You intrigue me beyond belief. I find solace knowing you are who I interpret you to be, though, that is, in and of itself, a redundancy of sorts. Regardless, you are exactly who you are and though my interpretation may be different than yours, I am seeing just fine.
Thank you. You are quite a lovely soul.
The moment It happened, I felt a quarrel within, between arousal and guilt. Nothing remotely similar has happened in a great while. Familiar, yet displayed traits of the unfamiliar.
So delicate, so perfect. Flooded with thoughts I’d not share. Urges towards a second glance overwhelmed me. I surrendered to their pleas.
Something almost holy. Divine. A glimpse of purity bursting with sensuality. Oh, the attention I could pay. The attention I would pay. Most certainly wish to.
So splendidly pink. Perfect.
Excuse yourself from inhibition. Only the two of you stand in the way of experiencing one another in this very basic, primal, carnal exercise of each others bodies and minds. Oh yes, done right, the mind finds pleasure unbound when two charged parties join together in such moments.
Splendid. Wonderful. Ecstatic. Beyond explanation, comprehension or speculation. Defiance to the spoken word, not without hesitation, simply immeasurable.
Once an extended preview has been displayed, of what can be accomplished between two parties, boundaries fade.
It can be basic, yet refined. For to wow, is obtainable, quite easy in fact, if each is open and willing to provide as well as accept.
What wonders.
… All it takes is one fantastically hungry kiss.
I’ve neglected this outlet for a little bit. Not without halfway good reason. At least… That’s the story I’m sticking with.
I figured I’d address some thoughts in an attempt to kill some time while sitting here at the car wash. With the addition the Family, more of my attention is paid towards cleanliness. Though, I suspect it is moderately futile. Given the nature of things.
Such is life.
There is something incredibly sexy about simplicity. Not that I ignore appreciating the stunning achievements a tasteful woman can manage with the right elegance. That’s something else altogether. I’m talking about the natural state of her attire.
I’ve grown to realize, admit and outwardly appreciate the draw I feel towards a comfortable style. In particular, an attractive woman in a white wifebeater, black bra and fitted blue jeans. Stunned. Admittedly so.
Overalls get a lot of kudos from me as well. Believe it or not, though I appreciate “spray on” pants, likely as much as my brethren, that should be a no brainer, I regard overalls on the same level. Though, clearly, quite opposite.
Perhaps my appreciation of the female human specimen differs from the norm. I, at times, the graceful sexiness of a woman to be the personification of art. Though my attention remains focused on the motion picture, I have dabbled with a thought or two towards photography. A celebration of beauty in a fashion that emphasizes both the art and the sensuality she embodies.
The right woman, however, can encourage any attire to be otherworldly attractive. Shorts and a tee. Skirts. A lovely sundress. What may look mediocre worn by some, she appears to radiate and extract the appropriate degree of sexiness from the same.
I love women. And there you have it.
Oh, what an amazing feeling this is. And I’ll tell you why… though, understand, I hesitate, for I am a man of superstition, ritual and by and large a creature of habit. I have found better luck not opening my mouth about big things until they’ve been realized. But, I’ve taken a liking to standing up to that bullshit and telling it to fuck off. So…
A few weeks back I had the most important meeting of my life. What may be THE most important meeting of my life. And I think it went well. We’ll see, what we’ll see. I wait with bated breath.
It’s important to remember, when a door like this opens, there’s a lot of opportunity to be found. It’s almost funny, really. I know what this is. I know what it means. I’m overwhelmingly excited. This is that ticket that people talk about waiting for that’s going to set the rest of your life up. Yeah, exactly. Wouldn’t miss it for the world. All I needed was this. The rest? Don’t worry, I know how to take care of it from here.
I’m loyal. Not only am I loyal, I’m always helpful to my peers. It’s not bragging, it’s a fact. I know it, they know it, it’s not a fucking secret. I’m a lot of things, but I’m definitely there for people. So, I find it so incredibly confusing that I attempt to share my new found prospect with some that I know could use the opportunity, and who may also have some talent, but they’re silent. I shrug. Because, I can offer to work with a person, get things going and make shit happen… but if they choose to avoid sharing their work and write me off, then fuck it.
I’ll never dick a person over. Not intentionally and certainly not out of spite. Your life is your life, I wouldn’t fuck with it. My door will always remain open, even if a person chooses to ignore a sparkling opportunity before them. Their loss. I know there are people in this industry who are begging for shots like this. But, hey, if you miss it, not my problem. Remember, though, you waste my time once, you’ll never hear from me again about such matters. I don’t give people the luxury to waste my time twice. We’re all grown-ups here, deal with it.
Back to the inspiration! Finished reading the script for the project in question. I feel positive. Though I’m concerned about certain facts, overall, I am very excited. Let’s do this.
I’ve reopened a couple of projects now, to add an upcoming one I’ve already been working on. All this energy from what’s been going on has reinvigorated my attention to my own work. This is good.
I’m recovering from some sort of gastrointestinal virus that’s had me hit pretty hard in the beginning. Eight days of fun, fun, fun. Had to flake on what was probably an epic camping trip to Mammoth. With thirty heads going, there was know way I was going to share what I had. Plus that drive and my frequent bathroom breaks… nah.
Hit hard enough I couldn’t do anything for my birthday. Still haven’t caught up on that, which I suspect I will soon forget about until next year. It matters, but it doesn’t.
Had a friend in town at the same time, who I hadn’t seen since my last trip to Japan. Which is, yeah, a really fucking long time ago. Couldn’t live up to host status most of the time.
And, cut me out of work for a bit and now I’ve got a ton to catch up on.
That’s alright. I thrive under pressure. Knowing fucking huge things are about to happen, well, that just makes things easier.
Let’s do this.
