I wonder



What you see when you close your eyes at night.

Why I’m always searching for and never really finding you.

How two people can be so close while so far apart. 

When the bubble will burst, and the fantasy will flop.

What our story will be after the climax.

Who will fall apart first.

If our love will survive.

I wonder.

Ok, so, I’m trying to put some content here, so I’m just going to blab for a while…


My dyingwithstyle journey through blogland begins. I’m excited.

Dying With Style

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I’ve actually been blogging for a while as the hobbler, but this is my attempt at being professional, in as professional as this CDC can get.

I needed a way to interact with people around the world who aren’t afraid to die with style. Before you psychos out there get any ideas, I believe in living each day as if it was your last, and not necessarily planning your own, and certainly not planning anyone else’s death.

I do believe that living with death in mind is important for living life to the fullest and making the most of the time you have.

Alright sleep is calling my name. Interact people. Comment. Blogging is much more fun if there’s lots of interaction, and I’m sure anyone who reads this has a story to tell, so let me get to know you. Thanks!

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Ode to my Surface Pro


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Ode to Surface Pro

I see you looking at me from across the room

You can’t get enough of me, can you?

You want to feel my fingers all over you

You want to bask in the heat of my gaze

You want me to push your every button

So you can gently respond.

Begging me for more…

You glory in me ripping you apart

And slapping you back together

 

Even now you bend to my every whim

I tease you with my touch before

Tearing you apart and leaving you broken

While I eat my food and watch a show

I’ll take my sweet time but eventually

I will hold you and bring you together again.

 

Soon, you beg for a different type of touch

The whip I use on you every night

Lights you up like the fourth of July

But still, you beg for it, day and night

You hunger for that whip.

So I will end these strokes of pleasure

And feed my love the whip she craves

 Okay, 7%, I get it…

 

No Sex Please: We’re Disabled


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When I was about fifteen or so, I was scrolling through some disability-related books, not paying much attention to most of them. I became very alert, however, when I stumbled across a book (whose title escapes me) about society’s puritanical de-sexualization of wheelchair users. The book also delved into the experiences of other physically disabled populations, exploring the myth that we are not and do not want to be sexual creatures. This was a new idea to me, or so I thought. But, as I continued to read, I realized it wasn’t new at all.

I cast my mind back to a family trip to Mexico when I was about thirteen. This is well past the age when girls generally become convinced that kissing someone would be more fun than icky, and I was experiencing a tame awakening of my own around that time. As my sister and I walked…

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Some nights…


 Like tonight, 

I stay awake.

Wondering

About you.

If you are out there

Somewhere

Real.

More than my imagination.

More than my daydream.

More than your words

On a screen

In my hand

And in my heart.

I love the fantasy I have of you.

I love that you don’t actually see me.

There is something so beautiful about a world freed from reality.

I can be myself, without being my total self.

It is beautiful

Until

Some nights

Like tonight…

Flash mob Moore, May 21st


The anniversary of the devastation our town faced a few years ago is rapidly coming up. I am organizing a flash mob/dance party on May 21. The plan is for me to dance around town like normal till
I reach the new 711, the one on 4th and telephone road, at which point people can join me and dance from 711 to the Lowes parking lot where we will hang out, talk, etc.
It is a “live until you die” celebration. The people who lost their lives that day probably did not realize that would be their last day. Likewise, we don’t know which day will be our last, so let’s celebrate living until we die. 
I think when we meet at Lowes, we could have an open mic where people can tell their stories, share fond memories of lost loved ones, etc. in between music and laughter and dancing.

I understand this is a sensitive subject for all of us who live in Moore, and I’d appreciate hearing any thoughts or concerns on this idea. Thanks!