Tell Me... #7

Tell Me. Amazing what lovely things get shared with those two words. Weekly... three questions or open ended prompts. Questions open to anyone who stops by to visit, so go on answer and "tell me." You may answer all or just one or two, but you must answer truthfully... this isn't fiction. Write a single word... or a thousand, it is up to you. I would love to hear from you. And we all like to share in the naughty revealed. Remember you can always post anonymous here on my blog if you are shy. I will be posting my reply to my own questions on Friday's before the next Questions go up Saturday morning. So go on now... click the Comments button and ...

Tell me...

• Where you last had sex or masturbated?
  

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• Ever traded/bartered/paid for sex... giving or receiving?

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• What do you like on your pizza?

If you would like to Tell Me anything else the previous Tell Me's.... are over there linked on the side bar answer all you like ------>>>

A Bubbly Honey

Oh, I so love a bubble bath. Spent 30 minutes just enjoying the warmth and quiet. Hubby came in and took these pictures.

So, a little bubbly Honey for you.

Thanks for the Naughty

Over in the 'nilla blogging world the posts are about sunrises and the beauty of nature. Thanks for sweet mornings with children and spouses. About blessings of lives touched by happy, happy, joy, joy stuff. Ok... I am thankful for a few of those things too, but this blog here is a bit more fun than that.

So... naughty things to be thankful for.

I am thankful for the one who will let me tie himwith my words. "Put your hands behind your back and keep them there." And he will... everytime. And who will let me share the muse that is in me.

I am thankful my sweet slutty boy who like to show me himself dressed up as pretty as this. And who will get on his knees and do anything and everything I can think of. And I can think of a lot of things.

I am thankful for the lovely members at The Org that read my tasks and ask me oh so nicely, "Please Miss Honey, may I."

I am thankful for all my blogger friends who write sexy posts and offer sexier pictures that I get to read and see every day.

I am thankful for sexy boys that want to please me and do anything I ask. Including writing my name anywhere I ask. Acker dear you are such a darling.

I am thankful for Mala and Crowe and Aaerorider who came to the last Third Thursday and talked all sorts of fun, naughty ideas as we sat on the patio and enjoyed each other's company.

I am thankful for the internet that allows me to meet so many new kinky friends.

I am thankful for all who come to visit me and leave wonderful comments. I enjoy knowing that something I shared was sexy, moving, meaningful for you.

I am thankful for high heels and pretty lingerie and for pedicures. I am thankful for smooth legs and push up bras. I am thankful for thong panites and silk and lace.

I am thankful for the ablitity to write and share what I am thinking and that you will not judge me when those thoughts and ideas are a bit naughty. I am thankful for the time to share and read and learn and grow.

And I am very very very thankful for Hubby who lets me spank his bottom and lets me be all me's I am. Without him there would probably not be Miss Honey.

Watch Me

I love when he watches me.
When my hands cup full breasts
and hold them up
like offerings
to the Gods.

I ache when he watches me.
Hips lifted, thighs taught
legs straining,
I am spread wide
and down and down I reach.

I need him to see all of me.
Fingers rubbing, pushing,
can he see this is what I desire?
I open up my body
to his hungry eyes.

I want him to hear me.
I moan and cuss and say
the most explicit things
telling exactly what I want
done to me.

I burn as he watches me.
As I push and arch
and pinch and bite
and find at last
my scream of final

Release me,
hear me,
see me,
watch me.

Alaska Naughty

And there is now a dot on Alaska. I just know that little Sarah is wanting to be spanked for being the very bad girl she is.

What to Read Next?

-------->> Over there on the sidebar... a poll. You get to decide what I read next (assuming you like the Read By Honey posts). This poll will be up until Saturday morning, and what I read next will be decided by you.

Your options are...

Brush Strokes
Slow Dance
Just One Kiss
Other - See Comment.

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Obviously if you chose... Other - See Comment ... then you need to comment here.

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So, I am giving you a bit of control of Me. Hmmmm... not an offer often given, I do hope you will be gentle with me darling.

Brush Strokes

I stood as directed, silently. My back to him, legs spread just a small bit. The black heels were the only thing I wore. He had slipped them on me himself before placing my feet just where he wanted them. One of my hands he had placed now on my hip, the other he put so that my palm cupped my breast, thumb just above my hard nipple and so my fingers curved along the gentle swell of me. My torso he twisted and my head turned so that I looked back at him standing behind me now.

“Yes, that's the line I want,” he said more to himself than to me. With gentle fingers he traced the line from my neck where my up swept hair bared the nape, down the line of my spine. Down between my shoulder blades, down farther still to the dip and curve of the small of my back until at last he reached the cleavage of my bottom. Still he continued this path of fingers along skin. Down and down between the split of me. Then just when I thought I could no long suppress the moan that threatened his hand moved on from the most private parts of me and brushed against my inner thigh. “This leg out a bit more dear.” And he gave it a gentle but firm push and I did again as he said.

The pose was not an easy one to hold. As he walked away from me to the easel I could feel the ache of it already begin through out my body. Calves and thighs were tight, my back twisted so was strained. Looking back over my shoulder my neck ached as well and holding my hand to my breast with no support would be a struggle. But I would hold this for him. I would stand as he required for as long as he required.

He had positioned his work area so that I could not see him as he had placed me. But I could hear. I could hear the brushes being rattled in the jar where they stood as he chose which one to use now. I could hear the soft sounds when brush stroked canvas. This moment of beginning made me almost breathless. He was everything in this moment. I found it all as erotic and stimulating as any sexual act I had ever done. He didn't need my eyes in this pose so I closed them. I slowed my breathing and let the emotions of this moment of creation take me.

I knew he too was lost now as he began. I knew he no longer saw me as woman, or even really human, but rather I was lines and planes, colors and shadows, dark and light. I was fine with this loss of my humanity as to be a part of his genius was all I desired to be. Eyes still closed I listened as intently as I was able to the soft swishing of his brushes on the surface. It only took a little while before I could feel the brush against my own skin. I could feel it against my collar bones and down the curve of my shoulders. Dark there at the crease of my arm where it bent and light were the swell of my breast was turned toward him, I knew these contrasting areas of light and dark would move him close and closer still to the easel as he worked on capturing these values and this concentration I knew from him made me feel him move closer to me.

His brush continued to move over me in my mind. Again and again across my shoulders and my back, sweeping with strokes and swirls as he loaded the colors onto the canvas and created me that was not me and was me. He would pull my very soul out with his brushes and paints and mix it with his talent, his genius. These thoughts took me to that other place where he was not painting on the flat white of his canvas but rather right onto my skin. Bold, abstract colors in great swaths across me, blues and greens down thighs and legs. My hair becoming bright flaming red, the curve of my spine he traced earlier with finger was now in my mind a deep yellow sweep from top to bottom. Each stroke of natural hair brush made me ache to moan for the teasing of it. The only movement I allowed was the smallest brush of thumb across my nipple and that small touch set my body to trembling. I was lost to the sensations of wanting to be this for him. I wanted him to create the me that he saw. He was my God in this moment. I was on fire for his stroking brush.

Over and over I heard the wisp of his brush and over and over I felt it against my skin. I wanted only to be that which he created and yet I wanted everything else as well. I needed to feel him now and soon or for certain I would be lost. And then I heard his brush slide back into the jar that was set on the small table next to his easel. I heard as he sighed and as moved away from his work and he moved to me. I felt him then. His hand on the small of my back, and then down my leg. I lifted my feet for him as he gently bade me with touch, one then the other as he eased the heels from my feet. He leaned in and kissed the back of one knee and I kept my eyes closed as I accepted these small gifts of gentleness. My hands I did not move until he did so for me, easing my arms down to my sides. My head and body he turned back to straight as he moved in front of me. He ran his hands down my naked trembling body then and I let all the tension go and fell against him. He was strong and took the weight of me easily. He held me close and kissed the few tears that fell down my cheeks.

“Do you want to see it yet, my muse?” he asked softly.

“I already have.” And I meant my simply words and gave him my trust in his ability to capture what he saw. I was his muse he was my artist together it was beautiful. This was our love.


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I have been given the most lovely gift of words and I want to share them with you. So for the other side of this story visit Brushing Strokes ~ The Other Side.

Chocolate Covered

So Hubby is home after a week of working out of town. Which is entirely too long to leave me all alone.

But he did surprise me with a lovely night out. Reservations and a rose on the table even at one of my favorite restaurants. Love this fondue place - The Melting Pot - which entirely sounds like a sexual innuendo. And I suppose it is a bit.

Ending the courses was a lovely pot of chocolate fondue. How sexy and sensual to eat strawberries with hot melted chocolate dripping from them? Oppps... and look a drip of warm wet chocolate on my breasts darling I said... and he was more than happy to take care of that little drop there.

Ok... need a fondue pot for home use.

Tell Me... #6

Tell Me. Amazing what lovely things get shared with those two words. Weekly... three questions or open ended prompts. Questions open to anyone who stops by to visit, so go on answer and "tell me." You may answer all or just one or two, but you must answer truthfully... this isn't fiction. Write a single word... or a thousand, it is up to you. I would love to hear from you. And we all like to share in the naughty revealed. Remember you can always post anonymous here on my blog if you are shy. I will be posting my reply to my own questions on Friday's before the next Questions go up Saturday morning. So go on now... click the Comments button and ...

Tell me...

• What are your favorite pet names for pussy and cock?
  

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• What is the kinkiest thing you have done (alone or with someone else)?

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• What is kinkiest thing you wish you have done?

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If you would like to Tell Me anything else the previous Tell Me's.... are over there linked on the side bar answer all you like ------>>>

Bared Feet

So we sat last night at the bar, a group of people interested in naughty, and discussed all sorts of things. But I did get asked about all the feet pics here. Was it a fetish of mine?

So I have been thinking of that since. No, not a fetish. Well, I do love the pedicures, but not so much in a sexual way. But in a damn-I-love-to-be-pampered way. bdenied asked if I ever have had a man paint my toes for me. No, to that either, but would be more than willing to try that bit of fun. Any volunteers?

A Sad Story with a Happy Ending

Early in my life I had a boyfriend I can barely remember anymore. He did not like feet... at all... and once told me my toes were too long. My long fingers he didn't mind on various parts of his anatomy. (Yes, he was a bit of a jerk now that I am thinking about it.) But my toes, I think he even said ewww once and a couple other not so nice remarks. I was nearly scared for life and for years would only wear closed toed shoes and never went barefoot for fear someone would go running screaming from the sight of my feet.

Enter the hero of our story. Hubby. Yea!! Hubby. At some point, one hot summer day very early in our courtship, Hubby said, "Get your sandals and we'll go to the beach." And I grabbed my Keds tennis shoes. Sandals he repeated and I had to admit I didn't have any. And after a bit of teasing I tearfully (yes, acutal tears) told him how I hated my feet. He got down on his knees took off my tennis shoes and kissed each and every toe, rubbed my insteps, my heels, that little hollow below my ankles. He kissed the tops of both feet and looked up at me and told me I had beautiful feet. Took me right then to the shoe store and bought me sandals, three pairs. And me, Hubby and my toes have been living happily ever after that. A partner that truly wants you to be happy, secure and confident, quite a precious thing in a life.

And when I began exploring in more depth all aspects of my sexuality, he so fully supported me in that exploration. Wow, now there is gift. And even has shared a bit here and there as I try this, that and the other naughty thing.

So, yes... I do love sharing my toes here. I love how pretty girls' feet are and enjoy that others think so as well. Yes, I could (and have a bit) expose other body parts on occasion here. But feet, shoes, toes... do hold a nice place in my heart. And since I have begun this blog and posting various feet pictures I even get the occasional email asking for more (one of those requests was this picture of my feet bare of all my toe rings, and I do feel a bit naked like this). And as I said last night, it turns me on to know what turns you on (assuming legal please) and if one of those turn ons is my pretty toes (f-you old boyfriend they are pretty) well then it is a wonderful thing.

Red It Was

Forgive the quality this was taken with my camera from my cell phone last night in the restroom of the bar. But as you can see ruby slippers won the night. But yes, every toe ring had to come off.

And what a lovely night it was.

I was on time as I do strive to be in my life. And sat alone for just a moment or two. Aaerorider, who had been sitting out on the patio, had seen me walk in. He said the red hair and red shoes gave me away. I rather liked that comment.

Then just a few minutes later Mala showed and not long after that Crowe. We had hoped for a few more who had indicated they would be coming but only us four this time. But we had the most interesting discussions. Good thing Mala took some notes my memory isn't great in the best of circumstances and a couple glasses of wine, well :).

We shared some dirty jokes. Tested Mala's wonderful lubes (just on fingers, was a vanilla establishment). He offered them in five gallon batches. That and a plastic kiddie pool and the possibilities are just endless. I told my blue toes tale. We discussed the pros and cons of being a phone sex operator. Which I have decided has to be a better job that working for my AH boss. Just a wonderful evening.

Home at about 11 last night. Oh, so late for Honey. Hubby was still working and I thought I would have to go to bed alone. But H kept me company most erotically on the phone as he drove to work 8 hours of time zones away. So glad he didn't crash as I reached a rather... hmmm... intense and noisy peak.

And now it is 6 a.m. and I have to get up and get ready to go to work. How was your night?

A Shoe Quandary (subtitle... A Woman's Prerogative)

Ahhh yes, getting ready to go out for the evening. Been looking forward to it for quite a while.

A meeting of anyone living in my little area of Southern California who wants to come and chat, have a drink (or three) and just see what the evening brings. Third Thursday has a lovely ring to my ears.

And I bought new shoes for the evening. Pretty ruby red slippers with 4" heels. But this past weekend Hubby took me out to dinner and a movie and these gorgeous black patent leather baby-doll pumps with gold 5" heels were on sale and just begged me to take them home. Oh... how could I resist?

So now, I just don't know. I am still wearing both as I type this. Black on the left foot, red on the right and can not decide. A true shoe quandary. If I had enough time I would run a poll. But alas, I have to get dressed and head out in a bit for the evening.

And then there is the issue of show & tell for tonight. I have a story prepared. A tale of blue toes and things your mother never warned you about (if you want to hear it you should be there tonight). And there is a lovely length of pink satin ribbon in my bag. I would need a volunteer for that bit of show... and that might get .... well, interesting. Will play that by ear, or some body part.

Stay tuned... I promise to at least tell what shoes I wore for the evening. Well I might tell a bit more than that, we will have to see.

A Little Bit Artsy

Ruby toes to go with my ruby slippers.

This picture is for my friend François. I love his art and his flirting, in lovely and naughty French. So I was going for an artsy theme in his honor.

My camera was having trouble with the focus. So I may try again when there is more natural light.

Red shoes... check

Red toes... check

Red hair... check

Now I just have to figure out what I will bring for Show & Tell on this Third Thursday (meeting naughty locals at a local bar). One friend suggested ribbon (need to find some with bees) as he says that ribbon tied gently and my voice is all I need to bind someone to do my bidding. Now come on, is that just the most wonderful compliment ever? Well, it made me smile.

Which dot are you?

About a week ago I added this gadget on my side bar. It tracks who comes and visits by their IP Address or magic... one of those ways.

It has only been a week and already the little red dots are showing all over the world. I love to check it every few days or so and see if some new spot in the world is represented.

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Look, there is Hawaii, and Spain, and all around the edge of Australia. I am looking forward to when Alaska shows a dot. I think Sarah Palin is a very naughty girl who really desires to be spanked. And South America is entirely under-represented, come on, there has to be some naughty people in Brazil.

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So which sweet little red dot are you? Tell me a little about where you live. And if you speak a language there other than English where you live... teach me to count to ten in your language. One of my goals, to learn to count to ten in as many languages as I can, but I can't just look them up, I have to be taught be someone I meet. It makes life interesting.

Sigghhhh

San Diego 10 - Pittsburgh 11

Enough said.

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Fuckin Norv...

Hello darling... - as read by Honey

Tell Me... #5

Tell Me. Amazing what lovely things get shared with those two words. Weekly... three questions or open ended prompts. Questions open to anyone who stops by to visit, so go on answer and "tell me." You may answer all or just one or two, but you must answer truthfully... this isn't fiction. Write a single word... or a thousand, it is up to you. I would love to hear from you. And we all like to share in the naughty revealed. Remember you can always post anonymous here on my blog if you are shy. I will be posting my reply to my own questions on Friday's before the next Questions go up Saturday morning. So go on now... click the Comments button and ...

Tell me...

• ... about your favorite part (body or otherwise) of the oposite sex (should you prefer the same sex... that works too).

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• ... about the one that got away.

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• ... how do you like your eggs?

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If you would like to Tell Me anything else the previous Tell Me's.... are over there linked on the side bar answer all you like ------>>>

Slow Dance

He comes to me on his knees. Head bowed with respect and something more I know he can not define. Anticipation, trepidation, both mixing in a way that was near to a drug for his body and mind. I can see him tremble as he kneels here for me.

I sit still and quiet before him. My legs are crossed, my hands folded in my lap. I simply watch him there for a long while. Watch the rise and fall of his chest as he struggles to be calm. Watch his hands at his sides, they clench and unclench into tight fists. Watch as his eyes struggle to stay lowered. He wants to look up, he wants stand up and run from this, from me, I know this. He wants to obey and give me this, he wants to submit, I know this too.

“Take off your clothes.”

His intake of breath is ragged at this sudden order. He does as I say.

“Lay here before me on your back, head pointing towards me, body stretched out. And spread your legs wide.”

He could get up from his knees and leave. I have bound him in no way. I have made no threat, made no demands but these here and now. And yet with only a single deep intake of breath he turns and lays at my feet as I have demanded.

And so we begin.

New Ruby Slippers

One week from tonight will be the Third Thursday. The second... get together... I just can't use the munch word yet because it seems to imply there should be a direct purpose. And I suppose there is a direct purpose. The purpose of getting together with like minded people, talking, being accepted, having a drink and getting to know one another. Whatever name I am just looking so forward to the evening.


And of course I need a new pair of shoes for the event. And so of course I had to find the most uncomfortable but deliciously sexy shoes I could find. And of course the pair I fell for, like men and cheesecake can be for women on occasion, were no good at all for me. Just a little too tight, way too expensive and will require the sacrifice of three toe rings (which I loath to take off) and... and... and just look at how pretty.


Shiny candy apple red patent leather, with 4" silver heels that will look just right with the silk blouse I plan to wear. And as fate would have it there at the store was a lovely red clutch that goes absolutely perfectly with my new lovely ruby slippers and Hubby just smiled and nodded yes and it was added to the treasure in the bag I would leave with.


So now I just need my pedicure next week.... hmmm... ruby toes too... and I am more than armed and dangerous. My weapons of choice, shiny red shoes.

P.S. If you are a Southern California Inland Empire naughty person... all the details for where and when can be found at this FetLife thread (you will need to join FetLife to view) - http://fetlife.com/groups/780/group_posts/28379 - but the quick details... British Bulldog Pub in Upland, 7 p.m., Thursday 11/20.

Simply Erotic Lines

One of the joys of this community is the sharing of ideas and the finding of unique sites that add something to our lives.

This week I found a new treasure of a site that I absolutely love. François Dubeau's site at http://www.francoisdubeau.com/ has some of the most erotic and simply beautiful images. I have fallen in love with them.

After some email exchange (in which he said the nicest things in French, which I did have to translate... oh, I am too easy for language offered a sexy as this) François was gracious enough to allow me to include some of his images here on my blog and shared a bit about the creation of his artwork.

I hope you enjoy both his art and his words as much as I do.

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My muse, she likes to hover just on the edge… waiting for the last few strokes…

I often go to my muse when I’m dead tired, blasted, on my knees. That’s when all the barriers fall: the self-critique, the inner-consciousness, the über-shyness. When my consciousness has been beaten to a pulp by fatigue, my primitive reptilian brain takes over. Listen: the balls speaketh! Then, things start to happen. Imagination is free to flow wherever it wants, unrehearsed, exploring every fold and crevasse until it finds something, without asking itself “what will the neighbors think?”

Ultimately, I never know where it comes from, really. I just sit there, with my tool in my hand, waiting for my muse to wake up. I’ll start teasing her with slow, random gestures. Still she sleeps. A bit more vigor should rouse her from her slumber. Ah, something, but it’s still a bit feeble. I try again, with a more mobile, dancing gesture. Ah! Pay dirt! So that’s where you want to go, my love. Interesting. Ok, let’s see where this’ll lead us. Follow your bliss!

Sometimes, it’s a quickie: the tension is just too great and climax just… happens… before you know it. Fast and furious. They’re often the best ones; we’ve had a few memorable ones like that, my muse and me.

Other times, it’s slow and multi-faceted. It seems to go one way only to change direction without warning. You end up somewhere that’s miles from where you started, after a long and delightful journey.

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Often, it’s nothing to write home about, but still, it was loads and loads of fun! Ice cream's always tasty, even vanilla.

And then, there are those that come out of nowhere, leaving you dazed and wondering “what was that all about?”

They’re all good, really, but the best ones, the most elusive ones, are the thunderbolts. You never see them coming and they just explode: Bam!, leaving you panting and drained. One or two lines, and it’s there in all its elemental glory: don’t touch it anymore! Those are few and far between. Alas! You try to recreate the feeling, the mood, but you never quite get it: "Close, but no cigar!" she says. It can’t be coaxed, it can’t be deliberately called: it just happens.

~ François Dubeau

Do You? - Read by Honey

Do You? as read by Honey

A Win... Barely...

San Diego trailed 13-6 at half time and the home crowd fans were not happy, booing as my boys walked into the locker room. They seemed to regroup and come out fired up. Rivers doesn't fold under pressure and brought SD back and into the lead by the end of the 4th quarter despite what, in my opinion, were some really crappy coaching decisions. Fuckin' Norv continues a relentless and ineffectual drive up the middle.

My boy Rivers was intercepted twice in this game, but KC failed do anything with the gifts that the mistakes gave to them. But late in the 4th KC marched hard down the field and scored bringing them within one for the tie, two for the win.

It was change in defensive coordinator during our bye week that was of interest to me. And honestly nothing interesting happened. Our defensive backs never seemed to be able to find a white shirt to cover, and pass after pass was completed. But in the end the defense stopped the only play that really mattered when KC went for the two point conversion that would have given them the win and our defense finally did its job perfectly.

A win is win... a check mark in the W column counts whether you win by one or by 30, but it was not a pretty game and this is not a team that inspire much confidence in the very important upcoming games.

My boys need some better coaching and motivation to be the team I know they can be. Maybe I could whip them into shape?

Flattered

I am flattered...

http://erogarden.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-early-morning-darkness.html

http://sugasm.com/2008/10/11/sugasm-150/

http://erogarden.blogspot.com/2008/10/wanting.html

Do you?

What is it you want from me?

Do you want my heart? Do you desire my love? Do you want me to want you in a way that is real?

Do you want my touch? Do you want a tangible thing soft skin and gentle lips? Do you want wet and tight and slick? Do you want me on top, underneath, behind? Do you want me to caress you, to hurt you, to feel all of you and say you are beautiful?

Do you want the domination? Do you want me to tell you to act on every fantasy you ever had in a way that pleases me? Do you want to show me yourself in these acts so that at last someone understands, no accepts, this part of you?

Do you want my smile? Do you want that part of me that laughs and jokes and teases? Do you want to see my eyes shine from the joy that is an open heart? Do you want my friendship, it is a gift that flows easily from me. Offering this never diminishes me, but rather the offering of it will always make me more, never less.

Do you want to make me happy? Not for you, but for me. Do you want to ease my aches, offer me your concerns, make my life better? To offer me this gift from you is a rare and precious thing.

Do you want to offer the same to me? For if I can give to you and ease your life, it brings me pleasure too. Do you want to allow me that gift of your own vulnerability?

Do you want my passion? All of it, and there is so very much and I need so very much and I want so very much and I will demand and I will give and it will be good.

Do you want just little pieces of me? That is ok, there is nothing wrong with that. You just have to be honest. Ahh, yes, honest. Do you want to be honest with me? Can you be honest with yourself?

Do you want all of me? Can you even fathom what accepting all of a person really is? To open another human up and see it all is not something easily done. To see them not just as male or female, but to see all that makes them, good, bad, ugly, beautiful and to want it all. I understand if you can't as it is a rare thing.

He does, she does, and he there is starting to. It is enough. I am filled to the brim with the joy of it all.

I believe we are different for each connection we make. And yet this does not fragment us for the ability to share and be what another person needs is a wonderful thing. You just have to understand that the whole of you is still there always.

Do you? I do.

Tell Me... #4

Tell Me. Amazing what lovely things get shared with those two words. Weekly... three questions or open ended prompts. Questions open to anyone who stops by to visit, so go on answer and "tell me." You may answer all or just one or two, but you must answer truthfully... this isn't fiction. Write a single word... or a thousand, it is up to you. I would love to hear from you. And we all like to share in the naughty revealed. Remember you can always post anonymous here on my blog if you are shy. I will be posting my reply to my own questions on Friday's before the next Questions go up Saturday morning. So go on now... click the Comments button and ...

Tell me...

• ... about your first crush.

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• ... about your favorite sexual postion.

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• ... about a secret you are ashamed of.

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If you would like to Tell Me anything else the previous Tell Me's.... are over there linked on the side bar answer all you like ------>>>

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Main Entry:
big·ot
Pronunciation:
\ˈbi-gət\
Function:
noun
Etymology:
French, hypocrite, bigot
Date:
1660
: a person obstinately or intolerantly devoted to his or her own opinions and prejudices ; especially : one who regards or treats the members of a group with hatred and intolerance

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We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

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In 1948, the California Supreme Court recognized marriage as a fundamental right when it became the first state court in the country to strike down a law prohibiting interracial marriage. The California Supreme Court held that:
Marriage is thus something more than a civil contract subject to regulation by the state; it is a fundamental right of free men.... Legislation infringing such rights must be based upon more than prejudice and must be free from oppressive discrimination to comply with the constitutional requirements of due process and equal protection of the laws.

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Proposition 8 - The California Constitution, as amended, would add a new section (Section 7.5) to Article I, placing it between the state Equal Protection clause and nondiscrimination in business and the professions. This new section would read:
Only marriage between a man and a woman is valid or recognized in California.

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Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.

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I will be voting NO of California Proposition 8
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I will weep when it passes. My God loves all people.

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Update 11/5/08 -
And so... it passed. And I am ashamed of my state, at least 52% of it.

Coloring Me

I really wanted to paint it. Though not sure if it is better or just different. But done is done.

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Following Her Lead - Read by Honey

Rising and Falling

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A dancer leaps through the air and seems suspended, untied for a moment to the invisible strings that keep you and me from leaving the ground permanently, but it is only illusion. An athlete rises up and up to go higher and farther than anyone else on the earth before this moment, but they can not fight what is inevitable. The physics of rise and fall, the rules that say there is no floating for us humans, only up as high as our muscles will propel and then immediately down and down again say to me here and now there is nothing but change.

For every rising there is a fall. For every up there will come a back down again. Change will happen, you can not float on an apex for even a moment. Change will come. Life is the ups and the downs strung together to form the wave patterns of your life. Yet, let me look for a moment at that. For there is an overwhelming want of a real commitment with another, there is desire for a permanence and if there is always a coming back down again from the high is such a thing for a lifetime or any significant time possible?

I say yes. A friend shared with me his theory of friendships. That there is a wonderful high, a whoosh, of early friendship. A high, a rising up of learning about and sharing with, a passion to know another human intimately. And yet that rising will reach its zenith and come back down and find a place that is no longer close to that high. And so I say when the initial rise and coming down again have settled back to where gravity pulls, to the low, it is then that the realness begins. This is when you get to give of yourself in a significant way. That is when you truly care. To share in the mundane moments, the woes and unhappiness that will come as life happens. Friendship or more, lovers or a real attempt at a commitment, it doesn't matter for all relationships, all of life will continue to rise and fall. Some fall so far they are beyond rising again. And so the changes happen. Some are wonderful good, but still the fall happen. Still change happens.

All the time, in moments so fast you are hardly cognizant the rising happens, but you must make yourself aware as that awareness of the moving up will allow real happiness. He brings you breakfast in bed and your heart rises just a little and carries up with it the joy that renews the commitment again and again. She sends you a small email of sweetness that makes your breath come just a little faster and the wave rises again and again. A friend calls to share with you her day, and in return listens to yours, up we go with all that makes a soul feel right. But all of this requires effort. The dancer and athlete know this without thinking, muscles must be used and trained and made to lift a body up and up so that the time in the air is at its maximum. And you and I know this as a heart and soul must be used and trained and made to lift another spirit up and up so that there is a purpose to our lives and that the time spent reaching for the zenith, the peak, the apex is more important than the coming back down.

Yes, it is the recognizing of the rise and the understanding of the fall that allow us to be happy. Knowing that coming down from the peak isn't an end but merely a balance that must be allowed. And too I believe we have hundreds, or perhaps thousands of waves overlapping in our lives in all the moments. Bills and jobs and responsibilities can be up and down but so often feel down, loves and joys and passions are up and down as well and just as predictably feel up and up sometimes in an all consuming manic way. Worries must be balanced with the joys and joys with reality, allow them all to overlap. Let the rising and falling become so intermingled that there is no crushing negative or positive that is overwhelming or blinding, but rather find the balance that allows peace.

Fly high my darling. You will come back down, but I will be there to rise with you again. See them both, live, feel, be them both, the highs and lows, the rising and the falling but find your balance with me.

Muse - A Self Portrait

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I was feeling creative today. We are up in the mountains for the weekend, small town called Idyllwild. So lovely, the leaves on the oak trees are falling and cover the ground. Sitting outside drawing was a perfect way to spend the morning.

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This pencil drawing on 90lbs cream paper was inspired by a photo taken of me... a few years ago. I still have all these curves, they are just a little curvier now. I titled it Muse for H as he makes me smile each time he calls me that. I hope perhaps you might be inspired.
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Tell Me... #3

Tell Me. Amazing what lovely things get shared with those two words. Weekly... three questions or open ended prompts. Questions open to anyone who stops by to visit, so go on answer and "tell me." You may answer all or just one or two, but you must answer truthfully... this isn't fiction. Write a single word... or a thousand, it is up to you. I would love to hear from you. And we all like to share in the naughty revealed. Remember you can always post anonymous here on my blog if you are shy. I will be posting my reply to my own questions on Friday's before the next Questions go up Saturday morning. So go on now... click the Comments button and ...

Tell me...

• ... the naughtiest thing you have done in a car... moving or not?

• ... about when you have passed judgment (specifically or generally) on someone for their desires or actions?

• ... do you exercise your right to vote?

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