Where have all the cowboys gone

Where have all the cowboys gone

People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in the ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic. —Margaret Lea” — Diane Setterfield (The Thirteenth Tale)

People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in the ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic. —Margaret Lea” 
— Diane Setterfield (The Thirteenth Tale)

"We never even kissed or looked into each other’s eyes. Our lips just trespassed on those inner labyrinths hidden deep within our ears, filled them with the private music of wicked words, hers in many languages, mine in the off color of my only tongue, until as our tones shifted, and our consonants spun and squealed, rattled faster, hesitated, raced harder, syllables soon melting with groans, or moans finding purchase in new words, or old words, or made-up words, until we gathered up our heat and refused to release it, enjoying too much the dark language we had suddenly stumbled upon, craved to, carved to, not a communication really but a channeling of our rumored desires, hers for all I know gone to Black Forests and wolves, mine banging back to a familiar form, that great revenant mystery I still could only hear the shape of, which in spite of our separate lusts and individual cries still continued to drive us deeper into stranger tones, our mutual desire to keep gripping the burn fueled by sound." 
— Mark Z. Danielewski

it’s only kinky the first time

"We’re all searching for something to fill up what I like to call that big, God-shaped hole in our souls. Some people use alcohol, or sex, or their children, or food, or money, or music, or heroin. A lot of people even use the concept of God itself. I could go on and on. I used to know a girl who used shoes. She had over two-hundred pairs. But it’s all the same thing, really. People, for some stupid reason, think they can escape their sorrows." 
— Tiffanie DeBartolo (God-Shaped Hole)

Agape doesn’t love somebody because they’re worthy. Agape makes them worthy by the strength and power of its love. Agape doesn’t love somebody because they’re beautiful. Agape loves in such a way that it makes them beautiful.” — Rob Bell (Sex God: Exploring the Endless Connections Between Sexuality And Spirituality)

Agape doesn’t love somebody because they’re worthy. 

Agape makes them worthy by the strength and power of its love. 

Agape doesn’t love somebody because they’re beautiful. 

Agape loves in such a way that it makes them beautiful.” 
— Rob Bell (Sex God: Exploring the Endless Connections Between Sexuality And Spirituality)

""Humans are the only animal that blushes, laughs, has religion, wages war, and kisses with lips. So in a way, the more you kiss with lips, the more human you are. And the more you wage war." — Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close)”

""Humans are the only animal that blushes, laughs, has religion, wages war, and kisses with lips. So in a way, the more you kiss with lips, the more human you are. And the more you wage war." 
— Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close)”

Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can’t control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That’s what it was like for me. I didn’t plan on falling in love with you, and i doubt if you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, LOVE like that has happpened only once, and that’s why every moment we spent together has been eared in my memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it.” — Nicholas Sparks

A submissive who spontaneously enters space for the first time will frequently recount transcendent and transforming and/or radical mental, emotional, interpersonal, psychic, spiritual and lifestyle thoughts and experiences.

A submissive who spontaneously enters space for the first time will frequently recount transcendent and transforming and/or radical mental, emotional, interpersonal, psychic, spiritual and lifestyle thoughts and experiences.

Domination & submission is filled with similar paradox’s. Such as Pain/pleasure. Enslavement/freedom. A circular and connected balance to exist between apparent opposites.

Domination & submission is filled with similar paradox’s. Such as Pain/pleasure. Enslavement/freedom. A circular and connected balance to exist between apparent opposites.

The only queer people are those who don’t love anybody

The only queer people are those who don’t love anybody


Do not chase people. Be you and do your own thing and work hard. The right people who belong in your life will come to you and stay.

— Wu Tang

Do not chase people. Be you and do your own thing and work hard. The right people who belong in your life will come to you and stay.

— Wu Tang




Modern Depravity of 1900..the artist Edward Fuchs
all hail the King

Modern Depravity of 1900..the artist Edward Fuchs

all hail the King

From Erospainters’ obscure US History/Law Trivia Folder:
"Anywhere in the U.S., it’s illegal to use any live endangered species, excepting insects, in public or private sexual displays, shows or exhibits depicting cross-species sex. (Insectophiles apparently were successful in their lobbying efforts.)”

From Erospainters’ obscure US History/Law Trivia Folder:

"Anywhere in the U.S., it’s illegal to use any live endangered 
species, excepting insects, in public or private sexual displays, shows 
or exhibits depicting cross-species sex. (Insectophiles apparently were 
successful in their lobbying efforts.)”