank you. I’m ready to leave when you are.”

“Well, this is my house, so unfortunately, we’ve a while to wait.”

“Then yes, another wine.”

As he moved away, she felt both a loss and a spaciousness, the room no longer claustrophobic. She slipped herself into the chair, waited.
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the desert
Posted:May 25, 2018 8:18 am
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2018 2:11 pm
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she stood watching him work on that old bike. bare chested, sweating in the afternoon sun. nothing she hadn't seen a million times. his jeans catching him tight on his thighs when he hunkered down. She could almost taste the salt on his skin. times like this made her breasts ache, fill up with need of him. still, she just stood, eyes savoring the length of him.

He could feel her eyes on him. his cock twitched wishing she’d hurry the hell up. He knew not to turn, just to wait her out. sometimes she'd startle and then the whole thing would be taken by the wind. He stood and pulled his shoulder to stop the stiffening. He smelled kinds of awful. grabbed a bottle of water and poured it over his head. the sand just ate it like it never was. there was no breeze so the moment stood for the moment. he gulped the rest to soothe his throat.

her breasts on his back, hands around his belly. lips on his neck. she'd be standing on her toes to reach.

his long arms reached behind him pulling her tight to him, find her ass already wet with sweat, sliding over them easily, lifting her off the ground, heading for the barn.

could feel her watching him but didn’t stop working.
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Pity
Posted:Apr 21, 2018 11:54 am
Last Updated:Apr 21, 2018 11:54 am
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“Pity the nation whose people are sheep,
and whose shepherds mislead them.
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose sages are silenced,
and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.
Pity the nation that raises not its voice,
except to praise conquerors and acclaim the bully as hero
and aims to rule the world with force and by torture.
Pity the nation that knows no other language but its own
and no other culture but its own.
Pity the nation whose breath is money
and sleeps the sleep of the too well fed.
Pity the nation — oh, pity the people who allow their rights to erode
and their freedoms to be washed away.
My country, tears of thee, sweet land of liberty.”
― Lawrence Ferlinghetti
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AWOL
Posted:Apr 14, 2018 11:18 am
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2018 12:25 pm
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sometimes as the wife of a salesman once said, attention must be paid. i will be doing that and not be doing this for a while.

for those who know me, your energy and your prayers would be appreciated.

for those who only know wickedeasy.....i will catch you on the flip side.

and likely i will be snooping occasionally...

enjoy what i hope is finally spring.

WE



isn't this pretty?
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Opti(c)s
Posted:Apr 11, 2018 12:28 pm
Last Updated:Apr 14, 2018 11:21 am
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when some you have read forever, who has given you prose that is so sumptuous you groan at the taste of it....

who manages to not only make you want more but also leaves you extrapolating endless chapters that you want to read.

who has a grasp on international politics and finance that puts most national leaders to shame

i will miss Optiskeptic. i was led to him circuitously and i never missed a single post, not . His writing is extraordinary. i wish you could have known it. he could make you weep.

and he has a lovely bum.

too hard on himself by half. but most of the truly wondrous of the world are.

i love you.
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What Lies Beneath Symposium #39
Posted:Apr 2, 2018 11:22 am
Last Updated:Apr 11, 2018 12:46 pm
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I’ll be back in three days.

Yes.

The door closed behind him, the house falling into a stillness that wrapped around her like a soft quilt. She slid across the wooden floors in her socks, clicking off the filtered air, opening the French doors and stepped out on the cool flagstones, air filling her lungs as she breathed deeply for the first time in what seemed like forever. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out the cigarettes she did not have and lit one, inhaling until she choked. Smiling she sat on the stone wall next to the hydrangeas, wafting smoke rings over the sculpted garden, lighting cigarette from cigarette until the moon rose.

Edging back into the darkened room, she slid silently through the rooms into the kitchen. She would not need a glass, there was no need for pretense or formality this evening. Her hand found the bottle, tucked it in under her arm, reached for the basket in the fridge, wandered back to the bedroom. The light from the moon cast a shadowy spotlight through the skylight that stretched across the chaise by the fireplace, redolent from the spruce logs burned last night. Inhaling the scent, she changed into her nightgown, climbing onto the sleigh bed.

She tipped a handful of the goodies from the basket into her palm, crunched, and followed them with a healthy gulp of Jameson. Treasuring the silence, the lack of TV noise, no computers beeping, no phones pinging with calls, she continued her minor feasting until she began to drift noticing that the house still had its own sound, a thrum of sorts or was that in her head. Pulling herself back up, she gobbled the last of the what the basket held, drank greedily, then gave herself with silent satisfaction to the softness of slumber.

It was not until she awoke, and his voice asked, how did you sleep, that she realized she had not succeeded.

Although she could not have seen the flashing lights, she now fully understood what lies beneath. Next time, she would do better.
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