Forfeit To Benefit

It's ready. It is finished and mastered. I hope you enjoy it!


Joe.

Fetching Fridays

I'm going to leave you with another beautiful image from this immensely successful set: Ladies Aika, Aimi and Nomi.



Hey, that's how I sit on the couch too!

Joe.

PS

Post Script, that is.
My blog is not a Bible. It will not cover all subjects in a broad, well rounded way. It will include a personal touch every once in a while. It will never be detached or addressing all possible audiences.
It will cover details and only details sometimes, assuming that you are a 100% sane, well-rounded human being. It is to be read in the context of the date it was published on in the context it was published in. (This means that if it says "have sex" or something, it is assuming you know it means consenting adult sex with other human beings. I am not a lawyer and I don't intend to express myself like one. If I was, apparently it wouldn't do me any good anyway).
But more than anything else, keep in mind that it is human. It is not always wise or balanced. It is sometimes too explicit, sometimes too vague. But it is prayed about, and it is trying--not to please everyone, but to be wholesome at least, and Family for sure.
So crucify the flesh.

Joe.

Fetching Fridays

Wow. Just, I am speechless. It's something blossoming in the effervescent look in her eyes. This is a staredown with some furious chemistry going on. Beautiful.

Joe.

Fetching Fridays

That is beautiful. Such a sneak peek.

Casual About Intimacy

I don't understand people who are like, "Oh my God, you had sex with THEM?" It's like, "Yes, we happen to turn each other on and there was nothing else pressing to do at the time."
Sex, to me, is not a big emotional deal at all. It's like giving someone an extended hug. It's not like I feel like I'm crossing universal emotional piracy laws when I have sex with someone simply because of convenience: I am there and they are there too--why not?
Maybe I feel altogether far too casual about intimacy but I mean, if someone wanted the luxury of a kind word even when they didn't exactly qualify for the kind word charity food line out behind the homeless shelter, for God's sake let's exchange some kind words and make everyone feel better all around. I have a tongue, there's no shame in rolling out the red carpet.
But it has to be comfortable too. If they're not comfortable with me for whatever personal reason then forget about it, let's just sit apart and avoid eye contact rather than my every blink being misinterpretted and parried. I don't like it when there's this whole mystique and mirrors of, "But they've already had sex with my friend and this other person I know. How can I just let them have me like that so easy." Honestly, who but the most small-minded people are counting? Sex is supposed to happen. Get out of the whole "just another notch on her bedpost" mindset and let her have it. Maybe she'll put up two notches for you.
But really, the whole trepidation about presentation and what if they ask me and how will I deal with it and what if someone calls me a slut and what will they think if we lock eyes or hold hands in a crowded room, and what about the politically incorrect global climate as pertaining to casual heterosexual relations these days? It's just so confusing. Beating around the bush is for beaten men. As I'm writing this, I received an offline that said, "Too bad you're not gonna be at the camp, I wanted to f*** you so bad."
Is there something wrong with that? Is it not honest? Is it unjust? Is it impure, if you conjecture that God creating fucking? It sure is lovely. Is it not of a good report (sure was music to MY ears)? If there be any virtue, if there be any praise, think on these things.
I'm going to be thinking on that thing.

Joe.

Fetching... Someday..

Sorry guys... visa trip.
Let me break the silence with some serious effort...
Tomorrow...

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