mHm mix – 017 – Dwde9 – Spring Lemonade ‘1116

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mHm mix – 017 – Dwde9 – Spring Lemonade ‘1116

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Here is one of my own mixes,mainly featuring what I’ve been listening to recently .. Spring mix /coming into the Summer..

.. Give it a whirl!… 😉
..Medium paced Tech/House..(100-124 BPM)..
..balanced blend of old & new..

{Hunnee, Agoria, Wolf ‘n’ Lamb, LCD, Metronomy, LNTG,
Solomun, Ame, Matthew Dear, Trentemoller, Bonobo, Kink, Cocoon, Ricardo of course & many more..} Full Tracklist on Mixcloud.

Hope you like 😉

Dwde9

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8-2-22 Life check-in

thoughts on forgiveness

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IN THE HOUR OF THE WOLF

I watch the gloaming
of my years
March on, march on
In spite of fears

These passing days 
Like big-horse-clouds
She/he, my Soul
So onward steers

Oh, strike the thought,
like suicide
That I must stop
My thick oil glide

My dancing hands
On strange men’s breasts
To cease release
Breeds foul duress!

Sensual working
Man-made hours
Soothing muscles cherish
Making smiles from glowers

The tune I dance to
As it plays
The love I sell
Though never stays

For in sweet cream
There is a trust
To lubricate
Prevents the rust

And lust is all
But nothing more
Than fleeting sun rays
on the floor

Oh how lustrous
Were my smiles
How rapturous
My tears...

To watch the gloaming
of my days
March on, march on
In spite of fears

In passing time 
Like big-horse-clouds
She/he, my Soul
Much closer, nears




#queerpoet #nycqueerpoet #queerunderground #saintorr #nycmasseur #steveorwhat #stevenorrwriter #fabulousfaggotry
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No Final Solution 4-18-21

Dedicated to that bullying neighbor
Everyone’s afraid of...


Oh alligator litigator
Just one small bullet
Between your ugly eyes
Would definitely fix
All the problems 
That you being you comprise

But what about
The next stinking, ugly, reptilian man
Who poses a threat?
And the next and the next?
It’s all the work I’d have to do
More than the serial killing
I’d regret.

Do I even have enough bullets?
Could I tell enough lies
Or keep track
Of all my shady alibis?

Couldn’t live with the guilt
Of troubling sins like spies.
Haunting my freedom
Even behind closed eyes.

I know life well,
There’s no fast fix
Through suffering’s hell
And bastards
They will always 
Try to tear you down

Nix the murder solution
I’d rather choose evolution
And keep on being
That hunky, for-hire
Daddy-touch-lover-clown

#nycmasseur #saintorr #queerolderpoets #queerolderwriters #steveorwhat #stevenorr #fabulousfaggotry
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The Tragedy of the Atlanta 8

Please watch my video “On Being Queer Bashed” which I did a few years ago about my experience of being attacked on a New York city street by three Latin Teenagers during the “reign” of Mayor David Dinkins in the early 90’s.

Whenever we “act out” as humankind on other humans whether it is inconsiderate behavior (not showing up for an appointment, theft, etc.) or violent acting out, we hurt ourselves as a family. May the souls of those lovely people who died by the hands of an ignorant, lost boy rest in peace. And may we as bodyworkers and clients alike take a moment to at least try to forgive that 21 year-old “addict’ in his act of insane, nonsensical vengeance. Amen.

As the world begins to become alive again, I am witnessing behavior by clients that in some ways makes me ashamed for them. It is one thing to cherish and to hold dear and it is quite another to obsess, to need to control and to expect certain actions (without an open and honest discussion of what we both want to happen in a session in person).

Massage is a healing, lovely experience. And the best way to enjoy it is to give UP your preconceived notions and expectations of what will happen in a session. If we force things on each other, how can that beautiful seed of touch and pleasure, bloom to its fullest extent?

Also I highly advice other practitioners to follow my lead and always keep a weapon (Mace, a Taser, a blunt instrument) handy, just in case. This is plain common sense. Desperate times inspire people to do desperate unmindful things. You may buy Mace at Target (it IS legal to carry in N.Y. State; order online and pick-up at any store). Also small but sharp knives can be concealed easily (my straight husband/room mate carries three) at all times.

Be careful, be aware and do NOT fall asleep at the wheel. It only takes a moment of hate, stupidity (intentional or accidental) to change the entire course of a person’s life.

Love yourself fiercely!

best

Saintorr

nycmasseur.com

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RAPE OF NIGHT FLOWERS

Dedicated to the Atlanta 8

The world is sad today
For this rape of night flowers.
No gun empowers’it
Just takes sisters away

No more no more
I wanna scream to the sun
For the healers and the martyrs
and the innocence undone

No more, no more
God deliver us from evil
Why can’t we live let live?
Gonna build me a steeple

A monument for all 
Tainted angels fallen
A denouement for all
unsung voices of people

The world is sad today
For this rape of night flowers.
No gun empowers’it
Just takes sisters away

#saintorr #nycmasseur #stevenorr #steveorwhat #fabulousfaggotry

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BEAT IT

 We beat it so well
 Our gypsy dance song
 Your hairy loins
 I rub upon
 Here and gone
 Here and gone
  
 We are older men
 With our straining and complaining
 Why can’t we make
 The moments of pleasure raining
 Be the gold remaining?
 After the touching
 In absentia of shaming
  
 'Tis the nature of life
 To release the body, the skin
 To let go the outside
 then again
 Retreat and hide
  
 We beat it so well
 Our gypsy dance song
 Your hairy loins
 I could rest
 My head upon
 My weary 
 Head upon
 Rest my weary
 head upon
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Grackles Afternoon*

2-17-21 by Saintorr

*This poem is actually about starlings
but I prefer the name grackles as it’s
much more fun

The grackles are out today
Feedazzling, fairying
Dirty wings foraging
In the winter sun
Feeding on the trash
Owing nothing to nobody
Chatter song
Pop, chirp wriggle
To no one
No one

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Bottom to Bottom

2-17-21 by Saintorr

  
 Both being bottoms
 Our signals get crossed
 We parlay and retreat
 Trade off “being boss”
  
 Like kids playing
 In the snow
 We fall on each other 
 Our own days together
 Come and go
 Come and go
  
 When you’re gone
 I self-satiate
 You have your wife
 Me with my clients
 Using touch I medicate
  
 Later, look out--watch the children
 With their dogs at play
 Kicking up snow
 In little bullies’ fray
  
 I am my own master
 Up on the roof
 Witness to clouds 
 Static gray ticks
 Witness to children
 Building snow boulders
 To sit upon
 As kings with sticks
  
 Bottom on bottom
 Snow days come and go
 COVID fear
 Cannot discourage
 Our touch heal
 Sex flow
  
 Bottom to bottom
 I crave you to breed
 But these words 
 Of manly love for you
 Never will you read. 

#saintorr #nycmasseur #stevenorr #fabulousfaggotry #queerpoetry
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