19 November 2016: The Reverent Few EP Release

“I’m not trying to be sexy. It’s just my way of expressing myself when I move around.”~ Elvis Presley

It is time to gush once more!

No, it doesn’t really bother me either. I haven’t seen THE REVERENT FEW play live since the end of June of this year. By my own standards… totally unacceptable.

TIME TO GET SEXY!!!!!!

So I busted ass to make sure that I was there for their EP release.

This soulful set confirmed what I had been feeling and thinking all year long since the first time I heard them back in May of this year.

THE REVERENT FEW is the one, the only, the ultimate band that remains true to form and is a constant source or excuse as to why I have tears flowing from my eyes by the time the event is over.

Truth be told that 2016 has been a particularly busy year for me. The lack of posts this year is proof of that. And THE REVERENT FEW never ceases to amaze me at any level. And because of that, I am assured that when I am attending one of their shows that I know this is going to be a wonderfully fun time!

Each time I have made that effort to come out and see them from long and far distances, I have NOT been disappointed!

I was pleased to see that the venue was packed full of people for this event. I was also glad that I had the sense to get there a little bit early to find a front row seat. It has been a very long time since I have seen an engaged audience such as that, especially for a music release show.

This band oozes so much soul and sex… that it will make you nervous for the next nine months. A pure audio orgasm for the senses which takes control over everything and lifts you into a place of ethereal musical delight. The voice of singer Paige DeChausse gets me every time to the point where I am melted down into sheer nothing, and yet inside my body and mind – I am begging for more. SO.MUCH.SEXY. I find it worth the tears.

Some people believe that I am just having fun and kidding around when I refer to guitarist Nick Boettcher as “Your highness… the King of the Strings” but honestly, I’m not joking!! He makes those strings behave so badly that what comes from his instrument is an absolute utopia of sound.

THE REVERENT FEW is it! It is THE one that you must have. No matter what your preferences in life. Such inspiration that I am willing to degrade myself on my own blog so that they can receive the exposure that they rightly deserve.

Cataglottism

“Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let’s kiss afresh, as when we first begun.”~ Robert Herrick

Now that I have your brain swimming and your basic carnal desires caught on fire. Shall we kick it up a notch??

Cataglottism. Basically, french kissing. But not JUST french kissing, its with power and force. 

Had it not been for the wonderfully beautiful Jessica Ward, I wouldn’t have ever come across these two vocabulary words. Makes making out more mature and fun, don’t you think?!?

Of course if you ask a favored guy or gal if she’d like to experiment in cataglottism, you may or may not getting at the very least interested on what kind of word just fell out of your mouth.

But I have to be honest, how to pronounce this word baffles me at the moment. Perhaps I’ll learn it soon.

So yeah, now you know what sucking face and kissing and making out (with tongues) is all about. And now we all have the knowledge of how to discuss it in a far more mature manner than ever. 

So get out your duck faces… and offer up a smooch. Who knows, it could lead to the use of tongues. And quite possibly, the beyond??

 

 

Photo Frenzy

This one photograph caused quite the frenzy the other day on Facebook.

One early morning a few days ago, I saw this posted from one of those random Facebook fan pages. And I went ahead and clicked on the “share” button. And so it was posted onto my own personal Facebook profile.

Then moments later, I left home to go into the community room to get some coffee. I drank the coffee at the table (because the rule of “no food/drink” still exists and someone has to obey it, even if the other neighbors will not!!) and then I jumped online on one of the computers there.

When I signed back into Facebook, it was like hell was starting to break loose over this one image.

I found the photograph amusing because the woman was out in the the cold and snow and ice. However, many people were up in arms about it for the simple fact that the model was naked.

Let’s face it. My monitor at home isn’t the best, and I honestly had not recognized the fact that she was naked.

There’s nothing in the photograph that would expose any genitalia. And she is wearing something on her legs. Does that make it naked?

One person accused me of posting pornography on Facebook. Another person questioned my ethics. And even another person was threatening to have me reported for posting inappropriate images.

I believe that if I would have been able to see that clearly she was exposed in her “bikini regions” that I most likely would not have posted it. But even if I deleted the photograph, the damage apparently was done.

One person even sent a message to my Facebook inbox stating that she didn’t like my post and she wanted me to delete it. But when she wasn’t specific and I asked her to elaborate, it came to this photograph. I could tell that she was just overwhelmed with disgust.

Rather than deleting the photograph at that time, I removed her from my friends list. She had only been there for about two days and in my opinion …. wasn’t all that social with me.

I don’t make a habit of going so far as to posting something on Facebook that I know is against their rules and terms. And I know that I am not the worst offender as I have seen other posts that are far worse than this one.

I didn’t make any comments about it at all. I didn’t say anything about how hot the model was or whatever. I just simply clicked on the “share” button.

But no. Since I did something “different” then I guess that means I am one of the worst people on the planet. And that I need to be shipped off to Alcatraz or Australia.

Every one of us has different interests, tastes, and likes. We’re not all the same. What is “pornographic” to some is art to others. And I am not going to start a debate of whether or not this is art or porn or whatever, but like I said I liked the contrast and it was amusing to view it and think that she must be freezing with standing out in the snow like that. But then obviously finding out that its just a scene that was created to look like she was outside in a winter wonderland.

Once again proving that you simply are just not capable of pleasing all of the people all of the time.

Good grief!!!

 

 

All Levels Of Wrong

This photograph was taken very recently at ComicCon at the San Diego Convention Center  in San Diego, California. It is a mixed bag of hilarious, shocking, humiliating and infuriating. But all of those are just different levels of WRONG. 

Although I must admit that I have never been to any of these kinds of conventions, so I honestly could not say whether or not to expect something like to this happen, that would be “the norm”.

I’m not sure what costume this woman is wearing that would correlate with the convention. Other than the fact that if you dress like that, you’re going to get attention. Both good and bad. And the thing of it is, is that this woman probably knew it before she even arrived at the Convention Center that “all eyes” would be on her.

But let’s continue to explore this photograph and discuss the WRONGNESS of it.

I do not understand is the presence of certain religious organizations at these kinds of events, and why they are so opposed to it. It would seem as if they are misplaced there to the degree that I honestly do not see the point of them being there at all. I do not know what they are so adamant for being there.

What is it that is going on at these conventions where people’s souls are in danger of being lost?

And for this lonely guy who is out there with his picket signs… Dude, you obviously got busted staring this woman down as she passed you by! What would your religious organization say about you eye humping women like that???

What is in your back pocket too? Could it be your pass to get into the convention? IF so, and you’re so against it being there… then why do you have a pass? The only other thing I could think of the item in his pocket being was a pack of cigarettes. And again, what would your organization think about it? Or maybe something as innocent as a wallet. I just happen to think that there’s a good chance its a pass to get into the convention.

The woman obviously has hers, and its quite visible. IF you are against the entire convention, wouldn’t that mean you are against the woman that you are lustfully gazing upon? That kind of defeats the purpose of staring at her if you are against whatever she is attending. You’re chances of hooking up with her are G-O-N-E !!!

I am going to say again.. that I am guessing this woman got eye humped by MANY people. If she didn’t want to be bothered or stared at in such a way, she should have known a little better.

Yet, I would actually believe that this photograph, the woman is posing in it. And it just so happens to be funny because the guy holding the picket sign is also included in the photograph and busted for staring at her. So I think that if you took away the factor of the guy holding the sign making it so funny, that this photograph is still posed.

And its still so wrong on so many levels.

So whoever this woman is: If you’re exhausted from having fun at the convention and are tired of being harassed by so many people, should you decide to find yourself in my area… give me a call.

 

 

Too Hot For Teacher

Ileana Tacconelli

“I like a teacher who gives you something to take home to think about besides homework.” ~Lily Tomlin as ‘Edith Ann’

Meet Ileana Tacconelli. Her story broke out in Europe in the fall of 2010.

She is a teacher in Milan, Italy. Yep, I am serious! She is a teacher.

The story was released when a parent at the school that she had been teaching at for three years, had pulled her child out of the school because the teacher was “too attractive”.

We’re talking, a child. Not someone who is in their teens and full of horomones. A female child was removed from the classroom by her mother.

Ileana had a career in modeling and was even a beauty pageant contestant prior to her career change in education. Word leaked in 2010 about it all and then she was under fire.

Photographs of her modeling career of her running around in her underwear and then the parents who found out, went into an uproar.

However, the school in which she worked for had backed her up. She qualified to teach. She even has THREE master degrees. So she’s not some dumb flake of an Italian bimbo.

I don’t know what has happened to her story. I am guessing that the wildfire of her past was put out.

But it seems to me, that the parents were far out of control. Since it was a mother, I am guessing she felt inferior to the young educator with a past of glitz and glamour. And she hadn’t lost her looks when she entered the teaching field.

One would think that students would NOT skip classes, and always PAY attention. Then again, not the age group of children she was teaching. They wouldn’t care what she used to do.

Makes me wonder what would happen if this would have been in the USA??

 

Going Beyond Skin Deep

Beauty is a characteristic of a person that provides a perceptual experience of pleasure, meaning, or satisfaction.

And I might as well add that beauty is also defined through the eyes of the beholder. What one person can define as beautiful may not be what another person would define it.

Is beauty only skin deep? Well, physical beauty is. We grow old, get wrinkles, our hair and teeth fall out. But so what? This doesn’t mean that once these things begin to happen to us that we cease to be beautiful! That only means that we are going through the entire cycle of life.

But there are other things that make people beautiful. And it is frustrating for me personally, that so many fail to see that. There is such thing as “inner beauty”. But it does not seem to make a bit of difference in this society today. It seems as if the infatuation with beauty is only that physical beauty. And unfortunately, others are influenced by that entire way of thinking. Just because a woman is not a 36-24-36, causes so many women to fall into the traps of insecurity and the feelings of being ugly and never beautiful.

The same for men. Just because we don’t have abs of steel and fully loaded arms of biceps that could choke a horse, doesn’t necessarily mean that men are not beautiful either.

So it becomes extremely frustrating when I tell a woman who I think is beautiful and everything just falls apart for them. Why? Because for whatever reason she has felt that she is not meeting the standards of beauty. What they are not hearing from me is that I am telling them that there is a specific characteristic about them that I find genuinely attractive. So I am drawn to it, and therefore “I” believe that woman is beautiful.

I got laughed at and ridiculed a while ago because I was amongst other guys and they were talking about the last person they had kissed. When I had disclosed the person with whom I last shared any kind of kiss with, I was totally mocked because these men were not thinking of her as beautiful. Simply because she did not meet their arrogant standards of physical beauty. But I didn’t care.

Let’s just set aside for the moment that I am just the kind of person who is affectionate, but I found something within this woman attractive. And it had nothing to do with her bra or waist size or how she potentially would look in a bikini. And they could not understand that.

If I say to you, “You are a beautiful person”… then you best believe that I totally mean it and have all beliefs and faith in my words that they are true, to me. And I am not setting out to gain something by flattery or just trying to make your mood better. What I have said, I have meant.

It has gone on far long enough that OTHERS are the ones who define what beautiful is, and my own opinion means nothing. My opinion does mean something, and it should to you if I am comfortable enough talking to you and expressing it. Naturally as a human being you have the right to disagree. But do you disagree because OTHERS have said that you are NOT beautiful and are instead ugly? Or is it some other kind of insecurity that plagues you to the point that it forces you to just roll your eyes at me?

I honestly do not care if others disagree. But I will stand behind those who would dare to agree. We should learn to love ourselves and not be so wildly influenced by the mottos of other persons.

Whether it is on the outside or on the inside, that characteristic remains within. And that is what draws me to my beliefs. Many people have called me “sweet, nice, thoughtful” and other things. My response is always the same: Love me or leave me.

If you are being told by someone else that you are not beautiful, because you don’t have the long flowing hair, fake boobs and everything else or because you do not have those six-pack abs… then LOVE yourself and LEAVE them. Focus less on their negativity.

I could go on forever explaining how you are so wonderfully beautiful deep down inside, and I don’t care if you do not look like “the others like in Hollywood”. Because I will never allow Hollywood to shape and mold my own definitions and opinions on what I find pleasurable.

So be proud of yourself. Love yourself because even if Hollywood nor the rest of the world just never thinks you can cut it to be beautiful, there’s always going to be that one person whom you never see, that will disagree with them all.

 

 

Write or Die

“She was amazed at his body. His muscles were well defined and smooth that she couldn’t help but want to run her fingers up and down each curve of his body. She gazed at his well endowed manhood and became uneasy. She was a virgin; she did not really know what to do.”

A week or so ago, I was cleaning out my computer of old and useless files. Then I stumbled across a document that apparently was an erotic story about vampires that I had started many, many years ago.

It was incomplete but I looked it over anyways. As I was doing so, I was reflecting in my mind about how this project came to be in the first place and how it ended solely in my lap.

Back then, a former colleague of mine had begun writing this dark story and wanted me to look it over and give it my critique. I agreed and the file document was sent to me almost immediately. When I had opened it to read, the entire manuscript was just filled with errors to the point where it had become a distraction. Later that evening, I took it upon myself to make corrections to it. Once I was finished with that, I sent it back to the original writer and asked her what she thought of it. I did include one filling scene in the story to flesh it out some more so it wasn’t so quick for the main characters to be introduced, then suddenly the male vampire was doing his thing.

The following morning, I received an e-mail from her with nothing praise and excitement that I had made the story “better”. She then asked if I would collaborate with her on the writing of the story. Again, I agreed to help out.

But I ended up being more of a ghost writer than anything. With each part that I had written to add to the story, I would send for her approval. I should have seen it coming, but she never had any debate on what I had done with it and how the story was coming along. With each time I passed the updated document to her came more and more praise. But never any further input on how she wanted to write the story. After a few days that I spent writing, she would eventually give me complete creative control over the story. I still though, would share with her each new piece that I had written to it.

Eventually, the original author and I would have a falling out. It led to us going our separate ways. I was the one stuck with the story that was unfinished and had no further direction.

So then fast forward to about a week ago, this story emerges. I do no think that it is a bad story. Nor do I think that it is a literary gold mine. Its violent and bloody. As well as steamy and erotic. I’ve always tend to try and blend those in whenever I am composing a new story.

There are a few things that I think could be listed into the cons in writing anything further. The mixture between how a man writes and how a woman writes erotic content varies greatly in my opinion. Also, the main characters were given the awful, stereotypical names for both males and females. How I think its so cliché now-a-days to have a male vampire named “Lestat” and have a female named “Scarlet”.

Nothing more original was thought of in the development of these characters. I simply wrote more to what I already had. Even then, I felt the names of the main characters were actually quite lame. And this was something that happened over five years ago.

By now, the former collab partner has probably all but forgotten about this story and most likely doesn’t remember that it exists. And I am stuck with trying to make the decision of whether or not to complete it to the very end, or simply discard it. Knowing that I have already put in 49 unformatted document pages and over 21,000 words makes it difficult to just press DELETE.

Have you ever started a project and then suddenly forgot about it, only to have it resurface again still incomplete? What did you do about it? Did you finish it or did you trash it??

I am curious to know what others might think. Let me know.