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.
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
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
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.
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
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
*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
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