Beltane Wishes and Games

[Anschul]

* My wish for this year is to see my wife discover what she wants to be when she grows up. It is her secret desire (some secret, huh?)

* I'd like to see my writing become more fertile.

* With flowers, I'd like to decorate the three beautiful women in my life.

* Higgeldy Piggeldy
Women of poetry
Angie and Bijou and
Annie and Eve,

Champie and Sassy and...
Omni-inclusively
Smart, literate women.
I'll never leave.

* Tiny little buds,
Popping green in my garden
Spring is here at last.

* Roses are Red
Violets are blue
Daisies are yellow.
Daffodils are too.

* I wrote THIS when I first discovered this site. The lead sentence was: "Jeffrey was fourteen", and that's the way it actually happened. Of course, with a lead like that, Lit wouldn't approve it. I couldn't get the story accepted that way, so I rewrote it to be suitable. Original available upon request.

* Mine: http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk67/freddheadpix/14inchPenis.jpg



* Not Mine: http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk67/freddheadpix/peniscake1.jpg

And finally, I have one more wish: I wish that every one of you gets your wish.

 

[champagne1982]

Of course you can use my reverdie. It was written with your gathering in mind after all. I reserve the right to edit though... Tomorrow.. just some punctuation and a word change for clarity.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

* My wish for this year is to see my wife discover what she wants to be when she grows up. It is her secret desire (some secret, huh?)

* I'd like to see my writing become more fertile.

* With flowers, I'd like to decorate the three beautiful women in my life.

* Higgeldy Piggeldy
Women of poetry
Angie and Bijou and
Annie and Eve,

Champie and Sassy and...
Omni-inclusively
Smart, literate women.
I'll never leave.

* Tiny little buds,
Popping green in my garden
Spring is here at last.

* Roses are Red
Violets are blue
Daisies are yellow.
Daffodils are too.

* I wrote THIS when I first discovered this site. The lead sentence was: "Jeffrey was fourteen", and that's the way it actually happened. Of course, with a lead like that, Lit wouldn't approve it. I couldn't get the story accepted that way, so I rewrote it to be suitable. Original available upon request.

* Mine: http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk67/freddheadpix/14inchPenis.jpg



* Not Mine: http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk67/freddheadpix/peniscake1.jpg

And finally, I have one more wish: I wish that every one of you gets your wish.

How completely adorable are you? I mean.

Here's a lol: when I first loaded the page with your post, the computer did something funny and stretched the text and cake pix down into the bottom of the screen. It was like they were TOO BIG to fit inside the post frame.

It adjusted itself, but it was too late; I was already amused.

Your story, by the way, is hawt.

fourteen, huh? well well well.

That's a little survey question I always think about putting up, and then I worry that people will get weird, but "how old were you when you lost your virginity?" always engenders some interesting discussion.

Of course you can use my reverdie. It was written with your gathering in mind after all. I reserve the right to edit though... Tomorrow.. just some punctuation and a word change for clarity.

*giggling* of course my favorite sparkling-beverage genius poet can offer any words she likes! I won't be in at all on Saturday so anything you want to change should be done before I print it out Friday night and take it home...

yum. thank you so much!

bj

 

[Anschul]

How completely adorable are you? I mean.

Here's a lol: when I first loaded the page with your post, the computer did something funny and stretched the text and cake pix down into the bottom of the screen. It was like they were TOO BIG to fit inside the post frame.

It adjusted itself, but it was too late; I was already amused.



Your story, by the way, is hawt.

fourteen, huh? well well well.

That's a little survey question I always think about putting up, and then I worry that people will get weird, but "how old were you when you lost your virginity?" always engenders some interesting discussion.


*giggling* of course my favorite sparkling-beverage genius poet can offer any words she likes! I won't be in at all on Saturday so anything you want to change should be done before I print it out Friday night and take it home...

yum. thank you so much!

bj

Yup. Fourteen. I come from a long line of VERY disturbed men. Thank God I am the VERY last of my family's gene line.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Yup. Fourteen. I come from a long line of VERY disturbed men. Thank God I am the VERY last of my family's gene line.

It does sound like a really wacky family.

But I dunno; I read something like that with two minds. One can't really judge any first time by a particular standard, only by whether or not it was healthy for that individual. I mean, beyond the obvious, like rape or whatever.

If you took out the elements of surprise, weird family and monetary exchange, you'd have something like a priestess, an older woman teacher, in that character, and in that role there is a great deal of power and worth. The men I've talked to who were sorta "initiated" or taught within their first time by a woman who was more experienced have mostly told me that they felt it was a good thing, at least in the long run.

From very early on, I was sort of a confessor figure about that stuff; people confided all sorts of amazing stuff to me, particularly about early experiences. In listening, I've learned that almost nothing can be judged by category or any sort of standard; it has everything to do with the unique individual and how he or she responds to what happened.

maybe that's just a long way of saying that I read the story as a relatively positive one. Except it would have been better to warn you ahead of time.

that said,

I want to read the other version. I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

*evil*
bj

 

[Anschul]

It does sound like a really wacky family.

But I dunno; I read something like that with two minds. One can't really judge any first time by a particular standard, only by whether or not it was healthy for that individual. I mean, beyond the obvious, like rape or whatever.

If you took out the elements of surprise, weird family and monetary exchange, you'd have something like a priestess, an older woman teacher, in that character, and in that role there is a great deal of power and worth. The men I've talked to who were sorta "initiated" or taught within their first time by a woman who was more experienced have mostly told me that they felt it was a good thing, at least in the long run.

From very early on, I was sort of a confessor figure about that stuff; people confided all sorts of amazing stuff to me, particularly about early experiences. In listening, I've learned that almost nothing can be judged by category or any sort of standard; it has everything to do with the unique individual and how he or she responds to what happened.

maybe that's just a long way of saying that I read the story as a relatively positive one. Except it would have been better to warn you ahead of time.

that said,

I want to read the other version. I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

*evil*
bj

No green here, this is real, sort of...

I see it as a positive story now. It took me a long time to get there. It pretty much fucked sex up for me for a long time. I have another pretty cool story inside about how I overcame the premature ej thing, which stuck with me until I was over forty years old (hope this isn't too much information). I probably will write that some day. The other prose thing I posted is also extremely close to something that really happened, and related to how I overcame. I suspect I can only write the stories based on reality. My imagination isn't that good.

It's a really funny thing that I find myself opening up in here, saying things I haven't even told my therapist. I don't know if it's the anonymity thing, or that as far back as I can remember, I have been a better writer than a talker. It's why I do this thing for a living. But here I go, making myself more accessible than I ever have. Being a child of the sixties (actually I was pretty much an adult by the time the "real" sixties happened), this whole computer, bulletin board, chat, IM, Internet thing is somewhat odd, and I don't really know the rules. I only know that I feel really comfortable saying really personal stuff.
I think it is probably a credit to the unbelievably talented and smart people here (and the fact that at the bottom, this IS a porn site), that a lot of really personal stuff comes out, a great deal of it between the lines (which is not really MY style--I'm pretty much as subtle as a punch in the mouth), but I feel like I'm learning more about myself now than I have in years of self-examination (I check for crabs and head lice weekly, but that's another form of self-examination better saved for a different thread).
I can't help but think that the personnae I am getting to know here are very real, not the fictional "alt" personnae I've heard are the norm on board sites. These people (yes you, you all, I know this is out in public), and I feel really fortunate to have stumbled upon this board, as I believe I will grow as a writer, and that is my most important personal goal. The writing here is extraordinary.

Well, now, I'm temporarily sick of all this introspection, and I don't want to hijack the thread and turn it into a confessional (too late).

I was thinking of a challenge to take the funny animations I described and turn them into erotic poetry. There are 29. Wonder what would come of these bright people getting funky and poetic within the limitations of specific sexual positions. Maybe some day.

Hey, I've got a sonnet to write for 30/30, and the calendar is ticking...

And now back to your regularly scheduled programming:

Pizza and beer tomorrow night. The dough is made, the sauce will start at eight am (that's two pm beach time), and I see you've got plenty of cerveza on tap, so let's get it on...

 

[unpredictablebijou]

dot dot dot

Well, now, I'm temporarily sick of all this introspection, and I don't want to hijack the thread and turn it into a confessional (too late).

I was thinking of a challenge to take the funny animations I described and turn them into erotic poetry. There are 29. Wonder what would come of these bright people getting funky and poetic within the limitations of specific sexual positions. Maybe some day.

Hey, I've got a sonnet to write for 30/30, and the calendar is ticking...

And now back to your regularly scheduled programming:

Pizza and beer tomorrow night. The dough is made, the sauce will start at eight am (that's two pm beach time), and I see you've got plenty of cerveza on tap, so let's get it on...

*really big smile* you are really something.

While I'm a little behind you, I did start college with an electric typewriter. So the astounding, inestimable effect of the internet universe and what it offers is by no means lost on me. This is a fractal place, filled with currents and cultures and power, and it changes lives. And I too am still trying to get my head around how much I can be fiercely in love with both individuals and groups that I have never actually met. It's crazy, huh?

You're right on about the anonymity aspect as well. It can be such a force for shift, for going beyond boundaries, in the best and occasionally worst of ways, but in general it offers a way to connect, quite deeply, on a level that is tangibly different, but absolutely tangible nonetheless.


There's no such thing as hijacking this particular thread, especially if we're talking about sex, writing, and the relationship between who we are, how we love, how we fuck, and what we write.

And there's no such thing as TMI in my universe. Hell, that's part of what I do for a living - sit in small rooms and give groups of people way too much information about sex.

I frickin' LOVE that challenge idea. I dunno, you could start each day with a link to one of the positions. One could write a scene, a poem, or even a caption or a piece of dialogue.

Man, that would be a hoot. I'm in if you do it.

Can I have a white pizza? I have Issues with tomato sauce. Long story involving a skunk, a plate of spaghetti, my relationship with my mother, zucchini, and an orange tomcat.

bj

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Beneath the sunbeam filtered forest glen
she dances
to and fro, to the music of the trees
she sings her haunting song.
Moss to the green
brown to the bark
all things to their time
born again renewed.
Fluting calls, ethereal she is gone.

 

[Eluard]

No green here, this is real, sort of...

I see it as a positive story now. It took me a long time to get there. It pretty much fucked sex up for me for a long time. I have another pretty cool story inside about how I overcame the premature ej thing, which stuck with me until I was over forty years old (hope this isn't too much information). I probably will write that some day. The other prose thing I posted is also extremely close to something that really happened, and related to how I overcame. I suspect I can only write the stories based on reality. My imagination isn't that good.

It's a really funny thing that I find myself opening up in here, saying things I haven't even told my therapist. I don't know if it's the anonymity thing, or that as far back as I can remember, I have been a better writer than a talker. It's why I do this thing for a living. But here I go, making myself more accessible than I ever have. Being a child of the sixties (actually I was pretty much an adult by the time the "real" sixties happened), this whole computer, bulletin board, chat, IM, Internet thing is somewhat odd, and I don't really know the rules. I only know that I feel really comfortable saying really personal stuff.
I think it is probably a credit to the unbelievably talented and smart people here (and the fact that at the bottom, this IS a porn site), that a lot of really personal stuff comes out, a great deal of it between the lines (which is not really MY style--I'm pretty much as subtle as a punch in the mouth), but I feel like I'm learning more about myself now than I have in years of self-examination (I check for crabs and head lice weekly, but that's another form of self-examination better saved for a different thread).
I can't help but think that the personnae I am getting to know here are very real, not the fictional "alt" personnae I've heard are the norm on board sites. These people (yes you, you all, I know this is out in public), and I feel really fortunate to have stumbled upon this board, as I believe I will grow as a writer, and that is my most important personal goal. The writing here is extraordinary.

Well, now, I'm temporarily sick of all this introspection, and I don't want to hijack the thread and turn it into a confessional (too late).

I was thinking of a challenge to take the funny animations I described and turn them into erotic poetry. There are 29. Wonder what would come of these bright people getting funky and poetic within the limitations of specific sexual positions. Maybe some day.

Hey, I've got a sonnet to write for 30/30, and the calendar is ticking...

And now back to your regularly scheduled programming:

Pizza and beer tomorrow night. The dough is made, the sauce will start at eight am (that's two pm beach time), and I see you've got plenty of cerveza on tap, so let's get it on...

What a wonderful post — and I think also a great tribute to the hostess of this thread, who has beautifully unified people. That is a talent.

 

[Anschul]

*really big smile* you are really something.

* turns away and smiles sheepishly *

Can I have a white pizza? I have Issues with tomato sauce. Long story involving a skunk, a plate of spaghetti, my relationship with my mother, zucchini, and an orange tomcat.

bj

Your mother, huh? Man, do I need to hear THIS story!!
White pizza with fresh spinach, Vidalia onions caramelized in real butter, and roasted garlic. My personal favorite.

I think there's something in the water in Kansas that makes people special. When I arrived in Lawrence, I was a stupid, immature jock (baseball player, scholarship, lousy grades in high school, 1315 SATs), fucked anyone that would hold still long enough, hated it, went to class just enough to learn how to learn but not one hour more, blew out a knee, lost my scholarship, went into a depression, started writing to make my head feel better, and one day the light bulb went on. I left after two years, but I've never forgotten those two years, that was where I grew up. I think subconsciously, I feel connected to the Kansas folk on the site, and it keeps me coming back, keeps me grounded. It's difficult to be grounded in Miami Beach. Very much weirdness here.
Must be beautiful there this time of year. Late April, early May... * sigh...* I do remember that.
Think I'll go off into a reverie for a while...

 

[champagne1982]

I've posted my revision in the may edit thread for you. I hope it reads more clearly now, I know it does for me. Have a great holy day gathering tomorrow. You will be as blessed as all those who you ask blessings for. Sometimes it just takes a while.

I found out yesterday that my cardio needs me to have a stress test (I walk on a treadmill with monitors wired to my chest {hehehe wireslut } to check my heart function out) sometime soon but not likely before I have another echocardiogram with an aortic study. Gawd, I feel like a sounding board for some wacked out sonar bouy when I get one of those. Hopefully your charm will restore a bit of peace to my soul if not my heart. Thanks in advance to you and your gathering.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Nothing wrong with your soul hunny it's plugged in just right xx

 

[Anschul]

I've posted my revision in the may edit thread for you. I hope it reads more clearly now, I know it does for me. Have a great holy day gathering tomorrow. You will be as blessed as all those who you ask blessings for. Sometimes it just takes a while.

I found out yesterday that my cardio needs me to have a stress test (I walk on a treadmill with monitors wired to my chest {hehehe wireslut } to check my heart function out) sometime soon but not likely before I have another echocardiogram with an aortic study. Gawd, I feel like a sounding board for some wacked out sonar bouy when I get one of those. Hopefully your charm will restore a bit of peace to my soul if not my heart. Thanks in advance to you and your gathering.

Champie, my heart goes out to you. You may have mine if you need a spare. 102/62 last week (61 years old)

And to think--two wire sluts in one week! Amazing!!!

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Beneath the sunbeam filtered forest glen
she dances
to and fro, to the music of the trees
she sings her haunting song.
Moss to the green
brown to the bark
all things to their time
born again renewed.
Fluting calls, ethereal she is gone.

There's a really delicious chant in here. Bet I'll use something like "Moss to the green, brown to the bark, all things to their time..." in ritual on Saturday...

My group is really musical and it's my job to compose chants they can really get into. They're a challenge, that bunch.

What a wonderful post — and I think also a great tribute to the hostess of this thread, who has beautifully unified people. That is a talent.

ohai, but without all the other people being kind and cool, my ideas would be rather meaningless, nu? So the credit really goes to everyone who stepped up and chose love, and all that happy bunny shit I'm always hoping for when I start threads like this.

Your mother, huh? Man, do I need to hear THIS story!!
White pizza with fresh spinach, Vidalia onions caramelized in real butter, and roasted garlic. My personal favorite.

I think there's something in the water in Kansas that makes people special. When I arrived in Lawrence, I was a stupid, immature jock (baseball player, scholarship, lousy grades in high school, 1315 SATs), fucked anyone that would hold still long enough, hated it, went to class just enough to learn how to learn but not one hour more, blew out a knee, lost my scholarship, went into a depression, started writing to make my head feel better, and one day the light bulb went on. I left after two years, but I've never forgotten those two years, that was where I grew up. I think subconsciously, I feel connected to the Kansas folk on the site, and it keeps me coming back, keeps me grounded. It's difficult to be grounded in Miami Beach. Very much weirdness here.
Must be beautiful there this time of year. Late April, early May... * sigh...* I do remember that.
Think I'll go off into a reverie for a while...

I will put a little blog of that story up sometime. It's rather complex, but funny. That pizza sounds absolutely PERFECT. You do guess right a lot, darlin'.

Kansas does change people. I know this place has completely transformed me. I know I will always be from Kansas, and I rather intend to set down permanent roots here. Fourteen years is a damn fine start.

So now, here's an additional little topic, either for this thread or the Bistro. Write about how your first sexual experience affected the lover you are now; contrast the two, that sort of thing. Let's go there.

And I'm waiting for that sexual positions challenge...

bj

 

[UnderYourSpell]

No green here, this is real, sort of...

I see it as a positive story now. It took me a long time to get there. It pretty much fucked sex up for me for a long time. I have another pretty cool story inside about how I overcame the premature ej thing, which stuck with me until I was over forty years old (hope this isn't too much information). I probably will write that some day. The other prose thing I posted is also extremely close to something that really happened, and related to how I overcame. I suspect I can only write the stories based on reality. My imagination isn't that good.

It's a really funny thing that I find myself opening up in here, saying things I haven't even told my therapist. I don't know if it's the anonymity thing, or that as far back as I can remember, I have been a better writer than a talker. It's why I do this thing for a living. But here I go, making myself more accessible than I ever have. Being a child of the sixties (actually I was pretty much an adult by the time the "real" sixties happened), this whole computer, bulletin board, chat, IM, Internet thing is somewhat odd, and I don't really know the rules. I only know that I feel really comfortable saying really personal stuff.
I think it is probably a credit to the unbelievably talented and smart people here (and the fact that at the bottom, this IS a porn site), that a lot of really personal stuff comes out, a great deal of it between the lines (which is not really MY style--I'm pretty much as subtle as a punch in the mouth), but I feel like I'm learning more about myself now than I have in years of self-examination (I check for crabs and head lice weekly, but that's another form of self-examination better saved for a different thread).
I can't help but think that the personnae I am getting to know here are very real, not the fictional "alt" personnae I've heard are the norm on board sites. These people (yes you, you all, I know this is out in public), and I feel really fortunate to have stumbled upon this board, as I believe I will grow as a writer, and that is my most important personal goal. The writing here is extraordinary.

Well, now, I'm temporarily sick of all this introspection, and I don't want to hijack the thread and turn it into a confessional (too late).

I was thinking of a challenge to take the funny animations I described and turn them into erotic poetry. There are 29. Wonder what would come of these bright people getting funky and poetic within the limitations of specific sexual positions. Maybe some day.

Hey, I've got a sonnet to write for 30/30, and the calendar is ticking...

And now back to your regularly scheduled programming:

Pizza and beer tomorrow night. The dough is made, the sauce will start at eight am (that's two pm beach time), and I see you've got plenty of cerveza on tap, so let's get it on...

One two three hup
slide to the left and sashé
grab your partner
dosy do
andddddddddd swingggggg
swivel those hips
and slide real slow
listen to the rhythm
and go man go.
Faster now no time to lose
change your speed and
g spot chose
scream and cream
n'whack those thighs
cuddle real close
increase the size.
Now she leads
it's a close run bout
don't tire now
on the in and out

............ sheesh I'm knackered

 

[Anschul]

There's a really delicious chant in here. Bet I'll use something like "Moss to the green, brown to the bark, all things to their time..." in ritual on Saturday...

My group is really musical and it's my job to compose chants they can really get into. They're a challenge, that bunch.



ohai, but without all the other people being kind and cool, my ideas would be rather meaningless, nu? So the credit really goes to everyone who stepped up and chose love, and all that happy bunny shit I'm always hoping for when I start threads like this.



I will put a little blog of that story up sometime. It's rather complex, but funny. That pizza sounds absolutely PERFECT. You do guess right a lot, darlin'.

Kansas does change people. I know this place has completely transformed me. I know I will always be from Kansas, and I rather intend to set down permanent roots here. Fourteen years is a damn fine start.

So now, here's an additional little topic, either for this thread or the Bistro. Write about how your first sexual experience affected the lover you are now; contrast the two, that sort of thing. Let's go there.

And I'm waiting for that sexual positions challenge...

bj

cumming...er...coming...er...

 

[Anschul]

One two three hup
slide to the left and sashé
grab your partner
dosy do
andddddddddd swingggggg
swivel those hips
and slide real slow
listen to the rhythm
and go man go.
Faster now no time to lose
change your speed and
g spot chose
scream and cream
n'whack those thighs
cuddle real close
increase the size.
Now she leads
it's a close run bout
don't tire now
on the in and out

............ sheesh I'm knackered

When I said, "Let's get it on," little did I think...

On the other hand, speaking of Let's Get it On, how about a little Marvin Gaye?

 

[Angeline]

When I said, "Let's get it on," little did I think...

On the other hand, speaking of Let's Get it On, how about a little Marvin Gaye?

I read that a Marvin Gaye biopic is being filmed now starring the guy from Law & Order...Jesse someone (can't remember his name). I love Marvin, and can't wait to see it. I love Motown and Soul. I think these guys are my favorites.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I read that a Marvin Gaye biopic is being filmed now starring the guy from Law & Order...Jesse someone (can't remember his name). I love Marvin, and can't wait to see it. I love Motown and Soul. I think these guys are my favorites.

I have always wanted to be a Pip.

I practice when I'm alone:

....

....

Leavin'....

...
...

Leavin' on the midnight traiiiiiiin....

....

...

Goin' back to find....

...
woo woo!

...

bj

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I alwys wanted to do ...doo wap be dooby dooby do wap

 

[Angeline]

I can do the mashed potato. Good, too. Just like those go-go girls!

 

[Anschul]

I have always wanted to be a Pip.

I practice when I'm alone:

....

....

Leavin'....

...
...

Leavin' on the midnight traiiiiiiin....

....

...

Goin' back to find....

...
woo woo!

...

bj

omg, it's a sugar-cube flashback!!!

 

[Anschul]

I read that a Marvin Gaye biopic is being filmed now starring the guy from Law & Order...Jesse someone (can't remember his name). I love Marvin, and can't wait to see it. I love Motown and Soul. I think these guys are my favorites.

Jesse Martin. L&A is AA's all-time favorite franchise...all of them. She calls them her "GUILTY!! pleasure.

Sam and Dave: Hold on, I'm Cumming...oops, Coming

 

[Anschul]

I alwys wanted to do ...doo wap be dooby dooby do wap

* breathes heavy *

 

[sassynyc]

I was thinking of a challenge to take the funny animations I described and turn them into erotic poetry. There are 29. Wonder what would come of these bright people getting funky and poetic within the limitations of specific sexual positions.

that would be such a cool thread. the possibiltities are endless. count me in whenever you start it.

Can I have a white pizza? I have Issues with tomato sauce. Long story involving a skunk, a plate of spaghetti, my relationship with my mother, zucchini, and an orange tomcat.

bj

what a mental picture. now i'm curious....
that has got to be the craziest couple of sentences i've read today.....and that's sayin' a lot for this place