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As CNN goes, so go we all: The summer of our discontent
No one can claim immunity from the solemn drums of this past week's news... every network anchor has puffed up endlessly with praise for the fallen. Even so, no feeling person could flip merrily through the channels without pausing to reflect, however briefly, 0n the merits of respect and mortality.
But my natural humanity has fallen out of sync with mourning.
As each life has been dispatched according t0 its owner's fame, something's gone missing.
I had no more personal connection than you did, I would guess, to these sadly fallen figures. But I wish for them a more private memorial than Larry King can provide. In the few quiet hours of introspection most of our lives afford, I would like to think that some of us could shed a real, unrehearsed and genuine tear for those we truly mourn.
And then not tell a soul.
Tabu's Tutorial: When Mr Softie Strikes!
Performance anxiety. Is there a more dreaded hazard for a hobbyist? If it hasn't happened to you yet, it probably will. Here's how it goes.
You're in the room with the girl of your dreams. You want everything to go perfectly. She's lying before you seductively, her moist lips open, the sweet essence of her secret folds starting to waft ever so subtly into your mind.... and just when everything should be at launch-readiness, the fuse fizzles. She's beckoning you, you glance down nervously to confirm that nothing -- absolutely nothing-- is ready for lift-off and the ensuing moments are the test of anyone's self-confidence and equanimity.
How you handle it can mean the difference between a disaster and a hiccup.
A smart fellow like you doesn't say a word to draw attention to your plight.
"Come here, beautiful," you say."Let me taste that delicacy for a while."
Soon you're losing yourself in the act of pleasing her. As your tongue teases out her creaminess, her moans begin to lengthen, the heat begins to rise.... and the next thing you know, you're feeling that welcome urgency that only the ownership of a hard cock can deliver.
Now it's up to you to take it where you will.
Well, now, class, that wasn't so hard, was it?
Oh, that's right..... it's very hard.
Now go in and play.
Winning hearts and minds
is the start of winning happy repeat visits, I'm finding.
Lately I've had an unusual number of new friends who clearly crave validation for their desires... and for themselves.
Perhaps it's the turbulent times that's manhandling my new friends... and when they come to see me, I understand that words, a smile and a touch can fulfill one very basic need.
My time comes with many small pleasures... and one larger one. Acceptance.
Let's treat each other as if we count. Because we do.
Happy Birthday to me!
Can it be coincidence? June 1st-- my b'day and the official start of hurricane season??
Here's to "blowing" out a lot of candles!!
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