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Well, as most of you have gathered I'm really bad at keeping in touch with people who write comments on my stories. In a lame attempt to right the wrongness of my inattentiveness I'd like to thank any and all of you who've made a visit to my derty werks. (upbj and anschul come popping to mind right away, but I know there are many others who comment on my poems too.) I use the excuse that it's been for-freakin'-ever since I've posted anything new, so it's hard to keep track.

My apologies to the thoughtful many. . .
 
The Shiny Object summed it up pretty well, actually. Though I doubt our Beltane would scare anyone around here. [oldfartmode] There were years, however, in the distant past, that some Stuff happened. Beltane can get happily scandalous on occasion. There's something about camping and running around in the woods all night that brings out the fey and the feral in certain people. Not me, of course.[/oldfartmode]

I'll let starling tell you about the bull next door that we seemed to have incited. And that's not like it sounds, either.

Oh it's good to be here. Off to catch up on everything.

bj

Not like it sounds hmmm?
well he was big, black, loud, and of course hung like a bull
he was rambunctious and couldn't seem to get enough of the sexy creatures that were to be seen in the woods on that night. He was insanely curious, and I think just a bit bit jelous that he couldnt join us. He was kinda cute in a way, but I think thats just Kansas talking.
 
I have a question ... is it allowed by the management for one to send back a PM to somebody saying 'fuck off' when they have PM you out of the blue giving full graphic details of what they want to do to you?
 
I have a question ... is it allowed by the management for one to send back a PM to somebody saying 'fuck off' when they have PM you out of the blue giving full graphic details of what they want to do to you?

Absolutely! And you can also put them on ignore so you never have to hear from them again. If you click on the person's name you'll get some options to either add them to your buddy list or put them on ignore. Click on ignore and save it (you'll see that option when you click). Mission accomplished!

The Management :p
 
Mission indeed accomplished ...... funny thing is the name of the person who sent it has never posted anything on this forum at all just a PM to me ...cynical little me wonders if its someone who made that name just so they could send me their filth?
 
Mission indeed accomplished ...... funny thing is the name of the person who sent it has never posted anything on this forum at all just a PM to me ...cynical little me wonders if its someone who made that name just so they could send me their filth?

It might not be anyone who has ever posted here. Might be someone who spotted your avatar. It happens to most of us (well of the female persuasion as far as I know) on occasion. Lauren got one (also out of the blue) once from some man who claimed he could make her levitate. We giggled over that one for a long time. :)
 
Bah. I like my interpretation better. By that interpretation I'm evil, and I suck. Booo.

Oh, I dunno. Maybe it applies on an ethical level too. Ask God next time you see him. Besides, I thought being evil was sorta your style.


homburg:

You should've been in ATL this weekend. You would've worn that phone out.

Or I would've.

I'm rather green with envy over the reports coming in from that gathering; it sounds like it was a lot of fun.

Unfortunately, the princess phone never seems to wear out.


Well, as most of you have gathered I'm really bad at keeping in touch with people who write comments on my stories. In a lame attempt to right the wrongness of my inattentiveness I'd like to thank any and all of you who've made a visit to my derty werks. (upbj and anschul come popping to mind right away, but I know there are many others who comment on my poems too.) I use the excuse that it's been for-freakin'-ever since I've posted anything new, so it's hard to keep track.

My apologies to the thoughtful many. . .

I know what you mean. No apology necessary for me, anyway. I owe a number of people similar thanks.

I've been trying to keep up a bit with comments lately, at least on the new stuff that comes through, but I'm really bad at it. I'm over a week behind again now. There was a time early on when I was so excited about how many people were actually reading my stuff that I'd check in like every other day just to watch the numbers. These days I only go in about once a month. It's always neato to find some new comment on something that's been up for six months.



I have a question ... is it allowed by the management for one to send back a PM to somebody saying 'fuck off' when they have PM you out of the blue giving full graphic details of what they want to do to you?

You mean you didn't want to hear all those graphic details? Sorry. I'll stop.


OK, I admit it... committments scare the crap out of me, even small ones. This is an aspect of my Dom-ness. When I commit to something, I'm giving up some control, and I don't like that.

Also, deciding to write is not something I usually do, which is why most of my stuff is sentimental. This reminds me of going to the firing range, with an unfamiliar weapon.

All that being said, I also feel compelled to exhibit good sportsmanship, so I guess I'm in. So what will be the theme of this poetic cluster?

Ah Smitty, not to worry. This will be easy, have a pretty general topic (which is still being decided) and you'll have plenty of time to come up with something. I thoroughly understand being a control freak um I mean Dom, but these challenges are not the sort of thing to get too concerned about -- at least mine aren't.

I'm working on the frame of that today and Ange has said she'd help me with setting up the poll to see who all is into the idea. It will either be a topic or a title, which will be announced AFTER everyone has committed one way or the other.

I tend to comfort myself with the idea that everyone is in the same boat in a situation like this.

But a piece of advice: DO NOT agree to a poetry shoot-out challenge with Champagne. She once kicked my ass while she was crippled and sedated.

bj
 
This is the Olympic Mountains, looking towards (I think) Bainbridge Island in the foreground. This picture was probably taken from one of the downtown office towers, judging from the angle and the height. The boat in the foreground is the Seattle-Winslow ferry (Winslow is the town in the harbor on the left half of the picture.)

Winslow and Bainbridge Island are in Kitsap County, where I grew up, though it is at the north part of the county and my home was in the south (basically directly across Puget Sound from Seattle).

If I walk half a block west from my house, I have a view roughly like the top half of this picture.

I can see Mt. Rainier from my front porch. Not quite like this, though.

Green Lake Park is maybe a mile from my house.

I'm about two miles north of the University of Washington. This picture was apparently taken from the top of the Art Building with the cherry trees in full bloom.

Pike Place Fish is the place where you see the guys flinging yard-long salmon around like rugby balls on TV. It's part of the Pike Place Market downtown.

Kerry Park on Queen Anne Hill is where the reporters always stand to tape their "I'm here in Seattle" reports.

The Skagit Valley, about an hour north of me has tulip fields. Daffodils too.

But don't move here. It rains a lot. You wouldn't like it.
 
Oh, I dunno. Maybe it applies on an ethical level too. Ask God next time you see him. Besides, I thought being evil was sorta your style.

Well, yes, but I do enjoy complicating things. Just Evil would be too simple. I want to be ambiguous enough that the heroes will question themselves before blowing up my secret island lair.


I'm rather green with envy over the reports coming in from that gathering; it sounds like it was a lot of fun.

Unfortunately, the princess phone never seems to wear out.

bj

Y'know, I've heard that, but never run into one that couldn't be worn out.
 
Tzed, those are gorgeous. With all the clouds, i think that area would be rather bad for my psyche, especially when one considers that Kansas has more sunny days than any other state except Hawaii. I'm rather addicted to that burning ball of fire in the sky. But rain sure makes everything beautifully green...

And Hat-boy, your confidence never ceases to amaze me, especially since you're one of the few people whose bravado may in fact be rather completely deserved.

off for now, to get home before this hits. (No, go ahead and click it. It's not poo on a fan; it's a weather radar link.)

bj
 
the end of a good combination

miserable bored and lonely
never a good combination
I am envious
of the past
of you
of her

how I hate you both
for not understanding
for not accepting
for not acknowledging

"its not up to you"
"you have nothing to do with it"

I am dried up,
chewed up
spit out
all done with the taste of me

but still you crave me
you are feeling the pain of my absence
you curse your weakness
curse what you cant understand as love

she still teases me so
letting me in as far as innocence allows
still depending on me
not admitting any deeper love

still I am here
desperate for what once was
letting me be picked at
for only to feel the joy of rapture
at your sharp tugs

I love you both
I hate you both

pretending you don't want me
me pretending I don't want you
when all of us deep down know that it isn't true
 
Mission indeed accomplished ...... funny thing is the name of the person who sent it has never posted anything on this forum at all just a PM to me ...cynical little me wonders if its someone who made that name just so they could send me their filth?

Well it sure wasn't me. I'll send you filth over this channel. In public. 'Cause I know you like my kind of filth.

Yeah, I'm back. Just got in after stressing all day over my 30/30 submission. Finally got it in at 9:30. I actually like it. Think it's one of my best. But a lot you all care, what with the lack of food since I've been busy. Maybe it's too much alcohol.

I know I'VE been away all day celebrating Cinco D' Mayo. Tequila, tequila, tequila, and then, for dessert, tequila. It's a wonder I can still see.

Hey, Kansas (either one of you), how's the weather up there? Safe today? Hope so. Radar doesn't look so good.

Well this must sound like a drunken rage. Ole!!

Ange, my 30/30 today was inspired by you. Thanks. See ya all after I sleep this thing off.
Love you all. Really!

A
 
And Hat-boy, your confidence never ceases to amaze me, especially since you're one of the few people whose bravado may in fact be rather completely deserved.

bj

My definition of "worn out" is generally my partner succumbing to exhaustion and me no longer being able to rouse her for more. There are a few more characteristics, such as no longer being able to produce adequate lubrication, pain upon penetration that prevents enjoyment of intercourse (this one is fluid depending on the person in question), etc.

My favourite version of "worn out" is my partner calling her boss the next morning and claiming illness, with the real reason being totally inability to walk. Seen that more than once.

And, as an aside, just spent an hour setting myself and viv on fire. Fireplay is fun.
 
It might not be anyone who has ever posted here. Might be someone who spotted your avatar. It happens to most of us (well of the female persuasion as far as I know) on occasion. Lauren got one (also out of the blue) once from some man who claimed he could make her levitate. We giggled over that one for a long time. :)

My answering Pm Was short (6 words only) I didn't want to labour my point but I think it would have got my message across...

You mean you didn't want to hear all those graphic details? Sorry. I'll stop.[/I].

bj

Hey have you grown a penis or is that the strap on variety then?

Now onto another matter and and far be it for me to suggest you had anything to do with it butttttttttt I am still popping light bulbs and not just in my own house I managed 3 in one go yesterday in a friends kitchen which is some going. Next year remind me to lay in a stock to tide me over

This is the Olympic Mountains, looking towards (I think) Bainbridge Island in the foreground. This picture was probably taken from one of the downtown office towers, judging from the angle and the height. The boat in the foreground is the Seattle-Winslow ferry (Winslow is the town in the harbor on the left half of the picture.)

Winslow and Bainbridge Island are in Kitsap County, where I grew up, though it is at the north part of the county and my home was in the south (basically directly across Puget Sound from Seattle).

If I walk half a block west from my house, I have a view roughly like the top half of this picture.

I can see Mt. Rainier from my front porch. Not quite like this, though.

Green Lake Park is maybe a mile from my house.

I'm about two miles north of the University of Washington. This picture was apparently taken from the top of the Art Building with the cherry trees in full bloom.

Pike Place Fish is the place where you see the guys flinging yard-long salmon around like rugby balls on TV. It's part of the Pike Place Market downtown.

Kerry Park on Queen Anne Hill is where the reporters always stand to tape their "I'm here in Seattle" reports.

The Skagit Valley, about an hour north of me has tulip fields. Daffodils too.

But don't move here. It rains a lot. You wouldn't like it.

Could I perhaps come visit?

My definition of "worn out" is generally my partner succumbing to exhaustion and me no longer being able to rouse her for more. There are a few more characteristics, such as no longer being able to produce adequate lubrication, pain upon penetration that prevents enjoyment of intercourse (this one is fluid depending on the person in question), etc.

My favourite version of "worn out" is my partner calling her boss the next morning and claiming illness, with the real reason being totally inability to walk. Seen that more than once.

And, as an aside, just spent an hour setting myself and viv on fire. Fireplay is fun.

I wouldn't be much fun for you then I have a tendency to be tender very quickly
 
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Last night I figured out how to stop everyone smoking it is so obvious I am amazed no one has ever thought of it before. It is painfree and involves no drugs and is completely foolproof . I know it works as I tested it myself last night but I need to get some big corporation involved to make it viable I will make millions when I make my announcement (If I knew where to make it) anyone want to invest? My only worry is that it won't please the big tobacco companies and I could end up on someones hit list. This is not a joke it workssssss!!
 
Hey have you grown a penis or is that the strap on variety then?

Now onto another matter and and far be it for me to suggest you had anything to do with it butttttttttt I am still popping light bulbs and not just in my own house I managed 3 in one go yesterday in a friends kitchen which is some going. Next year remind me to lay in a stock to tide me over

Haven't you heard? I'm actually a man. Everyone knows that.

If you keep blowing lightbulbs, I suggest some "grounding" regularly. Carry hematite or jasper or black tourmaline, or dig your hands around in a bowl of salt, or go out and hug a tree. It's probably not a coincidence; I deal with that sort of thing in the shop a lot.


Last night I figured out how to stop everyone smoking it is so obvious I am amazed no one has ever thought of it before. It is painfree and involves no drugs and is completely foolproof . I know it works as I tested it myself last night but I need to get some big corporation involved to make it viable I will make millions when I make my announcement (If I knew where to make it) anyone want to invest? My only worry is that it won't please the big tobacco companies and I could end up on someones hit list. This is not a joke it workssssss!!

Tell me. If it works, I will send you cash and prizes. Seriously.

bj
 
There are ways to fix pretty much everything. You just have to be willing to do the hard, grinding, painful work necessary to acclimate.

My dear man I am 58 years old and tho as I have mentioned before I am still recently deflowered virgin tight I have tried one or two hard grindings already and if I haven't toughened up by now I don't think it's going to happen and still retain that just plucked (yes plucked) quality
 
My dear man I am 58 years old and tho as I have mentioned before I am still recently deflowered virgin tight I have tried one or two hard grindings already and if I haven't toughened up by now I don't think it's going to happen and still retain that just plucked (yes plucked) quality

Where there is movement, there is chance for improvement. It's an axiom PT's use for injury rehab, but it works here too. You just need to know *how* to do it properly. And, moreover, have the will to execute the necessary acts.
 
Personally, although the research could possibly be fun up to a point, I don't think I want to be toughened up I mean to say who wants to be like an old boot in the nether regions?
 
My dear man I am 58 years old and tho as I have mentioned before I am still recently deflowered virgin tight I have tried one or two hard grindings already and if I haven't toughened up by now I don't think it's going to happen and still retain that just plucked (yes plucked) quality


You are 58???!!!!

that sounds like a fib, when said in conjunction with your photo. you do not look it m'dear.

:)
 
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