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Maybe it doesn't make sense...but I have a lot of redeeming qualities
Posted:Jun 15, 2012 1:19 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2018 1:58 pm

I love hearing from you. As always, if you have something you would like to say or talk about in private, this is the place. I'm starting to find my comfort zone, so don't be afraid to speak your mind or ask your questions. I'll do my best to answer.
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How the hell is it February?
Posted:Feb 1, 2018 7:54 pm
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2018 5:40 pm

It was just Halloween. I didn't put my costume away yet. What is going on?

Are you sending me a Valentine?
10. Trav finds a special friend who wants to try on clothes in a public dressing room together.
Posted:Jan 15, 2018 8:29 pm
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2018 9:41 am

This is interesting. Trav vividly remembers photos that of his friends posted long ago from a store dressing room. He also remembers wicked tales and stories of such encounters. But on New Years Day, there was actually a clerk in a local mall looking for people to come in and keep her occupied on a slow day.

Trav did not partake, but was shocked that he had never had the opportunity to assist a friend up close and personal in choosing clothes...or not.

So, if you are scoring at home...#10 is a resolution or NEW.

Invitations are still being accepted. I will even spring for the clothes...
Wish Buxombbw4u a Happy 50th Tuesday. Please and Thank You
Posted:Jan 8, 2018 8:08 pm
Last Updated:Jan 9, 2018 11:28 pm

Wish Buxombbw4u a Happy 50th Tuesday.
Please and Thank You
Posted:Jan 1, 2018 8:45 pm
Last Updated:Jan 9, 2018 6:52 pm

(Bux yells at me when I just put down lyrics without input. So see the input. )

We've got the right to choose it
There ain't no way we'll lose it
This is our life, this is our song

We'll fight the powers that be just
Don't pick our destiny 'cause
You don't know us, you don't belong

Oh you're so condeending
Your gall is never ending
We don't want nothin', not a thing from you

Your life is trite and jaded
Boring and confiated
If that's your best, your best won't do

Oh Oh

We're right (yeah)
We're free (yeah)
We'll fight (yeah)
You'll see (yeah)


My mind has been working on an entry.

Lots of friends. Lots of problems. Lots of sadness.

I wanted to say that I had a lot of love to give and that we needed to pull together and make our lives better. That we had more support than we knew, and that the time had come for change.

But it kept getting sappy and sad and pushy. Should I it "The Year of Love"? I had some other blog mottos that I just couldn't wrap around.

But then I stumbled on this great old song. And it made me realize what we all need.

A fight anthem. A war anthem. A declaration of war and change.
We're not going to take it anymore.
Who is with me?
Posted:Jan 1, 2018 12:48 am
Last Updated:Jan 15, 2018 8:23 pm

I have been toying with ideas all day. I am going to try this out and see how it goes. I am going to be brutally straight forward with this. I am also going to bring my special brand of mystery as well. So here goes...

A list of things that happened in 2017 and resolutions for 2018...but all intertwined for you to determine which are finished and which are coming...

1. Trav is a travel agent, setting up tours of coal mines and Hershey.
2. Trav surprises of his friends by planning a visit in the middle of the morning when he is supposed to be at work.
3. Trav delivers a present to a special friend.
4. Trav makes a surprise ph to some who finally gets to hear his voice for the first time.
5. Trav learns about Doms and Subs first hand.
6. Trav aids a friend who needs to move.
7. Trav delivers oral sex and orgasms to a woman who is missing both.
8. Trav delivers something from the Island of "Misfit Toys" to some who will love and appreciate it.
9. Trav admires a sexy friend who is wearing a curvy piece swimsuit, without the knowledge of the sexy friend...
10. Trav finds a special friend who wants to try on clothes in a public dressing room together.
11. Trav spends a platonic day with some special exploring a museum.
12. Trav takes a friend out for a special dinner.

So which are d, and which are to go?
We are also taking volunteers to with the new stuff...
Something I found and wanted to share
Posted:Dec 23, 2017 4:33 am
Last Updated:Dec 28, 2017 5:53 pm

By PATTON OSWALT November 30, 2017

Ugh, you’re alone on the holidays.

Every single cliché about solitude in winter pounces on you. You’re jumped. You’re pummeled into a gang of one that nobody else wants to join. The sun takes its sweet time heaving itself into the sky every morning, and then scuttles away too quickly right after 5 pm. Trees are bare and skeletal against a doomy, concrete sky. Life and motion and love all seem zombified.

You see happy families scurrying through the snow, clutching presents, laughing. Places to go. People to be with.

You’ve got no one.

And unlike other people who were maybe always alone, or never had someone special to scrub away a few layers of winter gloom, you did have someone. Someone you’d bend reality to have with you now. But they’re gone, faded into the grey planet you’re trapped on. It’s a world that now has a bitter flavor of mocking for all of its Thanksgiving/Christmas/Hannukah/Kwanzaa trimmings.

Is there any escape from this lonely planet? Can you build a spaceship and point it toward a world with a brighter sun, with more hopeful air to breathe?

You can’t. No one escapes the Lonely Planet.

So let me offer a radical solution.

Invade the Lonely Planet.

Be a hostile alien visitor. If the planet you’re trapped on seems sustained by despair and silence, then infect it with your unique, un-killable strain of joy and sound.

I am not telling you to fake happiness, or rivet a death-grin to your face as you go about your days. If anything, I’m giving you permission to drill your heels even deeper into the swamp of sadness you’re in. And with those heels dug in, and still with the weight of despair on your shoulders and the ocean of poisonous grief in your stomach, send joy and sound out into the Lonely Planet. Invade. Infect. Conquer.

There is peace and grace in spending the holidays alone. Take it from the veteran of many a Christmas Day in a half-abandoned Los Angeles. Go see an early matinee and sip coffee from the only sandwich place open on the block. Pretend you’re the survivor of a weird plague that’s wiped out the population yet still leaves TV stations broadcasting, fast food joints cooking you delicious food and empty buses crawling up abandoned streets. When you look at a holiday spent alone at the right angle, it becomes a sun-lit film noir wonderland.

If you fully inhabit and allow the beauty of a half-empty city or town to reset your depression, I promise you it will change the sadness around you. It will change the people around you. People’s loneliness isn’t alleviated by tit-for-tat joy. That’s too easy. It’s other people being alive and present which spawns true joy, and makes the dead air particles shimmer and vibrate and warm the world.

So go out and invade, in any way you can. If you have kids, make them part of your crew, let them join your mission. Be alive and aware and in motion on the Lonely Planet. It won’t stay lonely for long.
A reprint from four years ago...trying to get inspired
Posted:Dec 17, 2017 5:26 pm
Last Updated:Dec 28, 2017 5:53 pm

Try this one on for #300.

(I have struggled to find something that I felt lived up to the hype that anniversary blogs exude. I can't seem to get anything down that I would be proud of writing. If it wasn't for the hoopla, I would probably just blather on as I normally do. So here I am...raw and with no direction. Let's see where it goes...)
He sat alone, wondering where she was. He felt an emptiness in his heart and wished she was there to fill it. What was she doing? Did she feel as empty inside as he did?

These topics consumed him quite often, though he kept it all to himself. He was getting older. And there were things he still wanted to do. Would there be enough time?

He worried about her. Often. And although he always wanted to help fix things, he wasn't sure that was the right thing to do. She was a grown woman, and fully capable of running her own affairs.

They had so much in common. And not so much. It was a strange thought. Maybe it was like that with everyone. Perhaps if one made a list, it would just be a matter of how many. Could it be that simple? His brain started to hurt...

She sounded lonely the last time they spoke. Perhaps he could stop by and see if she was OK. She wasn't expecting him, and he knew how she frowned on such visits. He didn't think he should call her though, either. He was afraid he had been guilty of unfairly raising expectations, and didn't want to be the culprit. He sat quietly in thought and typed...

How he enjoyed the moments they shared. They could talk about anything. Or could they? She was extremely intelligent. And open minded. She opened a new world to him. Did he do the same for her? Somehow he doubted it. All he did was work.

He was in desperate need of a vacation, but he couldn't seem to pull himself away, even for a weekend. Was this what it was really all about? His schedule and his mortality made for a poor outlook. Although he was, if anything, an optimist.

She had been so much happier lately. This pleased him. More than anything. Her happiness was utmost in his desires. How he longed for it, and how he longed not to cause it to evaporate.

It was a dreary Saturday afternoon. He had finally been able to get some things done that had eluded him for days. He hoped she was somewhere getting some sun and water, for it was not in the cards for him today. Perhaps she would get enough for both of them.

His emotions ran the gamut. He was up. He was down. Currently it was melancholy. He rolled his head back and forth, trying to determine what was next. He decided he needed to go out for some air.

He slipped behind the wheel and started off. Where would he go? He didn't want to go too far...so much yet to do. He decided he would go where the car took him. It had been a good idea before; it would be good again. He felt a warmth come over him as he turned on to the main thoroughfare.

He liked a road trip. It always made him feel alive. And that anything was possible. He could go anywhere, do anything. Where would this one take him?


He found himself at her door. He wasn't sure how he got here, yet here is where he was. He stood for what seemed like minutes, finally rapping lightly. He heard activity inside. Someone was home.

"This was a bad idea..." he thought to himself. I shouldn't have come here...now...like this. But it was too late. He had already knocked. He would see it through.

She came to the door and opened it. She was shocked to see him. He had never come to her like this. But she was quietly happy to see him. The corner of her mouth turned upward, and he knew that it would be OK.

"Hi..." he murmured. "Hello..." she whispered back.
Posted:Nov 22, 2017 6:45 pm
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2017 9:17 am

In ancient times,
Hundreds of years before the dawn of history
Lived a strange race of people, the Druids
No one knows who they were or what they were doing
But their legacy remains
Hewn into the living rock, of Stonehenge
Stonehenge! Where the demons dwell
Where the banshees live and they do live well
Stonehenge! Where a man's a man
And the children dance to the Pipes of Pan
Stonehenge! 'Tis a magic place
Where the moon doth rise with a dragon's face
Stonehenge! Where the virgins lie
And the prayers of devils fill the midnight sky
And you my love, won't you take my hand?
We'll go back in time to that mystic land
Where the dew drops cry and the cats meow
I will take you there, I will show you how
And oh how they danced
The little children of Stonehenge
Beneath the haunted moon
For fear that daybreak might come too soon
And where are they now?
The little people of Stonehenge
And what would they say to us?
If we were here, tonight
Thankful for American farming
Posted:Nov 22, 2017 6:33 pm
Last Updated:Apr 19, 2018 2:48 am

Working on a sex farm
Trying to raise some hard love
Getting out my pitch fork
And poking your hay.
Scratching in your henhouse
Sniffing at your feedbag
Slipping out your back door
I'm leaving my spray.

Working on a sex farm
Hosing down your barn door
Bothering your livestock
They know what I need.
Working up a hot sweat
I'm scratching in your pea patch
Plowing through your bean field
Planting my seed.

Working on a sex farm
Wolfing down some cornbread
I'm turning on the TV
Joining the grange.
Here's a good one...
Posted:Nov 18, 2017 5:11 pm
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2017 9:19 am

Let's say you are with a man and things end up in the bedroom.
The man has reasonable looks, but isn't overly handsome. He's just a guy.

Said man turns out to be an extremely attentive lover.
BUT...he's horrible in bed.

On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being Harvey Weinstein and 10 being Casanova, where would such a person be on your scale?
No way. Never again
OMG. I'm hooked
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In general. In public.
Posted:Nov 18, 2017 5:07 pm
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2017 9:18 am

I don't know where to start or where to stop
My luck's like a button
I can't stop pushing it
My head feels light
But I'm still in the dark
Seems like without tenderness there's something missing
I don't know where I am but I know I don't like it
I open my mouth and out pops something spiteful
Words are so cheap
But they can turn out expensive
Words like conviction can turn into a sentence
I held your hands
Rings but none on that finger
We danced and danced
But I was scared to go much further with it
Just half a chance
Make sure that one night you're here but
Next night you're not
It always leaves me searching for a little
What's in YOUR wallet?
Posted:Nov 18, 2017 4:40 pm
Last Updated:Apr 19, 2018 2:48 am

We were kidding around the other day, but I think we may have hit on something. There are so many credit card rewards programs. They have ones for frequent flier miles. They have ones for cashback. Cashback before and after. Double cashback. Special vendor extra cashback. And there are the old fashioned green stamp type...accumulate the points and cash them back in for stuff.

What if the site decided to get into the lucrative credit card business? And instead of money, each purchase would earn you credits toward booty calls and other sexual favors? Is that a card you would sign up for ? Would you use it or just keep it in your wallet as a backup for a rainy day?

What would that chart look like? How many $$$ of purchases do you need to get oral? Or a booty call? If you wanted DP, would you have to wait for the special double rewards period?

And what if you went over limit, or didn't pay on time? What kind of punishment would be on THAT chart?

I can see an ad already...pushing MILF benefits. They steal away Sam Jackson. "Are you looking for a M.F. card that pays you in actual M.F. rewards? What's in your wallet?"

I claim 10% of the gross if this goes real. May need a lawyer.

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