Thursday, September 2, 2021
Friday, May 28, 2021
Thursday, April 22, 2021
IN THE HOUR OF THE WOLF
I watch the gloaming
of my years
March on, march on
In spite of fears
Oh passing days
Like big-horse-clouds
She/he, my Soul
So onward steers
Oh, strike the thought
like suicide
That I must stop
My thick oil glide
My dancing hands
On strange men’s breasts
To cease release
Breeds foul duress!
Sensual working
Man-made hours
Soothing muscles cherish
Making smiles from glowers
The tune I dance to
As it plays
The love I sell
Though't never stays
But in sweet cream
There is a trust
To lubricate
Prevents the rust
And lust is all
But nothing more
Than fleeting sun rays
on the floor
Oh how lustrous
Were my smiles
How rapturous
Were these tears
To watch the gloaming
of my days
March on, march on
In spite of fears
Oh passing time
Like big-horse-clouds
She/he, my Soul
Much closer, nears
of my years
March on, march on
In spite of fears
Oh passing days
Like big-horse-clouds
She/he, my Soul
So onward steers
Oh, strike the thought
like suicide
That I must stop
My thick oil glide
My dancing hands
On strange men’s breasts
To cease release
Breeds foul duress!
Sensual working
Man-made hours
Soothing muscles cherish
Making smiles from glowers
The tune I dance to
As it plays
The love I sell
Though't never stays
But in sweet cream
There is a trust
To lubricate
Prevents the rust
And lust is all
But nothing more
Than fleeting sun rays
on the floor
Oh how lustrous
Were my smiles
How rapturous
Were these tears
To watch the gloaming
of my days
March on, march on
In spite of fears
Oh passing time
Like big-horse-clouds
She/he, my Soul
Much closer, nears
Sunday, April 18, 2021
No Final Solution 4-18-21
Dedicated to that bullying neighbor Everyone’s afraid of...
Oh alligator litigator Just one small bullet Between your ugly eyes Would
definitely fix All the problems That you being you comprise But what about The
next stinking, ugly, reptilian man Who poses a threat? And the next and the
next? It’s all the work I’d have to do More than the serial killing I’d regret.
Do I even have enough bullets? Could I tell enough lies Or keep track Of all my
shady alibis? Couldn’t live with the guilt Of troubling sins like spies.
Haunting my freedom Even behind closed eyes. I know life well, There’s no fast
fix Through suffering’s hell And bastards They will always Try to tear you down
Nix the murder solution I’d rather choose evolution And keep on being That
hunky, for-hire Daddy-touch-lover-clown
Friday, March 26, 2021
Friday, March 19, 2021
The Tragedy of the Atlanta 8
The Tragedy of Atlanta 8
Please watch my video "On Being Queer Bashed" which I did a few years ago about my experience of being attacked on a New York street by three Latin Teenagers during the "reign" of Mayor David Dinkins back in the early 90's.
Whenever we "act out" as humankind on other humans whether it is inconsiderate behavior (not showing up for an appointment, theft, etc.) or violent acting out, we hurt ourselves as a family. May the souls of those lovely people who died by the hands of an ignorant, lost soul, rest in peace. And may we as bodyworkers and clients alike take a moment to at least try to forgive that 21 year-old "addict' in his act of insane, nonsensical vengeance. Amen.
As the world begins to become alive again, I am witnessing behavior by clients that in some ways makes me ashamed for them. It is one thing to cherish and to hold dear and it is quite another to obsess, to need to control and to expect certain actions (without an open and honest discussion of what we both want to happen in a session in person).
Massage is a healing, lovely experience. And the best way to enjoy it is to give UP your preconceived notions and expectations of what will happen in a session. If we force things on each other, how can that beautiful seed of touch and pleasure, bloom to its fullest extent?
Also I highly advise other practitioners to follow my lead and always keep a weapon (Mace, a Taser, a blunt instrument) handy, just in case. This is plain common sense. Desperate times inspire people to do desperate unmindful things. You may buy Mace at Target (it IS legal to carry in N.Y. State; order online and pick-up at any store). Also small but sharp knives can be concealed easily (my straight husband/room mate carries three) at all times.
Be careful, be aware and do NOT fall asleep at the wheel. It only takes a moment of hate, stupidity (intentional or accidental) to change the entire course of a person's life.
Love yourself fiercely!
best
Saintorr
nycmasseur.com
Monday, March 15, 2021
Thursday, March 4, 2021
Saturday, February 27, 2021
Monday, February 22, 2021
Friday, February 19, 2021
Wednesday, February 17, 2021
Bottom to Bottom 2-17-21 by Saintorr
Both being bottoms
Our signals get crossed
We parley and retreat
Trade off “being boss”
Like kids playing
In the snow
We fall on each other
Our own days together
Come and go
Come and go
When you’re gone
I self-satiate
You have your wife
Me with my clients
Using touch I medicate
Later, look out--watch the children
With their dogs at play
Kicking up snow
In little bullies’ fray
I am my own master
Up on the roof
Witness to clouds
Static gray ticks
Witness to children
Building snow boulders
To sit upon
As kings with sticks
Bottom on bottom
Snow days come and go
COVID fear
Cannot discourage
Our touch heal
Sex flow
Bottom to bottom
I crave you to breed
But these words
Of manly love for you
Never will you read.
Sunday, February 14, 2021
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