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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Is this the way life's meant to be?

As I gaze around at this wreck of a town
Where people never speak aloud
I wonder
Oh I wonder
yes I wonder
Is this the way life's meant to be?

Jeff Lynn of E L O

For those who may not know Electric Light Orchestra AKA ELO was a Supergroup ( before supermodels were invented) of the 1970's

I've been a bit frustrated here these last few days.  It happens from time to time.  I suppose I'm just whiny, but I just hate it when things don't work out like you expect.

Your friend marries the wrong person.  You take off your mirror on a post in the car park. Someone you trust lies to you. Brain food gets squat, porno post gets a bizillion. You buy something online and it just doesn't fricking fit.

It's supposed to fit, it ought to fit.  It's  not  like I'm freakishly large or anything (well, I am modest)....BUT IT DOESN'T FIT!!!!!!!

With the ground at my feet
maybe it's just the old street
I wish I was back in 1981

Monday, August 30, 2010

Panther Village

I saved this some time back, when I found the other one posted on "Panther Girl".  Thought you all might find it interesting.  Don't forget to say hi if you stop in.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely....

Well, I'm not really. Sure would be nice if somebody, anybody would post a thought as a comment.  Here are some starters for the last post:  Yes Jack, it IS a woman's world.  Lucky for us they can't drive and/or get lids off jars (or put them back on)! Whew!!

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Little Big Man

This photo was posted on the blog I referenced in my previous post.  Of course, we all lived in the land of giant women at one time, didn't we?  

That's it then, really, isn't it? Where it starts.  That place where some little boys learn to obey.  

What one could help but to be enthralled. There she is, a giantess.  She has the power.  She can pick you up and carry you.  Make you sit, stand, speak, be quiet.  She can pull your pants down right now in front of everyone, spank your behind and make you cry.  Then afterward, she can comfort you, pet your head and tell you it's OK. She may not have dominion over many things, but she has it all over you, her little man.   

When you're a good boy, and you please her, you are in her favor.   You get to touch, and smell and experience her.  Her love, her compassion, her divine feminine wiles.  Perhaps she'll share, let you wear pretty things, see how it feels to be a girl.  She may delight in tormenting you.  Holding you down, her mule falls from her stocking foot.  "Do you want to smell my feet?" she laughs, smiling as she presses her toes to your face. "Of course you do, that's a good boy."

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Gulliver's Travels

The artwork is a bit primitive, but I like it nonetheless.  There is a post here: referring to having her man in miniature, the size of a doll, so she could 'do' things to him.  In reality, this is about the size difference of my wife and me.  (It's a bit of a stretch, but not much.)

I oftentimes wish that I was little.  When I was a boy I used to fantasize about being in a land of giant women who, though they loved me, used me as a toy.  What fun we would have.