I haven’t done this in a while. I’m so busy with so many open windows, professionally and unprofessionally, that boy needs to take a day off from work to get some work done. What does this ultimately mean?

It means officially taking a day off from work, camping at a counter, and responding to as many work/non-work emails, texts, and messages as possible. This morning you may find boy camped at Hot Off The Griddle.

I had to choose HOTG. It’s not only my regular spot these daze, but I also ran into my favorite waitress at the show this past weekend: The Black Jacket Symphony performing the entirety of Abbey Road at The Crest.

My kinda people. Incredibly kind and optimistic, supporting an adult needing assistance, and a love of music and Vans. I enjoy listening to her stories each year about Aftershock, and I feel a kink or two in there too.

Having sent my email to work telling them today will be a day away, especially given my eyeballs hurt from allergies (and I feel miserable with this cold and rain), I’m gonna start by dropping some responses below.

I haven’t done one of these posts in a long time. In fact, I don’t recall doing one of these posts since boy started writing again a few months ago. For the unfamiliar: Don’t think too hard, and merely enjoy the ride.

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Let’s start with Haiku Boy Knows He’s Doing Alright.

I know. I get it. I was fiercely immature, but not without justification.

I was in the process of throwing up an idea, a scrappy haiku of three songs, with Back Door Man being the first one, but I was interrupted by a text message within an already existing thread about an incredible afternoon at a girl’s house a thousand years ago in Orange, California.

I already committed to writing something about that afternoon, but upon oddly getting a text message with the punchline, I thought perhaps that was an opportunity to work that thread into my post, then play off both thread and post for some fun scrappy intersections and epiphanies.

But alas, work fucking kicked-in, and I had no time to make it all happen. I ended up leaving her utterly confused, conflating issues and things, with others asking me what the fuck is up with the post with naked women. For fuck’s sake, people. I try – and sometimes a cigar is just a cigar – lol

I know. I get it. I deleted the pics, kept the songs, and fuck the haiku.

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I’m setting an alarm on my watch each hour of the day as follows: 8:08AM, 9:09AM, 10:10AM; 11:11AM, 12:12PM, 1:01PM, 2:02PM, 3:03PM, 4:04PM, and 5:05Pm. The purpose is to pause, to be mindful.

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Correct. I am almost ready to park the cars, and go back to riding on two wheels most of the time. I need the cold and rain to stop. I’m so over it.

I’m also feeling fat and lazy, so getting back up on bikes will be good for getting my ass back in shape. It’s also been six months. No more lazy guy.

No. I am no longer gonna do a long ride to Key West this year. I have too many trips, and zero certainty about how Spring/Summer will unfold.

I have all the batteries on chargers at this moment, but unless the dahlias bloom, as they say, and someone other than me wants to ride, I’m selling.

I’m thinking to let go of all of them, except the CBR1000. I’m not done with sport bikes, and I’ll settle into an old-man Gold Wing for long rides.

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Truth: I’m downsizing. I’m donating and giving away a lot of larger items and things, so I will be portable – more transient – going forward in life.

Nicole is definitely moving, and sooner instead of later. We completed the pre-qualification stuff yesterday, and her job options look inevitable.

Since I will not be moving this Spring/Summer, not making Texas my primary residence, Nicole will be purchasing a house on her own.

That said, I am going through the painful process of obtaining a license to practice law in Texas, which can admittedly take up to a year to complete.

I would love to do the same in Louisiana, as living in the French Quarter is my dream, but I would need to take the Louisiana Bar Exam. No thanks.

Truth: I will be in NOLA in a few weeks, and Nicole and I talked about me looking for a place in/around the French Quarter for me and my dream.

Nicole is definitely thinking a little place in NOLA could be my new Fortress of Solitude, but I’m thinking Texas ain’t that far from NOLA.

I have friends in NOLA. Lawyer friends who have lived and lawyered in NOLA for generations. Why not call in a lifeline? I know construction law.

That said, I have family and friends that like to ride, and wouldn’t it be nice to have a NOLA hub to connect. Yep – Key West will be Ride One.

I would love to think more about these things, but by the looks of boxes stacking around me, it seems my current world is simply disappearing.

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Thank you for the complements about my voice. I realize how it sounds, how it often uniquely affects people. People used to come up to me after seminars and classes to say how my voice was memorizing – that they could listen to my voice all day. I’ve gotten laid because of my voice.

I promised someone that I would record my voice reciting a sexy scene. I thought about reciting one of mine, I thought about Googling something from the internet, I thought about ganking something from a romance novel, but I think I’m gonna look for an old Penthouse Forum. Sexy AF.

Storytime should be the best. A couple should be able to hold, and to touch, and to share a sexy story with each other – while talking through every inconceivable fantasy. You learn so much from someone. Feeling how their body responds, how it quivers when you talk dirty together.

In addition to Switch, I’m called Pleasure Dom; which, in my opinion, a MMF fantasy works best. Such a fantasy allows for singular focus on the woman’s pleasure, while allowing flexibility with dominance. We can manhandle the fuck outta her, or we can be boys taking her instruction.

I’ll find some worthy material, and make it happen when there’s time. I’ll likely post it on this website, although it freaks me out to do so. At this point though, I struggle to give a fuck what people think about me, while wondering why anyone would wanna think about me in the first place.

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Yes – You are correct. It wasn’t Colonel Mustard in the Library with a Gun, but it was the Lady Architect in the Motel with my Penis. You win!

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The tantric thing.

No – I’ve never attended a tantric retreat, but they sound fabulous, especially that one that has multiple locations throughout California.

I first got the tantric idea in my head at the Exotic Erotic Ball in 2009, where I spent some time with a couple that were part of the exhibition.

We talked about a sexual practice with a deeper connection. We talked about mindfulness and breath-work, and orgasm without ejaculation.

We talked about honoring the body, and embracing all partners as lovers. We talked about a spiritual focus to sex, and truly seeing your partner.

I took all of these talks with me, and I took the time to read and explore more, and I started to implement these things in my own practice with partners.

Some partners, it’s focusing on eye contact, especially in the case of a stranger or a one-night stand, where you really don’t wanna go too deep.

Other partners, it’s focusing on eye contact, coupled with moving in concert into various positions, with lots of direct verbal communication.

Other partners, it’s opening up and sharing about these things, and working together toward having unique tantric experiences as a couple.

Other partners, it’s being transparent and vulnerable, willing to share and explore every intimate kink and fetish. Fierce play with Storytime.

Other partners, it all of the above, plus those rare scary moments of allowing a complete guttural growl release of all feeling and emotion.

Like that tantric thing?

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My head hurts. I gotta take a break. More soon.