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Dear X
If you do exist as some all encompassing entity out there in the wide blue yonder can I ask you to stop dumping on those I love? If I did something terrible in the past and you want to make me suffer for it now, please dump your nasties on me. My love is a gentleman in the true sense of the word, sure he drives me up the wall sometimes but he doesn't deserve all these bad things happening to him. Oh one more thing if you have to take anyone take me ......

:rose:
 
Dear Xs

You were my teachers at school and I realise that you weren't taught yourselves, as is the way these days, to be on the look out for certain 'symptoms' (for want of a better word) that could mean a child was being abused. I tried reaching out to you in oh so many ways but all I got was branded as being unruly and a liar. Children tend to keep their mouths shut you know they don't tell, and when telling gets the response I did from you they shut it away inside themselves and carry on suffering long after their school days are gone. You, the people of authority, could have stopped it there and then ...... but no you carried on your selfish lives and left me to rot. The outside pain stops sooner or later but the inside pain never ever does. I hope to God that if there were others in your care that suffered the way I did, you had more compassion and did something to help them because I am telling you now you did fuck all for me you are a disgrace to your profession that is supposed to care for children.
 
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Dear Xs

You were my teachers at school and I realise that you weren't taught yourselves, as is the way these days, to be on the look out for certain 'symptoms' (for want of a better word) that could mean a child was being abused. I tried reaching out to you in oh so many ways but all I got was branded as being unruly and a liar. Children tend to keep their mouths shut you know they don't tell, and when telling gets the response I did from you they shut it away inside themselves and carry on suffering long after their school days are gone. You, the people of authority, could have stopped it there and then ...... but no you carried on your selfish lives and left me to rot. The outside pain stops sooner or later but the inside pain never ever does. I hope to God that if there were others in your care that suffered the way I did, you had more compassion and did something to help them because I am telling you now you did fuck all for me you are a disgrace to your profession that is supposed to care for children.


Buggers.

There are good ones out there UYS who would have done something.

:rose:
 
Unfortunately when I was young not many listened to what the child was saying. I have read articles online laying out the exact things for authorites to look out for and I fitted almost all of them, yet not one single person realised I was crying out for help
 
Unfortunately when I was young not many listened to what the child was saying. I have read articles online laying out the exact things for authorites to look out for and I fitted almost all of them, yet not one single person realised I was crying out for help

That's too bad.

Now we err on the side of reporting something that might be nothing.

Better safe than sorry and better the child protected.

:rose:
 
But then she told me I would be taken away and put in a children's home and never be allowed to be free again if I told so who knows what was the right thing for me to do ..... Catch22
 
"then I had a little luck you were awake I couldn't take another moment alone." - RW

"...Hmmm.....wishing that image to be you and I at this very moment.

Incredibly seductive....ever so thankful, I am for the vision.

A bit of a voyeur at heart, I am.

And the thought of you and suckling lighthouses.....

I've been terribly lack of sexuality lately (even vacant of a partner, I am most always sexual).

You always arouse the most delightful of sensations in me, though, have now, and as a rule pull the most erotic of thoughts/feelings from me at all times....create quite the fantasist of me.

Even through e-contact, I feel as excited as a school girl with someone's hand up her skirt for the very first time.

I can say with confidence, you are the sexiest man I have ever encountered.

Added to that, considerate, handsome, creative, clever....quite the intriguing creature you are.

Tonight, I will touch, and my touch will be yours."

- She to me
 
"...Hmmm.....wishing that image to be you and I at this very moment.

Incredibly seductive....ever so thankful, I am for the vision.

A bit of a voyeur at heart, I am.

And the thought of you and suckling lighthouses.....

I've been terribly lack of sexuality lately (even vacant of a partner, I am most always sexual).

You always arouse the most delightful of sensations in me, though, have now, and as a rule pull the most erotic of thoughts/feelings from me at all times....create quite the fantasist of me.

Even through e-contact, I feel as excited as a school girl with someone's hand up her skirt for the very first time.

I can say with confidence, you are the sexiest man I have ever encountered.

Added to that, considerate, handsome, creative, clever....quite the intriguing creature you are.

Tonight, I will touch, and my touch will be yours."

- She to me




*ever so confused*
 
Dear Anonymous
If you are out there reading this thankyou for your kind feedback it's always nice to receive pleasantries and I don't know any other way to thank you :rose:
 
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your poetry is lovely

diverse and very accessable : )

you are welcome love.


Dear Anonymous
If you are out there reading this thankyou for your kind feedback it's always nice to receive pleasantries and I don't know any other way to thank you :rose:
 
i think...

that i've begun the process of accepting my own mortality and it is
a real load-off.
 
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priceless

Biography: I am a 6'5 280 lb. gay Swedish male with a taste for brute force, trapped inside the body of a gentle, black-coffee-colored Rastafarian man with ass-length dreads, who is in turn trapped inside the body of a diminutive but foul-tempered 5'3 raven-haired spitfire named Bijou who likes to pretend to be submissive. She in turn is trapped inside the body of a rather average white chick from the midwest.
 
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Dear X,

we're all here yet it's always about you. we care about you but you care about you a bit too much, me thinks. please give the "memememememe" a rest for a bit - a little untainted concern for those outside your physical sphere may go a long way. be selfish most days, be self-centered, be you - we love you - but darnit - try to be something new too... care for the sake of caring instead of caring only when it helps you love you even more.

we're all here - get over yourself for a minute & be here with us too.
 
Dear Xes

so i've posted stories about incestuous events - They Are Purely Fictional. i even began one of them with a diatribe about fantasy and difference between fantasy and reality (though, imho, it really takes away from the reader's ability to read & enjoy). yet i continue to receive personal feedback about specific events in people's lives and how people have or want to make something incestuous real in their lives.

i'd like to put it out there that i do not want and have not wanted to have an actual intimate relationship with any of my blood relatives... in fact, i've never wanted to have an intimate relationship with any of my relatives by marriage... if we can get that out of the way it'd be helpful. i'd also like to say that i'm not judging anyone - this is a personal choice and stance on my part. ty but nty.

i have a very active imagination & love fantasies but i'm not into discussing how to get your [insert relationship title here] to have sex with you irl - nty, kthxbai.

all the respect in the world for feedback, both positive & negative - i welcome it & value it. when you begin asking how to get so-and-so to fuck you irl you are no longer giving feedback and it's no longer fantasy. get me loud and clear, please: i'll fantasize until the day is done but i will not take part in real-life incestuous scenarios.

many thanks for not being offended and understanding where i stand. many many thanks & be well.
 
"There's no room for glass in my life. I'm a silent breaker."

Nice. Lovely to read your writing again, Bluebell. Yours are words I enjoy reading a few times.
 
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Dear X,

I didn't figure I'd ever see you walk away from an audience as long as they were still listening.

j
 
"There's no room for glass in my life. I'm a silent breaker."

Nice. Lovely to read your writing again, Bluebell. Yours are words I enjoy reading a few times.
To darling Dora, whose poems crept up on my brain like morning glories and now thunder over it in little waves of clattering horse hooves,

I am in awe of how you marry words. They become the place where breath is formed. You are the deity of starlit poetry; it burns from the inside. I love crawling in the ashes to see where the flame is nestled. You always surprise me and I'm so glad you trust our eyes with your words; what a gift.

Thank you for your support. You're inimitable.

b.
 
Dear X

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Though not a member for long, I've hung around Lit's back rooms & side entrances for years - sticking to shadows & mucky places others pass through quickly in the hopes I won't be noticed. My beginnings as a reader-of-erotica were humble and I meant to move up in the world by finally becoming a member and broadening my limited horizons through the poetry posts.

Since "the join" (queue ominous background music) there have been some words-on-a-stick I shoved (rudely most of the time) on the Poetry Barbecue for a little flare-up now & again... and the flames did not disappoint: I've had positive, negative & ambivalent feedback - yay! No. Really. Yay! Feedback flames are precious and I don't mind a little burn as long as my words-on-a-stick end up cooked properly so as not to cause unwanted internal issues - that'd plain suck for everyone involved & I'd have no clue how to begin explaining that to an ER doctor if someone needed treatment.

Usually I want to say "thanks! that meant a lot" to anyone doing reviews or commenting... Right now, though? Nope, not so much. I read the reviews thread often (usually I appreciate the candid mentions, comments & feedback) & find several recent reviews to be rather snarky; there's a demeaning quality that's a huge turn-off to anyone wanting to post. I'm not asking X to say they like something they don't or to skip the criticism, that'd be lame & a waste of everyone's time/energy/lighter fluid. I DO want to ask X to just lose the attitude: it's so unnecessary, you're obviously intelligent & have a great grasp on words in general, resorting to belittling remarks is just blah.

Of course, I don't expect X to like this: 1) I'm rambling, 2) someone's going to think my use of "words-on-a-stick" to denote poetry is demeaning, 3) some of us don't realize when we're being poop-heads and we certainly don't like it being called out, 4) I bet I'm the only one that thinks this anyway, 5) I'll be called to task for not reviewing poetry because if you don't review then I shouldn't sit in judgment of the reviewers (a logic to which I am opposed), and 6) my profile will show no submissions of any kind of work (they're under another name: I don't feel like trusting the pseudonymity of Lit and am going for full-blown anonymity).

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