gettting back to things

About a month ago, I joined a gym. Except for tossing around paint cans prior to attending CLAW (seriously), I haven’t worked out since I left Phoenix. Yes, that would be just over eleven years. Ugh, how do such things fall away…? Anyway, I have full, hard muscles again, and I am happy. My arms […]

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frogs

Last night I had a rather ordinary dream, mostly about family distractions provided by actual real world family members. The rather extraordinary part is really what sticks to me though… Early into it, someone handed me two tiny bird eggs. Only they weren’t. I tended to them, and shortly they hatched. One had a tiny […]

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bad actors

I carry a sense of rightness – or right-doing – with me walking through the world. It is an important thing to me, sadly, sometimes to the point of being debilitating. I currently find myself so mired by the stipulation of acting as the man I choose to be that I cannot function. I don’t […]

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epiphany while CLAWed

I was being clawed, well, picked, I suppose. I attended CLAW 12 this past weekend, serving as boy to Dr. Jones from the 15 Association in SF. I had a good time, time shift and lack of sleep aside. More importantly, I had a major revelation during a brief play session with Dr. Jones. I […]

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