Random notes on a short leash
My brothers,
I have been greatly entertained (Hollywood), saddened (Tigg), and encouraged (all the newbies) by what has been written in the journal these past few months. It seems as if the club has never been healthier, despite the loss of some of its most senior and knowledgeable members.
Nothing is constant but change, I guess.
With that in mind, I wanted to check in and check off a number of boxes on my list.
First of all, thank you to all who chimed in regarding the situation with my sweet little baby who was the target of malicious internet postings on a site that is dedicated to the public humiliation and degradation of unsuspecting people who may or may not have made poor life choices. So many biblical lessons come to mind, the foremost of which is the one about "he who is without sin should cast the first stone." Not to get all preachy, but it is the definition of hypocrisy for those who create these postings to delight in another's suffering. Enough. My friends who are trying to help, I really appreciate it. We shall see what happens.
Secondly, while I have, in truth, been on a short leash, it was not so short as to prevent me from seeing my re-united ATF for brunch last Friday, preceded by the most intense, athletic and ... what ?, crazed-to-get-me-inside-her fuck I have ever had. We didn't make it past the foyer in her apartment, and I'm not even sure the door was shut. She had just cut her hair short and dyed it red, so for those of you who keep track of my weaknesses, (and I hope that's none of you, otherwise that would be creepy), I was merely a plaything in her hands. So far, one car date, and one rug date, and no sugar beyond drinks and meals. Life is good on parole.
In Sad News, by ATF#2 may not be coming home for Christmas from her job in NYC, at least as she tells me. While we text several times a week, and it's all love and kisses, I fear she may be moving on, and I am steeling my resolve to do the same. While it will be hard, and I"m certain with a short blow on her whistle she would have me at her side in an instant, I fear that "onward" is the best course for me. I will never forget her perfect, perfect body.
In Yoga News, my hot teacher baby has not been spotted, at least by me, in the past month or so, and I am beginning to wonder if she is still teaching there. Of course I could inquire, but I fear that would tip my hand. I could also book a private lesson through her website, but again, that might alert NORAD that an unauthorized flight plan was being filed, thereby disrupting detente at HQ just before the holidays. I had enough of Christmas Hostilities growing up to knowingly inflict them upon myself. In an odd but extremely enticing turn of events, both my ATF and my Maligned Baby have expressed a strong desire to take bikram classes with me. Of course I told them both yes, since the thought of seeing them each covered in sweat, skimpy clothes clinging to them like paint, is something that I can't pass up. I don't know how many more years I have in the Bowl, and I need to lock in some memories for when I am drooling in a rocker on the front porch of the Old Folks Home. Hopefully Scottie will be paying attention as well, so he can back me up if memory should fail.
Lastly, I know I am the only one who finds these funny, but I really do, so here are the last for 2013 of the craziest contact names from whom I have received emails. Haters, keep it to yourselves.
Hpokiv Scokyvy - what?
Sa Diq - I'm assuming her last name is pronounced like "dick", in which case it could be a good thing for me, or not, depending on what "Sa" means.
Desiree Goggins - this name is so totally the emodiment of The Hot Librarian that I may just respond. Add that to the fact that her subject line was "Don't rape my mind, just fuck me", and I'm kind of over the moon LOL.
Sheba bitethee - Bite thee? No thanks! Bite thyself, I pray.
Okay Pmilysa - I like the "okay" part, but what exactly am I getting into with "pmilysa"? I usually need to be home by 5:30, so it better not involve ropes.
Finally, my brothers, I want to say how much I enjoy our little club, and while I realize I don't have much worth posting these days, I trust that my previous contributions permit me a spot at the table, and hope I will have exploits and wisdom to relate in the coming year.
Don't forget to write,
Scott.