Wisdom of the Ass Masters

So I'm sitting there in the middle of a growing, and increasingly sketchy, semi-anonymous group scene with some guy giving me what would have been a really great blow job, except I couldn't stop thinking about Thai Food. Padh Si Yeuw or Koo Chai or both, I kept asking myself, and should I go to Sanamluang or Ocha Thai Classic on Beverly, and I wonder how late the latter is open; oh, it's probably closed anyway. Or should I just stop for a cheeseburger at Jack in the Box? Hmm, Thai noodles or a cheeseburger. Well, the cheeseburger has less calories, but the noodles, especially with the Chinese brocolli that I adore, is much more nutritious. Then again, they're also more expensive and I have to drive further, and get out of my car, and wait longer, to procure them...

At that point, I decided I was definitely not going to get another hard-on, and that I had to get on with the further ritualizing of my late night machinations. However, my favorite Thai place was closed and there was a long line at the Jack in the Box near my house, so I chose the next most direct route home, through the Del Taco drive thru, and ended up with chicken tacos after all that circuitous deliberation.

They were okay. Hit the spot as well as could be expected. Like the sex. Junk food. Junk sex. Expedient. Not an entirely unlaudable lone trait. And better with hot sauce or your favorite condiment.

"The glass is always full:
Even with no water in it there is always air.
That's physics not faith."

-TheWildThing, manhunt.net

I made love with a guy last night
whose father's birthday is the same as mine.
"Daddy," he joked when the subject came up,
somehow, after a good, long, hard fuck,
me on top, the way I like it these days.
It was the first time anyone had ever called me that.
And even though it was in a mocking tone,
with an Australian accent,
and he was three years older than me
and two inches taller to boot,
it felt oddly sweet
and sick at the same time
as the sweetest things often do.

Later, as he sucked on one of my tits
in the afterglow, I started thinking
about Thai food; late night rice noodles;
there's a place that's open until four....
And then I fell anew into his touch...
his touch was the kind of touch
that sets electric currents sizzling
through channels you didn't even know
could be illuminated.

Needless to say, I kept his phone number.
And I made do with drive-thru tacos instead.
I'd forgotten all about the lure of Thai food.

Man after man, and no meeting point
save the hot rod-soft spot merge.
Quite a connection, that, I agree,
but the faces become one hungry grin,
and the voices one voice, yearning,
moaning for more and more of me,
and I, far away from myself, morphing,
moving ever away from what they see
in me, or want to find, at least;
I gird myself for a good jolting quake
for the sake of form and passion,
but fake the rave when it peaks,
then fade away and radiate,
boundaries re-animating,
truths retreating,
arms uncoiling
from the conquest,
feeling nothing
but the warm,
hypnotic
blur.

"DO ONE THING EVERY DAY THAT SCARES YOU...!

I would rather have 30 minutes of 'WONDERFUL' than a lifetime of nothing special. Feel the fear and do it anyway. Anything I've ever done that ultimately was worthwhile... initially scared me to death."

-DeeperInMeOC, manhunt.net

"That hanky code they used to have was probably a lot easier than this...and a lot more colorful!"

-WannaplayinWeho, manhunt.net

"Some people are like Slinkies ....Not really good for anything......
But they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down a
flight of stairs."

hollywoodbttmguy, manhunt.net

photo by J.L. Riddle

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"So Big It Requires Two Airline Seats....NO, it's NOT my ass."

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"The world is going to have to deal with big dick."

-a cryptic statement from a close friend while on a mutual mild mushroom trip

Wham! The big dick beats
the bass for the march of lust.
Keep it up, two, three, four...