Philippe

Even with his herbal prowess I questioned whether he had a bong.

Well, before tv got to where everything is a slap in the face, there were no bedroom scenes. There were teasing, winks, and that last check of the room, hallway, are even the yard before door closed and lights out. Then was just the implied smiles, jibes, questions from those less…fortunate, or old enough, that were then scolded. So waking sciences (fade in) or nighttime what I’m about to do (fade out), if laid out well can sometimes be quite fulfilling as it allows each reader to envision their …own touch??

Huh 🤔 Kinsey scale?? I think you’re possibly trying to say they’ve been lying to or about themselves. Yet having a gay lover in college myself but then finding a true love later with the one that became my wife and mother of my kids…and yes a monogamous relationship for decades, I can say love to me is about the person, not just the sexy bits. Sexual attraction is more fluid for some than others, and I know I didn’t like people telling me what I was or should be doing based on their sexuality and feelings. Yes now, I do consider myself more gay, but a lot of that is my personal bias from life experience, not taste, but events that has jaundiced my feelings of female relationships, expectations, and manipulation. I personally just feel women are too much work and even then they’re never truly happy…with themselves, and then that translates to their hubbies. That doesn’t mean there’s no chance I might find another but I doubt doing so, not lack of attraction but because I’ve been burned and betrayed…and I just don’t need or want what many women want these days; it’s not just sexuality.

No, don’t stop, don’t stop 🛑 And no mean no…so don’t stop! 🤣 You misunderstood, I said an extra two days to wait. Argh, this is gonna be tough.

The.bad news now is…there’s an extra two days to wait until we find out if round two gets elevated or we see Gavinization cockblocking our marauding virgins. Hey Davin, did you use a new shower cleaner, something left spray marks with drip stains on the glass; the cleaners are gonna be making phots to send mom. All together, say jizz…I mean cheez. I’m (still) dreaming of a white Christmas, just like …

I had no intent to reply as done it just started to happen, once begun.

Grandma has a plan, even Tabby doesn’t know what, but at least he was already prepared knowing granny. But Alvin…pure wild alley cat 🐈‍⬛.

Instead of Tim the tool man we have the two stooges on plumbing…indoor and …outdoor, then the over the fence neighbor with academic reflections or distractions, that probably spared Alvin more plumbing issues; hard pipes vs hard water. 😗

I don’t know…that sawdust on those chest hairs rolling upon the sculptured oak known as Tabby…that may glisten beige…but who cares, it’s that little bead of sweat that…argh.

1000 words! 😂

Plus his interest in the Casey testimony may have had him staking out that process to then connect Rick and the other boys…that secondary hide away is sounding more likely by the day. I thought with the knowledge of Corcoran being at Rick’s neighborhood at that known time, that they might make the move then but the total depth of urgency has not been felt yet.

Ho Ho Ho, and a Merry Christmas gift he did bestow Jacy, kicked out from home, one of extremism and lies A wet, cold ride, ends with warming by an kiln stove A moment changes all, a vision says Fletcher could die Rushing to rescue, a grandfather, known but few hour Found, as his vision revealed, off to get grandpa healed The hospital overwhelming, Jacy suffers a mental shower Escape to spirit world, Jacy’s fate, his spirit guide, sealed A turbulent day, a turbulent night, one calming fur ball New dawn, new day, Fletcher prescribed new medicine Not of bottle, herbs ok, but living alone not good at all A home, a teacher, found, a growing medicine man den. Gray Owl, so new, different, many changes for family tree Daisy gone, Michael still there, a teenager in Fletcher’s hair What does it mean, gifts they speak, his future yet to see A new life, his true life to live, much to learn if he dare A very Merry Christmas, his crown in heaven does glow

Talk about dark…and you went darker—or kill him in his room, jeepers creepers! This does take on a darker aspect of imprisonment, yet throw in a type of beauty and the beast, why doesn’t his rescuer speak more than stay in your room. likewise, how could Kieran possibly turn in his rescuer…the only one to care, the one that cleaned his wounds, the one that made his…heart flutter.

That’s what Joel said

He just heard…get a piece of….

Wow interesting this cricket, somewhat sexual it seems. Shall they share the crease again, to take turns at bat, as I’m sure they’re going to be ready for batter up at any time. Standing at the crease, taking a batters stance, looking to knock a few balls. Hmmm 🤔, all in an open lot of the neighborhood. Wow 😮, do they have naked cricket too? Batter Up!

It is and it has. 😀 Merry Christmas 🎄🎁

Well I am dreaming for more of this story.

That’s quite ok, quickies can still be very satisfying.

@Jason Rimbaud?

It’s better as a marinade, most meat softens after applied.

Ok, as I make this statement please understand…I love meat (yeah, that too) but, I’m not a steak person; yes I admit. Steak to me gets too repetitive in favor and taste without a refresher to enhance and/or cut the grease and natural favors from coating the taste buds. Much like cleansing the palate with pickled ginger while enjoying the many varieties of sushi, the process just resets the palate to enjoy the next new flavor, or even for a new bite of the same to taste…like the first time. Yes, I love steak with my steak sauce, the flavors are more of the meat will set how much meat I’ll eat with each bite. So sauces, if properly chosen for the meat, will cut the tastes that linger; but lingers not in its entirety, leaning towards a meaty or gamy after taste; even perfectly cooked the heat, the searing, the ageing, etc. doesn’t breakdown all that meatiness into pure goodness…not for me anyway. After several bites of a delicious steak, it just starts to taste like a piece sugar cane after the juiciness is chewed out of it…only the fiber and bulk remains to make it a chore to finish. Believe me I know, I’m a minority that doesn’t cherish steak. I tend to prefer meats simmered to tender morsel melting in my mouth. Think of it much like Chinese meat dishes, where those nuggets are soaked or marinated for tenderness and flavor; and being nuggets, the flavors are more universally transferred and those thin membranes broken down through and through for very tender bites.

Hmmm 🤔, seems to be some messaging blurting out from that little admission; perhaps galvanizing the “Do as I say, not as I do” saying?

Butt such a beautiful…horizon it must be; butt surely that also gives him an appreciation for …new horizons too.