F This (may cause offense to delicate sensibilities or anyone younger than em, 12 maybe?)

Can’t we all be f#*°®¥°*¢ friends

As birds that f#*°¢ together

F*°«~*’s such a better choice

If we all had f¢¥* f#*°®¥°#

 

I used to couldn’t swear, it’s true,

Erupted just instead,

Blessed myself and wondered why

Couldn’t even curse in head,

Then thought a bit about some words

And joy of all behold,

Realised perception’s worth,

I practised, grew quite bold.

Didn’t say them when they caused

Any deep offense,

Didn’t say them to my dad,

You’re joking, not that dense.

But found that words like feck and fuck

And shit and sod and damn

Kept volcanic in its place,

Accursed sort of dam.

Use them sometimes as a laugh,

Some jokes just need that jest,

Other times I use them, well,

Hubby knows those best.

Found a fuck to give right here,

Well many, just be warned,

Fucks aplenty, no asterisks,

But, with humour, lessons learned.

Haven’t counted but I know

There are fucks galore

But funny fucks and useful fucks,

I’m keeping some in store.

Only one that I can’t see

Is one I wrote at first ^^^^

Flying fucks from feathered friends

With not a single curse.

Symbols might suggest there’s more

Than merely letters missed

We fill the blanks in anyway

So no censorship for this.

http://tonysbologna.com/2015/07/02/social-media-and-the-state-of-fucks/

SEX!!!! (and censorship…shhh)

I had another post in mind for today but I read two posts of a blogger I’ve only recently come to follow. She had some struggles today with a very honest post dealing with oral sex. It was not in the least offensive. But she had her doubts. Her second post reflected these. She removed her first post then reinstated it when her confidence took an upturn.

I think it’s a shame that we are so filled with doubts on what is acceptable here in blogland. None of us is sure when we hit that button to publish just how what we post will be received. I know I have had many doubts. Not only about posts shared but also about comments made. (I’m a bit of a mouth at times. Sorry, but true.) It’s a gamble. No doubt of it.

It does help though if we know that there is an openness in this land of words and shared ideas that, even while some may not agree, there is no need for us to fear what we may discuss.

Another blogger I follow removed a post this week just as I was about to comment and encourage her to continue her presence here.

To both of these bloggers, women after my own heart, I wrote this to let them know that they have my support along with the many who gave theirs in their comments.

 

Now there are lots of little fancies for your pleasure,

Accoutrements to tickle while you wait,

Gifts for some indulgent self-endeavour

And those reserved just solely for your mate.

 

There are joys of sex abounding for the asking

With willing hands that wield a sensual load,

Locations for a titillative teasing

And many paths that wend from just one road.

 

There are tongues and lips that like to go awander,

To travel south where aches throb deep with want,

Many are the mouths that purse to ponder

While fulfilling what leaves others pale and gaunt.

 

Some there are who know the kamasutra

And ‘read’ its pictures with a certain inclination

While others view such images as puerile

And seek other forms of subtle delectation.

 

There are Trappists who resist all worldly knowing

And contemplate a life of quietude.

Others scream, orgasmic in the showing

Of bonded bodies. This is also good.

 

There are mothers, like my own, whose efforts trying

To educate while censoring her spate,

Informed me that, ‘Some people when they’re dining,

Sometimes even like to lick the plate’!

 

Euphemisms for the genitalia,

‘Flowers’, ‘fannies’, ‘manhood’ and the like

Bemuse the young and crease my sense of humour,

Though my laughter is not done with any spite.

 

There are places where I’d never speak of sexual

Though not many as I’m open to that sphere.

A censored self is perfectly acceptable

But surely not because of others here.

 

I welcome how the words found in this venue

Attest to honesty and just debate,

I love that with those words my trust renews

And many get to share some awful fates.

 

It’s in openness and words said with a glad heart

That many wounds and hurts are lifted, healed,

In discovery that there are others just like you,

When truths, uncertainties are not concealed.

 

Maybe ponder on a page before dismissing

Just what the writer tries to oft portray.

Where none offence is given then why take some?

Instead believe the words they have to say.

 

Prohibition never works, we all know this,

Just ask the Jack of Daniels or his pals,

Cunnilingus, fellatio, aka ‘intimate kiss’,

Are just some words used and done by guys and gals.

 

I’d link to who brought forth this post, no problem,

But I’d firstly want approval, only fair.

The trial of her open poll was awesome

And, if she likes, I’d gladly join and spare

 

Any sense of blushing for her posting;

It took courage and a readiness to relate.

If others are offended by sex, I’m toasting

That some there are who like to lick that plate!

 

Now I haven’t checked the spelling of some terms here in this missive

But I’m good with that so some can take red pen,

Strike through all the words they find offensive

And I’ll ignore them. I’d rather have the act than spell their name.

 

UPDATE.

 

I’m delighted that my new-found friend has found this

And, approval sought, so given with a smile

So here’s the link to Mer; let nought confound us.

Blogging shared makes all the words worthwhile.

 

Now there’s one who, with her certain sense of giving

And receiving of what is love and how it manifests,

If, shyly, with her own doubts and self-misgivings

Should wish, I’ll proudly show my own self-interest.

 

For, in sensual words and images depicted,

There really is a world of huge array.

Some view sex as chore, ‘lay back and think of England’,

While she, like many, see the fun and play.

Goldilocks Was Wrong. Or Just Right. I’m Not Sure.

I have come to the conclusion that I talk too much. This is not a recent finding. I’ve known it for years. Been told for years too. Though some people say it’s not too much. It’s just right. Like Goldilocks and her third try at porridge.

But I think it might be too much.

This makes my 504th post. I’ve been here since June 13th of this year. That’s 158 days including today. And it’s not over yet. 😉 That averages out at 3.189873417721519 per day, apparently. Is that too much? Is that too little? Is that just right? Can I gab for Scotland? If they make it an Olympic event might I be in with a chance of a gold medal?

And I talk more than I write. So that’s a lot, I’m thinking. Those around me possibly, probably, maybe want to tell me to shut the f*** up. But I can’t it seems. And I don’t think I want to. Whatever anyone says.

Sure I talk shite sometimes. Sometimes I don’t. Sometimes, I don’t talk at all. No. Really!

Sometimes I shouldn’t even use that shite word. But I do. And sometimes I use worse. Not to be deliberately offensive, to be sure. Just that sometimes certain words fit. And words are tools. Can I say that? Well, they are. They express, they are chosen and placed to do so. They are wonderful. Even the swears. Are we really reaching that point where we are policed about what we can write? And how we do it?

Everyone has the choice of whether to read or not. Or walk away if I’m doing their head in. Easy peasy.

So why am I saying all this?

Well, I’ve been following a blogger for a little while now. Someone who has made me laugh uproariously. He’s also moved me to tears a couple of times. I found him through Rene. She makes me laugh too. Usually about 4 o’clock in the morning when I’ve had a late night or an early wakening. Her humour can be dark. She likes her politics and her dogs and is quite partial to certain musicians. Very kindly posts lovely pics too! I even laughed when I found out that my love poems are not her cup of tea! Outed, Rene! But that’s fine. Brenda likes them. So that’s all to the good. But then she’s a magical creature with fantasy running through her veins. Not that you’re not, Rene. Sheesh. It’s so hard not to offend.

 Now see, I’ve wandered. That’s what I do.

Anyway, I found out that Rene isn’t into certain things by reading comments on Treyz Blog where Rene was assuring Trey that ‘Well, I wasn’t offended and didn’t write in about you. I think some people are just offended about too many things. Shit on them. That is one reason I don’t join things, I don’t want them dishing out rules I have to write by. I write when I want to and feel the need…’

Brenda isn’t offended by Treyz humour.

‘Holy Mackerel! Just write I say. No one is making them read…..’

And that makes perfect sense. Perfect. I can’t say it better.

I didn’t get to see the post because I’ve had a manic week and haven’t done much reading. When I went to check it out I couldn’t find it. I like to know what I’m going to be offended by. Judge for myself, you know? Now maybe I’m just not good at searching. Or maybe it’s been removed from the CSB. Maybe Trey removed it himself if he thought it was overly offensive. I don’t know.

What I do know is that I would not be happy to be gagged. By anyone. Me? Gagged? Can you imagine? It might be what some people would want but it’s not what I want. If people don’t want to read something or listen to someone….easy answer……walk away. Some walked away without reading. The title offended. Fine. But to then complain?

I find that strange on a site where words and feelings are so openly shared. WordPress is surely a place where we can say just about anything. As long as you’re prepared to realise that it’s out there. The public sees it. Or am I wrong? Is there a code of conduct that I’ve not read? Now that I think about it, I vaguely remember browsing something way back in June. But did it specify certain words or phrases that were objectionable?

Maybe the issue for Trey was that he posted on the Community Story Board and might have to keep certain types of posts to his own blog. I still think that’s a bit sad. It makes me think that there are speech police monitoring what is acceptable. I’ve never posted to the CSB. I think I would be thinking twice in case the readership reported me.

If we go the road of gagging what is said then we might as well stop writing altogether. And talking.

I resign from life if that happens.

 

For Rene who doesn’t care for love poems. Bugger ******!

 

Now Paddy’s married.

This is true.

You told me this a while ago,

But what’s a girl to do?

He smiles that smile, a glint in eye

You noticed it yourself,

A scar or two distinguish,

Wouldn’t leave him on the shelf.

 

I’d like to take his firm young ****

And stroke it just for fun,

Clasp it gently, seeking more,

That would be just *****?

I wouldn’t really,

This you know,

But fantasy’s a pleasure,

I’d **** him seven ways to heaven

And **** him for good measure.

An asterisk is worse than words,

I was really quite polite

But if we have to censor things,

I could be talking *****.

A ******* curse it would be here

If everything was wholesome,

Sterilised and sanitised,

I’d really have to go some

To make sure ****** words I wrote

Were fit for just comsumption.

Aye, dream on mate, don’t hold your breath,

Censorship is loathsome.

Excuse me while I rant a bit

**** sake, do we give a ****,

Or would we rather censor it,

All subjects that may deal with……

Things that we’re not perfectly au fait with?

 

Just askin’?

 

The polite version. 😉

hand, grand, kiss, hold, right, fearful, loving, god’s, whit

 

The other one is available under the counter wrapped in brown paper. 🙂

 

http://treyzguyblog.com/2013/10/11/another-day-in-paradise/ I defy you not to laugh. Or is it just me?

http://treyzguyblog.com/my-past/#comment-857 Not funny. Not funny at all.

http://treyzguyblog.com/2013/07/20/letter-to-lady-dreams-series-cont/ Romantic

http://treyzguyblog.com/2013/10/24/attempted-murder/ Self-mutilation?! 🙂

http://treyzguyblog.com/2013/10/17/holy-ground/ Moving

 

An eclectic mix. And some people pick on a type of post and complain.  God, give me strength. And patience.