Our Hero, At Last.

A mountain tall, rising from the earth below.
The scattered clouds above seem closer from here.
The sun shines down, as if focusing directly on this spot.
Here stands our hero, worn shoes freshly planted.
His stance is loose.
He lets his arms hang freely, his cloak flutters in the gentle breeze.
He smells ever faintly of dried sweat,
as his pace relaxed towards his final ascent.
He tosses his hair over his shoulders and lets the breeze toss it.

A place he always dreamed of.
It’s not quite what he imagined, it never is.
He wonders if this is it. It doesn’t feel like it is.
He looks down at the mountain below.
He looks at the inside of his hands, calloused and worn.
He looks at the back of his hands, still soft and supple.
He has made it, he decides, but the proof of his origin remains.

Far, far in the distance are other mountains.
He tries to guess their height, but can not tell.
But he can tell that they are shallower than this mountain.
Looking around, he realizes he picked the hardest mountain to climb first.
He pauses, committing this moment to memory.
For as ultimate as this moment is, there are more to come.
He will climb other mountains, he will feel this again.
But this is the one he will remember most.

Of all the challenges and battles he has fought,
this first one was the hardest.
Of all the strife he endured,
he knows nothing can stop him now.
Of everything he thought he was,
he knows he can be so much more.
For we do not ride off into the sunset,
we live every day and we breath every breath.

He takes his next step, but it is not downward.
Endurance is something of the mind, not the body.
He sees before him everything he couldn’t before.
While it is still one step at a time to get where he is going,
knowing is half the battle.
Of shackles tore away from the depths of his heart,
He swaggers on in triumph.

ryn: That will be my next screen name

Instead of “swaggering” on in triumph… how about “sashaying”? In stilettos. Okay. Sorry. Bad taste. I’ll shut up.

Cassie

November 30, 2006

gypsyincarnate

Well, IMO, two girls pleasuring each other with fake penises is way hotter than a man pleasing a woman with a real penis. But that’s just me. Girl-on-girl action just flips my switch. So yes, in that situation, I’d prefer a fake penis. But a dildo can’t take out the trash or stomp on cockaroaches, and that’s what boyfriends are for. 😉

ryn: well, if you ever end up opening a tattoo parlor or something fun like that, i want to be the office manager. mmkay?

No shattered images here. You’re an enigma as it is, you never fail to surprise me. 🙂 I personally don’t care much for porn as a whole because most of it is so shitty. But really good porn, where the people are actually INTO it…oh yeah, can’t get enough of that. Too bad it’s so hard to find. Gay porn kind of turns me on a weird twisted way. Guys making out: hot. Guy-guy blowjobs:hot. Guy buttsex: slightly repulsive from my point of view but one of those things you can’t really look away from.

ryn: see, now… i tried to find some evidence of exactly what i said, but i think you privated all the entries. but while i don’t know what i said, i do remember what was going on, sorta. hmm. i’m also good at accounting :oP

Balls kind of gross me out, but I agree that it’s hot when they smack the ass. Gotta love that skin-hitting-skin sound. If they’re well-washed and not buried in a mountain of hair, I don’t mind doing some ball-love. But you can imagine how many guys I’ve slept with that had well-washed and trimmed balls. ONE. But then again, I was on E when I had sex with him so they could have been totally gross and I might not even have noticed. *goofy grin*

Hmmm, them balls look mighty fam-eel-yur. *scratches chin*

ryn: By the time I see you it’ll be nice and grown back, calm down. NOT THAT WE SHOULD BE WORRIED ABOUT THAT. NO TRIPLETS! NO! BAD!

ThePoliteHorse

good things here.

just wanted to say I LOVE the pic on your DD….

One Angry Dwarf

RYN: I am oh-so-serious, Timmy. Serious as a heart-attack. Serious as various life-altering STD’s. Serious as Ted Stevens was when describing the internet. I will read this entry when I’m capable of comprehending words. So, tomorrow!

ryn: But a bush like this isn’t sexy! You can’t get anywhere… it’s like hiking through ivy and brambles.

goodgolly

December 1, 2006

very cool