Going Deeper (Inside Strange Men)

I've been excited all week - it was hot seeing the film on a big screen, but it's hotter for me, somehow, to see it at the Eagle. In the cinema, with nachos and a drink and everybody fifteen feet tall on the screen - it was surreal, a cinema experience. Yeah, the audience was primarily the gay crowd I know, and they all get all the jokes, and all... but you can't sit and rub a handsome stranger's hairy shoulders while you watch. There's just something about gay bars. Plus, chances of a blowjob in the bathroom at the Eagle are pretty strong. [See also: They Knew When They Built Those Stalls ] My Husband is working crazy long hours lately, and so I come home, walk the dogs, feed the dogs, water the yard with a timer and different sprinkler positions, take out the trash, give the old dog his medicine, feed the fish. I didn't sleep enough last night, and my brain is saying, "you know, you really should have planned a nap into this afternoon..." but I overr...

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 I've always loved the sound of "sheathe," the verb... it's what it sounds like when someone who knows what they're doing and values their edged weapon makes, when you put your sword away. All the Kaaaaa-chiiing stuff you see in most of the popular depictions, the thing where it slides into something obviously metallic - that kills your sword. You have to sheathe it in leather inside, carefully oiled to keep the blade from rust, or in fabric made down into felt, so that it doesn't snag. That thing keeps you alive; you have to make sure it's comfortable and likes you.  Anyway. I played some more with the sheath - but in my own mouth this time. Holy fuck, I think it's practically the perfect twenty-whatever-dollar sex toy. Twenty-six fifty. It smashes fairly flat to go into a box with other "advanced" like the Lacrosse ball and the Whitehead gag. It's a hard-sided case so things don't get smashed. Anyway, it's fine for it to get co...