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I didn't expect to hang around long enough to feel impelled to blog again, but here goes. A short one only.

I guess spending any amount of time in here is tantamount to having a family....a wildly diverse and un-nuclear version of it, at least.

So, it isn't surprising to feel saddened when the realization that some of that family are no longer around. I took a little time to dig back through the "forum" postings. What I found gave me a smile and a chuckle or two but mostly it reminded me of friends and posters that were no more.

And people think this place is just about sex..sigh. To all of you who will never read this...I miss you and hope you are doing fine. To those who are still here..forgive my wayward ways and know that I consider you all a part of my world...a truly humbling thing for me to be in the presence of so many beautiful and human people.

Peace and Love and Love and Love and.... Doug

If "pearls of wisdom" refers to the written or spoken word, could what I do here be construed as "the pearl necklace of wisdom"? Have I just been jerking off the whole time?

Self-importance is such a fickle mistress....

Peace and Love and Introspection, Doug

I was thinking the other day that clothing is downright confusing. What exactly is it's purpose? Ok, it's winter and our evolution has taken away our external hair leaving us defenceless to chapping and impromptu shrinkage. Yes, that downy coat makes plenty of sense but what about when it's 90 degrees outside? Am I to believe that the development of sweat glands in the human species was directly and purposefully tied into wearing clothes? Bah Humbug.

Do you know what I think clothes are.....they are the outward badge of our shame. Our bodies are verbotten, forbidden, dirty, the devils playgrounds and thousands of other descriptive adjectives specifically coined to help us come to the realization that being social creatures means trying to hide the most of ourselves as possible to fit in. They talk about diversity...it's a good thing, isn't it? Then why do we take the physical bodies that we are born in and try to undiversify them by dressing like everyone else?

Do you want to stop war? Everyone get naked! Personally, I don't want to accidentally sit on a sharp bayonet. War would be impractical.

Do you want to stop sexual violence? If the body became as common as white sliced bread, it would no longer be the hotly desired, taboo come-on that it is now. It would all be out there...nothing to see here folks..I got one you got one.

Do you want to stop hatred? First of all, it's hard for a group of men to be jumping around in a rage when everyone's laughing at a bunch of tallywhackers bouncing to the beat. Women...well, breast bounce too. Wouldn't it be damned hard to put enough effort into hate when you're just having a good time being idiots?

I'm telling you...I think I'm onto something and maybe sites like this will eventually help people get their heads out of their asses and straighten up.

Peace and Love and Naked Politics.....Doug

Just looked back at my blogline and realized how "rated G" its gotten. I scratch my head at my forgetfullness of what this site entails. Sex, Perversions, Kinks and Winks.

So, to look at me, you wouldn't guess the twisted paths my sexuality has taken. My belief that sex is good, no matter what form it comes in, as long as both parties or all parties enjoy themselves has been a rock solid part of me for a very long time. Read into that what you want and I bet I'd still surprise you. Still waters, ya know, wink.

I've fallen in lust at the sight of a womans perfect ankle yet i'm not obcessive about feet. I think stockings, especially stockings with seams make a ladies legs a smooth, silky sensory pleasure. The curves of a derriere clad in tight faded jeans or lacy panties is a showstopper. Breasts pushed together form the perfect cleavage to press my face into. The salty warmth under each mound kissable and a joy to explore. The back of the neck and under the ear to be nibbled with playful bites and kisses. The lips, wet, shiny, soft, waiting to steal hours from my life and leave me disoriented and dizzy with lust. The poetic part of sex.

Nipples hardened with lust. Breasts crushed against your chest. Breath in ragged rhythm at each thrust. A mons, full and round and reddened with the friction of love making. The feel of a clitoris clasped gently between your teeth as you strum it with your tongue. Black vinyl bustiers, fuck me heels, fishnet stockings, fingers probing, liquid sounds, tang of shared fluids. Not so poetic but wonderful as well.

I don't think I've had any fantasies about celebraties other than Porn Queen, Vanessa Del Rio. Damn, she made me a masturbating wreck when I was younger. I like my fantasies like I like my partners..real, human, accessable and thoroughly common in a salt of the earth kind of way. Do I fantasize about you....ummm...maybe. I will admit to being devoted to some of you. I think you can guess if it's you.

There....oh, and I should add the Lunna is right...it's a "COCK". Unless I'm in the doctors office..then it's a penis.

Peace and Love and Wet Sticky Situations to you all.

oh wait..that's not right. Life is all about opposites or contradictions. That's what I wanted to say. The old saying is that opposites attract and it must be true. When they meet each other and create a new, single organism, they become whole and balanced.

I'm babbling because I spent the morning sitting next to the river enjoying the early morning call of what sounded like a 600lb Bullfrog. His friend across the water was only too happy to respond in like frenzy. It's been so dry lately and the river has dropped to reveal staggered islands of new grass.

Suddenly the life that was hidden below the water is close enough to the surface to be observed by a malingering, middle aged man with extra time on his hands. The grass along the banks shakes and moves and I think that a turtle is moving towards the shoreline. I was wrong. It was breakfast time for a hungry bass. It swam and hipped it's way among the stems in a way that made me wonder...can animals, like humans, be considered clumsy?

In flies a crane to stand sentry on one of the little islands and I think my little clumsy bass would do well to look for a quieter breakfast counter. Hundreds of swallows hurtle like little black jets, inches above the water, hoping to startle insects up from the almost mirror still surface. Here and there, a fish jumps or a yellow canary finch flits down to see what treasures are forgotten among the rocks and plants of the riverway. It's peaceful...even with two Bullfrogs doing the anvil chorus just yards away.

Up above...far above, black shapes with outstreached wings circle me in increasing numbers. Around here, it could be anything. Hawks, Golden Eagles...no, it's a family of Redheaded Turkey Buzzards. Their lazy arcs trace the air and then they settle into the trees to wait for the next warm updrafts to start their dance again. Where has the time gone...I need to get motivated. Back to the concrete, glass and steel that is our obvious world nowadays. Back into that gasoline devouring, fume belching steel bastard that helped us to forget how to walk and talk and live in the real world. Damn....

Oh, you're wondering what this had to do with opposites, right. Well, the river was low, the bank dusty, the frogs loud, the morning warm, the buzzards ugly and the fish, clumsy...what a messed up world, right. But it wasn't...it was perfect and a treat to the eyes, ears, nose, fingers and mostly, my heart. You see, turkey buzzards may be one of the ugliest birds you could ever "not" want to meet but they are the gold medal winners of graceful flight. Ugly on land, Beautiful in the air.

So..I won't sweat my ugly part and I won't pet my pretty parts and I'll just assume that I'm balanced enough not to be shoving the grass out of my way at the breakfast table, wink, wink.

Peace and Love and a Big ole Bear Hug

Ok, so admittedly, tacos with habenero sauce isn't the best idea for breakfast. It's all fun and games until the next day. The screams echo so nicely against the tiled walls, lmao.

Hello pervs...I've missed you. Obviously, from the previous statement, I have yet to take the straight and narrow path. Always seem to get sidetracked. A pair of yellow panties here, an eggie there...this place is about as normal as I get.

Not that there's really any exitement here. I did buy a new string trimmer that converts to a edger. And people said that "The Transformers" was just a silly cartoon! I love duel use items. You know..like the butter knife that doubles as a screwdriver or a vacumn-cleaner hose that doubles as a girlfriend...oh, wait..that's a bad idea, isn't it. Don't look at me, I just read about it in the forums..sheesh

Anyways, It constantly amazes me how individual items can be folded into each other to perform multiple duties while taking up a fraction of the space that the individual machines used before. If you're wondering what I'm getting at, let me be blunt.

Today is mothers day and mom was always the original multi-tasker. She will never be replaced or improved and that's alright with me. Sadly, my mom passed a few years back but she will always be near and dear to me.

Finally...Happy Mothers Day to all you wonderful ladies out there..you are loved

Peace and love and Big ole Bear Hugs...

Each year, at this time, we recieve 50hrs of credited sick time to use throughout the 12month period. It happens on a Monday, 1 hour into the shift. The following Tuesday is the hardest day of the year. Temptation......A full moon.....cool but not too cool evening.....and the worst case of spring fever....

I did it...damned if I didn't. I climbed out of my truck, walked into that plant, clocked in, got some coffee, went to my work area and gave them 8 hours of exactly what they deserved..making me come in on the hardest day of the year.

What did I give them, you might ask? I gave them "squat" Jack Squat, to be exact. There I was, inventory sitting on pallets around me, none of the parts needed to make new ones and a supervisor that doesn't have a clue as to what I do in a days time. OH, I filled my time in a productive manner...yesiree! I read a new paperback cover to cover and had lunch. Maybe I should feel guilty for getting paid for a full shift while contributing nothing to the companies bottom dollar.

Let's see. I didn't help their profit margin for the stockholders..(they took our profit sharing away the last contract) I didn't give them an honest bang for their buck..(my gross income has dropped for the last 3 years because of increased costs passed on to the worker) while the company itself makes record profits year after year.. Hmmmm...I guess I do owe them something for my insurrection.

Tonight, I'll hand in a book report on that paperback. Maybe my supervisor will give me an A+.

Could it be....July was the last time I blogged? That's hard to believe but it's true. What the hell happened to all that passing time? The NFL has instant replay and it's been a love/hate thing since its inception. I'm thinking "life" could benefit from it, as well.

I didn't build the eiffel tower, cure aids, stop world hunger, create the perfect mouse trap, learn how to communicate effectively to a teenage girl, be the perfect husband, erradicate my sinful ways, loose my excess poundage, build my vocabulary daily or even perfect my eggs over easy wrist flip. Sheesh...what have I been doing.

I'm 46 now and my life is primarily the mundane. Nothing to write home about, not much to tell future generations fantastic stories over. Just daily life and trying to hold together a life that constantly threatens to fly apart at the seams. Blaringly obvious to me now is that I'm nothing special and my world is decidedly ordinary..sigh

So I'm not a Superman. I'm just Doug and I'm going to remain "just Doug" until I become "Freshly Dug" at the end of my life. I'm ok with that...I guess. Blows all my illusions of gradeur out of the water but that's the way it goes. (fill moment of silence with quiet weeping)

I hope the rest of you are ok with that. I'm worried about blowing your entire image of me, wink, wink.

This is just to say: I still think of all of you and miss having the time to make it more regular. For now, "great BIG bear hugs for all who wish to be mauled saliciously and peace and love to you all.

Ah, gotta love fresh garden produce. As I sit here eating a beautiful, fresh tomato, couldn't help myself. Had to pass this along. Hope you enjoy it, my little garden pervs....

BEAUTIFUL TOMATOES

A beautiful woman loved growing tomatoes, but she couldn't
seem to get get them to turn red. One day while taking
a stroll she came upon a gentlemen neighbor who had the
most beautiful garden full of huge red tomatoes. The woman
asked the gentlemen, "What do you do to get your tomatoes
so red?"

The gentlemen responded, "Well you may not believe this,
but twice a day I stand in front of my tomato garden and expose
myself, and my tomatoes turn red probably from blushing so
much."

Well, the woman was so impressed, she decided to try
doing the same thing to her tomato garden to see if it would
work. So twice a day, for two weeks, she exposed herself to her
garden hoping for the best. But still, her tomatoes remained green.

One day the gentlemen was passing by and asked the woman,
"By the way, how did you make out? Did your tomatoes turn red?"

"No, they didn't, " she replied, "but all my cucumbers are
enormous."

Peace and Love and a Good Belly Laugh...

I've lost track.... Working 7 days a week/12 hours a day and I'm so burnt out it's not funny.

Finally, we've broken through the high temps around here and dropped into the upper 80s. It feel like autumn to my red, sun-dried skin, lol. It wouldn't have been so bad but for the humidity. That's something you can't escape in the summer here. The crops growing in the field give up their moisture during the day and it falls again during the night...so thick you have to walk sideways to cut through it.

Other than that....everything's pretty much the same...hectic and unbalanced...would you expect anything less of me? Just wanted you to know that the Midwest is still haunted by my visage and to let my friends know I think about you all the time...

Peace and Love...Doug