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Moochie’s Meandering Missives (and a pic or two)

Moochienanu said:
I can’t even imagine what 50 years ago must have been like for a weirdo like me. I am forever thankful for the folx who went before us, like those at Stonewall, and paved the way so colourfully and with unbelievable strength.
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Sadly though even though great strides have been made there is still quite a way to go in some quarters and what has been gained thus far can be easily lost if we are not wary of the rising tides worldwide......sorry that was a wee bit gloomy :eek:

On a happier note I bet you are indeed the tastiest of rainbows and I for one am forever grateful for all the colour you bring here :rose:
 
planetbeat_ said:
Sadly though even though great strides have been made there is still quite a way to go in some quarters and what has been gained thus far can be easily lost if we are not wary of the rising tides worldwide......sorry that was a wee bit gloomy :eek:

On a happier note I bet you are indeed the tastiest of rainbows and I for one am forever grateful for all the colour you bring here :rose:
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Geez, PB! Way to be a downer! ;) :cattail:

But seriously, I do know what you mean and hope all we do for human rights is not in vain. I had a rather long discussion with a work colleague a few days ago about whether I had the right to use any public restroom (there was a line for the “woman” marked room and I have a history of using the “man” marked one when this happens. Doesn’t matter where, even at work)... I don’t feel like I could have even had a toe in this conversation 50 years ago.

I’m not the preferred colour, but I like to think I’m ambrosial at times. Thank you.
 
Moochienanu said:
❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 Did someone say “Pride?!” ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

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Rainbow Pride! :D
 
Moochienanu said:
Singing songs

Hold me close
Don’t let me go

Your heart
Quickly beating
Next to mine
Bodies of conformation

Hold me close
Don’t let me go

A blue sky
Waving wheat
Reflecting eyes
Of warmth and adoration

Hold me close
Don’t let me go

The feel of you
As we blink
The world spins
Every exploration

Hold me close
Don’t let me go

Words of meaning
Whisper softly
Expectant skin
Thoughts in levitation

Hold me close
Don’t let me go

Sing tunelessly
Careful choices
In mind and ear
Perfect stimulation

Hold me close
Don’t let me go

Delighted breath
Taken briskly
By the pressure
I’m needing punctuation

So
Please
Please
Please
Yes,
Please

Hold me close
Don’t let me go.

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I like that little smirk.
 
Did me good anyway.

Love the rainbow and the sentiment. The world is so full of hate, it needs all the love it can find.
 
Joxlrg said:
Great change.. Can you describe how that feels?
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It feels like a caress,
Fingers on skin.
Then a pang,
Something sharp,
Uninviting,
But also intriguing.
Then a pull,
The connection between
Subject and thought,
With a memory
Of His bite
As I twist.
 
I enjoyed the video clip. Intriguing to watch. I expect that if they are not replaced within a short while, the body will start to close the hole. I noticed a little difficulty with passing it through, as though it got caught.
 
Moochienanu said:
It was scary
To actually do the thing.
It meant nothing left
To tie me to him.

But I did it.

I parked my car
I walked up the path
I set the mug
At his front door
I walked back to my car
And I drove away.

But I’ve had that stupid mug...

And now
I don’t have that mug anymore.

So yay!
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Moochie,
Thank you for this insight [also the back story of "the mug"] and providing me a greater understanding of you. I also appreciated your previous personal response (although I did not tell you at the time). We share a curse, at times, of running deeper than many with which we have connections. I can honestly state that my appreciation of you constantly continues to develop. I will curtail my tendency to overthink and simply allow a bloom to follow its course and appreciate the beauty as it unfolds.
 
Thank you for showing the nipple ware change over, it looks painful particularly the reinsertion.
 
Illuminated

I have seen the fireworks
Bursting behind a fog so thick
The person ten feet away is obscured,
Subtly lighting the clouds from behind
With a golden hue
Even without seeing the distinct shapes,
I still walked away happy with the feel
Of the boom through my body.
That is, until watching, being with you.
Now those explosions leave me
Resonating in every fiber,
Like a note of music
In exactly the right key,
Made to move only us.

Since our first time viewing
Each crackling second better than the last
Fog and smoke cleared,
And now every time,
Every fiery performance,
Building upon itself
In the time left between.
Finding their ways of infiltrating
Mind, soul, body
Like a clean breath filling stifled lungs.

You helped me to see the contours and edges
Of each spectacular pyrotechnic display
Through your eyes,
And how incredible it feels to know
Each detailed colour,
Each flashing sparkle,
Each moment of anticipation
Before the bang
Then the fizzle
And after the explosion,
Each moment spent is even better than the last.

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Moochienanu said:
I have seen the fireworks
Bursting behind a fog so thick
The person ten feet away is obscured,
Subtly lighting the clouds from behind
With a golden hue
Even without seeing the distinct shapes,
I still walked away happy with the feel
Of the boom through my body.
That is, until watching, being with you.
Now those explosions leave me
Resonating in every fiber,
Like a note of music
In exactly the right key,
Made to move only us.

Since our first time viewing
Each crackling second better than the last
Fog and smoke cleared,
And now every time,
Every fiery performance,
Building upon itself
In the time left between.
Finding their ways of infiltrating
Mind, soul, body
Like a clean breath filling stifled lungs.

You helped me to see the contours and edges
Of each spectacular pyrotechnic display
Through your eyes,
And how incredible it feels to know
Each detailed colour,
Each flashing sparkle,
Each moment of anticipation
Before the bang
Then the fizzle
And after the explosion,
Each moment spent is even better than the last.

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A lovely description of those special mind blowing orgasms
 
Last night
We walked a long distance
Back to the car
After the fireworks
And the two boys
Walked into the field behind the car
And pissed together.

I wish, sometimes, that I was born with a penis.
Last night was one of those times.
 
Moochienanu said:
Last night
We walked a long distance
Back to the car
After the fireworks
And the two boys
Walked into the field behind the car
And pissed together.

I wish, sometimes, that I was born with a penis.
Last night was one of those times.
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It’s times like those you need a Shewee
 
July 4-18, 2018 with a stop on the 12th

All I remember
Is waking with a pain,
But that’s not odd in my line of work.
I could handle it.
I am tough.

I flipped
And had full days
Fun days
Increasing my intake of relief
For the subtle, constant rise in pain
Until it was unbearable
And touching solid surfaces left me crying.

And by then
The strength was gone too.
I couldn’t
Open anything
Hold anything
Lift anything
Move anything.
Something was terribly wrong.

The MRI was the longest half hour
Of my life
Filled with classic rock
And tears falling down from the corners of my eyes
To the lobes of my ears.
I had to remove my earring for it
And I couldn’t get it back in completely myself.

When they told me, I cried,
Which wasn’t new
Because I was constantly crying at that point.
‘Horrific’ and ‘how are you able to function?’
Came from multiple physician mouths.

Then I lost days.
Torture was everywhere in the form of
Sitting still
Moving around
Touching things
Sleep.
I couldn’t sleep unless I drugged myself
I kept a schedule written on each of my eleven bottles
Watching television reruns
And slowly dying inside:
Digging my hole
Was the only comfort.

You didn’t understand
And thought I was prevaricating
Because you only wanted to see me smile
And it was your birthday,
So screw what I need, right?
I put my hair up the way you liked
And I sang to you
Between tears
I know should have been a sign
Of how wrong we were for each other.

Then relief was in sight
After what felt like an eternity in 14 days
Of so much crippling pain
Which only plagues in a seldom fashion
Now that it is a year in my past
I am left with the scars
That I carry like a badge
And I had a professional replace my earring
So that I feel a bit more back to me.
I also feel the most supported and genuinely cared for
Than I can remember
Since being a child
Told I could be or do anything with my long life ahead of me.

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Moochienanu said:
All I remember
Is waking with a pain,
But that’s not odd in my line of work.
I could handle it.
I am tough.

I flipped
And had full days
Fun days
Increasing my intake of relief
For the subtle, constant rise in pain
Until it was unbearable
And touching solid surfaces left me crying.

And by then
The strength was gone too.
I couldn’t
Open anything
Hold anything
Lift anything
Move anything.
Something was terribly wrong.

The MRI was the longest half hour
Of my life
Filled with classic rock
And tears falling down from the corners of my eyes
To the lobes of my ears.
I had to remove my earring for it
And I couldn’t get it back in completely myself.

When they told me, I cried,
Which wasn’t new
Because I was constantly crying at that point.
‘Horrific’ and ‘how are you able to function?’
Came from multiple physician mouths.

Then I lost days.
Torture was everywhere in the form of
Sitting still
Moving around
Touching things
Sleep.
I couldn’t sleep unless I drugged myself
I kept a schedule written on each of my eleven bottles
Watching television reruns
And slowly dying inside:
Digging my hole
Was the only comfort.

You didn’t understand
And thought I was prevaricating
Because you only wanted to see me smile
And it was your birthday,
So screw what I need, right?
I put my hair up the way you liked
And I sang to you
Between tears
I know should have been a sign
Of how wrong we were for each other.

Then relief was in sight
After what felt like an eternity in 14 days
Of so much crippling pain
Which only plagues in a seldom fashion
Now that it is a year in my past
I am left with the scars
That I carry like a badge
And I had a professional replace my earring
So that I feel a bit more back to me.
I also feel the most supported and genuinely cared for
Than I can remember
Since being a child
Told I could be or do anything with my long life ahead of me.

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And so nice to see that after all you have been through, you are in a way returning to those thoughts that were so familiar to you before, as a child. You once again realize that you are indeed that same person (perhaps with some new experiences and insights) that can "be or do anything with your long life ahead of you"!

Isn't it nice to reflect how you have grown in so many ways? :)
 
It certainly was a warning that you couldn’t see through your pain at that time that he was the wrong person for you.
I remember some of your posts around the time of your pain and surgery and how you came through it.
 
Moochienanu said:
Now that it is a year in my past
I am left with the scars
That I carry like a badge
And I had a professional replace my earring
So that I feel a bit more back to me.
I also feel the most supported and genuinely cared for
Than I can remember
Since being a child
Told I could be or do anything with my long life ahead of me.
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You are strong and beautiful.
Not merely a survivor, but a conqueror.
I am privileged to call you my friend. 💜🌷💜
 
thinkingofyou3000 said:
And so nice to see that after all you have been through, you are in a way returning to those thoughts that were so familiar to you before, as a child. You once again realize that you are indeed that same person (perhaps with some new experiences and insights) that can "be or do anything with your long life ahead of you"!

Isn't it nice to reflect how you have grown in so many ways? :)
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I am still uncertain if I am the same person I was. I have picked up many pieces and sloughed others. As my epidermis is constantly renewed, so am I. I do like to, in my way, look back at things. I replay memories and thoughts, mistakes and triumphs often. Sometimes I talk about them with the people I care about. Sometimes I share them here as well as a way of processing them.

I have grown, but also, in my heart, I am still little. This leaves me fragile in ways sometimes I still don’t understand.



Wow. How about that for deep thought at 0530?
 
Todger65 said:
It certainly was a warning that you couldn’t see through your pain at that time that he was the wrong person for you.
I remember some of your posts around the time of your pain and surgery and how you came through it.
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Live, learn, divide, grow, close pieces, open others, explore, experience, be found, enjoy the moment.
 
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