Outgunned

So I thought about making some sort of good bye, fuck off post, but really, what is the point of that. You know I am upset with you, I dont need to dwell on it.

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So there, who was that about? Will that be the topic of discussion for the next time you get together with Salma? I bet it will.
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So who are the women that I would legitimately date from my friends pool. I can honestly think of only two, Ashely Judd and Charlize Theron. Both are dating close lifelong friends, and I anticiapte no one actually breaking up. Plus I want to focus on my actual health, my commitment to being a vegetarian. My commitment to the gym.

I am not about taking the occasional make out or blow job from time to time, but honestly the last time that happened was a day I shoveled snow. So really that is not going to happen.

I am also excited about going to Tennessee to see the might Scott Holt band perform.
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This is my last post in this blog. A blog I started before my fathers suicide. A blog that I actually put a bunch of my loose poetry in for housing. So that is what I am losing. What I am gaining is a larger community. A new version of my writing. A new way to communicate my voice.

I am leaving here, because someone local to my area found my blog...she was given it so many years ago by a local journalist when that person and I were talking often. This local person has used my blog for a tool of discussion. I find that inappropriate to be talked about...and not TO. If she has wanted to talk to me about the things I had written, man that would have been just fine. But instead I had to hear about it from one of my best friends. Someone I trust with my life.

I feel resentful of this person sort of forcing my hand. One day I made a post, and less than 45 minutes later someone asked me a question. And I can do the backwards tracking of how this person found out. So that was sort of the last straw.
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My best sexual experience ever was a girl named Kim. It was in college, so it was cheating. Get over it. Kim came to my apartment one night, and she asked for booze. I ran to the store and got some for her, as I was 21 and she was not. Later that evening, she showed up again, this time in a nighty, and all boozed up. It was spring break. She was sexually aggressive, and really unwilling to accept that I was not going to give it up. She was great with the cock. She whispered in my ear. She did everything the right way. We only did it two times that night, and I never got in trouble for it. And honestly I never felt any guilt.

The other one was the girl shelby who said, "Oh my!" when she took my underwear off. Then proceeded to tell me I had a nice cock. Aside from hanging out on a tour bus or back stage at Buddy Guy's; there have been few things that fed my ego so much.

I really do like the dirty talk. Not like the nasty stuff, but I like the feedback, and the caught breath of a good penetration.

Good bye Wausau.