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You are most welcome. I admire your willingness to share yourself through words from your heart and images of your well-maintained and very sexy body. I don't have that sort of courage. I salute yours.

I thank you for your eloquent praise my dear Lady!

In an earlier time I wanted to be a writer, and I once kept a journal. This is probably the only forum (pardon the pun) in which I share intimate thoughts and emotions.

It is a joy to be appreciated
😁
 
Unturned Thoughts

An acclaimed American writer once admonished his reader "beware thoughts that come in the night. They aren't turned properly."

But then on a whim he bought a van, drove across the South, and wrote a best seller.

I do my best to need his advise, coupled with the words of a former girlfriend that "everything looks better in the morning."

Yet sometimes those askew thoughts with jagged edges and hard hides break through, so I rant and rave and we get bunk like my last few posts.

But this morning I got to sleep in, lie languidly in bed and reflect on my anger and my sadness.

Figured I would share a more relaxed moment.
(My thanks to a friend who offered praise and guidance, and made this classier than it should be)
 
An acclaimed American writer once admonished his reader "beware thoughts that come in the night. They aren't turned properly."

But then on a whim he bought a van, drove across the South, and wrote a best seller.

I do my best to need his advise, coupled with the words of a former girlfriend that "everything looks better in the morning."

Yet sometimes those askew thoughts with jagged edges and hard hides break through, so I rant and rave and we get bunk like my last few posts.

But this morning I got to sleep in, lie languidly in bed and reflect on my anger and my sadness.

Figured I would share a more relaxed moment.
(My thanks to a friend who offered praise and guidance, and made this classier than it should be)

First time I've come a cross your thread and its mmmmmmm
 
An acclaimed American writer once admonished his reader "beware thoughts that come in the night. They aren't turned properly."

But then on a whim he bought a van, drove across the South, and wrote a best seller.

You stumped me with this one. Thought you meant Steinbeck and Travels with Charley. I had to look it up.
 
You stumped me with this one. Thought you meant Steinbeck and Travels with Charley. I had to look it up.

I first thought Kerouac and looked it up as well. You do write beautifully Cthulhu. I love that I can feel the emotion of your writing.
 
You stumped me with this one. Thought you meant Steinbeck and Travels with Charley. I had to look it up.

I first thought Kerouac and looked it up as well. You do write beautifully Cthulhu. I love that I can feel the emotion of your writing.

Thank you very much my dear sweet ladies!

If you get the chance, I highly recommend reading his first book.

I keep trying to get in to his other work, but it is a bit dense for me, and I find my ability to read has diminished over the past few years.

Jack Kerouac is one of my all time favorite writers!

His long, elegant yet clunky run-on paragraph sentences read the way that I think.
Several authors I admired in my youth are now "problematic" as sources, but I have always distilled the bigotry and sexism of their work away and sought to see the adept wordsmithery at the base of their tales.

I remember in my high school creative writing class a quote on the wall from Clemens:. Writing is easy; just sit down at a typrewriter and open a vein.

Besides the lack of discipline when it comes to plot and details, I have struggled with the right balance of emotion and mechanics in my writing (Tristram Shandy was my style coach before I knew he existed).

Thank you so much for following down this winding path.

 
This is one high-class thread! What a literate and literary fan base you have! :D
 
Jagged edges

Last Friday I got to do something at work that I enjoy--splicing.

We ordered new dock lines for our boats, ready made with an eye and a whipped bitter end. But the splice did not hold and the strands began to part and they had to be unlaid and respliced.

So I got out my old rigging knife, one of the first purchases I made as a "professional mariner," one of the oldest things I own that I bought brand new.

After years of use (and some mis-use) the edge was dull, even jagged with chips out of the edge. It would not do the job it was meant for.

So I used another blade to finish the job and brought it home to sharpen and hone it, to grind away the chips and jagged edges, cutting back the metal to a new, sharp edge.

Sometimes I feel like that old knife; dull, useless, with jagged edges and maybe a bit of me missing from hard work and abuse.

I am doing my best to be well oiled machine, a finely honed tool. It just takes time, patience, and work.
 


So I got out my old rigging knife, one of the first purchases I made as a "professional mariner," one of the oldest things I own that I bought brand new.

After years of use (and some mis-use) the edge was dull, even jagged with chips out of the edge. It would not do the job it was meant for.

So I used another blade to finish the job and brought it home to sharpen and hone it, to grind away the chips and jagged edges, cutting back the metal to a new, sharp edge.

Sometimes I feel like that old knife; dull, useless, with jagged edges and maybe a bit of me missing from hard work and abuse.

I am doing my best to be well oiled machine, a finely honed tool. It just takes time, patience, and work.

Tennyson seems apt:
"How dull it is to pause, to make an end
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!"

I have a few of my grandfather's shop tools and my grandmother's kitchen tools. Like your knife, they are nicked and scratched - and treasured for all they have done over the decades.
 
Tennyson!

It has been quite a while since I read his work.

Thank you for a lovely memory of younger days spent in the stacks of my local library!

Stainless steel is great for a blade that never rusts, but it does not hold an edge.
 


Sometimes I feel like that old knife; dull, useless, with jagged edges and maybe a bit of me missing from hard work and abuse.

I am doing my best to be well oiled machine, a finely honed tool. It just takes time, patience, and work.

Your vulnerability is refreshing and one of my favorite things about you. 💗
 
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Your vulnerability is refreshing and one of my favorite things about you. 💗

Like most things that are hard and stuff, I am incredibly fragile.*




I have been learning to be flexible, to be vulnerable, to bend rather than break.


Thank you





*Y'all can take that as a filthy, flirty pun or an observation ok metallurgy. Your choice.
 
Like most things that are hard and stuff, I am incredibly fragile.*




I have been learning to be flexible, to be vulnerable, to bend rather than break.


Thank you





*Y'all can take that as a filthy, flirty pun or an observation ok metallurgy. Your choice.

I’ll take filthy, flirty puns for $500 Alex. 🙋*♀️🤣
 
That seems to make more sense.

I was going to be disappointed (but not surprised) if you simply got it wrong.

Hairy, moderately fit chests seem rather interchangeable around these parts.

Such is the nature of the forum.

As for the crazy hieroglyphs you have put after the actual words, I apologize that I cannot decipher them.

Being an old fogey, I can no longer communicate in the language of the young and hip.
 
My house smells of cornbread and herbs as I get ready for tomorrow (all Southern girls make cornbread dressing, not bread stuffing. It's The Law!). What goes on your Thanksgiving table?
 
Thanksgiving


What an excellent question, Madame!

What lovely little details about yourself your question revels....

If you will indulge me, it reminds me of the time I moved to Charleston, South Carolina on a provisional basis while I waited out the winter and the return of the sailing season in Chicago. As a bachelor "Yankee" (their odd little term) I was the most popular man in town and several folks wanted to have me at their dinner table.

Tomorrow, upon my table you will find:

-Orange ginger cranberry relish (my one contribution)
-Brined Turkey
-Dreasing from Fine Cooking
-Pecan Pie
-Pumpkin pie
-Red Wine

We often have cornbread as a nod to my mother in law'a Texas heritage, but will go with a more traditional dressing for the holiday.
They bond over food and so any other sides will be a surprise to me.

I will be watching vapid television while drinking spiked cider and snuggling with my dogger on the couch while our house fills with the decadent smells of delicious food.
 

What an excellent question, Madame!

What lovely little details about yourself your question revels....

If you will indulge me, it reminds me of the time I moved to Charleston, South Carolina on a provisional basis while I waited out the winter and the return of the sailing season in Chicago. As a bachelor "Yankee" (their odd little term) I was the most popular man in town and several folks wanted to have me at their dinner table.

Tomorrow, upon my table you will find:

-Orange ginger cranberry relish (my one contribution)
-Brined Turkey
-Dreasing from Fine Cooking
-Pecan Pie
-Pumpkin pie
-Red Wine

We often have cornbread as a nod to my mother in law'a Texas heritage, but will go with a more traditional dressing for the holiday.
They bond over food and so any other sides will be a surprise to me.

I will be watching vapid television while drinking spiked cider and snuggling with my dogger on the couch while our house fills with the decadent smells of delicious food.

Sounds delectable! I have never been a fan of cranberry sauce, but I sure would accept a spoonful of yours with alacrity!

I'm solo this year, having just visited family, so my meal will be modest for an American holiday: pan-fried turkey breast strips (soaked in buttermilk for a few hours first), classic cornbread dressing, steamed broccoli so there's something healthful on the table, potatoes of some kind, and my favorite pumpkin cake with cream cheese frosting for dessert. Lots of leftovers for the weekend!

I love that we have an entire holiday devoted to the pleasures of the table.
 
Sounds delicious!

Let me know if you need help with leftovers.

I forgot the roasted brussel sprouts with bacon as a side.

Thanksgiving is my favorite American Holiday.

Halloween used to bey favorite but has waned in favor because I am never able to celebrate it, but even as an old man I can enjoy a well-cooked dinner.

The boring introvert I married loves it too because it showcases her skills and does not require leaving the house.

 
Sounds delicious!

Let me know if you need help with leftovers.

I forgot the roasted brussel sprouts with bacon as a side.

Thanksgiving is my favorite American Holiday.

Halloween used to bey favorite but has waned in favor because I am never able to celebrate it, but even as an old man I can enjoy a well-cooked dinner.

The boring introvert I married loves it too because it showcases her skills and does not require leaving the house.


You two have a lovely day together. :)
 
I always need help with the leftovers!

Happy Thanksgiving to all the lovely folks on this thread!
 
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