high speed, low drag

Anonymous asked: You've never jerked off somewhere other than the usual bedroom/bathroom?

Nah, that’s not my style. I’ve just never felt compelled to whip it out somewhere and start jerking off.  But I do enjoy having sex in random public places.  It’s rather thrilling.

Anonymous asked: What's the strangest place you've ever masturbated?

You might as well ask me where the strangest place I’ve ever had sex at was, because that would be a better story.  I was at this hotel party /get-together with some past graduates of Westside at the La Quinta. Well, copious amounts of alcohol and other unnamed substances were partaken of and as the night dwindled down everyone found their own place in the two room suite to call it a night.  It just so happened that it was me, the girl that invited me, and her gay best friend sharing a fold-out couch in the main living room area of the suite. Her friend fell asleep almost as soon as we had the bed set up.  One thing led to another, and all I can say is I can’t imagine how awkward it would have been for him to wake up during that.  Although, I know we tried to be as discreet as two drunk people could manage.  

You can always count on Augusta and its drama

I miss raging in the company of my brothers

It’s barely been a month since school ended and

I feel like I’m relapsing from the lack of crazy, drunken nights.

I want to sing Wagon Wheel obnoxiously in an inebriated stupor

and rage ‘til the sun comes up.

 I miss the holes in the wall,

the spackling to fix it,

and the pledges falling through the ceiling like there’s no tomorrow.

 I miss Dahlonega.

Down to smang.

Drive-in movies tonight!

Monetta bound.

It’s humorous

how we sit here complacently waiting and fantasizing about that special someone who we hope and pray will stumble into our lives sooner than later, expecting that some unforeseen force will be the catalyst to the right place and right time.  We dream and desperately attempt to cling to the skirts of fleeting perfection as it skims its way close enough to gaze upon yet remains just ever so slightly out of reach.  What we fail to see is that’s it- it’s just barely out of our grasp.  How can we expect perfection if we ourselves do not have the drive or initiative to be that complement?  Can we be so selfish to desire something so good and wholesome and not have the decency to, at least to our best aptitude may allow, to return the possibility of such infatuation and attraction to that which we yearn for?  

We are constantly told that nothing is perfect, that misgivings and failures are commonplace.  Which they are, but only in so much that they give rise to different deficits- not the same.  The more we hear this incessant babble, the more we take hold falsities as truth.   We may not be perfect to that modern cursory notion of perfection, but we are perfection in being the form of our most inimitable selves.  Who can possibly be a better you than yourself?  So take this moment to realize that you may very well not be in your most composed state, but that you can always become a better you.  

Perfection is a journey, not an end.