In which a life is chronicled.
The Morning Paper

It is early morning, and I have just woken up to the sight of a gentle light through the curtains of your basement windows. You are still asleep, but as I turn over to face you, my hand brushes you and I notice you’ve been dreaming. A soft bump is rising from underneath your blanket as you lie face up on the bed. I cannot resist. Slowly running my hand up and down the bottom of the shaft, I move carefully into position and take you into my mouth. At first there is not any great reaction, but soon you begin to grow harder, and even throb. I pull you deeper into my throat, and the sudden movement stirs you to consciousness. Your eyes meet mine as I playfully lick around the tip and savor your juices. Another moment and you are awake, pulling me on top of you and uttering one word.

“Ride.”

I lean in close, breathing hard into your neck, as we work together to slide you inside me, making me gasp. For a moment I can only kneel over you, taking in the pleasure of having you inside me, and then I begin. I can hardly contain myself, and the movements of my hips come quicker as I begin to hear little moans escape your mouth. I nip your neck and flash a wicked smile, which causes you to grab my waist and flip me onto the bed. Now your strokes are pushing me up, up against the wall, and I have to support myself and prevent the bed from making any noises, while using my other arm to bite down on as the pleasure pulses through my body. A sudden gasp, and I look down to see that you are assisting me in reaching climax by massaging my clitoris with your fingers. Another moment and it cannot wait any longer, and bucking wildly, I reach orgasm, grasping the bedsheets and silently screaming. I take a moment to recover, and then it is your turn. You turn me onto my stomach and pull me up, and I know that another show of pleasuring power is at hand. We move back and forth in a near-perfect rhythmic movement, your hips pushing against mine, sometimes smacking together and eliciting moans from us both. Our motions continue for a little while, but I can feel you getting harder, and your rhythm suddenly becomes more intense. Your gasping becomes more rhythmic, and I know you are close. I clench my muscles in a fit of ecstasy and hear you yell as you reach climax and release.

We both flop back down on the bed, tired and happy.

“Good morning.”

My beau and I are of the type that we will do it if it feels good. So, the other night, we were being intimate and he asked if he could use the rear entrance. We’ve tried it in the past and while I didn’t like it, I agreed so long as there was lubrication, since these things take time to become more pleasurable. It was dark and neither of us could see much, but he located a bottle from a sampler he’d picked up somewhere.

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The argument a now-ex-friend tried to have with me.
Caleb: Ashley, You mentioned that you oppose government spending, and that this is why you support the Tea Party. This does not logically add up. Less than %1 of the budget goes to help poor people with welfare. The military budget is a huge part of government spending. Why don't you go and protest Obama's new war in Libya and Bush's Iraq and Afghanistan things? They Cost a lot of money. The U.S. has thousands of troops in other countries, just sitting there.
There is a whole fleet of navy ships patrolling Latin America to intimidate the people there who are embracing socialism. The U.S. also has AFRICOM in Africa, with troops threatened governments there. The U.S. gives billions to the government of Uganda where they are trying to implement the death penalty for gay people. Where is the Tea Party on all of this? Legalizing drugs would end 90% of the money spent on prisons. (Though, this is mostly at the state level.) The federal highway system is the biggest waste of money ever. We used to have trains all across the U.S., but the oil companies bought the railroads, tore them up, and then bribed congress to build highways.
Let's build high-speed rails. Let's end subsidies for oil companies and banks. These are all things the Tea Party doesn't focus on. The Tea Party focuses on a racist lie, that the "debt" and "spending" is all just going to poor black people who don't work. This is just objectively not true. Right now, all across Ohio, teachers are being laid off by a Tea Party governor who hates "spending" on education. Even though my parents and I have paid into social security our entire lives, now the "Tea Party" wants to take that away. Under the guise of Ayn Rand, Milton Friedman, and Ron Paul's "Free Market" nonesense, they are creating a slave labor capitalism for the rich.
The Tea Party doesn't represent you. You don't have to be a Communist/Socialist to see this. These people are looking to destroy the future of our generation. Don't be duped. -Caleb
Ashley: Hey Caleb, I must ask a favor. Let me make my own political decisions. I'm moving toward Libertarianism faster than you can say Karl Marx, and I came to that conclusion of my own ability. I do my own research and find my own reasons. I appreciate that you are so resplendent in your political knowledge, but please do not attempt to administer to me any longer. Thank you. Yours, Ashley
Caleb: If you are making your own political decisions, why can't you defend them? If I am so dead wrong, why can't you refute my points. I'm not telling you what to do. I am simply begging you to look at certain facts. Why can you simply not engage with me? Being a human being is about struggling to find truth. Perhaps I am wrong. Tell me why. If you really believe in what you are saying, you'll have reasons for it, and furthermore you'll want to win me to those reasons. Politics is not a dinner party. You've happily reminded me on numerous occasions about the reality of Hitler's regime, and its similarities to Obama's politics. Would it be correct for someone in 1933 to say "I support Hitler." And then when you told them about the horrors of his so-called "National Socialism" to just say: "Ashley, I make my own decisions." Politics, especially in a Democratic system where people have the ability to vote and exercise, has serious consequences. I personally have always been fascinated by politics, because I want to be on the side of right in the world. I think my politics are right. You think I am wrong. Let's engage. Let's struggle to find the truth. This is not religion where its a matter of faith. These matters affect everyone's daily lives. "Let me make my own political decisions." That is what I want you to do! I don't think you are currently doing that. The fact you are resisting discussion beyond repeating a few cliches that don't even make sense shows you aren't making your own decisions. Christians are always happy to witness to me on the street about why I should give my life to Jesus. Anarchists are always willing to engage me about the need for a "stateless world." Many of the libertarians I have known in the past are happy to tell what they believe. But you can only toss me cliches and words. You are full of compassion and concern for others. You are a supporter of Lesbian and Gay People's Human Rights. I want to help you find our what you really believe! You cannot even tell me what the "socialist values" I allegedly believe in are! How can you say you are making "your own decisions." I don't want to make any decisions for you. I just don't want fear of struggling for truth to allow someone else to make decisions without resistance.
Ashley: Caleb, what you don't understand is that I don't wish to engage with you. I find debating with you pointless, boring and anachronistic. Perhaps in high school I might have wished to listen to you and debate, but what you don't understand is that as an adult I'm flexing my right to my beliefs. Your constant inability to let me be in the political field has led me to the decision that you and I can no longer remain in any type of contact. You cannot understand that I do not want a debate and deliberately attempt to engage me by spitting phrases meant to inflame my sense of anarchy, which I assure you, is low and sparks few embers. After this message, any contact from you will no longer reach me. I wish to be left alone politically, and I hope you may understand that.
Take care, and good luck trying to get others to see your points.
Help.

I know it’s not true because I have some great friends, but sometimes I feel like nobody cares.
And the times when I most need people to tell me I’m going to be okay, are the times when nobody’s there.
Sometimes music helps to calm me, but I can’t rely on it for everything that goes wrong every day.
At two in the morning when no one’s awake, that’s when I wish I could just call you and hear you tell me it’s going to be okay.
Every night when I have to go to bed alone in a house where the only people who like me,
Are my youngest siblings and my parents think I’m not yet sixteen and treat me as such, I find it difficult to continue.
Maybe it means I need attention, but I just want to know that not everyone hates me.
Not everyone wants me out of their life, and not everyone thinks I’m a complete fuck-up too.
I chose to leave my family’s religion, which means that they treat me differently now and expect me to be a bitch, though I’m not.
I chose to become a part of your family who loves me and doesn’t judge me for what I do, because I’d sooner join a family who preaches what they’re taught.

I need a way out of the torture my mind puts me through.
I need a way to become a more permanent part of you.

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I just find this so fucking funny!

I don’t understand what makes my parents despise my existence.

I want a clove cigarette and a rum runner right now, that would make my night.

They don’t know that about me so what right do they have to be so overlordy?

Fuck my life.