If you sent me a email, or friends request before today, I'm not gonna look at it.
I have over 1500 of both, and there's no way I'm wading thru that...
Remember no dick pics to my stream.

Enough Said

Sorry my loyal and eager readers for my abscence, I've been lost in a cornicopia of new delights and possibilites, such that the old was boring and stale.
I was offered the chance to run a new 501(c)3 non-profit charity last month, in a field that I've been active in for several decades. It has the backing on a major writer in the field, along with a couple of celebrities and ton of money and IMO we could affect some profound changes with it.
And NO I'm not gonna tell you horny perverts the name of the site. My face is up as one of the senior officiers of the Foundation. All I need is one of you to post "Hey Silence, will you tie me up and spank my bare naked ass" to come out at one of the Board meetings, LMAO!
It would also get me out of Law.
I find now at 56, I've grown tired of the incessent saber fencing that the legal profession requires of you. The compromises that put stains on your soul. The you are required to do to win. My soul is dark enough sometimes without some city dirt I track in on the soles of my fashionable and expensive heels dirtying the carpet at my door and smelling the condo up.
I hate to admit this, you are all my playtoys sometimes. Most especially those of you close to me as friends.
(Yes I'm a bit ...)
Its a character flaw I'm sure, something I've discussed with my theraphist on more than one $500 an hour session. She's an expensive bitch.
Long ago I realized I had the gift, Grandmother Spider's talent with words, which I could spin and spin to tempt you like a fly into my web of fantasy and desire. In North American myth, Spider taught Mankind to write. Her are blessed with a similar gift. And cursed as well.
Pagan priestess I am, clad in sliks and leather, knife in hand. You kneel in the sand as I chant and torches burn on the walls. You beg, oh goddess, beg that when I ask for the sacrifice, I'll choose YOU. You'll lay upon the bloody altar and let me cut your neck, won't you.
Just to please ME.
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Wow that was egotistical of me, lol.
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I'm a fan of the televison show "". If you don't know it, it a retelling of the classic tale of Sherlock and Watson, set in modern day New York. Its very good...
(I also enjoy the BBC's "Sherlock" but for different reasons.)
Last season saw the introduction of Sherlock's love of his life "Irene Adler". In a truly clever twist deserving of the Dective himself, the American show has Sherlock's nemisis Moriority, be Irene.
Ohh that was a clever show. Fitting for Sir Athur himself.
This week's episode returns us to the duality of Sherlock and "The" Woman. With wonderfully evil results, and soul searching consiqueses.
(ok I am , i can't spell...lol)
Surfice it to say, those of us "gifted" lead lonely lives. Its only when YOU come and visit that WE feel whole and alive.
Irene, aka Moriority asks a question of Sherlock... "Is that how you learn to be one of them, by learning to care what your actions seem in the eyes of others?"
Thank you...
Off to bed and nightmare fillled , I'll snuggle but to Evil and we'll both enjoy the slumber.
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(I will return in Febuary with new stories and tales, especially the ending of our young vampire Eden adventures and my tale of how I lost my virginity...)
Hope your holidays had all they should have and more.