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(To the tune of the Volga Boatmen)

Happy birthday!

Oh happy birthday!

Misery, sickness and despair,

People dying everywhere, but

Happy birthday!

oh Happy birthday!

You loved sex and had a boodle, 

now your dick’s a useless noodle

but Happy birthday

ohHappy Birthday!

(twenty more verses to follow)

(To the tune of the Volga Boatmen)

Happy birthday!

Oh happy birthday!

Misery, sickness and despair,

People dying everywhere, but

Happy birthday!

oh Happy birthday!

You loved sex and had a boodle, 

now your dick’s a useless noodle

but Happy birthday

ohHappy Birthday!

(twenty more verses to follow)

This past weekend I took my first .5 slam. A new record for me; my biggest slam ever. It seemed to take an eternity as I watched my admin depress the plunger sending the drug flowing into my vein.  When he released the tourniquet my cough reaction was really intense. I felt wrapped in thunder and lighting all at once, and I dived down to suck his dick. I could barely control myself while he took his own slam. I was pre-cumming all over the floor as I watched him before he took my hand and headed for the bedroom. “Let’s fuck,” he said, and for the next four hours he fucked my brain out. We tried to film some of it but neither of us could hold the camera steady enough to get anything decent. Maybe “decent” is a poor choice of words.

[think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/pnp-slammer-14593600

I’m in Palm Springs for Leather  pride , gay pride and Halloween, and I have been very bad! My first slam was a few days ago and a .36. That was on top of several hits on a glass pipe and chem-piss up my ass. Then fucked all night by two of the most amazing men. This is the best Pride ever.

A short time ago, I was diagnosed with spinal stenosis. A real shock considering what an active lifestyle I lead. I have surgery scheduled for two more weeks away, but meanwhile the pain is kind of agonizing. I made the discovery at Tina it’s pretty much an effective painkiller, more so than oxycodone. I’m trying not to overuse it, but the temptation is pretty strong. And the sex, the other effective painkiller, it’s becoming more and more difficult. Lol (I can barely laugh at myself!)

A week or so ago I mentioned to you that I was facing back surgery for spinal stenosis. I was barely able to walk through at that time and I have been in a bad mental place. I had the surgery two days ago and although it’s still early I am walking, albiet with a cane, and at least now I’m hopeful for further improvement. I know this isn’t really the place for forming deep, lasting friendships, but some of you who knew what was happening to me we’re kind enough to offer words of support and encouragement and some virtual handholding.  I really appreciated that.

And so I wanted to usher in the New Year properly. I began with a “forty” slam and a hot bondage session with the meth-daddy that launched me.

And so the fun begins! My partner and I arrived in Palm Springs Last night.  But with delays on both ends of the white it was late when we got here and checked into iINNDulge and just crashed.  Probably a bad choice of words, because, you know, wine. Lol

One amazing little incident at the Kansas City terminal where we were flying out: We just got pulled aside at security, patted down, and got our hands swabbed. No big deal I thought, because I’ve been putting down the floor, searched  actually, Because I’m a silicon residue on my hands. Silicon just happens to be used in making many explosive devices as well have in sexual lubricants. I knew where mine came from. Lol. 

This time, however, the residue was not silicon. It was a “powdery substance.” I mentally slapped my forehead, remembering the line had taken earlier that day.  But, thankfully no detainment. Moral here, if you believe in those: wash your hands, wash your hands, wash your hands!

Oh, and I brought along 41 lbs of leather. When the ticketing agent lifted it off the scale, her eyes got really big.  

BZ  has really been quiet the last couple of days.

Fuck! A few minutes ago I gave myself my first ever booty bump. Now I know why they say never do drugs alone. I need a cock. Or two!

Happy new year, everyone! 
May your business be lucrative, and your pleasures, dark, and twisted!

Have just taken ecstasy for the first time tonight. 

Heading to New York with my husband early in the morning to celebrate my 20th anniversary. We both hope we can find a little fun too ,but even though we’re both vaccinated, we’re both nervous about covid in the crowded bars.

Heads up, guys. There are some real weirdos on this site. Someone messaged me asking me to meet them in the woods at midnight for a Satanic ritual, and then they didn’t even show up!

Heads up, guys. There are some real weirdos on this site. Someone messaged me asking me to meet them in the woods at midnight for a Satanic ritual, and then they didn’t even show up!

I can’t believe I’m saying this. I’ve been thinking about this for a while. I’ve been thinking about becoming poz. I am spinning right now, and that’s all I can think about. However there is only one man that I want to poz me, And I don’t even know for sure if he is poz. I’ve been very careful, taken all my prep on time, gotten regularly tested. But this the man who changed my life by introducing me to Tina. I know that I’m not in love with him, and he may not want to poz me. Yet I want to offer this to him. It’s crazy, Because I have an almost perfect life. But as I sit out here overlooking the city and smoking a bowl, I am leaking strings of pre-come just at the thought. Nobody but him,  though. Just him.

I just smoked Tina for he first time ever. Pretty fucking amazing. But a slam is better.

I once wrote that gay guys are only interested in one thing - the size of your bulge. Before age 40 that’s the size of the bulge between your legs. After age 40 that’s the size of the bulge in your hip pocket.

I’m having something of a confrontation lately with myself. It seems that during this past couple of years of Covid and isolation and all, I’ve grown gray.  Or silver/white or something. One part of me actually kind of likes it. But then this past week on a whim I decided to also grow a beard. The result was different, kind of patchy gray in the middle of my usual brown. And I didn’t care for it at all I did not care for it much at all, nor was I interested in trying to dye or color it. So I kept the hair and shaved the beard. I was never one  for the Mennonite-chic look anyway. But the conundrum is this: even though I still feel and act like a boy, I can’t deny that I’m facing the inevitable aging process, and that just kind of sucks. I like still being able to go out and get sex whenever I want it.

I’m not sure if I am bothering to post this here. Just talking to myself actually I guess. But three weeks ago. I had some major spinal surgery. The good news is, I’m finally walking again, if somewhat jerkily. The bad news is I finally got a look at the incision without any bandages any bandages over it. And I can’t say that it’s very attractive. It is a stupid concern, I admit, but we all have our vanity. And as I am pretty much a bottom, I wonder if it’s going to turn people off. Nothing really to be done about it. And there are certain benefits to walking again. Life, you know. I’m probably blowing the smallest worry into something bigger than it really is.

In the ongoing saga of my husband and his idiot boyfriend, this new entry . You may recall in chapter one that I gave his boyfriend a pretty good booty-bump a few weeks ago and then proceeded to fuck him on every flat service in the condo. My Oh so cavalier husband, who thinks he’s entitled to all the sex he wants outside of our relationship but I’m not, was outraged and outrageously jealous. Never mind that my husband had given me permission to   booty-bump his boyfriend – fuck it, 43-year-old gold-digger – knew what he was taking and asked for it. 

Now to make bring us up-to-date. My husband was hemming and hawing and scowling and growling for two weeks, and finally asked me to give him and his boyfriend a booty bump in the expectation that the same powerful passion would sweep them up as it had his boyfriend and Me. Instead, as it turned out, Tina resulted in major Tina dick for both of them, and instead of waves of passion - God that sounds like something out of a romance novel - They had two limp dicks and a lot of frustration. I confess I was bought it was funnier than hell.

Anyway, the next time I’m pitching  a television series this may be the pilot. Obviously, it will have to be a comedy.

Just a deep thanks to those of you who knew about and were so supportive during  the past couple of years (especially Astro and Nastymontanaboy) through multiple surgeries, recovery, physical and therapy, etc while I recuperated and learned to walk all over again. I’m happy to say PR is finally over. I still can’t run or ride a bicycle - but C I can walk on my own again. (I’m sorta tearing up as I write that.)
i also  confess that when I walk I sometimes walk like a drunk b manI’m tearing up as I write that.  And yeah, not being able to run makes me an easy catch. Something to keep in mind for the future thanks to all of you offered encouragement and support Along the way.

Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope you had a great Christmas Eve, and a good time celebrating. This may be one of my best Christmas Eves, a good supply of cocaine and spit roasted by my partner and his boyfriend. then fucked again by the boyfriend. I was singing Ave Maria before he finished!

OK, so I’ve been fighting some serious spinal stenosis for the past month and a little more and working has been really really difficult. Tonight I was sitting on my balcony with my outdoor fireplace going and feeling sorry for myself. And smoking a lot of Tina. I know I have surgery coming up in six days that will determine how well I’m going to be able to walk. So a myth-fueled whim, I made a desperately needed hook-up. I handicap, temporary as I hope it will be, didn’t bother him. We got him spun up and CV he fucked and bred me twice with m a better thT moon, the fire and fifteen floors of city light shining. And he said he wants to come back after my surgery and my legs are working. So the question occurred to me: how many people would take a chance on the handicap person in my boat? Because it believe me more than once, what would I do if I couldn’t have sex again?