Making Do

Are you going to love me despite who I am and allow me to love you for who you are while sharing a consensual monogamous sexually satisfying relationship?

No?

Then don’t judge me for finding ways to distract myself from that fact. If I can never have what I actually want then the rest of it doesn’t matter.

You know what I crave even more than multiple mind blowing time bending orgasms?

Parking to watch a storm roll across the inlet and laughing at the way we jump and squeal when lightning strikes and thunder booms 

Long lazy mornings reading in bed too comfortable with each other to get dressed

Trusting each other with our inner darkness and also with our light 

Finishing each other’s sentences 

Sharing the same sky

Tea on the couch

Moonlit walks

Silliness

Intimacy 

You

    ~Kiddṏ 2021

Lovely Luna – Redux

I went to the river and I lay by his side

to feel how you tugged on each of our tides

 

Usually one thinks of oceans and seas

but you pull on all humours even those of creatures and trees

 

Our saps quicken and our breasts become full

so irresistible is your enchanting pull

 

The river ran quiet and deep down it was dark

though your reflection gave his ripples a spark

 

Your light became brighter as you climbed the sky

and I breathed you in then stood with a sigh

 

I stretched up my arms to bathe in your glow

and you lit my path as I turned to go

 

Back in my room alone in my bed

at peace while visions of you swam in my head

 

“I’ll see you in my dreams Lovely Luna” I spoke from my heart

and we drifted off together though ever apart  

~Kiddṏ 2021

 The full moon of July, also called the “Buck Moon” or “Thunder Moon,” will occur July 23 at 10:36 p.m. EDT (0236 GMT on July 24); the near-full moon will make a close pass of Saturn on July 24 and Jupiter on July 25. The full moon in July is called the buck moon because the antlers of male deer (bucks) are in full-growth mode at this time. It is also called the “thunder moon” because of early summer’s frequent thunderstorms

Postoperative Fog

It may sound crazy, and I wouldn’t say this to just anyone but this intense post (minor) surgical pain is kinda the perfect pain.

Impossible to ignore making it very apparent that I have experienced something. There is an intense pain about the size of a fist in the lowest part of my stomach just above my pubic bone.

There are also some serious hot cramps radiating from that clenched fist upward to my navel and back to my asshole. A know-it-all cramp index finger pointing out the obvious (There’s your navel…there’s your asshole… navel…asshole etc.)

The worst menstrual cramps ever but not as intense as natural childbirth.

This experience is WIDE AWAKE but also drowsy and snuggly. The pain is sharp enough to keep me floating right on the edge of that beautiful sleep sea.

Floating mostly in the DELICIOUS drowsy layer of fog that floats just between the waves and the sky of consciousness. 

   In and out of reality is bliss.

    I am so happy that I am not nauseous and that I am not bleeding much. Thankful that my body is fast at work casting it’s magical healing spell. I think Imma gonna make it. The intense pain is more preferable to me than nausea, vomiting, or heavy bleeding.

    So far, I give this endometrial ablation a 5 out of 5 star rating…geez I guess I have been doing Google reviews too much 😛

Not that anyone asked me…

~Kiddṏ

Thoughts of The Little Flag Tied in the Middle of the Tug O’ War Rope

It sucks to realize that the fun always positive personality that people love isn’t your personality

and it sucks when people see your seclusion as you being a selfish bitch

in reality you’re just doing the best you can to keep getting up and going to work everyday 

sometimes everything else is too much

how can I even tell what my true personality is 

when I am constantly being pulled between 

one exhausting pole and the other exhausting pole?

I’m the little flag tied in the middle of the Tug O’ War rope 

I really just want to stay in the middle but 

sometimes I’m closer to Manic Light Laser Show 

and sometimes I’m closer to Deep Dark Tar Pit 

it seems as if I have absolutely zero control of it 

what is the suicidal equivalent of mouth watering?

escape so close I can taste it

the many methods of release playing so vividly in my mind 

like a delicious smorgasbord before a starving man

I feel like this time it is closer than it’s ever been

lately, I have even been avoiding situations that would easily facilitate the final act

but

you know the moment when you know something can’t be avoided?

like the certainty that puking is inevitable

when you wake up queasy with that pre-puke saliva

already pooling in the bottom of your mouth? 

is it  just a matter of time? 

should it not be fought? 

usually you feel better if you just go ahead and puke

you know when you have the urge to say something that you shouldn’t

it’s on the tip of your tongue 

you just have to keep saying to yourself 

“don’t do it don’t do it don’t do it”

until you get past it 

but sometimes you blurt it out anyway?

that’s where I am at

for no reason at all 

other than that’s where I am 

it’s on the tip of my tongue

I can taste it

I can feel myself opening my mouth

to say it 

but keep repeating in my head

“don’t do it don’t do it.” 

I am waiting it out

until I feel happy to be alive and excited again 

the happiness and excitement will return on their own 

for the exact reason that I am struggling with the darkness now

and it ISN’T about red or blue or the flu

last month I was thrilled at every little breeze and cloud and raindrop

now I just can’t wait to get into bed 

no reason

which is the worst! 

there is no reasoning with no reason

but I always manage to wait it out

that’s what is expected of me

so that’s what I am trying to do

again

it feels like I am breathing through a dirty pillowcase 

I don’t want to talk about it

people don’t want to hear it 

so I lie when I manage to pick up the phone

they ask how I’m doing and I’m always “GREAT!”

faking it till I’m making it is easier on the phone 

sounding okay from the depths is hard

impossible if someone is truly listening

probably because of the echoes 

trying to sound cheerful or normal while trapped

under a dark evil anvil makes me sound irritated or impatient

so avoidance really is easier on everyone 

left to my own devices and vices…

unsupervised & working it out on my own

behaving recklessly while hyper is quite different than reckless behavior when I am low  

behaving erratically with a feeling of excitement and joy is exhilarating 

behaving erratically with a sense of hopeless “fuck everything” feels angry

then sad

one is certainly more fun than the other but they are equally dangerous

jumping off of a cliff with a goofy grin on my face to prove that I can fly

versus 

driving straight into a wall with clenched teeth to prove I don’t give a fuck

come to the same conclusion

the end

                                               ~Kiddṏ

Talking to Myself

In my head I’m always writing things to you that I will never
send and then also in my head explaining to you what I
wrote but didn’t send.

Like writing :
“Let’s just say that between the two of you
I would have more fun watching paint dry
with one than getting naked at the
beach and slippery in the surf and then eating insanely delicious
tacos at that Taco Spot on the beach then taking
A1A up the entire south east coast of the state through
all the little beach access towns and ocean avenues
with the other of you.”

Then explaining (also in my head):
“Yeah. I’d trade the day I had today for watching paint dry.
I really would, even though there was a blue storm
a few miles inland while I was naked in the water
with rumbling thunder and distant lightning. Plus, the tacos
were ridiculously delicious at the beach side restaurant.
Also, there are a LOT of magnificent trees, fountains
and ocean views along the scenic route we took back home.
The day was sofa king gorgeous. I wish you could have felt it.
Especially the cool sea breeze from the open windows
with the truck AC blasting on sun warmed skin.”

I’ll leave it up to you to decide who’s who.

So yeah, I’d rather spend time with you than to have sex
and I REALLY enjoy sex. In fact I think it’s one of the top three
reasons to be alive. The other two reasons are, of course,
eating and the one hundred percent innocent non carnal
pure joy I feel from seeing Luna in all of her fullness just
above the horizon or a big bunch of darkening cumulus
clouds or watching a thunderstorm churning the waters at
the inlet or experiencing a meteor streak across the sky so
close I feel like I can reach up and grab it.

I feel guilty for feeling so strongly even though it ISN’T a
bad thing. I can’t help how I feel but I can keep it to myself
by keeping these conversations with you in my head.
My feelings are not your problem.

Don’t even get me started on your dream visitations.
I’m pretty sure you are fully aware of what you are doing there.

~Kiddṏ

7 Year Ache

You said I would be better off without you and then I cried all night

Seven years since you gave up on us and mostly I’m proving you right

Sometimes I wanna go back through our decades together

just to take back all of the times I told you that everything was going to be okay

I must’ve been the only one that believed it anyway

I want to take back the unconditional love I gave you and all of the support

I would’ve been better off keeping those things for myself since I ended up needing them

If I could go back and deserve for you to leave me then it would at least make sense

I’d take back all of the times that I said “I love you more every single day…

no matter what you do,  no matter what you say.”

because then maybe it wouldn’t be true 

And I wouldn’t have seven years of that love growing inside of me with no one to give it to.

                    ~KiDDṏ

 

Actually if all that were possible I would just go back to 1996 and not marry you because I am NOT the type to have an ex husband. I’d prefer to be a spinster or a widow. Of course if wishes were horses then beggars would ride.

Still Single

I can get myself off.

 

I can have wonderful conversations with friends.

 

I can go on nice long drives and hikes with buddies.

 

BUT

 

I miss kisses, cuddles, hugs and giving other people orgasms.

 

I’m a solitary chopstick

that misses being the big spoon or the little spoon.

 

Sometimes I even miss:

 

” What do you feel like for dinner?”

” I dunno, what do you want to eat?”

” I’m happy with literally anything so you pick.”

” Okay, let’s go to the Greek place by the lake.”

” I’m more in the mood for Mexican.”

” Cool, let’s go get nachos & burritos.”

“….or Italian”

“Okay, I’m good with Italian. Where should we get it from?”

 

” I dunno, I’m happy with literally anything”

~KiDD

Horny for Snuggles

Laying on my bed watching the delicious heavy rain’s got me thinking about how the 1st thing you do when you snuggle up against them is kiss the back of their neck

you just do

if there’s long wavy hair in the way you bury your face into the lightly scented depths until your lips meet their nape

then you apply one firm smooch to the base

then a very gentle light-as-a-breath one a little higher up

as you firmly but fleetingly press your pelvis forward into the ripeness of their warm cheeks

and you tighten then slightly release your arms

Unless you’re snuggling a friend

(Which means that you refrain from pressing your pelvis into their cheeks after the neck kisses of course)

then you just lay there snuggled up and experience the rain together

       ~KiDD

 

So many delicious days & nights of perfect snuggle weather.

“And if you can’t be with the one you love honey
snug the one you’re with, snug the one you’re with,
snug the one you’re with, snug the one you’re with.”

Friend Zoned (Spoken word)

You say don’t say or even think things

but then YOU say things that make me think things

Unintentional teasing is not the most delicious torture ever

SEEMINGLY unintentional teasing is…

 

so I’m pretending that you HAVE to know

what you are doing to me

 

Unable to always CONTROL
my thoughts or feelings

I’m managing my actions
so you’ll just have to

be happy (deprived) with that

Maybe BECAUSE certain experiences are taboo

under your guidelines…

 

I’m catching myself

drinking YOU in with my eyes

Silently gasping at a flicker of flesh

my mind playing vivid movies of what

I could be doing to you from this angle

with you in the exact POSITION that

you’re in now

…ughhhh

 

YOUR body so casual and close

but feeling like an overdose

 

Attempting to reign in my thoughts

and being successful

for moments at a time

 

I can’t help loving the consolation prizes my mind

provides itself in commiseration

with my FLESH for the gifts it can’t give you

 

prizes SO graphic and specific
that I know exactly

how far my fingers would
reach around and down

if my hungry palms PERFECTLY cupped the exposed

sections of your sides just above your hips…

from behind

…grrrr

 

FOR me just the thoughts will have to do

is it my imagination or can you see us too?

Tasting you so fully with all of MY senses

except the most delicious aspect

of taste which is TOUCH.

 

OBVIOUSLY,

 

touch is what I’m CRAVING so much

even as I control the urge

 

tingling MY hairs stand up

but instead of goose bumps

my arms and neck are textured by

tiny

little

throbbing

clits

 

…fffuuuuu

 

Keeping things proper,

my face calm, voice light.

My LUST hidden

Saved up FOR later tonight

 

Life is for PLEASURE even if I

have to pleasure myself

 

AND like a ride is more exciting

with both peaks and valleys

 

now I’m thinking of your peaks and valleys

…shhht

 

and of riding

*sigh*

 

PASSION for anyone or anything

is exciting even if unrequited

and makes life more fascinating

 

I thank Unis FOR what I do get…

the things that are real

as well as the visions that are not (yet)

 

I find LIFE. pleasing when I am with you

as I have from the start

 

from a platonic overnight STAY,

to a conversation by phone or by text

I enjoy it all even realizing that NOTHING could be next

 

Knowing not if we will EVER talk again.

This all COULD be over, come to an end

finished between the rising of the sun

and the setting of the moon.

Whenever it is over will feel much too soon

 

So for now I’m letting it BE

 

enjoying the tidbits I get

never pushing unless prompted to

 

Probably BETTER for you

 

That I keep MY hands to myself

and just enjoy the gorgeous view

 

from the FRIEND. zone

~KiDD

The Impersonal Touch

Falling in love instantly at the impersonal touch.

Keeping my face matter of fact

Listening I nod as you move me this way & that

on the inside I am purring & arching my back. 

Whether being checked for bunions at fifty or headlice at seven

the hands upon me feel as if they are giving rather than taking.

Like heaven.

Instantly and forever but just a little

In love

~Kiddo

Unintentional Feelings

Dream whirled

Feelings that I do not intend to use
nothing to gain
but what is there to lose?

Delectable flutterings like a tasty crave
difficult to manage
trying to get my thoughts to behave.

Dazed, preoccupied and distracted,
scenes involuntarily imagined
unable to be redacted.

Slight control of my delicious dreams,
less than usual,
maybe that’s just the way that it seems.

Perhaps my effort is merely token,
a sham of an endeavor,
to cease dreaming of things emphatically left unspoken.

Can it even be done?
Please do not teach me.
That would be less fun.

Dallying with the consciously unthought
we drift through my nocturnal illusion
where deed and sentiment are less fraught.

Serendipitous pleasures I don’t want to miss
I won’t learn how to quit
Ignorance is such delicious bliss.

~KiDD

Dream whirled

Luna my Love

I woke before 4a.m. and tried to sink back into sweet sweet sleep but I felt lonely and untouched so eventually I gave up. Feeling a tidal pull I went outside to commune with the brilliant waxing Beaver moon.

Luna felt my longing and let me know that she empathized easily with my situation because she too is old and alone and untouched by human flesh even though she waxes every month.

“Aha, so the conspiracy theorist are correct!” I thought but she replied “No, I have had visitors in the past but those space suits do not allow for physical intimacy.”

I felt that

I was feeling better about my own situations and thanked her as usual for her lunar inspirations and I lifted my face another moment to bathe in her light.

As I turned to prepare for my day I felt her say “Don’t worry my darling this is but a phase.”

I smiled at her phase turn of phrase. If anyone should know about that it is she.
~ Kiddo 11/11/2019

You can just see the dark edge – not quite full 🙂

Commodious

Read on a bathroom stall…

I’m nobody’s anything
except perhaps second string
certainly no one’s first choice
going days without hearing a voice
or using mine
which is fine
It’s all just white noise
so I wrote this on the bathroom stall
and snapped it with my phone
sober
because I’m no longer drinking alone.

~ Kiddo

commodious

adjective
com·mo·di·ous | \ kə-ˈmō-dē-əs \
1:comfortably or conveniently spacious :

ROOMY
as in a commodious closet
2:archaic: HANDY, SERVICEABLE

Kiddo: Roomy, HANDY, serviceable 🙂

Kiddos Tip: When ‘commodious’ is used to describe a bathroom it could be confusing…do it anyway.