Woke up on a good day
And the world felt wonderful
A midnight summer dream had me in its spell
I dreamt about an old man
Sat up and watched the rain all night
Couldn’t sleep a wink as all the drops fell
He told me of the beauty
Hidden in our foreheads
He told me of the ugliness
We show instead
And when we put a foot wrong
Do we learn from all the pain?
A midnight summer dream
As we watched the rain
Then, at midnight
He poured another
Drink and bent my ear
After midnight
We sat up half the night
Or maybe more
And he began
To tell me what
It was all for
I woke up in an armchair
He had gone, I don’t know where
Left me there to sit
And look at the rain
I don’t remember much at all
But his words were echoing
A midnight summer dream
And then, awake again
Maybe, I’ll never find him
Maybe, he’s gone forever
Maybe, I’ll have to sit here
Watching the weather
One thing’s pretty certain
He helped me make it in the night
Showed me somewhere else
Between wrong and right
So, at midnight
If you can’t sleep
Then, I will bend your ear
After midnight
We’ll sit up half the night
Or maybe more
And I’ll begin
To tell you
What it is all for
I woke up on a good day
And the world was wonderful
A midnight summer dream had me in its spell
The Stranglers Midnight Summer Dream Feline (1982)
I love waking up with morning wood, you don’t have to touch it, and it stays as big and hard as it can get. That is to say, if you don’t touch it, it’s great. If you do start to wank it, however, then, it’s as if another part of your brain suddenly takes over, and you have to keep wanking it, or else it’ll go down. Leave it alone, ‘edging’ as I do, and it’ll be your best friend forever: ‘Hi, buddy! What’s up? You? Me, too. Glad to see you!’
I edge a lot these days because, according to all the ‘experts’ who post on LPSG, it evidently takes a lot of blood in the penis for someone like me to get hard enough to cum. I’ve learned a lot from the site in the time I’ve been a member. I’ve learned, for example, the average depth of a woman’s vagina before you hit the cervix is only about six inches, but the depth of the rectum can be as much as ten. I guess that’s why, you might say, I’m an ‘Ass Man.’
I jumped out of bed this morning and just stood looking at myself in a mirror, throwing bodybuilding poses, flexing and stretching, and my cock just seemed to get harder the whole time, rising up, inches past my navel. And, oh, the feeling! It’s as if I’m a giant tree, a ‘redwood’ (pun), big and strong and imposing, and I could just fuck a huge hole in the earth and make it scream. Greenpeace pacifists would want to hunt me down and kill me with harpoons!
So that’s what I’ve got in my lap right now as I type this. I literally have to reach around my erection to get to the keyboard, batting it back and forth to get there. I don’t even feel it really. I mean, I do, of course, but it’s as if it’s not actually part of me, just a big hard, almost inanimate object that’s apart from me somehow. But mucho solido!
I promised I’d ‘introduce you to the family’ this time. So, are you all sitting round well and comfortably? Then, I’ll begin… but first, a little more… you got it, Stranglers!
I love the family
Longer than longevity
Mother tells me what to be
Taller than the tallest tree
I love the family
Sister loves me tenderly
Sitting on my daddy’s knee
Let me introduce you to the family
I love the family (I love the family)
I love the family (I love the family)
I love the family (I love the family)
I love the family
Friends will fall for the family
Brother, you are dear to me
Watch it grow, the family tree
Can’t outrun the family
I love the family
It gets me where I want to be
Through thick and thin, it will help me
Let me introduce you to the family
I love the family (I love the family)
I love the family (I love the family)
I love the family (I love the family)
I love the family
The Stranglers Let Me Introduce You to the Family La Folie (1981)
First off, my mom’s a MILF. Interested?
Or at least that’s what my BFF at the beach, Ray Jay, thinks (or so he claims; he’s full of shit sometimes, though).
My mom’s tall, slender, very good looking in an ex-model kind of way, which makes perfect sense because she used to be one (when she was younger, she looked a lot like one-time supermodel Cheryl Tiegs).
My mom comes from good breeding stock, mainline Philadelphia. She’s very well turned out, went to Swarthmore. She’s got perfect hair, all her own teeth, and she’s very, very fit and athletic. She swims and plays tennis every day. She’s the one who got me started with tennis when I was so small I could hardly hold up my little, quarter-size ‘Playskool’ racket and later sent me to Bradenton, Florida, for professional lessons.
She’s also 45, a bitch sometimes, smokes and drinks and takes little nerve pills. She’s tanned to the colour of leather (cowhide, kind of orange).
She sound hot to you?
Nevertheless, a boy’s best friend is his mother, and this boy is no exception. I love my mom with all my heart. She’s never let me down; neither of my parents has.
Recently, when I was off the site and couldn’t log back in for a month, I got into some of my patented trouble, for fucking a hot, young dude who had been stalking me in a way for years, but he was the son of friends of my parents, so… I had to get out of Dodge till things cooled down a bit. My mom took me to New York to introduce me to her friends in the modeling business. My mom’s pretty intense and within a day of our arrival had set up a photo shoot with a professional photographer to do ‘test shots’ of me.
I’ll tell you more about that later, but for now understand that my mom was worried that unless I found some 'legitimate' outlet for my sexual drives (which to her mind somehow equated with ‘modeling’), I was going to either go into porn or become a prostitute. That’s what she told me!
All the same, she’s kind of clueless about gay sex. We stayed at the Plaza Hotel for a week and, except for a few nights out (we saw Hair on Broadway), I spent evenings in the Oak Bar, being hit on by Upper East Side gay boys who go to schools like Harvard, Yale, Princeton… It was hilarious. I didn’t do anything but flirt, of course, but I could have made a lot of money if I had been a whore.
I’ve officially run out of room again. To be continued next time. R.I.P. Dashiell A. Snow. Cheers!
And the world felt wonderful
A midnight summer dream had me in its spell
I dreamt about an old man
Sat up and watched the rain all night
Couldn’t sleep a wink as all the drops fell
He told me of the beauty
Hidden in our foreheads
He told me of the ugliness
We show instead
And when we put a foot wrong
Do we learn from all the pain?
A midnight summer dream
As we watched the rain
Then, at midnight
He poured another
Drink and bent my ear
After midnight
We sat up half the night
Or maybe more
And he began
To tell me what
It was all for
I woke up in an armchair
He had gone, I don’t know where
Left me there to sit
And look at the rain
I don’t remember much at all
But his words were echoing
A midnight summer dream
And then, awake again
Maybe, I’ll never find him
Maybe, he’s gone forever
Maybe, I’ll have to sit here
Watching the weather
One thing’s pretty certain
He helped me make it in the night
Showed me somewhere else
Between wrong and right
So, at midnight
If you can’t sleep
Then, I will bend your ear
After midnight
We’ll sit up half the night
Or maybe more
And I’ll begin
To tell you
What it is all for
I woke up on a good day
And the world was wonderful
A midnight summer dream had me in its spell
The Stranglers Midnight Summer Dream Feline (1982)
I love waking up with morning wood, you don’t have to touch it, and it stays as big and hard as it can get. That is to say, if you don’t touch it, it’s great. If you do start to wank it, however, then, it’s as if another part of your brain suddenly takes over, and you have to keep wanking it, or else it’ll go down. Leave it alone, ‘edging’ as I do, and it’ll be your best friend forever: ‘Hi, buddy! What’s up? You? Me, too. Glad to see you!’
I edge a lot these days because, according to all the ‘experts’ who post on LPSG, it evidently takes a lot of blood in the penis for someone like me to get hard enough to cum. I’ve learned a lot from the site in the time I’ve been a member. I’ve learned, for example, the average depth of a woman’s vagina before you hit the cervix is only about six inches, but the depth of the rectum can be as much as ten. I guess that’s why, you might say, I’m an ‘Ass Man.’
I jumped out of bed this morning and just stood looking at myself in a mirror, throwing bodybuilding poses, flexing and stretching, and my cock just seemed to get harder the whole time, rising up, inches past my navel. And, oh, the feeling! It’s as if I’m a giant tree, a ‘redwood’ (pun), big and strong and imposing, and I could just fuck a huge hole in the earth and make it scream. Greenpeace pacifists would want to hunt me down and kill me with harpoons!
So that’s what I’ve got in my lap right now as I type this. I literally have to reach around my erection to get to the keyboard, batting it back and forth to get there. I don’t even feel it really. I mean, I do, of course, but it’s as if it’s not actually part of me, just a big hard, almost inanimate object that’s apart from me somehow. But mucho solido!
I promised I’d ‘introduce you to the family’ this time. So, are you all sitting round well and comfortably? Then, I’ll begin… but first, a little more… you got it, Stranglers!
I love the family
Longer than longevity
Mother tells me what to be
Taller than the tallest tree
I love the family
Sister loves me tenderly
Sitting on my daddy’s knee
Let me introduce you to the family
I love the family (I love the family)
I love the family (I love the family)
I love the family (I love the family)
I love the family
Friends will fall for the family
Brother, you are dear to me
Watch it grow, the family tree
Can’t outrun the family
I love the family
It gets me where I want to be
Through thick and thin, it will help me
Let me introduce you to the family
I love the family (I love the family)
I love the family (I love the family)
I love the family (I love the family)
I love the family
The Stranglers Let Me Introduce You to the Family La Folie (1981)
First off, my mom’s a MILF. Interested?
Or at least that’s what my BFF at the beach, Ray Jay, thinks (or so he claims; he’s full of shit sometimes, though).
My mom’s tall, slender, very good looking in an ex-model kind of way, which makes perfect sense because she used to be one (when she was younger, she looked a lot like one-time supermodel Cheryl Tiegs).
My mom comes from good breeding stock, mainline Philadelphia. She’s very well turned out, went to Swarthmore. She’s got perfect hair, all her own teeth, and she’s very, very fit and athletic. She swims and plays tennis every day. She’s the one who got me started with tennis when I was so small I could hardly hold up my little, quarter-size ‘Playskool’ racket and later sent me to Bradenton, Florida, for professional lessons.
She’s also 45, a bitch sometimes, smokes and drinks and takes little nerve pills. She’s tanned to the colour of leather (cowhide, kind of orange).
She sound hot to you?
Nevertheless, a boy’s best friend is his mother, and this boy is no exception. I love my mom with all my heart. She’s never let me down; neither of my parents has.
Recently, when I was off the site and couldn’t log back in for a month, I got into some of my patented trouble, for fucking a hot, young dude who had been stalking me in a way for years, but he was the son of friends of my parents, so… I had to get out of Dodge till things cooled down a bit. My mom took me to New York to introduce me to her friends in the modeling business. My mom’s pretty intense and within a day of our arrival had set up a photo shoot with a professional photographer to do ‘test shots’ of me.
I’ll tell you more about that later, but for now understand that my mom was worried that unless I found some 'legitimate' outlet for my sexual drives (which to her mind somehow equated with ‘modeling’), I was going to either go into porn or become a prostitute. That’s what she told me!
All the same, she’s kind of clueless about gay sex. We stayed at the Plaza Hotel for a week and, except for a few nights out (we saw Hair on Broadway), I spent evenings in the Oak Bar, being hit on by Upper East Side gay boys who go to schools like Harvard, Yale, Princeton… It was hilarious. I didn’t do anything but flirt, of course, but I could have made a lot of money if I had been a whore.
I’ve officially run out of room again. To be continued next time. R.I.P. Dashiell A. Snow. Cheers!
