Wednesday, December 09, 2009
50 Words: Projectile Motion
I don’t care what they claim. Flange or not, last night you came and shot your glass butt plug across the room. “Watch what you’re doing there,” my grandma would say. “You could put someone’s eye out with that thing!” Or maybe just scare your yippy dog. Tonight, we reload!
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Fall Haiku
Better late than never. Continuing my tradition of posting seasonal haiku, here are my submissions for Autumn 2009. The frost is on the pumpkin. The days are shorter. It’s a banner year for acorns and the leaves are falling at a rapid pace. Time to winterize the house, find your sweaters, and remember how much fun it actually is to unbutton that special someone.
I.
The trick in autumn
Is removing more clothes. The
treat is obvious.
II.
Your parents wonder
why your hair is full of leaves.
So are my boxers.
III.
Mice in the attic
I pause, mid-stroke, listening.
You protest. They gnaw.
IV.
I sip hot cider.
You sigh, rope binding your breasts.
How ‘bout them apples?
V.
So many leaves to rake.
You bend, your ass tight in jeans.
This can wait. Let’s fuck.
VI.
The time changes. One
hour extra, one hour repeats.
Get naked. Fall back.
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Sunday, October 18, 2009
50 Words: Pussy
Sit just there and pull your knees apart. Let me see your cunt, pink brown rose, colors changing as your lips puff up, your emptiness oozing. Let me draw it, photograph it, smell lick poke it with fingers, prod it with something blunt. Wait. I think it smiled at me.
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Thursday, October 15, 2009
50 Words: Cold Snap
There! The cold air arrived and I know that I won’t see your feet bare again until next June. I resign myself to your socks, watching TV, nestled between the covers in our bed, those fuzzy feet hoisted over your shoulders, tied to the headboard, wool warm and toes curling.
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Wednesday, September 30, 2009
50 Words: Double Header
I needed you last night. Where were you? Why didn’t you find me, come get between me and the TV, peel off your Threadless tee, unzip my jeans, take out my cock and lick the head, turning me, turning me until my arching back was facing that stupid, stupid game.
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Tuesday, September 22, 2009
50 Words: Autumn Begins, Ow!
The maple leaves here have already started changing colors. Reds, oranges… we see outbreaks of fiery hue poking through the still green oaks and pines. The oaks? They’re waiting, content for now to watch me kneel in front of you, lower your pants… then drop an acorn on my head.
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Sunday, September 20, 2009
50 Words: Seeing Red
Go on. Bleed on me. Take me in and dowse fluid with sticky fluid. Do your worst. I know it showers off without the slightest hint of teeth marks, so there’s no way I’m avoiding you for days. Let’s add sweat and lube and whatever comes. Damn the sheets anyway!
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Thursday, September 10, 2009
50 Words: You Asked
For me, everything spirals in, sucked into a single point, a black hole in the pit of my groin (do groins have pits?), the whole universe collapsing into nothingness, waiting, waiting… and then suddenly exploding out the other side, flooding into somewhere with color and light. That’s what it’s like.
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Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Summer Haiku
Live and learn. Summer is one-third over. I figured that I was overdue to write and share some summer haiku. So, I sat down and wrote eight haiku that I thought were decent. But I’ve only been posting three each per season. What to do? I decided to send the eight haiku to four women whose opinions I trust and let them vote on which ones I should run. And guess what? No consensus whatsoever! In fact, I think I may have a new poetry-based Rorschach test to determine what women with whom I’ve never had sex might be like in the bedroom. Anyway, hope you are having a wonderful, sunny, warm… and sweaty (in a good way) summer.
I.
sunlight in my eyes
shattered by leaves, your red hair,
both above me, swaying
II.
outdoor etiquette—
do you slap a mosquito
on an upturned ass?
III.
nature’s timing stinks.
twice this week, i must wake you
to fuck in thunder.
IV.
come appreciate
our deck. see? solid! you fly,
pierced against the rail.
V.
the window fan mutes
our breathing—soft moan sounds, not
the slap of thigh on thigh
VI.
relax. be patient.
summer sweat makes nylon rope
harder to untie.
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Sunday, July 05, 2009
Art, We Know What We Like
The Kinsey Institute is hosting its fourth annual juried art show. This year’s show features a wide variety of sex-related photos, paintings, sculptures, etc., chosen from over 700 plus submissions received this year. The show runs through the end of July at Indiana University School of Fine Arts Gallery in Bloomington. If you’re nowhere near Indiana, you can still check out the show by viewing the 100 plus works displayed in the online gallery.
I will say that this is a very LGBT positive show. That being said, I didn’t find very many of the images to be what I consider erotic. Perhaps they aren’t intended to be, although museum curator Jennifer Cahn seems to suggest that they are. Have a look and see what you think. Ask yourself why the show jurors considered each painting, photograph, or sculpture to be sexual. A phallic, ice-encased twig just starting to melt is erotic… to me. A woman artist’s self portrait of herself as a man is not erotic to me. Yes, it has to do with sex and gender but, in this case at least, that isn’t erotic to me.
However, while you’re visiting the Kinsey site, let me recommend a more interesting online exhibit. The Kinsey Confidential exhibit combines art (such as this Paint by Numbers Dildos by Bradley J. Wicklund) with sex-related questions and answers from the syndicated “Kinsey Confidential” column. Click the thumbnails to see the larger images; then click the larger images to see and read the questions and answers.
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