12 February 2021

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An OCD lifestyle is repetitious enough during normal times, now ...

Back to condo, warming up for toy play, yep.  Quit work at 1pm.  I got here before 9am, thought I'd do a yoga or dance video, but was feeling worn out from my previous exercising this week, so I just stretched and then got to work.

The plan is I get another two nights to self at the house, while T is visiting B, but at the moment that feels like just barely enough Time to Self.

Custom Chastity went totally dark -- now I can't access my account and asking for a reset password does nothing, LOL.  I'll just have to trust them to do their jobs and send me the FMJ.  I'll give it another week before I inquire again.

The White House announced they've obtained enough vaccine doses to jab every adult twice -- by the end of July.  Let's give them a month's wiggle room and say the end of August.  Hopefully it will go faster.  We're still stuck at a 75+ age cutoff here in suburban Maryland.  I've seen quite a few young fellas on Twitter who work in health care brag about getting their shots, though.  And shots are going to the military, to prisoners, to teachers, to police.  But what about the 65+ Seniors who are at most risk??  Hang in there people, six months from now everybody who wants a shot will have received a shot.  If it were up to me, I'd just go by birthdate to cover the oldest people first.  Age is the biggest risk factor for COVID!

T is getting an emergency root canal this afternoon, poor guy.  Between Dax's health care needs and T's dentistry, we've got some unusual expenses.  Things may be tight for the next couple of months.  But what would I spend money on anyway?

Figure that sometime this summer I'll have the vaccine and will move forward into the new normal.  Until then, my repetitious life continues ... unless case counts come down far enough that I'll risk adding one fuckbuddy to my bubble.
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I watched this short film (under 8 minutes) last night,

Directed by Keisha Rae Witherspoon • 2018 • United States

Drawing on literary excerpts from the book “Black Quantum Futurism: Theory and Practice,” 1968 < 2018 > 2068 is a meditation on cyclical and linear time theory, memory, and trauma.


Because it is a meditation on retrocausality, which I believe is the most underrated principle of reality in our time.  That causation runs in both time directions.  I've written before: that it's the math, if you do the math, it's obvious, LOL.  If there is causality at all, it has to run in both time directions.  It has to.  And if there's free will, it has to run in both time directions.  It has to.

I've been exploring the Criterion Collection website for streaming films, they have so many.  Definitely worth the monthly fee to me, at least as valuable as Netflix, HBO, Amazon, Apple, CBS, and Disney.  If I could have only one streaming video service it would be Criterion Collection.  They even have an app that works on the Apple TV.

BTW, at the house we got rid of cable, we're relying on these 7 streaming services and pay-per-view from now on.  I found a European arthouse film streaming site that I wanted to join but they don't have rights to stream to the US :-(
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I miss seeing and touching my friends and family, the people I love, my chosen family, and so many other people.  I miss you.  With some of you, for a bit at a time: phone, video, or even text communications help, but it's not nearly enough.
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Haven't seen my cock in 20 days, that's the point of the Leopard (and the FMJ, when I get it), and this fuckin' block of ice: nobody can see my cock.  I cannot see it, I cannot touch it, nobody can.  [Was also the point of the Black Box 2.0, which fell off and disintegrated, LOL.]

33 days since orgasm.  But what's the point of counting?  There's no endpoint.  I thought about going back to the Oracle after I swap into the FMJ, but, nope.  I'm waiting for First Contact, when I get to touch a Sir, and then he can decide whether/when I cum.  If ever.

No more games.  And I'd better not cum while swapping cages.  I'll have to thaw out these keys and then freeze the new keys, and then, FMJ Bug.  Until First Contact.  When I hand over the block of ice.

I'm still OK with having a solo prostate orgasm, if I can, but the problem with having one of those is the context -- at a moment like now, I don't want to have an orgasm because I want to play with toys all night, and for the rest of the weekend.  An orgasm would reduce the amount of fun I'm about to have.  I enjoy butt play too much to let myself orgasm from it, that's why I've never crossed that river.

So, I'm stuck.

Assuming the FMJ ever shows up, LOL, I'll swap into it ASAP, perhaps trimming my pubes in the shower really quick, and then, my cock is gone.  Sheathed inside the Full Metal Jacket, never to be seen again.

I always wanted to become NeverCumBoy, but my Sirs were not quite ready to go that far.  So, with no Sir during Quarantine, I am now: NeverCumBoy.
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I threw your keys in the water, I looked back
They'd frozen halfway down in the ice
They froze up so quickly, the keys and their owners
Even after the anger, it all turned silent and
The everyday turned solitary
So we came to February

First we forgot where we planted those bulbs last year
Then we forgot that we'd planted at all
Then we forgot what plants are altogether
And I blamed you for my freezing and forgetting and
The nights were long and cold and scary
Can we live through February?

You know I think Christmas was a long red glare
Shot up like a warning, we gave presents without cards
And then the snow
And then the snow came, we were always out shovelling
And we'd drop to sleep exhausted
And we'd wake up and it's snowing

And February was so long that it lasted into March
And found us walking a path alone together
You stopped and pointed and you said "that's a crocus"
And I said "what's a crocus ?" and you said "it's a flower"
I tried to remember but I said "what's a flower ?"
You said "I still love you"

The leaves were turning as we drove to the hardware store
My new lover made me keys to the house
And when we got home, well we just started chopping wood
Because you never know how next year will be
And we'll gather all our arms can carry
I have lost to February
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