A MAGICAL MIND: WISH...

From blowing dandelion seeds into the air to throwing a penny into a fountain, we have all felt inspired to make a wish, to whisper our secret desires into the ears of the universe and wait for signs that we have been heard. Some wishes come true while others remain ethereal visions that either stay with us or fade like a star in the light of morning. Whether they come true or not, wishes are important missives, expressing our heart's desire as well as our intention to create something new in our lives. When we wish for something, our consciousness opens to receiving it, like a flower unfolding its petals to receive a bee. There is something innocent and magical about making a wish, something that recalls the energy of childhood. Wishing is not about formulating a plan and following it step by step to attain a goal, which is the realm of adulthood. Wishing is more like a playful volley across the universe, an invitation to play. Waiting for the response is an integral part of the process. Wishing inspires an innocent opening to the possibility of magic as we wait to see if the invisible realm will bring our wish to life. This opening is a beautiful gesture in and of itself, regardless of the outcome. We place ourselves in a magical mind, and this mind is arguably as wonderful as the fulfillment of our wish itself. In our straightforward, action-oriented society, we may tend to dismiss the power of this seemingly passive process, yet the power of a wish is well known, hence the cautionary phrase, "Be careful what you wish for." If you have given up wishing in favor of more adult pursuits, you might want to bring its magic back into your life. The next time you see the first star of the evening, or find yourself in front of a birthday cake covered in flaming candles, give yourself the gift of the magical realm that you knew so well as a child-close your eyes, open your mind, and make your wish.

HAPPY B-DAY DERRINIQUE!

Sweet sixteen you are, you were, in part shall always be.

That wonder, horror, perfect, fearful, strong, weak, potpourri.

One moment sailing through the sky, next, in the depths of hell.

What a way to learn of life, a test to live it well.

You need to be connected, dear, the same as all your friends.

You want to be so different, your own self to the end.

You long to be out on your own, you want your family there.

You feel you look so good, then hate your face, your nose, your hair.

And all that I can tell you now my sweet, sixteen, confused,

Is that I love you, and someday you'll look on this bemused.

MARKET BOY!

HOMOSEXUALITY IS A FORM OF LOVE...and HATE is the most maligned and misunderstood of our SEXUALITY! I know that anger is the most powerful outlet. Men build from love and destroy from hate. But too often one cannot build unless one first destroys. I find it scary how GAY MEN here live their life’s and how they treat those that around them. I HATE how GAY MEN can't deal with their own inadequacies and lash out against others. I HATE one GAY MAN in particular deals with the things he can't control, its one thing to show anger @ home but when it's brought out for public spectation that's another story. TALK ABOUT DAVID AND GOLIATH...the only thing is that in this story DAVID got his ASS KICKED. GOLIATH took his sling-shot and shoved it down his throat. Sadly, GOLIATH is his own worst enemy. He is a prisoner within very strong walls, and all the maudlin sentiment in the world, all the wishes for "understanding" and "peace" and only anger will smash them. He exists in a perpetual state of tension or crisis. To what degree depends upon his surroundings. He has learned to HATE, unfortunately he doesn’t hate the right things…HE should HATE passionately everyone and everything that causes him to hate himself, other homosexuals, and homosexuality itself. He should hate every impulse to hide his homosexuality, every impulse to cover up, avert one's eye, change the conversation; to hate every single aspect of his denial of existence — every imposition of heterosexuality upon him: every television program that suggests that "ALL" people are heterosexual; every evening of TV or radio programming in which he is invisible and unheard; every school where hetero patterns are foisted upon every child; to hate every anti-homosexual feeling he has in himself, every temptation to role playing, every word of the "GAY" vocabulary derived from the heterosexual and hetero-prostitute vocabulary of ugliness, impersonality, and contempt for sex, every sexual fantasy in which the body without a man inside is preferred to a full man, every sadistic/masochistic image and thrill, every unnatural swish, every affected effeminate mannerism, every rattail comb and eyebrow pencil, every falsie and hormone shot, every drag ball, every gym or beach that deprives the homosexual of dignity and personhood. I wish he knew that HATE is powerful, more powerful than our ability to diver it or our power to deny it. Hate is dynamic, not static. Hate moves the body to aggression; it moves the mind to aggression too. If that aggression is not let out it will nonetheless work its will, but in that case it will have nowhere to work but on the self. And then, instead of serving the end of self-preservation, it goes instead to push self-destruction. SO THE NEXT TIME GOLIATH DECIDES TO BEAT THE F&CK OUT OF HIS BOYFRIEND, I WISH HE WOULD FIND HIS WAY TO MY COUCH. I would tell him not to curse the darkness but light a fuse instead. There is much that is ugly in the "GAY WORLD" and in the minds of homosexuals. But NONE of it is homosexual. Blast the heterosexual notions out of your head. Blast the heterosexual parasites out of the gay world. Smash the heterosexual patterns that invade our lives. Stomp heterosexual ideas of beauty and right, into the dust. Wrench yourselves out of heterosexual strongholds. Let yourself drift into a violent mood and know what has brought you to it, smash the straight world aside and underfoot and build a homosexual world in a homosexual place. Hate the right people and the right things and use the dynamism of constructive hate to rebuild your world. I wonder if he knows that this incident demonstrates the extreme vulnerability of homosexuals in a heterosexual-dominated community. Do you think he knows that his actions brought down the WHOLE community? DO YOU THINK HE KNOWS HE ACTED LIKE A BOY IN THE MARKET?

SEX WITH ME...

…Gives you a sensual and obedient MAN who is in sink with my partner’s erotic dictates. With me no words need to be spoken when intimate with me; I know how to capture and keep my MAN’S imagination. "Sex is good; it’s a creation of GOD and all men are expected to enjoy it. Hence I exercise my GOD given right to enjoy myself. Sex with me doesn’t lend itself to prudishness or squeamishness. Sex is not an occasion for shame or embarrassment. With me I intend to teach that sex is deeper than the merely physical; it touches the whole physical and soulish makeup of man; it is psycho-physical. Sex with me involves every part of your life, not only physically, but emotionally, mentally, and volitionally as well. It is this fact that makes the sex drive so powerful. Sex is a powerful desire to enter into a total union with another personality, to discover the "SECRET" of another, to possess him in the total framework of human experience. In a phrase the URGE to MERGE! Sex with me is such a powerful instinctive drive in human life that you can never ignore it or take it lightly. It is as irresistible as spring. You can never fully understand this strange and powerful drive, and nothing quite so much tortures you and yet delights you as the mystery of SEX WITH ME! One thing therefore is clear: is that SEX is so deeply rooted in our natures that we can never treat it adequately on the physical level. SEX WITH ME is much deeper than that. I touch the whole of human makeup in its total experience. It’s all about taking that person to that next level, I firmly believe that you can tell who a man is by how deep and passionately he let’s ME F&CK him. I LOVE the way he looks into my eyes and rise from his deep set self-reflection as he sees me in his reflection…reflecting what HE knows is true. SEX WITH ME shows you the undeniable connection between our SOULS…Being inside of you is what you’d LOVE the most. GOD knows that I will F&CK you in every position that both of our bodies can handle…I want to see your body shine by candlelight…as your body continues to heat up in our sweat… I want to see the sexual lust on your face…as you throw your head from side…You don’t have to tell how good I feel, your body shows me that every time it rocks out of control…SEX WITH ME LIKE SEEING THE FACE OF GOD. SEX WITH ME IS BAR NONE. SEX WITH ME IS all pleasure with strings attach. SEX WITH ME is better than having a million bucks. SEX WITH ME is like a monsoon – HOT, WET, WILD, HEAVY & PERIODIC…SEX WITH ME is all BODY, HEART & SOUL…

¿ONE NIGHT STAND = A LIFE TIME?

HOW DOES A MAN DECIDE THAT HE WANTS TO HAVE SEX WITH ME, NOT KNOWING WHO I AM AND THEN LATER DECIDES THAT HE WANTS A LIFETIME AND NOT A ONE TIME THING? I find this phenomenon sad and heart breaking. How do you say to yourself 'sure we can F&CK' all the while you know that deep down in your very soul you want the one thing that everyone in the world wants...

I find this very interesting because that means with every STROKE of my D!CK, every TENDER TOUCH, every SWEET KISS of my LIPS you are hoping to get that for more than one night. So I say ask yourself, how can you expect this be more than what it's meant to be? How can you want me to think that you want something with me that transform into more than what you give me @ the moment in time? I am just doing what my urges suggest and I am sorry that my HEART isn't in there, but I take my LIFE very seriously and I don't just decide that I want to be with anyone just because we had AMAZING SEX! S

ex doesn't equate to LOVE in my mind; sorry if it does for you but you need to accept this for what it is. How do you expect a MAN such as me to transform form the BULL that I am into an innocent PLAYMATE? The maniac in me won't allow such behaviour to exist...I GUESS I AM WRONG FOR GIVING YOU EVERYTHING AND NOTHING @ THE SAME TIME...GUESS I AM STRANGE FOR THINKING MY WAY OF F&CKING IS COMMON PLACE. I can't say that I blame you though; you've never come across one like me. I know that it's refreshing to see such a real and uninhibited display of sex so easily; flaunted in such a candid style...WHAT CAN I SAY? I KNOW HOW TO SEPARATE F&CKING FROM LOVE! Please don’t fall into the trap of starting out with an O.N.S. and end up getting hooked. 

In general, it is virtually impossible to maintain a serious relationship from a one-night stand. The odds are not very good. There are 3 things I want you to remember...I DON'T MAKE PROMISES - I won’t make promises I obviously can't keep. I won’t ask for your number if I don't plan on using it; I can’t set you up for a disappointment. I DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR F&CKING YOU - it cheapens the mood and kills the good time that we had. I WILL FOLLOW UP WITH YOU FROM TIME TO TIME - I won’t burn bridges because I never know when I might want to rock the bed with you again. CALL ME SELFISH, CALL ME WHAT EVER YOU...THE ONE THING YOU CAN'T CALL ME A LIAR BECAUSE I YOU KNOW FROM THE START WHAT THE DEAL IS AND WHERE I STAND...

HAPPY B-DAY ZHIVONIA!

You are a special niece to me.

It has been a blessing for me to see you grow up

to be the person who you were supposed to be.

The angels must have lent you their gloves,

so you could create those wonderful things

that fills my heart with beauty and love.

You should share your talents for others to see.

The angels will be as happy as they can be,

that you used their gloves to make pretty things,

to make people so happy they want to sing.

By sharing your gifts that shows your creative touch,

others will thank the angels from above that you helped them fill their homes

with beauty and love.

HAPPY B-DAY DAVEY!

Martyr

for davey

Sufferer for her cause

Sacrificial victim she is…

The difference between her and a madwoman is that she is not mad!

The fields are filled with desires of her voice crying for freedom,

But all in vain they will fade…

She understands that

The way of the world is,

To praise dead saints,

And persecute the living ones.

Her existence is predestined

She was born with a life purpose

It isn’t up to her whether or not she says yes to fulfill it.

Taking responsibility for her destiny,

She bears defeat without losing heart,

Answering the call…

Letting her soul be heard!

Her heart is unconditional!

It doesn’t blow in the wind

Or change with the weather

For she knows that if a flower can go through rain,

Her heart must go through pain.

There are many a tear in her heart that never reaches her eye

For she has her own ‘why’ of life,

She has to bear just about any ‘how.’

Knowing that we all live under the same sky,

But we don’t have the same horizon.

She is the sacrifice

For so that others may live!

She is ‘our’ Joan of Ark,

She is the face behind the mirror!

…the martyr