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Posted:May 21, 2018 8:58 pm
Last Updated:Jun 20, 2018 9:19 pm

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If you just wanted to say hello and introduce yourself, well, that works too.

Say hello, I don't bite. I promise. (Unless you ask, but that's a totally different story.)
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The Meeting (Help me write this story!)
Posted:Jun 14, 2018 8:42 am
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2018 8:59 am

It was already 2:15 when Jim looked out the conference room window toward the lake just outside his office. A dark rain cloud was building overhead, threatening a massive storm. Oh, how Jim loved to watch the rains advancing across the surface of the lake during the big storms. It is so much nicer though to be curled up in bed and watching them with company, he thought.

The meeting was dragging on. Jim had been here since 1 PM, trying to remain attentive as his staff diussed issues that he needed to hear primarily for the point of helping his team feel heard. They were small issues they should be able to resolve for themselves, but occasionally the team just needed to vent before plunging back in to solve problems. His attention already had started to wane when he felt the double pulse vibration of his cell phone alerting him to a new text message.

Pulling the phone from his suit pants and holding it beneath the conference room table, he quickly scanned the message. He did not want to appear insensitive or inattentive to his teammates, even though they already had resolved the heart of the matter and merely needed to implement the solution.

His breath stopped and his eyes widened as he read the message.
Meet me at the Wyndham Suites near your office. Suite 317. Key under your pseudonym at the front desk.

"Is everything okay, Jim?" his assistant asked, seeing his attention divert for a moment.

"Yes. Everything is fine. Just a problem with the quarterly board report the CEO wants me to fix before the meeting next week. I appreciate you all sharing your concerns. It sounds like you have got this resolved guys. Great work today! Unless there is something else, I am going to go get started on this project," Jim said, motioning toward his cell phone.

Jim nearly raced to the parking deck. His heart was pounding with excitement as he began the short drive to the hotel. This afternoon might turn out alright after all, he thought.
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Letting Go
Posted:Jun 20, 2018 1:29 pm
Last Updated:Jun 20, 2018 7:02 pm

"Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go."
- Hermann Hesse

“‎All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.”
- H. Havelock Ellis

“It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all, in which case you have failed by default.”
- J. K. Rowling

“Let go of certainty. The opposite isn’t uncertainty. It’s openness, curiosity and a willingness to embrace paradox, rather than choose up sides. The ultimate challenge is to accept ourselves exactly as we are, but never stop trying to learn and grow.”
- Tony Schwartz

“Some people believe holding on and hanging in there are signs of great strength. However, there are times when it takes much more strength to know when to let go and then do it.”
- Ann Lander

"Letting go is like taking out the trash. We all need to do it eventually. The longer things linger that should have been let go, the more they smell like dead fish."
- Ray Barr

“You can only lose what you cling to.”
- Buddha

“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go... and the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”
- Stephen King

"What's the greater risk? Letting go of what people think - or letting go of how I feel, what I believe, and who I am?"
- Brene Brown

"Creativity can be described as letting go of certainties."
- Gail Sheehy

"Holding on is believing that there’s a past; letting go is knowing that there’s a future."
- Daphne Rose Kingma

"I realize there’s something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they’re experts at letting things go."
- Jeffrey McDaniel

"There’s an important difference between giving up and letting go."
- Jessica Hatchigan

"When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be. When I let go of what I have, I receive what I need."
- Lao Tzu
Fixing Kahlil Gibran (a work in progress)
Posted:Jun 9, 2018 7:58 pm
Last Updated:Jun 20, 2018 9:33 pm

Preface: I shared this poem with a dear friend. I'd always found it moving, even having had it read at my wedding ceremony. It spoke to me (then) of a mature love, giving room for a partner to explore and discover themselves without the smothering, controlling and enmeshment of a codependent relationship.
My dear friend, however, read it differently. She pointed out that nearly every image within the original poem spoke not of the union of a selfless and sacrificial love, but of differentiating and the disjunction of one spouse from the other. She loved the imagery, but the presumptive intent of the poem did not resonate with her.
Being that I am a man who can re-examine his convictions, and change his convictions (even deeply held convictions) when he realizes he's misjudged a situation, I'm taking back my praise of Kahlil Gibran's On Marriage from The Prophet.
So this post is dedicated to my dear friend, in gratitude for helping me see my own convictions and interpretation of this poem in context. I've always known what I've sought most in a relationship, especially with a spouse or life partner. So I'm going to rewrite Gibran's On Marriage as I wish I were, and as I want it to be..

My Re-Written Poem:

On Marriage
Your souls were born together, and together you shall be forever more.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your
Yes, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But grant your Beloved room to grow and breathe,
And let the winds of heaven dance between you.

Love one another, and build a bond of love between you but let it not be as a chain.
Let it rather be like the eternal tide beating upon the rocky shores of your souls, wearing away the barren hardness to warm, soft sand.

Fill each other’s cup and be poured out to fill your Beloved’s cup if it should run dry.
Break bread with your spouse daily, giving freely of your own loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous but resonate even as strings of a lute, voicing different notes to make beautiful harmony within the same music.

Give your hearts to one another without reservation, and hold gently your Beloved’s heart with reverence and thanksgiving.

Stand together, yet not on each other’s toes.
For the pillars of the temple stand apart, yet each share in bearing the same load.
And though the oak and the Cypress grow not in each other’s shadows, within them nest the same songbirds.

- Ray

Kahlil Gibran's original poem:

On Marriage
You were born together, and together you shall be forever more.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your
Yes, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness.
And let the winds of heaven dance between you.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous, but each one of you be
alone--even as the strings of a lute are alone though the quiver
with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not in each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the Cyprus grow not in each other's shadows

- Kahlil Gibran
The Heart has its Reasons
Posted:Jun 6, 2018 8:44 pm
Last Updated:Jun 20, 2018 9:44 pm

"The heart has its reasons, of which reason knows nothing."
Le cœur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point.
- Blaise Pascal

The Heart has its Reasons

The heart envisions beauty that the eye cannot perceive.
The heart hears a song that the ear cannot discern.
The heart knows a softness that hands cannot feel.
The heart tastes a sweetness no tongue shall ever know.
The heart smells the bouquet of love where no flowers bloom.

So it is that I long for thee, my love.
You are the book I have not read, the masterwork painting of some brilliant artist whose works I've never seen. Yet my soul sees the fullness of each line of prose or stroke of paint, and yearns to find its completeness with yours.
You are the magnum opus of the greatest composer that no orchestra ever shall perform. Yet nightly your chorus thunders in the great concert hall of my dreams.
You are the gentle caress of warmth and tenderness, with the strength of fiery passion and deep conviction. Yet my hands will never touch that which makes you truly real.
You are the wine upon which I find inebriated bliss and lightness of being. Yet the sweetness of you lingers not on my tongue but on my soul's inmost longings.
You are the fragrance of a forest full of wildflowers emerging in full bloom after a spring shower. Yet no bouquet shall ever smell as sweet to my nose as your inner beauty does to my heart's imagination.

If ever our paths cross, I hope that my soul recognizes yours. I hope that yours sees its equal and its complement in mine. Otherwise, you shall exist only in my soul's hopes and visit only in the deep slumber of my dreams.

- Red Wiessundblau
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Theories of Relativity
Posted:Jun 4, 2018 9:03 pm
Last Updated:Jun 20, 2018 9:53 pm

This post is inspired by a friend who told me that of a quirk of her co-workers. Professionally, they see all manner of human pain and suffering, grief and loss. When they come to her office to vent about their work day, it’s usually about mundane things. (e.g., the wind folded my umbrella coming in from the parking garage and now my slacks are soaked; my dog ate one of my favorite socks; etc.)
She referred to this as “relativity.” That which is a terrible problem to one man is not a big deal to another, and vice versa. So I began thinking about my favorite “relativity” quotes. Here are my favorites.

On Fairness
Life is not fair but not always to your disadvantage. – John F. Kennedy

“The world isn't fair, Calvin."
"I know Dad, but why isn't it ever unfair in my favor?”
― Bill Watterson, The Essential Calvin and Hobbes

On Status and Power
To the caliph I may be dirt but to dirt, I am the caliph. – Kismet (1944)

The lowly have small ambitions, and are satisfied with small indulgences. They need not get fair treatment. They need only think that they do. ― Joe Abercrombie, Last Argument of Kings

Regarding Others
Persons appear to us according to the light we throw upon them from our own minds. – Laura Ingalls Wilder

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. – Unknown

Beauty's where you find it. - Madonna

On Wealth
Too many people spend money they earned, to buy things they don't want, to impress people that they don't like. – Will Rogers

A wise person should have money in their head, but not in their heart. – Jonathan Swift

Wealth consists not in having great possessions, but in having few wants. – Epictetus
I love money. I love everything about it. I bought some pretty good stuff. Got me a $300 pair of socks. Got a fur sink. An electric dog polisher. A gasoline powered turtleneck sweater. And, of course, I bought some dumb stuff, too. – Steve Martin

money can’t buy happiness, but it can make you awfully comfortable while you’re being miserable. – Clare Booth Luce

On Happiness
It’s not having what you want, it’s wanting what you’ve got. – Cheryl Crow

If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands! – Origin unknown but probably an adaptation of a Latvian folk song

Clap along if you know what happiness is to you! – Pharrell Williams

On Love
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. – Lao Tzu

Work like you don’t need the money. Love like you’ve never been hurt. Dance like nobody’s watching. – Satchel Paige

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. – William Shakespeare

I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else. – John Keats
A New Leaf (an original collection of angst and haiku)
Posted:May 27, 2018 1:52 am
Last Updated:Jun 20, 2018 9:06 pm

A long chapter ends.
New hope awaits the turn of
My story's blank page.

One door loudly slams.
Not an end, an invitation
To choose a new path.

The ghosts that haunt most
Are not spectres of the past
But a future now lost.

To begin anew
Plow under the dead harvest
And plant fresh new seeds.

No road is travelled
That none have travelled before.
None truly walk alone.

In my dreams I know
What my waking pain obscures;
Peace will come again.
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The Hottest Erogenous Zone
Posted:May 21, 2018 5:35 pm
Last Updated:Jun 20, 2018 8:59 pm

If you want to excite me, show me the sensuality in your words. It will arouse me more than the wet spot in your panties.

If you want to turn my head, try a clever turn of phrase. It will grab more focus more than twisting your hair around your finger.

If you want me to imagine your bare soft skin against my soft linen sheets, bare your soul just a little. It will ensnare me more than all the bare naked photos in your profile.

If you want me to imagine your lips kissing mine, whisper softly into my ear. It will entice me more than a selfie of you blowing me a kiss.

If you want me to crave you, just get inside my head for even just a moment.

To me, the brain is the hottest erogenous zone. Kiss my mind, and everything else will follow.
Why I Love Morning Sex!
Posted:Jan 9, 2017 12:33 am
Last Updated:Jun 20, 2018 7:30 pm

I love morning sex. Here's my top five list of why morning sex is the best.

(1) If we're having sex in the morning, we spent the night together. No, I'm not clingy. I do love to snuggle though. Unless you were just too drunk to go home from the night before, sleeping over requires a certain level of intimacy and familiarity. Since I don't get that drunk, morning sex means I spent the night by your side and woke up next to you in the morning. (And couldn't keep my hands off you when I did!)

(2) Morning sex is spontaneous. Morning sex usually begins when one partner awakes, still aroused with thoughts of the previous night's passion. You just can help but touch your partner, a gentle caress, lick or nibble... next thing you know you're twisting the sheets yet again.

(3) Waking up your lover is sexy, especially that way. If you're comfortable enough in your own skin to lie naked by my side all night, you're not going to mind me kissing and caressing your gorgeous soft skin. You'll moan slightly, a gentle "Oh, can't I sleep a little longer" moan. Then you'll realize I'm aroused and seeking to arouse you too. What better way to wake up?

(4) There's not as much pressure. Let's face it, morning sex is a bonus. It's not the culmination of an evening date. It's not "first impression" sex. Aside from getting caught up in the moment and being VERY late for work, there's really nothing to make it a tense/uptight moment. I rarely schedule an early appointment for work. If I have the opportunity for morning sex, I plan to relax and enjoy it. (And call in late once the afterglow fades.)

(5) We're both well-rested and full of energy. Whether you like an energetic romp or tender and gentle love-making, the morning is perfect. You're well-rested from the night before (unless we spent the night doing it, over and over.) It's not difficult to imagine tender and slow morning love-making turning into an outright romp, or staying soft and gentle in the early morning quiet. Either way, it's SOOOO much better when you're not tired.
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High Heels
Posted:Jan 7, 2017 9:56 pm
Last Updated:Jun 20, 2018 7:19 pm
Your note on the hotel room door said not to knock, but come on inside. I slid the key through the card reader and turned the handle as the light turned green.

"Come on inside. I am waiting," I heard you say from the bedroom. As I walked through the darkened sitting area of the suite, I could see the flicker of candlelight from the bedroom.

As I rounded the corner, the sight I beheld surprised me. The comforter was neatly turned down to the bottom of the bed, revealing soft white linen sheets. There you were, lying back with your head on the pillows. A red scarf tied around your neck, your hair spilling back on the soft white pillow. Other than the red scarf, you were totally naked - except for your high, spike-heeled, red stilletos - which you displayed by crossing your legs at the ankle and pointing your legs upward at the ceiling.

Your pose and the spikes of your shoes gave your sexy legs an even longer appearance. The moment I saw you, the look on my face betrayed my instantaneous lust. You watched as I surveyed every inch of your legs, beginning with your painted toenails through the open toes of your shoes, and following every smooth curve of your sexy legs. Your calves, toned and firm from walking in your favorite high heeled shoes. The lovely curves of the back of your legs at the knees. Your delicious thighs that feel OHHHH so wonderful wrapped around me. My eyes followed all the way down to the sweet pink lips of your cleanly shaven pussy, just peeking out between the tops of your thighs.

The sight aroused me, and you could plainly see the bulge in my pants. With a giggle, you began to tease me, rubbing your legs together, slowly and sensually. The shifting made your lovely lower pink lips glide against each other, and I could see them glistening with wetness in the candles' light.

I kneel, still dressed, on the foot of the bed. Fully you rest your heels against my shoulders, the tips of your stillettos brushing my earlobes as I kiss the inside of your calves.

"Bare skin," you say. "I want to feel your bare skin against my legs."

With your feet still on my shoulders, I continue kissing your legs as I unbutton my shirt. When the last button is free, I feel you shifting your legs. You press the heels of your shoes into the firm muscles just below my collarbone. Just as I expect it to begin to hurt, you release the pressure and glide your heels up under the collar of my open white shirt, and lift and push it back off my shoulders. With a quick shrug, it drops to the floor behind me.

I grin. You are good. I love this. I pull your legs against the bare skin of my chest and watch as your breasts rise and swell with your excitement. I feel the rising heat in your legs, the flushing sign of your growing arousal. Mine is growing too.

I return my attention to your feet. I begin kissing your insteps around the sole of your shoes. For a moment, I begin unbuckling your shoes with my teeth. "Stop that," you say. "I want those on when you fuck me."

I trace my fingertips down your legs, feeling the smooth skin and every sensual curve. When my hands reach your hips, I grab you tightly and pull your bare ass back against my thighs. Through the wool of my suit pants, you can feel my hard cock just begging for you.

You moan. With my eyes fixed on yours, I reach down and begin unbuckling my pants. With each movement of my fingers, the back of my hands brush lightly against your eagerly waiting pink flower. I can feel the warm wetness of your arousal. The tip of my leather belt teasingly brushes against your pussy as you moan again.

I reach down and push the pants and my boxers to my knees, then begin to crawl out of my pants toward you. The excitement is more than either of us can stand, and you begin to grind back toward me eagerly, using your heels on my shoulders as leverage.

You rub against me, the tip of my hard cock just caressing the velvety, wet, pink folds that await. Finally, you can bear no more and you rock back forcefully as I slide inside you.

You moan with excitement as I lift you up slightly and my knees and thighs slide beneath you. Now fully inside you, I can feel every inch of me being completely taken in, covered in the heat and wetness of your arousal.

Your heels dig into my shoulders as you spur me on. With each thrust, I can feel your excitement building, muscles trembling around my hard cock, wanting to feel me explode inside you.

As we continue to grind against one another, I can feel your body building to climax, hear each of your breaths growing shorter and sharper, faster, and interspersed with moans and gasps of pleasure.

The harder I thrust the deeper you dig your heels into me. The thrill is unmistakable. I am so turned on by you, and you can feel my cock swollen with pleasure, waiting for you to join me in mutual orgasmic release.

As the room begins to overheat, my sweat begins to trickle down my chest and the back of your legs. You can feel it, inch by inch, hot drops of my physical labor, trailing down your legs, as one thrust at a time we push on toward ecstacy.

Then it happens. You feel the first drops of my sweat reach your hot, wet pussy. I feel it too. You began to call out my name. I can feel your quivering lips now throbbing, the walls of your pussy contracting hard against my throbbing cock. The sensation of your orgasm pushes me over the edge and I explode into you.

You throw your head back onto the pillow, now screaming my name mixed with "Yes, Oh yes." and "Fuck me, please. Harder" and various other dirty phrases and invocations of a divine nature.

After several minutes of excruciatingly pleasurable orgasm, we both collapse to the bed. once tangled mess of sweaty limbs, hot throbbing muscles, orgasmic juices and spent passion.

You and those damned shoes, I think to myself. You and those damned shoes.
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For my Friend and (hopefully) Someday Lover
Posted:Jan 7, 2017 9:50 pm
Last Updated:Jun 20, 2018 12:23 am

Blindfold me if you like. It won't diminish my enjoyment of you.

I can still smell the clean scent of your hair as it tumbles down on my bare chest when you straddle me.

I will notice the sweet fragrance of your body wash which still lingers on your smooth skin as I kiss your neck and shoulders.

Your soft red lips still will feel amazing when we kiss, and when I nibble on your lower lip.

My hands will still caress your soft skin, pulling your naked body against mine. I still will feel the electric chemistry, the tiny static sparks of passion as my hands glide over your arms, or cradle your head to pull your mouth toward mine.

I will still hear your breathy and excited voice, hear the trembling I cannot see on your lips, hear each excited sigh, gasp, and murmur you make as we explore each other's bodies.

I will know I have found your nipple (or your clitoris) when I feel it rise and swell between my lips.

The saltiness on your skin will tell me when the excitement of our passion has aroused you to the point you are sweating each anxious moment until I enter you.

The hot wetness between your thighs will guide my hands, and ultimately my hard cock, and your wetness makes you so inviting that when the time is right, I slip smoothly inside you.

The scratching and passionate tearing of your nails against my back will tell me when I am fully inside you, when our bodies and our souls have united as one. The feel of your legs wrapping around me are all the confirmation I need of your desire to have me, and for that shared moment of time, to fully possess me.

Each kiss you plant on my neck and each nibble on my earlobe will me know I am pleasing you. And when our lovemaking reaches a climatic crescendo, the joy in your voice as you call out my name is all I need to be sure our orgasm was shared.

If I were to taste you now, to sip from your sweet pink lips that so recently held my hard cock, I would still taste the shared juices of our passionate wine of lovemaking.

I could taste the hot, wet, tart sweetness of your arousal. I could taste the salty, tangy, seeds of my orgasm.

I would taste the joyous overtones of our shared lovemaking, the magical chemistry our bodies make when we cum together.

If I kissed you on the mouth, you would taste it too, the unmistakable flavor that is You and Me.

The only thing I would miss is the look of passion, our shared desire and respect for one another that only can be seen looking fully into your big, gorgeous, green eyes as we kiss, make love, and share a full and satisfying mutual orgasm.

That is what I would miss, my sweet friend and lover.
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