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
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.
Love yourself fiercely!
best
Saintorr
#saintorr #stevenorr #nycmasseur #steveorwhat #fabulousfaggotry
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
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
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
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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