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# 17…………Penpal letter from James to @Love
On Tue, Dec 19, 2023 at 11:00 AM

Dear Love

Good morning love my dear friend— as I’m writing you this morning I’m thinking this would not be 1/2 bad article for number 17, and here it is . ………… you have truly created a monster because I can’t wait to write you another letter. I keep writing them ahead because I have extreme motormouth and I have so many things to tell you. I was having a laugh at myself. Let me tell you about it.

I am hyperactive, so whatever I want, I want it now or else. I have separation anxiety because of the friends I’ve lost in my life who I love dearly. I am needy as bucking hell .( Notice how Dragon cleaned up what I said.) I do this to everybody. Don’t feel that I’m singling you out and picking on you in particular. I always worry that I am off putting in my behavior. Here’s how it goes when you feel like a broken teacup like me.

# 1 — — Well, time is advancing and no matter how many times a minute I check email and medium for comments from Love, I probably should wait at least two or three more minutes for her to talk to me. Oh my God, I must’ve offended her. Something I said made her want to back off from me because it was so offensive. It was so offensive she can’t even tell me about it. She’s going to go away and never come back and leaving a big black hole in my heart.
# 2 — — Okay maybe that is not the case but since I haven’t heard from her for hour or two, she must think I’m totally boring and I have absolutely nothing left in my brain to bring to the table. I am spent like a hollowed out passionfruit.
# 3 — — She read enough of my stuff to think that I’m crazy. She didn’t even give me a chance to tell her that I’m not really crazy — I’m not — I’m not — I’m not.
# 4 — — You were hiking in the Alaskan outback and you are crossing a frozen lake that cracked and opened up and swallowed you. There you are at the bottom of a crevice waving your arm and crying out , “James, help me. “
# 5 — — How about this one — she’s noticed that I am needy as hell and can’t figure out how to politely back me off a little bit without hurting my feelings because I’m such a sensitive little prick.
# 6 — — Then there’s the old standby of — you have a life outside of me which is ridiculous because how can you possibly have a life outside of me. That’s not possible. I mean really — working a mere 15 to 20 hours a day and then coming home and writing three or four 2500 word dissertations, each one requiring immense emotion and thought. You needing to take just a little bit of time for yourself, ha, that’s ridiculous.
# 7 — — I have gotten too personal or to personal too fast. I mean the very idea that I’ve already brought you home and reduced you to my mother. That was really a rookie move on my part. You have misinterpreted my intentions and now sees me as some sort of oddball predator who would devour your soul — through the computer.
#8 — — the man who loves you is jealous of me. Of course he doesn’t know what’s going on and when he sees what a magnificent stallion I am, he becomes livid with jealousy. He is unable to control his fury. He has a personal grudge against California so right off the bat I’m a bad guy. He sees me as a “Jody.” In case you don’t know who Jody is, Jody is the guy who would steal your girl while you’re off defending our country. Of course, somehow, I have to be killed. Since you don’t want that to happen, you will just ignore me from here on out purely to protect me from harm of the pure death intentions of your “black ops” fella. That’s very sweet of you.

No no no no, no time for yourself. I see no reason why you need to sleep. And eating food takes a lot of time too. I suggest when you feel groggy, to stuff your mouth with Cheese-It’s and take a little nap. I know for a fact that you can suck on a mouthful of Cheese-It’s as you are sleeping and not choke to death. I have done that, so I know. This way, you don’t need to waste a bunch of time sleeping. You can write to me and then when you get groggy, take a little catnap while sucking on Cheese-It’s, and then wake right up and start writing to me again…Ba da bing — ba da boom. Lots more time to pour your thoughts out on to me and, you’ve only wasted two hours sleeping, tops………… and your need for food is satiated because of the Cheese-Its. It’s are like top Roman. The most nutritious food on the face of the earth. They only come second to Ring dings on the nutrition chart.
Honestly love, those are the thoughts that run through my mind sometimes. When I put them all together like that, it’s very refreshing to see how silly I am. When I look at these one at a time they seem way more serious and when I read them all together, they seem way more humorous. I just love to explore my mind and my emotions. It’s like there’s another person living inside of me. This person who lives inside of me is a hungry devil and the hungrier he gets he starts listening to music like this.

Rob Zombie — Dragula

I love Rob Zombie…………….Love-what is the wildest music you like ? ? ?

A couple of moons ago, I thought you maybe mentioned a place that could be created inside of medium where brave people could post darker or erotic thoughts stories and poems . . I’m probably remembering it wrong but I think you suggested that some things are not exactly mainstream. Well what an intriguing idea. Talk about afraid to hit the publish button.
I think erotica, for example, can be beautiful and it should never be presented in crude fashion. Oh no, that’s a lie. It should be presented anyway anybody wants to present it and nobody but nobody should ever be embarrassed or afraid to be sexual
No, it can be presented in a crude fashion too, that has a compelling connection to a lot of readers.
I once had a friend named Louise and immediately we established a bond.
I was married and so was she but we were never about sex. She was my friend and I didn’t want anything to ruin that. We discussed everything. There was no shock and no embarrassment and nothing was taboo. It was wonderful to have someone to speak your every thought. Even if your thoughts were naughty as hell, you would still never be judged.
We are all human beings and why should our most delightful thoughts ever be hidden from view.(I don’t mean hiring a Goodyear blimp telling the world what a great screw your significant other is.). What fun it was when Louise and I dared to tell our bedroom adventures. It was as though we were daring each other to make the next story better. I must say, I think she bested me in the story department because I still remember and bite my lip when I remember one of her erotic stories. She really should’ve been a writer.
Some experiences that melt your heart are so beautiful the story needs to be told. Some experiences are so naughty they should never be shared with the world, but let’s do it anyway. What fun it is to share when you are not being judged.

This morning I was trying something different. I’ve read a lot of erotica on medium. I think it is such an interesting area to read and write about because it is taboo and therefore exciting. ( Don’t tell me I can’t do something….. Now I can’t think of anything else but trying and I’m going to do it with the skill the world has never seen.)

When I tried to do this this morning is sorted based on the idea of two people who are close but never allowed to touch. You could get 1/2 an inch from them but never touch, just feel the fire.
So this morning, I tried to write erotica that is abstract, the reader may be confused a bit about what I’m saying because I never quite say it. I only fly in and out of abstract references. It is really rather amazingly fun to do. To write a teasing erotica poem that doesn’t actually say a thing, it only hints towards what’s being said. What you think about all this love. Oh great, I thought I had a good idea but now I’m thinking that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea. Now you’re going to see through my plan to trick you into talking dirty. Do you see what a bad influence I am on you love. Well, if you and your man have decided that it’s too late for you. That due to my evil influence you are on a slippery down hill ride to hell and now, I am trying to trick you into talking dirty. Not only that but if my plan works, I can have you talking dirty for the enjoyment of millions of people on medium. Here is me being dirty/not dirty. It still needs work but I think you can see what I mean.

FEEDING YOUR SOUL

To touch each and every thing
how sweet it is to have you near
I have a hungry demon dear

but there’s no need for you to fear
he lives on sweet ambrosia, true
because it fills his heart with joy
he devours what’s inside of you

don’t stop him until he’s through
why not let him have his toy
And if he puts it in his mouth
that’s what this is all about
I hope that you can understand
He is like a little baby, man

so nurse the baby that’s a man
send him to homeward if you can
the taste the smell the feel
the warmth of natures glove

I feel that I’m coming home
It came from up above
I feel that I am coming home
a home so full of God’s sweet love

how could you ever know
before I had a chance
2 feet from the dance
come in the water is fine
my love for you did grow

to think inside of me
there was so much more to know
it crushed my broken heart
but to taste my hopes and dreams
melt away as winter snow
I come to you at any cost
I come to you in screams

where cries of men reside
as though they’ve died again
while sinking into paradise
consortium of the thrill,

a brain tattooed for life
no one got their fill today
perhaps one time again, so nice

thunder lightning and rain
just sealed my fate with you
I’m not a newt, I’m still OK
not quite yet, there’s more to gain

standing in a hammock proud
still one more thing to try
just like Mick said out loud
It can make a grown man cry