Naughty Times!

There are quite a few great sites that help me pass through my naughty times!!! But none as great as my recent discovery of cam4.com.

Many many many years ago back when IRC was around, one of my favourite rooms was #teencams and #gayteencams. With the magic of net meeting and an ip address, you could instantly connect with one person and sometimes even a couple. I recall connecting once with a porn star who's videos I had seen and thinking how awesome this device was.

Throughout the years, things have advanced and now you can cam through msn, yahoo, skype, and even ichat.

I've seen many cam sites before; however, usually they want you to pay to view/chat or the shows are quite drab.

Not with cam4.com!!! Literally, you can see just about anything that you would like. This morning, I've seen a girl fuck herself with a vibrator. I've seen 2 guys barebacking. I've seen many a boys jerking and way too many just teasing. A few overweight str8 couples doing it and even a cpl of 3somes. If variety is what you want, it's what you'll get.

The only downside to the site is that you can only view one cam at a time and you never know what you'll miss by switching to another cam. If you need an early morning release and only got 10 minutes, I suggest sticking with your regular porn or else risk being late. Which may or may not be worth it. :)

What sites do you enjoy for your naughty times?

Uncle Jim's Family

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Today, we had a graveside memorial service for my Uncle Jim, Aunty Helen and their daughter Virginia. I wrote this poem for them and read it out to the gathered friends and family. We were all invited to speak. It was a lovely service and the reception, afterwards, was very enjoyable. It was a great chance to see everyone. Jim and Helen's 2 week old great grandchildren (twins) were brought in towards the end of the reception.

UNCLE JIM’S FAMILY

By Philip Cairns

Copyright 2009 by Philip Cairns

Helen was always so kind to me, as a child.

I forever enjoyed going over to Uncle Jim and Aunty Helen’s house.

Lots of activity and fun,

With good vibrations emanating from the walls.

Virginia said the funniest things.

I think of pink and dark yellow, when I think of that place.

I recall the antique front parlour furniture that no one ever sat in

And the rough and ready feeling in the basement.

Later in life, Ginny Ann was very generous and lovingly organized family get-togethers.

Now we all only see each other at birthdays or funerals.

May the Goddess bless you Uncle Jim, Aunty Helen and Virginia.

And I was blessed to have them in my life yet I didn’t even know it,

When I was young.

I think of Ginny’s straw-coloured hair.

The weight she put on, later in life.

Jim always seemed to be wheeling and dealing.

A born salesman.

Always the upbeat personality and almost swagger.

Aunty Helen and her nervous breakdown.

Her liberation through taking part time jobs

Just to get her out of the house.

She loved it.

I will miss them.

The quirky, gurgle of a laugh coming out of Virginia’s throat.

We all had big families and there was always someone to play with close to your own age.

Much laughter, tears, loving and drama at Uncle Jim’s house.

Sports on TV in the rec-room.

Secrets to tell the cousins.

A great place to visit.

Helen and Jim had a good marriage.

Virginia lived a fruitful life.

She always had the most beautiful homes.

A smiling face to greet the guests.

I wish all three of them great peace, joy and serenity in the Afterlife.

Thank you for gracing our lives.

Mine was certainly richer because I was your nephew and cousin.

Away to the light blue sky, far, far up out of sight.

Spread your wings and fly away to happiness.

Let the angels sing a soaring, rapturous song.

Goodbye.

I will never forget you three.

I think they would want us not to grieve too wisely.

We’ll see them, again, someday soon.

Who does it best?

One of the cool things about music is watching other artists cover one another. Some make it their own, others do a carbon copy, and some just butcher it to death.

I was listening to a mix cd that a friend had made for a road trip and was happy to listen to 'Crimson & Clover' sung by Dolly Parton. I've recently been playing Prince's cover of the same song on repeat. I took it to youtube to discover who else has laid their hands on this song.

There's Dolly's country-fied rendition:



Here's Prince's version that I find very chilled and funkified




I found one by Joan Jett and it's apparently one of her first videos:



The original was by Tommy James and The Shondelles



Four different artists, but essentially the song is kept true to its essence.

Who does it best???

Frosted Flakes = Good. Social Flakes = Bad!

"Your people call my people"
"We'll do lunch"
"Let's be friends and truly mean it"

These are catch phrases that we all know are ones that are wrapped in falsehood.
You don't assume when your friend tells you...

"No no. I will follow through on my word. Trust me."

...that it too will also be a lie.
But I guess everyone has friends like that...the social flakers. Is there a limit that one can take before you take off the "nice guy" gloves and say I'm done?
I say YES...yes there is.
Mine was hit the other week and with no apologies the flaker wants to pretend nothing's happened. Why not just tell me the truth and say "I can't follow through on anything I say" to which I'd be like "sweet. Let's do lunch sometime then."
Am I being too cold by not socializing with the flaker and waiting for an apology?
Comments? Concerns? I'm all ears.

I need plastic!!!

I've been a good boy and bought the Loblaws cloth bags. In fact, I think I've bought at least 10-15 of them. I've left them at my 'rents, I've left them w/ ex's and some ppl still have them and haven't returned them (looking at u, Jason :P).

I don't mind that many a times, I have to take the elevator all the way back up, when I leave the house without them.

I do mind that now I am sitting in my condo without the ability to throw out any garbage. I have no plastic bags. I rarely shop, so while some may have a wal-mart bag or a winner's bag or a sears' bag (or insert wherever u shop), I have absolutely no plastic bags here. Just garbage sitting on my counter, piling up, which is gross!

How does one solve this dilemma?? Well I believe you can buy garbage bags in mini size, but that just seems silly. I could go and buy stuff from a store and then keep the bag, but return the stuff. That seems like a waste of my time. Actually, I thought about raiding my parents' cupboard for some and walking out w/ them incognito.

Any suggestions? Anybody share my frustration?

Dream Interpretation

I rarely remember any of my dreams and don't think that I dream all that vividly. But it's 6:46a.m. on Sunday morning and I've just arisen from 3 pretty vivid one's. I tend to think that my dreams are kinda literal and I can piece them together from the day's events. Perhaps, you'd all like to take a stab at interpreting them. :)

Dream #1 - My dog returns!

My family and I are all at my 'rents house. We're hanging around and playing, when my brother comes in with my deceased dog, Romeo, an awesome black chow chow bastard of a dog. You see, he was just sick and has returned. We're all playing around, when I accidentally leave the front door open and he escapes (like he did many a times). My Dad starts screaming at me, I run outside and see my dog happily playing in the street. I go to grab my shoes, when I remember that we put him down last year and he is no more. :(

Dream #2 - I have a small house!

I'm standing within this small pitiful house and thinking how it's all mine. It's simple, needs to be fixed up, but I don't care. The rent is even cheap at $600/month. I realize that I'm already pushing budget each month and start freaking out about how I'm going to cover this expense. I kick myself for signing a lease and not taking better care of my finances. I, literally, wake up and start strategically figuring how to solve this dilemma. Sane-ness kicks in and I realize that I don't have a house. ;)

Dream #3 - I have a date for Thursday...w/ the last lad!



I have this feeling of happiness, when I think about my upcoming date on Thursday. I'm all excited as this guy has made big plans for us on Thursday (I don't recall the plans). I'm feeling awesome and very interested to see what he's come up with for the 2 of us. He arrives at the door and it's the last lad that I've dated. My dream state doesn't recognize that we're no longer together. I'm just happy. I wake up looking forward to the date and then consciously remember that we're no longer. :(

You Are Not Alone

I bought a new movie at Glad Day called "You Are Not Alone". It is a Danish film from 1978. I had heard about it but never seen it. Well, it is amazing! It is now one of my favourite movies of all time. I have watched it 5 times this week and I want to see it again.



Now, here's the unique thing about it. It is about a love affair between a 12 year old boy and a 15 year old boy at boarding school. It may sound creepy but it is the most romantic, sweet, lovely film I have ever seen.



People always get creeped out by child sexuality. But, hey, it does exist. I had 2 girlfriends between the ages of 11 and 13 and we used to neck in the basement. One of them was always showing me her tits and pussy and I wasn't really that interested. I was more scared than anything. (She was about the same age as me but she had gone through puberty and I had not. She was also about a foot taller than me.)



The film ends with a kiss between the two boys. In one of the scenes, the students are discussing politics in class. One of them says, "What about our rights? Aren't we 'the people", too?" And this boy has a point. Children don't really have any rights which is one of the reasons I hated being a child. Adults were always telling me what to do and what not to do.



The film is not child pornography. The 12 year old has a horrible father who has no time for him. The 15 year old boy treats him so well and really loves him. And it is the 12 year old who pursues the older boy, most of the time.



I urge you to see this film and would love to hear what people have to say about it. I want to add that I am not a creepy pervert and have no interest in having sex with children. But I love this film. The acting is excellent and it is beautifully shot and directed.