Category: Things that make you say hmmm?

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I seriously need to get off

Yeah It’s been a while.

Need to take some time, get naked, and fucking play with myself for at least a few hours.

Just thinking about it, is making my cock drip. It’s been way too long!

You know it’s the weirdest thing. I’m off work and working harder than ever. I’ve been so busy catching up on stuff that I’ve needed to get done that I haven’t taken time for myself.

I’m thinking today I’ll down shift. Slow down and enjoy my body.  I might be less of a prick and less wound up.

It’s funny how we get so caught up in our projects, working out, and generally busy that we forget the basics.

As a young man, I thought sex would always be the the front of my mind. Now in middle age I still think about sex and react when I see someone that’s physically attractive. But there are times when I’m so busy and focused and I’ll realize a whole day has got by me, I’m horny as hell but tired too.

I like to take a good long time and enjoy working up a nice load of cum. I’m working for it and I want to really enjoy squirting.

So if I’m doing myself, I don’t want to start out tired or feel like I’m on some kind of timetable. Then it’s all just stroke, & cum. Don’t get me wrong that’s a great combination sometimes and it can take the edge off but I usually want bit more, sometimes a LOT more.

Unfortunately, that means that somewhere somehow I’ll need to carve a chunk of time out of my day for me and that’s often easier said than done.

I’ve been thinking about a long brutal massage with a fucking great happy ending. (Yes, I had someone in mind who doesn’t mind me relaxing afterward) But I don’t want to spend the cash especially since

I’m looking at expensive car repairs.

I had a buddy that I’d Skype with. We’d be talking about general shit in our lives, we were both naked and stroking watching each other. In a strange way sharing the experience wasn’t like having sex with each other, it was something else. The words that come to mind are; Fun, calming, honest, bonding, satisfying. I have no idea why it felt that way but am more than willing to accept that it just was…

Well my schedule is clear for a few hours,  I think I’ll silence the phone, and have some fun….

Plan some stroke time for your selves guys. I’m right there with ya.

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I see things like this and wonder

Was reading my morning news, yeah I know bad idea… and this headline leapt out at me.

Green Lantern’ is opening. Does it appeal only to white American males?

I thought to myself DOES IT MATTER?

Why did the writer of this article think it important to ask this question?

There are a number of movies that I personally have no interest in seeing.

Were I to ask the same question about  The Lottery Ticket for example with a headline like;

Lottery Ticket opens today, Does it appeal only to Black American Males?

I’d be crucified as a racist, so why doesn’t the blade of racism in America cut BOTH ways?

According to Wikipedia the first Green Lantern appeared in 1940.

Green Lantern is a reflection of the time in which it was created.

The story Line I’m most familiar with starts in 1959 with Hal Jordan who is a fighter test pilot. Since the 1959 story line involves a fighter test pilot, and the first African American test pilot (Ed Dwight) wasn’t appointed until 1961. It’ makes all the sense in the world that Hal Jordan would be white.

It is worth noting that later in the Green Lantern story arc as early as 1971, an African American (John Stewart) is chosen by the Green Lantern Corps. Again this is a reflection of the changing attitudes in the society. The John Stewart Green Lantern is an Architect, was a Marine, and is all about Justice and doing the right thing regardless of the consequences. He’s a strong character that everyone can understand and identify with.

There was always considerable diversity in the Green Lantern story. When you consider that  The Green Lantern Corps, is coalition of aliens from many worlds all of whom are given great power and responsibility based on the judgement of the Lantern rings.

I’ve noticed chatter in the ‘net where people are complaining that Hal Jordan, not  John Stewart is the Green Lantern in the current movie.

Since I haven’t yet seen the movie, I don’t know how relevant the internet chatter is.

If the movie is about the origins of the Green Lantern on Earth then the Hal Jordan story arc makes sense. If the movie is about the Green Lantern in general then it could have gone either way.

What I find disturbing is that people are bitching about the color of the Green Lanterns skin.

If anything, the development of the Green Lanterns story over the past 50 years shows that Green is the color of justice and the color of the persons skin is incidental  to the Character and Strength of the person wielding the ring.

It’s ashamed that life is not imitating art in this case.

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Sharing with my Brother

I sent my brother the link to this blog. For better or worse, now he’ll have the opportunity to read some of my thoughts and get to know me in a very different way.

Ive been considering just how comfortable I felt about my family seeing me as I sort out my thoughts and express myself.

My hesitation was in sharing some elements of myself. Then I realized that I’m sharing myself via this blog with potentially the whole fucking world so what’s the difference?

Well… the difference is that via the blog, I have a measure of anonymity.

My brother knows me, he’s eaten at my house, I’ve spent time at his place (not nearly enough). He is potentially going to be able to read details of my most intimate behaviors.

That’s where it gets personal and scary, I was worried about one of the most important people in my life thinking less of me.

In all fairness to him, he’s fucking cool. I don’t think he’s  going to have a problem seeing me as I am.

But Hell! We were raised in different households, we’ve never even changed clothes in the same room together. I know more details of the bodies of guys at the gym than I do my own brother.

As we grew to adulthood we spent very little time together, and as men even less. We’re like intimate strangers, we know a lot about our family, we have connections.  Yet  there’s a distance, I love him dearly but sometimes don’t think we KNOW each other.

So I’m going to be myself regardless of my brother reading this. I’m going to talk about the stuff that goes through my head and not worry about it. My Brother deserves to know anything and everything about me.

I think my biggest fear is summed up in this question.

If we weren’t family, would we like each other and still be friends?

I’d like to think the answer is yes.