Friday, October 12, 2012

Answered Prayers? Bound in the Light

This beautiful writing is by Dauntless Vitality of A Dauntless Journey. It's especially meaningful to me in light of many recent conversations, public and private, about doubt. Disillusionment, disenchantment, disconnectedness. People doubting their place in the thing they do, doubting their trust in their partnership, whatever form that may take.

This lryic, affirming piece is written in the voice of a Great Dom who has no doubts.

Bound in the Light
You came to me 
I took you there
To all the places you denied but needed to go
The walls…The numbness
The hollow feelings…The need to hide
The fear…All gone
Breathe deep…Life fills you
You no longer just exist
You now live to feel
To feel the excitement
To feel the arousal of the senses
To feel what’s it’s like to be cared for
Feelings within your heart and mind
Feelings you didn’t know were possible
Just to feel at all is new
And feeling like you belong and have found yourself
Your true self
The one you have been made to feel was wrong
You now see it fills you with peace
It feels safe…Secure…Protected
It feels like home
And here you lie
Completely open and available
Allowing access to all you are
Begging to be molded…shaped…formed
And shown who you already are
Not changed or made what you are not
Brought to the forefront of all you already are
A new fear…anxiety…nervousness
Now envelopes you
Not of what lies before you
What may happen to you
What may be subjected upon you
But of not having that
Of not being guided in who you are
Of not being able to see all this can bring
All this can offer
All that you are
It’s the fear of going back
Back to what was before
Back to being less
Being as you were before
You have found your strength...Your fortitude
You have been shown you have far more
Than you ever knew was possible
So you fight with all your might
You refuse…Struggle…Plead to stay bound
To stay bound in the light
The light that now shines
The light that shows you all you are
Encompasses your very being
It is freedom…Hope…Promise
The lack of binds…Of going back
Of being free to be who you were before
That is not living…That is death…That is denial
The fear of not feeling...Of not being
Is far greater than the safety of being nothing


Thursday, October 4, 2012


Who are you and why are
you texting my boyfriend?

This isn’t good. What was the last thing I told you yesterday?
DFTDT. Don’t Forget To Delete This.

Who are you and why are
you texting my boyfriend?

How did you get his phone? God, he’s an idiot.


Sorry, who are you?

I’m the girlfriend of the man you
texted 20,000 times yesterday

Yeah, that was fun.


I’m not understanding this.
You’re on someone else’s

I’m on my boyfriend’s phone
that has all the texts from your
number yesterday bitch. You
know what phone I’m on

I should convince her I’m a guy.
Let Himself deal with that.

Alright, no need for the
language. You mean your
boyfriend’s a volunteer?

A volunteer? For what?

For the group. SFS

What group? What does that
mean? And why is this all written
in initials? There’s hardly any
words here

It’s written that way so you can’t read it,
thank god, which he didn’t want to
bother with but I’m sure he’ll
remember to thank me.

SFS is our group, Sexting For
Seniors. I guess your friend is
a volunteer, bless his heart

Oh, you do know an acronym.

Our group is called Sexting
For Seniors

I can reverse phone book this
number you know

Yes but it won’t matter. The
SMSMS takes care of that

The what?

The text Masking System.
My grandson invented it. It masks
my number with an actual North
American phone number, which
you can text back to but if you call,
which we kn

ow not to do, you’ll
get the actual people at that
number who if you look up and
threaten in any way you’ll
probably get arrested

You’re so full of shit

And yet you sit there reading it.

Maybe we can talk later,
dear, when you feel better

No, we’re talking now. So you’re
a senior citizen with a sex group

Sext. Yes. I started the group
here locally, in Reykjavik, right
here in the Home, actually

You started a sex group in a
nursing home. In Iceland

Wow, I didn’t think you’d get Iceland.

Sext. Yes. Studies have shown
that seniors’ mental and physical
health benefit greatly from talking

And my boyfriend volunteered
for this

Apparently so. I do recognize
the number

I bet you do. What do these letters

Well, it’s hard to say out of

What does BHTBB mean?

Bare Hand To Bare Butt. Think, think.

Again, out of context but I
would say By His Truth Be Borne

That sounds religious

Not specifically, but the older
you get the more comforting
that stuff is


Damn. My Tongue In Every Hole You Have...

Are you there?

Yes dear, they’re just handing
out the meds. Don’t want to miss


That would be May This In
Eternity Hold You High

Again with the religious
stuff? What’s sexy about that?

Personally I find the concept of an
eternally erect dick intriguing.

You’re putting the religious
connotation. I’d call it a more poetic
way of speaking from a different

Which generation? Just how the
hell old are you supposed to be?

I’m seventy-five

Oh right. My boyfriend would never
sext a woman that old. That’s
disgusting. How can you do that?
I would never be with
a man that much younger.

What makes you think you could attract one?

As they say, different strokes

So how many other volunteers
are in this group?

Well, we’re not international
yet but there’s a good three or
four come in pretty steadily

Three or four? For how many other
horny old broads?

Oh, that’s just me right now. But
my roommate Gracie is joining, she
promised. And GK she owes me, the
hours I’ve put in on WWF with that
woman, she can’t

spell her own name

So you handle three or four guys
by yourself with your poetic
initials, which my boyfriend
understands. All day long


I’m coming for you. I’m gonna find
you bitch. I know this area code. I
Know you’re not 75 but it doesn’t
matter how old you are. I’m coming
for you. I’m gonna stomp your ass and
break your fingers.

Alright look lady, I’m a 12 year
old boy and it’s a felony to threaten
a minor over any type of social
media. So this counts. I’m telling my
Mom. I’m showing her right now

I’m coming for you

Hey, it’s me


Can you take my dog? I have to
be out of town for a while

Sure, how long?

Like, maybe a year?