There are as many reasons why a man might enjoy a fetish as there are fetishes for a man to enjoy.

Sometimes we don't have a clue why we are attracted to... oh let's say, cowboys or fisting or hip-waders. Sometimes we are only afforded half-glimpses into a subconscious desire that is never fully understood. Sometimes the reasons are simple and ( Read more... )

You walk through the door, the click click of your shoes on the tile floor, the cavernous, muffled tone of the sounds and then, it hits you, the smell. It's dank, musty, hormonal. A little like cum and a little like mold, with slight hints of bodywash and baby powder ( Read more... )

 
In the pursuit of experiencing as much of life as I can before the big ending, I decided to say, "Yes!" to ball torture.

Well, maybe not torture. It wasn't that hardcore. No pain was involved.

(Okay, side note: I always thought pain was the deal breaker. "I don't do pain." It's out of the question. But most times someone sticks their big ol' dick up ( Read more... )

I got a new computer and for the first time in my 49 years I have... a webcam.

It was built-in; I had no choice. Besides I've had enough people wanting to webcam with me now that I have kind of run out of excuses not to. And when my old computer's internet port finally busted for good and I realized it was time for a new laptop anyway... well, ( Read more... )

It's true. I've been gone a bit too long. There are lots of reasons: the book I'm writing, the changes in the workplace, my computer finally dying, other deaths. But somehow they are just reasons and not really explanations ( Read more... )

Paganism, in its fundamental forms, is the indigenous religion found around the globe. It takes specific localized forms for the simple reason that paganism believes there is power (divinity) in all things, so those powers become specified by location and the things found in those locations: Coyote and Raven in the Pacific Northwest, Brigid in the ( Read more... )

Bellies are beautiful.

God, this is not what you hear every day at work, on TV, from your mother or your government, but let me say it again: Bellies are beautiful.

We live in a fear-mongering culture because it’s the best way to keep us obedient and buying shit, so everywhere around us are messages that being big is bad, that you’ll only be happy ( Read more... )

When I was younger, I had a serious crush on Smokey the Bear.

Okay, maybe I still do. The thick human fingers and beefy arms; the manly chest and the beer belly, the old-fashioned dungarees, rolled up at the bottom. He was authoritative, but friendly; kindly but slightly gruff. A bear to be reckoned with, yes SIR!

When Smokey points that finger at me ( Read more... )

Damn, I got manic horny on the internet last night. I hate it when that happens. And I love it, too.

I’m sure I’m not alone on this one: it’s late, you’re avoiding going to bed (for one reason or another). You visit some internet site to either chat or watch, and the next thing you know it’s 3 o’clock in the morning and you’ve handed out your email ( Read more... )

Today is the day. This is it, guys. There ain’t no guarantees of tomorrow.

I spend so much time looking back on what was and might have been. I spend even more worrying about the things yet to do and what’s going to happen in the future. But we all know that’s rubbish. It may seem corny to some, soft and sentimental, but there’s no harder truth than ( Read more... )