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	<title>Our Ruinous Love Blog - A deviant Love Story</title>
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		<title>aching muscles, excited heart</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[I put in another physically taxing shift at the warehouse today.  Temperatures outside have been rising this past week, so it&#039;s not as cold in there as it usually is,  but that&#039;s about the only positive I can think of to say right now.  My arms and shoulders are so tired I&#039;m surprised I can type without cramping up.  Every time I move I exhale and quietly moan like an old man.  <br /><br />We received over 1100 cases of Italian Mineral Water on several pallets, each case containing twelve bottles and weighing about 40 pounds.  The task for the day was to go through and find all the boxes that had water damage or mold, and separate them from the rest.  Then, we had to restack the pallets with the boxes that were still good, and shrink wrap them up tight to be shipped out next week.  Of the 1100 cases we found over 200 that were damaged, and nearly all of them were on the very bottom of the pallet, thus making it necessary to basically lift and move all 1100 cases.  Of course, my partner for the day was called away several times to do other warehouse work, so in the end I probably lifted and restacked at least 650 of those 1100.  That&#039;s a lot of continuous stress and strain on the back, arms, shoulders and neck, and I am feeling it all right now.  Ouch.<br /><br />That&#039;s all over with now, and since getting off work MY LOVE and I have come home, had dinner, and watched a movie.  And it&#039;s not even eight o&#039;clock yet!  I know it&#039;s not going to be a late night for either one of us though.  We have a busy day of grocery shopping and a busy night working/attending the Sensations Play Party at Sindicate.  I also have to get up tomorrow and upload my WTNRradio show.  Last week I don&#039;t know how I did it, but I managed to forget all about the program and miss my deadline.  It was the early morning and the busy day helping MY LOVE with her business that really did it.  Thankfully there&#039;ll be none of that tomorrow.  <br /><br />I&#039;m excited about Sensations.  We both are.  It&#039;s been a long time since we had a few drinks to unwind, and I know MY LOVE could definitely use a little of that.  It&#039;s always wonderful to share my music with a room full of kinky people, and just sit back and watch the action unfold, but I am interested in participating tomorrow night too.  Not sure if I&#039;ll bring some implements with me or what, but there is going to be some fun going on before the night is over.  I think we both need a little of that too.<br /><br />Really hope to see some new faces!]]></content>
		<id>http://www.ruinouslove.com/blog/index.php?entry=entry120203-203821</id>
		<issued>2012-02-04T00:00:00Z</issued>
		<modified>2012-02-04T00:00:00Z</modified>
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	<entry>
		<title>Uninhibited #3</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[<center><img src="images/Uninhibited3.jpg" width="455" height="233" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.clips4sale.com/studio/20078" target="_blank" >www.clips4sale.com/studio/20078</a></center><br /><br />Tonight, “Uninhibited #3” comes out in our new Heteroflexible K studio on Clips4Sale.  Not much I can really describe to you – it’s another solo masturbation scene starring me/K.  I guess the one thing worth mentioning is a particularly flattering camera angle that plays a big part in making this a decent scene.  I set our HD camera on a tripod, on the floor, and aimed it up at the chair I was sitting in.  Unfortunately some of the footage was not in frame, but what I did manage to salvage looks pretty damn good.  <br /><br />The weather has been so unseasonably warm lately that I actually saw a mosquito the other day, and there are buds on many of the flowering plants in the neighborhood.  On the way to Salem earlier in the week MY LOVE and I saw a ton of baby sheep in a field and wondered if that wasn’t just a little strange for this time of year.  Our ignorance is probably showing…<br /><br />MY LOVE did NOT get up at some insane hour like 4am this morning.  Not that she wasn’t up early, just not ridiculously so.  Business is picking up and she has a new determination to make what she is attempting work.  I believe in her, and can only stand back and marvel at her discipline and will to succeed.  It doesn’t leave a lot of time for “US” right now, but it does leave me a lot of time to accomplish other things like making music, writing books, shooting solo porn and so on.  Putting in time at the warehouse helps me to make ends meet – barely! – but that sort of job/career is not what I want to concentrate on.  If what MY LOVE is doing goes big, I might just have to though.  I would gladly step in then, and put things on hold.  <br /><br />No sexual stuff to tell you about today.  We got just enough time together last night to sit on the couch and watch a movie but that’s it.  Soon after, she was headed to bed while I stayed up a bit longer to continue working on the computer.  I was updating my WTNRradio profile and getting ready to work on my MySpace and ModelMayhem accounts too.  The guy who expressed interest in shooting with me through ModelMayhem turned out to be full of shit.  I don’t know if he chickened out or never intended to work together, but he wasted my time, so fuck him.  I could really use some new professional photos dammit!]]></content>
		<id>http://www.ruinouslove.com/blog/index.php?entry=entry120201-161550</id>
		<issued>2012-02-01T00:00:00Z</issued>
		<modified>2012-02-01T00:00:00Z</modified>
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		<title>&quot;Sensations&quot; music, Solo Masturbation, Anal Sex and more!</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[No warehouse work today, which means I’ve spent the last few hours working on the music for the Sensations Play Party this Saturday.  MY LOVE was up at 3:30am this morning, and put in a very hard day at work while I sat at the computer and piddled around the house.  I did hop on my bicycle and ride about a mile to pick up a copy of the movie “Drive” from a nearby video kiosk, but that’s the only time I left the house.  We didn’t see many movies in 2011 that were actually released in said year, but this one we did, and I am of the opinion that it’s the best film I saw in 2011.  Picking up the DVD certainly wasn’t a big workout, but considering how sore I am from my few hours at the warehouse yesterday, I’m glad to have put any exercise in at all.  It’s been a wonderfully lazy day, and tomorrow will likely be more of the same.  Thursday and Friday I go back in to the warehouse to help out on a small project, then it’ll be Saturday, and I’ll just be counting the hours until Sensations…<br /><br />As usual, I’ve put together one hell of a dark, erotic, beat-heavy set list that I know will please everyone who attends.  Since I started seriously trying to DJ last year my music catalog has grown immensely, and the most beautiful thing of all is that there is still so much more out there to discover.  I regularly get emails from friends who have suggestions for me, and quite often people will come up during parties or events and ask if I have songs that I’ve never even heard of.  Discovery is such a huge part of the joy and obsession I experience with music.  I don’t think it’ll ever grow old.<br /><br />Two days ago I filmed another solo masturbation scene for my Heteroflexible K studio, but it hasn’t been released yet, and it looks like we might have two custom videos to make for a customer that really enjoys anal sex.  I sent him the invoice last night, but he hasn’t paid yet.  Still, he seemed very serious and sincere, and even expressed interest in having us shoot footage that he alone would own the rights to.  The price difference is about three times more, so we eagerly await his reply.<br /><br />No answer regarding financing for the book.  Still keeping my fingers crossed, which means this was a very difficult post to type.  My hands are starting to cramp…]]></content>
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		<issued>2012-02-01T00:00:00Z</issued>
		<modified>2012-02-01T00:00:00Z</modified>
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		<title>with fingers crossed</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[I am typing this post with my fingers crossed.  Earlier this afternoon I submitted my final request for funding for “Our Ruinous Love: a deviant love story” and the total was twice what I originally anticipated asking for.  This new total came from all the research I recently did regarding costs for publicity and other promotional necessities.  To my surprise, publicists are incredibly expensive, but I guess their worth far outweighs the few hundreds of dollars one might spend on focused advertising and such.  I don’t pretend to understand the whole process yet, nor do I really know for sure where the money will be best spent, but I still have time to figure all that out while I am writing.  Looking up information like that will be a welcome distraction – a nice break – when I am spending hours at a time doing nothing but working on the book.  The new information might even shape a few decisions along the way.<br /><br />Last night, I think we went to bed before 8pm.  I know it definitely hadn’t reached 9pm yet.  Unlike the night before, there was no passionate sex before drifting off.  In fact, I think MY LOVE was asleep by the time I got to bed, and it didn’t take me long at all to follow suit.  We both awoke later than usual today, and with the exception of middle-of-the-night bathroom breaks we probably slept about eleven hours.  All the early days in a row for MY LOVE really caught up to her, and my only excuse is that I’m getting old and smoking too much pot these days.  Feels great though!  <br /><br />Tomorrow I will be going into the warehouse again, to lend a helping hand.  Apparently they have quite a busy day planned.  I’ve spent so many hours in front of the computer these last few days, trying to find out how damn much it was going to cost to promote my book, that I could really use the break.  The physical labor will be nice too.  Despite the mostly nasty weather lately, I’ve managed to put in quite a few miles on the bicycle – almost 15 on Thursday alone! – but the upper body work continues to go poorly.  That’s why days where I lift and carry hundreds of bags don’t really bother me.  I need it.  If only there were a reasonable way to duplicate the whole thing at home – but the moment I started moving and stacking a bunch of bags in the garage I know it’d become tedious and boring just like all other repetitive exercises do.  The only reason I “like” it when I’m working at the warehouse is because I’m getting paid to do it, it’s good for me, and I enjoy what it does to my physique.  <br /><br />I won’t be hearing anything about the Heteroflexible K project until mid-February.  Clip sales for that studio are still doing okay.  Meanwhile, sales of “OK to Dis-connect” have gotten a bit better.  I’m playing with video ideas because I know I really need to release another one to really see some progress, and even then there’s no guarantee.  It’s so hard for me to understand why some musical groups ever became popular, signed record contracts, or even made it out of the basement/garage.  I have an incredibly wide range of tastes and one hell of an open mind, but some of the stuff I hear is total shit.  I’m sure plenty of people feel that way about my music too, and so it goes. <br /><br />MY LOVE broke out the Hitachi Magic Wand today and used it on her clit while I held legs open and did my best to fuck her deep and hard.  She lay at the edge of the bed while I stood on my toes and leaned forward, fighting to keep those strong legs from coming together, or pushing me so far away that my cock fell out of her cunt.  Sometimes it is quite a little workout, but I always enjoy myself.  It gives me the opportunity to sort of “sit back” and watch what is going on.  MY LOVE is a beautiful little thing when she is trying to squeeze out an orgasm or two.  This occurred right before she was planning on going down to the garage to do some cardio, so I pulled out and unloaded all over her thighs and twat instead of dumping my load in her.  I’m not sure, but I think she cleaned most of it off before putting on her shorts, which is very disappointing.  She’s been known to demand it all over her chest so she can smell it the whole time she’s down there on the treadmill or bicycle.  After I wiped my cock off I actually flopped back down on the bed and took a small, unintended nap.  Just fell asleep while basking in the glow… ]]></content>
		<id>http://www.ruinouslove.com/blog/index.php?entry=entry120129-210240</id>
		<issued>2012-01-30T00:00:00Z</issued>
		<modified>2012-01-30T00:00:00Z</modified>
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		<title>A Little Sexy in Your Day</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[You may wonder what a couple of sexual deviants do on a cold Saturday in late January.  We chose to gather a small group of people together this morning, drive nearly 100 miles, and spend another couple of hours together working on a project related to the business MY LOVE is trying to make a bundle in.  It was a very exhausting but worthwhile way to spend the day, but it was a million miles from sexy.  Not that I aspire for every moment in every day to contain some sexy, but the weekends should always be full of it. <br /><br />Last night ended on a particularly sexy note.  MY LOVE and I decided to go to bed early, knowing we’d be up at a rather ridiculous hour this morning.  She managed to finish her nightly routine before I did, so when I finally came into the bedroom she was already under the covers, reading her book.  When I crawled under the covers with her I definitely did not expect her to reach over, turn off the light, and then wedge her body between my legs.  I thought she would continue to read while I snuggled up next to her and drifted off to sleep, because that is what we’ve been doing these last few nights.  Instead I found a pair of incredible lips smashed against mine, with a playful hand groping between my legs.  I responded, as you can imagine, by pushing MY LOVE onto her back and covering her neck and ears with little nibbles and kisses.  She reached down once again, groping for my cock, wanting it inside her. <br /><br />It was a good, passionate fuck.  We talked dirty to each other and I swear that pussy was sopping wet the entire time.  The lights were off, and I put all of my weight on top of her, relaxing as much of my body as a person who is fucking someone can manage to.  As I pushed my prick in and out of her hole I told MY LOVE how I often focus so completely on the sensations going on between my legs that she basically ceases to exist.  I explained that this was definitely the case when she would pretend to take a nap.  I was not in any way suggesting that I wanted her to feign sleep at that moment, only talking dirty to her, but soon I found myself enjoying a body instead of a person.  I took advantage of the situation and let myself enjoy the fuck for a while before dumping a huge load.  It was a wonderful way to end the night, and we curled back up in the darkness and fell asleep in each other’s arms.  <br /><br />     <br />I’d like to believe there might be some sexy stuff happening later tonight, but I’m so damn tired…]]></content>
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		<issued>2012-01-29T00:00:00Z</issued>
		<modified>2012-01-29T00:00:00Z</modified>
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		<title>&quot;My Name Is K&quot;</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[Put in a few hours at the warehouse today but for the most part it’s about sitting in front of the computer, as usual.  For the last couple of days I’ve been working on a new song, for a new album that I hope to at least complete before the end of the year.  It is called, “My Name Is K” and will basically be the song I use to “introduce” myself.  Here, have a listen: <embed src="http://www.ruinouslove.com/K4.mp3" width="144" height="30" type="audio/mpeg" autostart="false" loop="false" bgcolor="black"> </embed><br /><br />Sales of “OK to Dis-Connect” aren’t exactly amazing, but I’m happy to have any at all.  What I really need to do is start sending out copies to get reviewed, so maybe I can get some extra attention.  I’ll admit, I’ve done very little promotion on this album.  Right now my mind is on, and my time is dedicated to, other things.<br /><br />This morning, I came downstairs to find MY LOVE crouched on the floor next to my desk.  She had the laptop hooked up to one of our printers, and was there on her knees, making several copies of a letter she needed to send out.  She was wearing her fuzzy, light blue robe that barely covers her ass when she’s standing up, and needless to say, it was revealing a whole lot more with her bent forward like she was.  I simply could not help myself.  I stopped, squatted down, and lifted the bottom of the robe up to her waist, so all of that luscious ass was exposed.  Her beautiful little butthole beckoned but I resisted, instead reaching further down and beginning to softly run my fingertips along her cunt.  She shivered, and moaned, and it didn’t take but a moment for her to become sopping wet.  Using my other hand, I struggled to free my cock while sliding two of my fingers into her pussy and lightly fucking her with them.  Once my meat was free, I put a little saliva on the tip and pushed it in.  She was tight, and it’s been a few days since we had sex, so I went slow and tried to hold off on the explosion that was building.  MY CUNT remained very wet, moving her hips and ass back against me firmly when I would pause so as not to orgasm.  A few deep breaths and then I was pushing back deep into her, but doing it ever so slowly.  This really added to my torment, instead of alleviating it, and a further unexpected pleasure came from the zipper of my pants resting underneath and against my balls.  It sort of acted like a cock ring, but without the benefit of lasting longer.  Instead, the pressure down there got me off quicker than I would have liked.  That’s right, I blame my performance on my zipper!<br /><br />Not that MY LOVE was complaining.  Little slut liked it…]]></content>
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		<issued>2012-01-25T00:00:00Z</issued>
		<modified>2012-01-25T00:00:00Z</modified>
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		<title>Sensations: Sensual Sensation Play Party</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[Some good news on the DJ front: the play party, “Sensory Overload”, has a new name and is being held in a new location.  The event is now called “Sensations: Sensual Sensation Play Party” and takes place from 8pm to 1am at the Sindicate, which is located at 5224 SE Foster Road.  Not only is there a main dungeon/play area, there are several other private and semi-private play spaces to enjoy.  The amount of equipment will greatly increase, and my only fear is that the place may be too small for a big group of people.  Would love to see the limits tested though.  During the recent rope play party that I was the DJ for, the space was pretty damn empty.  Still, it was wonderful to stand less than five feet away from MY LOVE and do my job while she was bound, hung upside down, and had Nerf arrows shot at her legs, feet, arms, chest and back.  I tried to take some photos for everyone to enjoy but the space was dark, and the camera made many in attendance nervous.<br /><br />More good news: our friend has returned from Hawaii, and he and I are currently in the middle of talks about the funding I requested for my book.  I am happy to report he is taking me seriously, and actually making me give him a broader budget than I originally anticipated asking for.  The bottom line is, I’m sure he wants to see me do this right, so I’m glad he’s making me consider the whole process now.  As I explained to him, I am the kind of guy that, when faced with a task or goal will dive right in but not plan for or even consider the final steps that might be required in the process.  I’ll just deal with it when I get to it - that&#039;s my mind set.  What we’re talking about right now is the budget for promotion of the book.  I knew it was something I would have to make important decisions about eventually, but I thought I would research and figure it out while I was writing.  My plan is to have the book done in two months, so that felt like plenty of time to accomplish that.  The fact is, I know almost nothing about what a professional can do for me when it comes to press releases, and placement of promotional pieces, nor do I have any idea of what that will cost.  But I will definitely need the help of a professional, so I will know shortly.<br /><br />Further good news: the man who expressed interest in investing in a site that would be all about me said recently that the amount I am requesting looks doable.  The man is just so damn busy, and he’s headed to Europe soon, which will really put his mind on other things.  I am eager to get started but know that I must be patient.  If I do get the go-ahead, this will be the beginning of what I hope becomes “HeteroflexibleK.com”, which will feature me doing solo masturbation scenes, hand job and blow job scenes with men, women and couples, strange/odd penetrations where I fuck things like watermelons and sofa cushions, try to see how many donuts I can fit on my cock, etc. and any other crazy sexual thing I get it in my head to do.  Sales in our Heteroflexible K studio on Clips4Sale studio aren’t spectacular or anything, but they definitely show there is some interest there.  Without the element of brutality in my clips, or at least BDSM play of some kind, I am going to have to appeal to a whole new fan base.  I am thrilled to accept the challenge, and stick my cock where no cock has gone before!  <br /><br />Maybe.<br /><br />Nothing, except the new home for the play party, and my participation as a DJ, is yet settled.  I’ve not heard a definitive “Yes” on either book or web site, but I feel very confident.  It’s going to be a busy, productive, successful year!]]></content>
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		<issued>2012-01-24T00:00:00Z</issued>
		<modified>2012-01-24T00:00:00Z</modified>
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	<entry>
		<title>Sex with the Family Dog</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[One of my co-workers at the warehouse likes to spend his lunch hour watching some pretty trashy television.  Programs like Jerry Springer, or occasionally the Spanish speaking equivalent of it.  We&#039;ve often been in the lunch room at the same time and joked about what we were witnessing, and I told him several times that each day he watches he loses at least one I.Q. point.  It&#039;s something he is drawn to, for whatever reason, and I can hardly find fault in his not-so-guilty pleasure.<br /><br />The few times I&#039;ve tuned in, it was abundantly clear the shows were set up to allow people to humiliate and physically confront each other without dealing with any real or immediate consequences.  It is so blatant as to be ridiculous, and as the days passed I began to wonder just how long it would be until fans were demanding a new, higher level of violence or humiliation from these shows.  My joke to my co-worker was that show titles like &quot;My daughter is an out of control slut&quot; would turn into &quot;My daughter is having sex with my brother while they set fire to our house&quot;.  It&#039;s only logical that what we saw last year will not keep the disturbed and salivating masses happy for long.<br /><br />Friday, when I went into work to help out briefly, I told my co-worker I&#039;d watched Jerry Springer the day before, and the show title was &quot;I&#039;m having sex with the family dog&quot;.  He laughed, and for the briefest moment I wasn&#039;t sure he&#039;d really heard or understood me, then he said something about how it would have been okay if it was a strange dog from down the street, and I knew he got the joke.  This is one of the reasons I miss him when I do not work at the warehouse.]]></content>
		<id>http://www.ruinouslove.com/blog/index.php?entry=entry120122-111323</id>
		<issued>2012-01-22T00:00:00Z</issued>
		<modified>2012-01-22T00:00:00Z</modified>
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		<title>the antisocial introvert who misses people (sort of)</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[I love working at home, setting my own schedule, and having the freedom that comes with being my own boss.  Love it.  Being an introverted, antisocial guy, I do not miss people a whole lot.  Yet, these long, gray winter days have begun to get to me already, and I find myself craving a regular/straight job.  Part of me just misses the camaraderie I recently shared at the warehouse, with a couple of the employees, but a larger part of me is seriously pining for the damn clerk positions at the porn shops.  I know this is going to sound bizarre, but the desire has very little to do with sex.  I miss the atmosphere - being surrounded by movies, magazines, and sex toys while my music plays over the speakers and I sit at the counter, stoned out of my mind - and I miss trying to help people with their sexually-related problems, questions or decisions.  I don&#039;t miss the weirdos, co-workers, or the commute but there are certainly moments I wish I could relive over and over again.  Despite some complaints I may have voiced in the past, working in a porn shop is still a damn cool occupation.<br /><br />Hell, working in the warehouse would actually be pretty fun too, if it weren&#039;t so damn cold in there. And honestly, the boss also being my future mother in law is a little bit scary.  I don&#039;t want to put a strain on that relationship, so I&#039;m happy to be missing the place a bit.  I do have a schedule I try to follow, now that I am back to working from home, but I&#039;m going to have to keep tweaking it.  Even though I know I&#039;m getting work done, and cutting down on things like checking email too many times a day, I still get to the end of the evening feeling like I haven&#039;t done enough.  Maybe that&#039;s a good feeling to have, if it keeps me motivated.<br /><br />Sometimes it is tough being so antisocial.  I do wish I had friends, don&#039;t get me wrong, but my attempts in the past have largely led to disappointment.  And there are currently no men or women clamoring to get to know me, so I guess I can remain comfortably antisocial without exerting much effort.  These gray days with almost no sunlight also have me missing Dewaine.  I want to secretly drop off music and other stuff in his mailbox so he knows what&#039;s going on with me.  I wonder how he is doing - has he grown up, moved out, changed at all?  Maybe he has, and we could finally have a friendship that means something, but I feel like it&#039;s smarter and safer to stay away and let our lives continue the way they are.  I just get so damn  lonely in this place sometimes, without MY GIRL.<br /><br />The gray, cold, unpleasant days that winter brings can really effect me negatively, in many ways, and that is why things like natural light, exercise, and especially getting out and riding my bike are so important.  It might be gray out there, but I&#039;m still getting fresh air, and everything else I described.  Even a brief five miles can raise my spirits greatly.  The alternative is to exercise in the garage, which has no natural light, no fresh air, and is basically a small, cold, cement box.  That might appeal to a sick cunt like MY LOVE, but not me.  I have to make it work somehow, because I am back to making no progress with my upper body now that I&#039;m not lugging fifty pound bags around on a daily basis.  Even if my fantasy of being able to go out on the Willamette River and row had come true it wouldn&#039;t be a very appealing alternative right now, considering the weather.  Still, I think the newness/novelty would prevail.<br /><br />Tonight I DJ, and that will definitely brighten my day! ]]></content>
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		<issued>2012-01-19T00:00:00Z</issued>
		<modified>2012-01-19T00:00:00Z</modified>
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	<entry>
		<title>Uninhibited </title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[I got up in the middle of the night last night, to go to the bathroom, and had the distinct impression it was already getting light outside.  As I made my way back to bed I stopped at one of our windows and peeked out into the courtyard behind our townhouse.  It was indeed growing light, but the reason had little to do with the rising or setting of the sun.  About three inches of snow had accumulated, and that is what was making it so bright out there, in the dead of the night.  I thought for sure this would destroy the majority of the plans I had for today, but the truth was, I could have walked to accomplish at least half of them if I needed to.  It rained all morning, which meant the snow had begun to turn to slush.  Honestly, I think my chances would have been better in the snow, as I have yet to attach fenders to my bicycle.  Any moisture on the road was going to get tossed up in my face, and rooster-tailed onto my back, without them.  That was not something I was going to let stop me though.<br /><br />I waited until nearly noon before setting out.  By then the rain had stopped and it was actually kind of warm out.  There was still plenty of slush on the roads, and the sidewalks, but I am damn confident in my ability to handle conditions that are much worse than that.  Sometimes it’s just a simple matter of slowing down but sometimes it takes more tricky adjustments like letting a bit of air out of your tires for better traction.  I didn’t have to make any major adjustments today, I simply dressed warm and headed into to town to take care of a couple errands.  The ride was pleasant, if a bit cold and wet, but nothing I’d complain about.  By the time I got back home I was definitely on the verge of uncomfortable, but still in great spirits.  Since then I’ve showered, put on some clean clothes, and made myself a hot lunch.  MY LOVE is – you guessed it! – away on business, and probably won’t even finish until after 4pm.  That means another day without her, followed by the majority of another night with her around in the physical sense - but otherwise absent.  She will come home, most likely make herself something to eat, and then jump right back into her work.  She is one dedicated cunt!  <br /><br /><center><img src="images/Uninhibited2.jpg" width="450" height="249" border="0" alt="" /><br /><a href="http://www.clips4sale.com/studio/20078" target="_blank" >www.clips4sale.com/studio/20078</a></center><br /><br />This just leaves me more time to work on my book, or any other projects I am interested in dedicating a little bit of time to.  It means I am already done with my WTNRradio program for this upcoming Saturday’s show.  I have exactly one thing to do and it will be ready to upload.  It also means I recently put up three Heteroflexible K clips, on Clips4Sale.  One of them - Uninhibited #2 pictured above - is a solo masturbation scene I shot the last time we were at Brasada Ranch in Central Oregon.  Hopefully it’ll mean some more filming soon, as I’ve run out of footage to edit.  Either I’m going to have to get someone to suck my cock on camera, or I’m going to have to go to the store and buy some strange things to fuck.  I know watermelon is out of season right now but there have to be some other like-sized choices available.  I’ll just have to start walking up and down the aisles, repeating “Can I stick my cock in that?” as I go along.]]></content>
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		<issued>2012-01-18T00:00:00Z</issued>
		<modified>2012-01-18T00:00:00Z</modified>
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