Had an idea for a song.
It’s called “I Guess I Probably Love You” and as the title suggests, it would be told from the point of view of someone who is not sure about this whole love thing but ya know, the evidence is pretty clearly indicating etc etc.
It would be about nerd love – the best kind – as well as making fun, in a mild way, of how certain and emotional and passionate most love songs are.
I imagine it as being in an EDM style with filtered vocals and lots of old-school computer samples to make it feel more “digital”.
Doubt I will ever actual create the thing, which is a pity. Could be huge.
But at least I wrote the idea down.
Feeling cranky, irritable, and horny as well as the usual post-sleep feelings of dizziness, disorientation, and lightheadedness.
No nausea this time though, which is good, because I’m eating.
I guess I will post more smut.
What I love about this one is that incredibly fuckable facial expression on our lucky queer boy’s face. That look of innocent eagerness and joy is sexier than sex to me and make me want to pounce that jackalope (?) and hump his cute lil butt off.
Then glue it back on and hump him some more.
No wonder the ringtail and his friend want to spitroast Jacky Lope up there. I bet there’s a lineup down the hall of boys wanting their turn at either end.
Bet the teachers are wondering why they are suddenly giving out WAY more detentions.
Now check out this sexy feline :
Chunie’s work is amazing, as you can plainly see. Not only are his technical skills beyon superb but he has that rare ability to infuse a pinup with real personality.
I mean, look at that shy but mischievous expression. He sees something he likes and boy do I wish it was me. And he’s thinking about giving it a pounce.
Here, kitty kitty. I got some fat, slow, juicy prey for you….my butt.
Kind of like this thicc boy :
…only not as fluffy. More’s the pity.
I hope my big fat butt looks that good to those into that kind of thing. I could feel downright sexy if I has an ass like dat.
More cushion for the pushin’. eh boys?
Then there’s this fun scene :
I’d be a tad insulted if I was the top in this scenario. Um, I’m kind of buggering your butthole with my penis. Is that not enough stimulation for you?
OK, one last smut pic :
I can identify with both parts of this scene.
I can imagine being very happy to have figured out how to hug my snuggly soft love of my life and get fucked at the same time.
I can also imagine being that snuggly soft lover and ending up a victim of my adorable feline lover’s excess of affection.
Either way this is a super cute and cuddly scene and I heart it very much.
More after the break.
Waking the dreamer
But first, more smut! Just kidding.
The war had raged for decades on end.
On the one side were the Sleepers. For all of modern history, they had ruled the land of Yume with an iron fist, suppressing all but the most benign and sterile of activities in order to create a society of easily controlled passive commenters who never caused trouble as long as they got their bread and circuses.
And because there were thousands of kinds of bread and hundreds of circuses to choose from, metaphorically speaking, the people assumed they were free.
The crux of their power was the cosmic entity known as the Dreamer. A massive best the size of a moon, it slumbered in the upper atmosphere of Yume.
The people were told that their reality was one of the Dreamer’s dreams and that only the Sleeper government could keep the people safe by keeping the Dreamer asleep.
But over time, an underground resistance grew. Slowly at first because it had to invent its own concepts and language to even begin to describe the reasons for their discontent with their “perfect” society.
But then, once the right words were found, though, it was like a match dropped into a pool of gasoline. The movement went from harmless seeming idle talk to masses of militant protestors in the blink of an eye, and before long the movement had a name – the Wakers – and a goal – to Wake the Dreamer.
The Wakers said that the Dream they lived in was a nightmare and a prison, and that only by Waking the Dreamer could they escape their fetters and face the dawn of true reality and finally be free.
The only way to do this was to dismantle the Sleeper regime and turn off the subtle deep magnetic music that kept the Dreamer sleeping and finally let it Awaken.
By waking It, we wake ourselves, said the Wakers. We too have been lulled to sleep by this safety obsessed Sleeper regime, and now we will rise from our beds, brush the dust from our bodies, and feel the sun on our faces.
And so the battle was joined. It was bloodless but not nonviolent. Physical violence was rare and mild but the verbal, emotional, and psychological violence was extreme and at times even grotesque.
Screaming matches between groups of supporters were common. Every communication medium was choked with propaganda. Streets and mass transit stations changed hands multiple times a day.
Even part of the government itself fell to the Wakers. But never for long. And no matter how hard the Wakers fought. the Sleepers maintained control.
And so Yume became a planet of enclaves, interplanetary trade and industry ground to a messy halt, and the once magnificent intellectual powerhouse of the University of Yume Prime became yet another entertainment district.
And so it remained until one day…. the Dreamer woke all by itself.
But that’s a story for another time.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.