Heart Wrenching Expository

It is Christmas time and agreeably it has become about gifting, regifting and black Fridays. So the expections are more about the big tickets like items, a diamond ring or a brand new and expensive car.

And then the neighbors pining through a kitchen window,  about that car.   But we know that that is not the feeling we wish.

It is not even the Christmas classics but the cookies, the fudge, mistle-toe and Holly.  And it is about ….. the stocking.   Not much fits in it,   but it’s relatively small size,  belies,  its intrinsic value.    The handmade ornaments, made of construction paper.  It IS all about the intrinsicness of childhood,  free of spending money on things,  you can do without and a lot of which,  are returned.   Like regifted fruitcake and leftover meals.

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Due to a loss of the stocking, a large space is left and then it becomes adult recreation that fulfills the void left by wrapping paper and bills that make matters worse.

There are incontributibutable tales, of years of real peace,  that continues and that manifests itself in an acceptable drama and a welcoming catharsis, that even Christmas cannot fufill.

Rather than an escape,  but an admix of pleasure and release.  A moment or moments, that seem to outsiders as bizzare and even sociopathic.

Is there anything more sociopathic than Black Friday, that can be done online?  So,  I muse over muses like in Xanadu,  the rekindling of escape and solicitude,  giving and receiving the very need that seems to slip through our fingers.

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 The silk of sin and pleasureable moods never leaves and the fulfilment, exotic to a fault, but that is the pleasure and romance one needs.   Total abandonment and reclusive release.  The corporal silk of the sensitivity of the skin and the control  over it.  Never to subsist,  but growing in confidence.

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Everbody Wants to Rule the World.


In our nascent days as people,  we stood for liberty and the pursuit of happiness.  We also had churches dictating the position that we could have sex.   To achieve that end,  government and religion would invaribly have to be voyeurs as well.    It seems to me,  the government has too many bigger issues to worry about,  than consensual play between consulting adults.


“The onset of mania occurs when when repression is no longer able to resist the assaults of the repressed instincts.”

Karl Abraham

More importantly we do not take the time to listen,   but we judge and assume too many things.   Most of which, are not true.   We try to find a witch to burn and are amazed when some or many, sing in acapella.  About the differences from one life to another.

“Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled”

Bob Dylan

We can’t quite figure it out and rather than to leave people alone,  we enact new laws that restrict people, from the right, to the pursuit of their own happiness.

In fifty years,  most of us will be long gone and those laws,  like their effectiveness,  will serve no purpose.   Agreeably,  there is a need to restrict certain ‘illegal’ behaviors,  but for all the billions we spend on foster children and child welfare,  there are still homeless and abused children, with social workers who live  comfortably, but still no safe place for said children to live.

The legislators and moralists preach restraint.  One codifies the law, to enforce their causes and the other a moral platitude, that never can be met.  Today, the hippies of generations past,  are lawyers, judges and preachers.  They tell young adults, that they can’t drink until they are 21,  as if that arbitrary number actually does save lives.

Or preachers who are popping young women,  driving off bridges and telling us,  that God dissaproves,  of what we are doing.   Memo to the Elmer Gantys of the world, we know what you are doing and did do, when you were young.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’

Bob Dylan

One Tin Soldier

Like the BDSM community,  who regulate their own,  and there are those who are those people who are out there, who are true sadists, who give the lot of them, a bad name.  But moreover,  the doms are very compassionate of their charges and ask them (subs/slaves) what are the limits. Most really do care!  They love their people and hate those who do not follow the rules of that community.

At stake is the very existence of their lifestyle,  who to the outsider,  does seem bizarre.  But being bizarre is not a crime and the participants do volunteer and their bosses, make sure, that the verbal contract, is not breached.



Remember: this is not about you: parents and friends.

This is about the beauty of life an the indescribable joy of self-satisfaction.