'Time's winged chariot'

Once again, time has sneaked up behind me with the bike-chain.

Perhaps it's advancing age, but I seem to just blink and six months are gone.

So, a brief fill-in - details later.

Salacia is still with me -  lovely, obedient (mostly), the perfect companion and sexy as fuck.

I recently had the occasion to decorate her nether regions with a new toy called a Flamethrower. They're brilliant!

 

This year we had a fun few days in Amsterdam and a week in France - nice to be in foreign parts again.

We attend a number of Fetish events and usually have a damn good time.

We've also had a few sessions with a hardcore pain-sub, giving Salacia chance to explore different aspects of submission. 

In fact, I'm so happy with her, it almost frightens me - how did I get so lucky?

Probably from not fighting my true will, and having faith in it . . .

Tattoo

Salacia decided to be permanently marked with my initial:

Lovely . . .

Clips & Cane

Things with Salacia are progressing very well . . .

She's fairly new to her submissive side, I would have assumed she'd been doing it for years - she's a natural!

She returned home today with a few marks to remember me by:

 Lovely . . .

Salacia

This is Salacia:

 

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A new and wonderful woman in my life. More about her to come.

'The sweetest hours that e'er I spent'

Burns night.

We should celebrate poets more.

Poetry should be heard, not read. So here's a wonderful selection of Burns' poems read by actors.

Enjoy.

Also, one of my fave Burns poems sung by Ian Campbell:

The Sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Were spent among the lasses O

Too true!

'Find your way out of the wild, wild wood'

Snow

Why is falling snow so evocative?

(Mind you, I have the luxury of not having to go out in it, unless I want to)

Still, whenever it snows I think of one of my favourite Robert Graves Poems:

Like Snow

She, then, like snow in a dark night,
Fell secretly. And the world waked
With dazzling of the drowsy eye,
So that some muttered 'Too much light',
And drew the curtains close.
Like snow, warmer than fingers feared,
And to soil friendly;
Holding the histories of the night
In yet unmelted tracks.        

2013

Well, here we are . . .

I am heartily glad to see the back of 2012, although there were some good moments, I have to say it was a lousy, stinking, bloody awful year.

As ever, I take my lead from The Book Of The Law:

Remember all ye that existence is pure joy; that all the sorrows are but as shadows; they pass & are done; but there is that which remains. 

Liber AL  11:9

 Happy New Year!

Solstice

The turning of the year - I love this photo:

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And a thought for the coming year:

Jimmy's End

I've just watched this brilliant film Written By the great Alan Moore.

It's a half hour film available free online.

See it.

Happy Crowleymas!

It's that time of year again . . .

Time to post this:

Sometimes . . .

 . . . it feels like the past is all I have to look forward to.

OK, that's the miserable whingeing old bastard bit out of the way!

C & A

Alys in other poses . . .

I like this one, there's a sort of relaxed dreaminess with 'Hey, it's my cunt, enjoy . . .'

And this was something I enjoyed, before and after it was taken . . .

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Alys, again

I've mentioned Alys before and she has been around a couple of times since to the mutual satisfaction of both of us . . .

She's lovely . . .

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Behind These Eyes

This book is by a dear friend of mine, someone I've known for more than 20 years - A lovely lady.
 It's unshrinkingly honest, and well-written. Do read it.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/210799

Changes

I've been trying to think of elegant ways to say this, or perhaps a suitable quote, but that seems like nonsense, so I'll just say it:

Mocuar and I have gone our seperate ways.

It's virtually impossible to talk about something like this without resorting to cliches, so I won't try. We've been having problems for a while, nothing to do with the sexual or magickal stuff, more personality problems. I haven't mentioned it here because, I suppose, I was hoping that it would be resolved. sadly, it wasn't. It would need a book to explain it all and, frankly. I really don't want to. Suffice to say that she has decided that she has to be on her own, and has gone off to do that. 

I miss her, incredibly.  Mostly I miss the companionship, the sharing of simple things. We had nine and a half years together and I'm grateful for that. There is an empty place in my life which may never be filled again in the complete way she did it, but life has to go on.

Being 60+ has some advantages - one is that you realise that life really is too short - I will do my grieving, as and when it comes, but I don't have the time to spend years sunk in misery, waiting for things to turn around. I have to engage with life. I will take what comfort I can, where I can, whether that's music, poetry or an amiable submissive woman.

As the man said 'Turn and face the strange changes'.

Damn Right

Beauty

The winner of this year's BP portrait award.
 Isn't she lovely?
Nudity is for all . . .

Details here

Who Knows Where The Time Goes

Just realised I haven't posted in over a month and found myself thinking about where the hell the time went - which naturally led me to this song by the luminous Sandy Denny, who I've posted about here. As well as being a superb songwriter, she was one of the great female voices. I never tire of listening to her.

Jung Interview

I stumbled across this today - recorded in 1960, a year before he died. Absolutely fascinating: