To Venus

June 4, 2017

(after Ben Jonson)

Come on. Give over. Spare me this.
I’m out of shape for love’s nice skirmishes,
as surely you can see. The years
have added gravitas, too many layers
of it, unfitting me (old fool)
to be a pupil in your singing school.

My voice is dull and out of tune;
I cannot serenade the moon in June,
so find yourself a younger man.
I am too much the grizzled veteran
to haunt her balcony. I keep
my customary hours. I need my sleep –

but there she follows me, despite
my pious protestations, through the night:
proposing, amid pipes and flutes,
a host of most unmatronly pursuits.
We find an arbour; she begins;
she runs her pretty fingers through my chins…

David Callin

Black Dog

June 4, 2017

I had yet to use the selfie stick I got for Christmas
so I took this photo when I could not find the words
for even my empty coffee cup Chez Fred. The tattooed

barista, all piercings, and black torn stockings, fills it up;
always americano lungo, s’il vous plait. What makes
a Parisian lawyer open a bakery in Montréal?

The run off in gutters is icing over again and
that’s what they call le printemps in this city, n’est-ce pas?
After 25 years of planning, the Egyptian themed

theatre up the street has yet to reopen. Anubis
presides over its grave, not its rebirth. Anubis is
a god with the head of a black dog. Beware of the god.

I sort through stacks of newspapers left behind, the read and
the unread. I like that it’s quiet; and the aromas
of espresso and madeleine, the loudest things. I open

the door to a medley of crows calling, no, it’s seagulls,
and a dog, tied outside BBP orthopedics, barking.
Nobody likes to be left alone. It’s Saint Patrick’s day, or

it was not too long ago, shamrock stickers still plaster
the windows of Liquid Lounge. There’s a family picture
taken in Belgium, my brother swaddled in a carriage;

when my mother started to lose her memory she kept
this photo in her pocket; it’s folded into quarters
and badly creased. Some might say it was ruined. Red mail truck, red

mailbox, it’s a cheerful colour on a dull day in No
Damned Good. How did I get here? I grow old, I grow old, I
will wear the bottoms of my blue jeans rolled. Clouds are pinking

in a cerulean sky; I wax poetic. I am not
home yet where another era’s technologies: the Sony
cassette player, the Olivetti typewriter and my

65 year old brain ne marchent pas bien. What of the bowl
on the desk, filled with pine cones? No trees will grow from them.
I’ve set up a little shrine around the folded family

photo I flattened out and then framed. After death there is
an aura, a palpable halo around the faces
in photos of the departed; their silence says this once was.

Mary di Michele

I’m female, and masturbate every single night. Even when i’m on my period. My fantasies are always of me, being a male, and being pegged by another guy. I get off on the idea of anal so much.

I tried masturbating anally with the end of my hairbrush, and i orgasmed within a minute…i’m ashamed of my fantasies. But one day i’ll ask my boyfriend to do me the way I’ve imagined, for the better part of 2 years ongoing.

I think this desire to be fucked in the ass derives from me admiring gay couples. Normally its so pure and beautiful. The fact that someone can abandon their gender and love the same sex melts my heart. I love seeing men kiss and touch each other.

I should have been born a man to experience my fantasies correctly. But since i’m not, i guess this fantasy will never 100% come true. Sad to be honest.

Source here

The humble “Stinging Nettle” (Urtica dioica) is a plant with wonderful benefits. Rich in iron, nettle is great for those who may need to build this up in their system. It also has diuretic properties, too, helping with urinary tract issues and water retention. Of course the nettles should be cooked and consumed to reap theses benefits – added to food or made into nettle tea, a favourite drink of mine.

The “Stinging Nettle” also has uses in BDSM role play, as a scourge, a punishment for the poorly behaved submissive. A good bunch of nettles harvested and packed into the underwear of your Sub, produces immediate and obvious results*. One word of warning, when gathering and using your nettles, do please wear gloves, boys & girls.

*Always best to test first on a small area of skin to make sure there’s no allergic reaction.

It’s Sunday –

June 4, 2017