Saturday, September 30, 2017
Friday, September 29, 2017
Thursday, September 28, 2017
Wednesday, September 27, 2017
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
=FAQ=
Oh when am I going to finally post a fucking picture of some haggard, beat-down-looking trannyfag deep-throating some guy's gigantic black cock in the seediest motel room in the world? Where is the obligatory photo of a gaping, rubbery, enflamed asshole leaking watery cum like someone hacked a loogie at its poorly-waxed opening?
That's probably what you're wondering.
Well, the answer is never.
This is not that kind of sissy blog.
In fact, as it progresses, it's hardy a "sissy blog" at all anymore.
Instead, it's a blog composed by someone who, among other things, happens to be a transgendered sissy.
Oh when am I going to finally post a fucking picture of some haggard, beat-down-looking trannyfag deep-throating some guy's gigantic black cock in the seediest motel room in the world? Where is the obligatory photo of a gaping, rubbery, enflamed asshole leaking watery cum like someone hacked a loogie at its poorly-waxed opening?
That's probably what you're wondering.
Well, the answer is never.
This is not that kind of sissy blog.
In fact, as it progresses, it's hardy a "sissy blog" at all anymore.
Instead, it's a blog composed by someone who, among other things, happens to be a transgendered sissy.
Monday, September 25, 2017
It seems Daddy still had a lot of pent-up energy leftover.
He smoked some weed on the deck in his underwear, as he’s wont to do, and then walked
passed me into the bedroom. From the bed, he called out to me a short time
later. He told me to come to bed and to do it "sharply, as the English
say." Then he started laughing, amused at his own affected Britishism. I put aside my book, fed the cat her
handful of overnight kibble, and soon found myself on the business end of a
hard cock. After licking Daddy’s balls, putting his cock in my mouth, and
sucking him off to completion, I lay facedown on the bed beside him and he reached
down and with one hand which, he noted, spans not only my entire ass but almost
the width of my back from shoulder to shoulder, he gave me a wonderful massage
and ass-groping. I could have drifted off to sleep except he got himself worked
up again! He told me to get back down there between his legs and put his cock
back in my mouth. He had another load waiting for me. There was no use
protesting. Not that I ever do. Sissygirls don’t protest. That’s why guys like
Daddy prefer them. I scooched down between his legs again and started sucking
his cock all over again. He came relatively quickly for a second effort in such
a short amount of time. In fact,
this load jetted out with even greater force than the first! Finally, at last
relaxed, he petted me and told me that I was a good girl and I slowly drifted
off to sleep.
Amazon informed me that there was a problem with one of the images I used for one of my porn books. (Some stock-looking relatively unremarkable photo of a woman's ass in panties. The panties were pretty hot-looking though, they had a zipper on the ass. Note to self: I should get myself a pair of panties like that. I picture a guy pulling down the zipper at the back of these panties and fucking me in the ass. Who doesn't picture that? Yum! ). Apparently someone claimed he held a copyright for it. No proof was provided and I certainly didn't see any copyright on the image when I used it or I never would have used it. Anyway, I sure wasn't going to fight the issue. I couldn't care less, ultimately. Instead I did what I should have done in the first place and what I usually always do: block out the world entirely and go into extreme DIY mode. Whatever's the matter with me—Aspergers/mild autism, who knows?—one thing I've always understood. No others=no problems. So I replaced the images on all these books with pictures of me taken by me. All in all, I actually like them better this way. They have a kind of grungy, low-tech, "dirty" look. Gosh. How simple & pleasant everything can be when you shut the world out entirely!!!
Saturday, September 23, 2017
I really don't like writers very much. They're too verbal. I prefer nonverbal people. I'd rather be with an inarticulate painter or musician or even a chess player. I'd rather be with anyone inarticulate. I used to number myself among the writers. I've written thousands of pages. I made a living writing. I thought I was communicating. I was just confusing myself and everyone else. I really can't bear listening to people who think they're communicating anything important: their thoughts, their feelings, whatever it is. They're just making everything worse. Even now, I'm writing. It's horrible. I really wish I'd just knock it off. I keep promising myself I will. But these words are just as empty as all the others that come out of me.
Thursday, September 21, 2017
Thalassemia
Let’s never think about it
or cross that river
when we run from it
just because it’s a good place to hide
in the mist drifting sideways.
For years now, we’ve evacuated
for all we were worth.
It’s like we’ve been struggling
outside the frame of our own picture.
It’s exhausting to say the least
& a fat lot of good it’s done us.
A crow in the street
has had more to say about it all
than we ever did.
Still, it’s no cross to bear;
the underside of all things
held us fast, thank god, like bombs on a mission.
We were clowns then, but the championship
Was within our grasp.
Sometimes they do come back
like pandas, she promised,
the bamboo so sweet & green.
Hello, again.
Hello, again.
It’s so quiet tonight;
you don’t even realize you’re been waiting
all these years to hear them say it.
all these years to hear them say it.
Wednesday, September 20, 2017
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Monday, September 18, 2017
The new issue of Angry Old Man Magazine
https://angryoldmanmagazine.com/300-2/
has some of my poetry in it.
https://angryoldmanmagazine.com/300-2/
has some of my poetry in it.
Sunday, September 17, 2017
Saturday, September 16, 2017
Friday, September 15, 2017
Thursday, September 14, 2017
Wednesday, September 13, 2017
Tuesday, September 12, 2017
A Few Times in the Recent Past
Same time as yesterday
the handtrucks
carry it away. We were masked
in anticipation of the rain.
We’d already renamed all the months of the year
starting with Reptile.
Our records
were sealed.
The gang had gotten lost
amongst all that dubious new construction
out back in the cornfield;
we didn’t hear from them for a week,
maybe more.
We were drawing giraffes
on sheets of graph paper
when the helicopters arrived.
We’d shed our horns by then;
We’d shed our horns by then;
it wasn’t like we needed them
to tell us that!
Talk about irony
is outlawed around here now.
“It’s a pity,” she said, “and the roses
were just coming into bloom.”
They don’t post the speed limit
for just that reason.
for just that reason.
Sunday, September 10, 2017
The Nasty Hedonist Clears His Throat
Really, I’m only watching this
with half an eyeball. He quickly covered up
the last of the trapdoors
and said goodnite. You look so cute
in your profile picture, too,
but then, who are you?
Questions are for someone else.
So how come we can never
see her face?
It’s so boring to be constantly degraded.
Dramamine in the trophy room,
it was necessary
to keep from falling prey to the gaze
of all those glass-eyed heads.
You have to admire the effort
all considered. We didn’t know the cat’s name
so we contented ourselves
with offerings of melted cheese.
Well, that last line was a mistake
but she wasn’t good with make-up
and wished to learn. Mistakes
are stepping stones
to slipping overboard.
Then what?
Don’t ask.
Every girl should be that way,
George said.
That was ages ago.
Before the end of the story
became obvious, let’s say,
as a frayed knot
and we were doused in cartoon.
Meanwhile, the wildfires were still burning
as if anyone had to ask.
Yet they did.
Saturday, September 9, 2017
Friday, September 8, 2017
Thursday, September 7, 2017
Wednesday, September 6, 2017
Monday, September 4, 2017
Saturday, September 2, 2017
Friday, September 1, 2017
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