Interview with Kyra

One of my favorites, Kyra, has shared some questions with me to answer. Since she is one of the many huge crushes I have out here, how can I say no in good conscience? So here we go:

1. Imagine you are able to pick three people you know in or because of the blogosphere. Who would they be and why? Describe the meeting.

This is a little like asking the little kid if only one cookie is enough. I can answer this question in a myriad of ways, by categorizing or devoting entire posts to each person. So what I will do is to, indeed, pick three people according to my own personal (read: however we've exchanged between ourselves outside the realm of blogging) experience with them. All three of these folks are intellectually challenging, spiritually grounded and sexually HOT. In no particular order...and knowing that you, Kyra, are always in there somewhere....:)

FIREBYRD -- The woman has a brain to dive into that provides endless stimulation... a nature that shares and nurtures and cajoles all at the same time... and a body that a man could pound on forever! The naturally articulate nature she owns is something that I have always craved in my own life and, so far, have found little of. We share so many of the same attitudes, while I imagine that she would be willing to talk with me about pretty much anything, this being part of her professional leaning as well. THIS, friends, is quite a woman. Oh...and she's 3500 fucking miles away in England. Fuck....

NITEBYRD -- Here is a remarkably calm spirit that boils inside to be absolutely taken anywhere and everywhere. Her own sexual discovery has come comparatively late in life, and it's fun to follow. Our conversations have taken us from travel to marriage to open relationship to job to orgasm to laughing and crying about the rent and who knows what else. I am proud to say I have phonefucked this wonderfully wry little bitch and know that she's hotter for it!...Because believe me, I am, too...:)

A. SECRET -- ....and she does keep it well, let me tell you. Ladies and gentlemen, this could be the treasure that we all long for. She is fun. She's smart. She's very fuckable and wants you to fuck her any way you want. Who WOULDN'T like that, no questions asked? The one thing I always am immensely gratified for is her strong sense of loyalty. You remember the scene in Steinbeck's "The Grapes of Wrath", where Rose of Sharon ends up feeding a poor man with her breast milk? No, that's not a fetish of mine, believe me....it's an example of a friend who would literally give you anything if she could. Behind the mystery is one of the great people I know out here... Wow.

....and lots of others, I promise you...The Cheating Wife...JRM...KJ...the Lady in Red...all women I'd fuck with someone ELSE'S cock, they are that exciting....and little Button, my new friend...and I'd want to have a beer and be totally chauvinistic with the Southern Sage....and.... on and on and on...and if I didn't mention you, it's only because of how my mind is working today...

And then there's Kyra....:)

2. Imagine you are standing and watching your funeral. Who is there and what one word would they use to describe you and/or the way you lived your life? Is anyone missing and if so, why?

My funeral...I've come close to that a time or two...lol... This may sound like I'm dodging the question, Kyra, but I have to categorize so much in my life, in so many places, that I honestly don't know how to answer this. Who would be there? I would hope some folks with whom I have broken bread, bent an elbow and survived the wars of life to be a better person for having known them. What one word?....Oh my God.... how's this... Kindness... Kindness to people, to the things around me... To me, being kind and loving is actually more important than being wise...because kindness is, in truth, the beginning of real wisdom in a person. Who would be missing? Lots of folks who have either already gone on or are working...I couldn't fault anyone for that. I've said many times that you are no good to anyone until you know how to be good to yourself first. That is a self-advocacy that I preach and fervently believe, but have yet to master.

3. If you could pick any point in time of your life to go back and re-experience, what would it be and why? Would you do anything differently?

Many. Many. My first date with Cherrie....Working with one of my heroes, Stacy Keach, in "King Lear"... Being able and proud to actually give someone ELSE some help, because they needed it and didn't have to ask me....But for the purposes of this question, I'll be specific....February 4, 2002. It was my first jazz gig at a club here in Chicago. I had put so many e-mails and posters out, because I was afraid that no one would come. But they did. The place's filled to the gills. I had a quartet behind me. Everything I sang was right. Every move I made that night was spot on. It taught me that no matter how life ends up, I know that somehow I had the ability and the ambition to make things happen. A standing ovation. My first attempt at scat-singing, which is incredibly difficult. The audience was wide and varied and from all walks of life. And it was one of the great evenings of my life. I wish I COULD live it again...and bring you all along with me, just to show that I am what I say I am...

4. If you were not an actor, what would your profession be and why?

That's easy, although it took a long time to realize it. I would raise horses. I'm an old cowboy at heart. This profession would take care of a lot of dreams. I would have the specious ranch I want. I could raise thoroughbreds and then race them. I would have a strong, independent woman around me who would enjoy the open lifestyle that I crave. I honestly believe that this would be a kind of nirvana, because this would all be created out of CHOICE. And that, in the end, is what we all want...the freedom to choose what we like, with whom we like, for all the positive reasons we can summon.

And just ride....

5. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?

I need to travel a whole lot more before answering this fairly. Ireland....the Southwestern US.... Spain....London....Hawaii....San Diego...on and on here, too. But in my experience so far, I'd probably want to pick Chicago up and take it to where I'd like to go. It's a great town. The Olympics would be served well here.

How's that, Kyra? Thank you, ma'am. I do have an examined life. Certainly an unfinished one. And always, endlessly ambitious for so many things. Once I'm able to find someone to come along for that ride, that is. 'Cause I'm tired of feeling lonely. In the meantime....one foot in front of the other...There's too much to be done yet. Ithzak Perlman, the great violinist, once said "Sometimes the artist's task is to find out how much music he can play with what he has left."

Indeed.

Reaching Out

...wondering if there are any bloggers out here in our sphere who live or work anywhere near my town, Chicago. You never know what we all might come/cum up with... And besides, when troubles brew, we all know that having someone to vent to is a great thing.

Don't worry to all others...you are all still tops with me. This was just a thought. If it works and we might get a little tighter, I'll share with you how it happens. And keep the confidence, of course...

The Language of Sex

...Is absolutely (next to the orgasm, of course) my favorite thing in any sexual exchange. Words, more than anything, convey feelings that mere glances don't always offer. The work that I do allows me the variety of using such language in a lustful, loving (yes, loving) attempt to enjoy, to satisfy, and to create more...whether it's right there in front of us or next weekend at whatever assignation we arrive.

I love to hear a fully emboldened, passionate, hot woman say to me "You put that motherfucking cock in me....YOU PUMP ME HARD, YOU FUCKER...YOU MAKE ME CUM, I NEED TO CUM, I NEED TO WATCH YOU CUM!!!"....Or something like that. Nothing, nothing excites me more than a woman who has cast her inhibitions away and lets the release take over. It not only becomes more of a shared event...it is a real thrill to know that my efforts, my technique, my attitude allowed her to become what she really wanted to become...as sexual and lustful and sweating and hot as the moment permits.

At the same time..."Goddamnit, you have a tight pussy...Squeeze my cock, you bitch...YES, YOU HOT FUCKING LITTLE BITCH, I LO-O-O-VE THIS CUNT!! DA-A-A-AMMMN!!!"...it works the other way around, too. Let me, please let me use my lust verbally. The words compliment the action, and it takes the experience to a higher intensity. Yes, there are special moments when the moaning and groaning, when even silence is just as hot and wonderfully erotic as anything. But still, give me the vocal exchange anytime.

NOTE: There are some of you (and I do understand it) who still will balk in your own sexuality at the slang word 'cunt'. In some ways, it is used as a derogatory term and shouldn't be. When I use it (and I am guessing more than just me), it is to help heighten the experience, to hear the violent emotion of the word and to escalate what we are doing. I'm not calling you a name, I'm not putting you down...I am using it in a way that assists in getting us both to a fervently jazzed and erotic place. Please let me do so, because frankly, I do enjoy it. If I haven't shown you by now what I am capable of, then no amount of fucking or lovemaking will do.

Go...use the words, make yourself really hot and horny, hard and juicy, male or female...the language of sex is one of the great assets in a lover's arsenal.

COME FUCK ME, YOU HOT BITCH!!!....:)

Angry Sex

Angry sex. And today, I'm fucking pissed off.

Ever just have sex with your partner just to get off? Not really doing the normal thing with him or her…just wanting to get off. To use that person for just a bit. To find a place where the anger, the turmoil will subside a little. And he/she understands where you are and not only accommodates but seriously wants to participate. It’s not a bad thing at all. We’re simply human…

Sometimes our emotional makeup of the moment gets the better of us, and we try to find a different channel to release it. God knows, in my own life lately, I’ve seriously needed it, only to realize it’s not there. Taking her into whatever emotional space you have available and just do it. And trusting that she wants to help you…a trust that is earned, by the way, over time and example…

Let me push my cock in you, goddammit... Hard! None of this soft, easy fucking right now…I’m pissed off at the world. Spread your damned legs! Allow me the privilege of using my skills with words to take you where I want to go….Take my tool and squeeze it for me with your juicy, wet, strong pussy…Kegels, you gotta love ‘em… Now…let me establish my own pace, my own path…because this, honey, is about the frustration I’ve had all day. Gentle? Not right now… Please…just hold on. If my swearing, my hard thrusting, my yanking on your hair, slapping your tits a little, watching me get hot, get it all built up, the flush on your chest, the sweat on my brow…fuck me, you fucking bitch…come on, give it to me!...If it turns you on, it’s all the better! But right now, it’s mine! It’s needed! It’s so badly wanted!

I’m gonna fuck you this way. My way. As long as I want, as hard as I want. I’m angry! And I want you to help me tame this fucking anger! You hot, loving bitch!

Strange Sex Dream

About a week ago, it happened. I cannot quite figure its significance. I have shared it with a couple of folks who are just as puzzled as me. So I decided to bring it to the house here and let you all offer some insight.

As an actor, I experience a great deal of stress on a an almost daily basis...the nature of the profession dictates that survival skills are on display very often. It can be exhausting and even debilitating on occasion. And with the current economic climate, the challenges affect all of us (and I do mean ALL of us) even more fiercely, more personally. I often use sex as a way to take the air out of all that internal stress...for me, it works. I do wish I had someone in my life who was more evident, more prevelant in helping me do so...but that's another story.

I offered up my home a few years ago to an old college friend. We'll call her "Lou". Lou tracked me down via e-mail and was really down and out. Lived in the Twin Cities and was looking for a new start after some really serious difficulty. Moving to Chicago was something she wanted to talk about...So I talked with her and, after a couple of months, said that she could crash with me until she got on her feet and moved to her own new place.

What a fucking mistake. She had changed SO much from when I knew her before. Lou had gained about 80 pounds (which in itself is not a problem for me). Her personality, as time passed, became surly and negative. Constantly putting me down because as she put it "You need to get a REAL job!" Bitch.....She knew of my own sexual attitudes and constantly put them down. I got to the point to when I wanted to masturbate, I just said to myself "Fuck it" and stroked my cock in my bedroom as I wanted, as loudly as I wanted, for my own pleasure... as it should be for all of us.

NOW THIS IS WHERE THE DREAM STARTS.....

I was at my dinner table, reading the paper. Lou came in from her job -- a job I had helped her get, by the way -- and was pissed off at something. She was yelling. She was throwing things around. Then she turned to me and started yelling and bitching like I was married to her. And finally, finally that broke it. I started yelling right back at her. It was loud and profane and offensive...the neighbors could hear. And I could take no more.

I said "FUCK YOU, LOU! JUST FUCK YOU!!!"

I went into the living room and began ripping my clothes off, not caring where they went, what they looked like. And Lou continues her assault, as I am doing so, bitching right back, standing up because I just couldn't take it anymore. I began stroking my cock furiously, with anger and purpose. I wanted to take it off my torso and beat her with it, to tell the truth. Harder and harder I got, and she is not letting up on me. I got so large that it grew up to my face -- where I then proceeded to put my own cock in my own mouth and give myself head. Still, she is just like the old woman down the street when you were a kid who wouldn't let it go...

And I got closer and closer to my orgasm. It was a vision I had never seen myself in before, and I kept sucking myself off harder and more enthusiastically, and my battle with Lou suddenly turned from namecalling and going at her toe-to-toe to loud, unstoppable groans that pushed me on to my cum.

And then...there it was. I started cumming as hard as I had ever cum in my life. Spunk started pouring out the sides of my mouth and down my face onto the floor. I kept pumping and pumping. I got to that point where there was no more cum and I just kept involuntarily jerking in my body. Finally I got to the point where I couldn't do it anymore and I collapsed onto the floor.

When I recovered, I opened my eyes. And Lou was gone. Packed her bags and left....

Now that's not how she left, of course. She did, after 10 months...ten fucking months of allowing myself to be taken advantage of...move into her own place. Haven't seen her in nearly four years.

Now....WHAT in the world could this dream mean? Any ideas?

Questions

...from my lovely crush, BlueByrd. I promised you all I'd be back. Here's a really good start!

What is, and you can only choose one, your all time favourite sexual position?

Frankly, I have two...Love the dog from behind. I dearly love holding onto her hips and throwing my cock into her as hard or as easy as I want. All the while making the damned noises and dirty talk that I always make....The second is a mutual masturbatory position where we literally straddle each other. I do enjoy that a lot!

Now I know you wouldn't mind, but I want a description of your perfect woman physically.

Okay. Truth is we all have preferences. I'm sorry quite often that I'm not a tall, dark, handsome man for a lot of women. But as much as I value attitude (you've all heard me say that many times), I do have a couple of ideals. I want her to be a shorter, curvy girl. Say, 5'0-5'3 or so...once in a while I want her to fit under my arms. I like physically strong women, so at that height, maybe 130-140. I like breasts; I like a round ass; I like definition in her legs. And hair that I can grab onto when I fuck her mouth.

She asked for ideals. She didn't ask for ultimates, remember that.

The most outrageous place you have ever had sex?

One of two places: the front porch at dusk, not caring who in the hell was watching. Or at a Yes concert, where she was screaming at the music and I was screaming at her tight little cunt in the crowd.

Have you ever been dogging (American word may be different, so had sex in a car in a public place and been watched through the windows by strangers?

Yes, and I had an audience...it was at the Indianapolis 500 about 20 years ago. In the infield area, EVERYONE is fucking in certain areas.

Perfect night out, including what food, drink, place etc?

It was a jazz club/restaurant here in Chicago called Philanders. Appetizers, dinner, drinks...and the entire evening, she kept her hand on my leg. We had sex in her van; we couldn't wait. SO much fun.

Have you ever had any sexual encounters that you were frightened for any reason?

Fascinating...frightened. No, not that word. Uncomfortable, yes. Regretted, of course. But frightened...I suppose the closest thing was with a friend who was separated from her husband, and we enjoyed each other immensely one evening. Literally right after she climbed off after straddling my cock, her phone rang and it was her soon-to-be-ex, who wanted to know whose car was in the driveway.

Have you had gay sex, did you enjoy it?

Twice in my life. And both times it was either oral or a handjob. And neither time did a thing for me, not at all. So even though I'm pretty uninhibited, I felt no excitement in the encounters.

Thing that you are most proud of achieving in your life.

Being true to myself, despite the immense odds, and remaining in my chosen profession for 38 years. I'm very proud of that.

Have you ever been married or come close to it?

Yes. I was married for eight years to a fine woman who absolutely hated my job and also was so conservative sexually. I married her because she was the first woman to say that she loved me. A foolish reason, but real at the time. Since then, of course, my views on life have found their true colors...

How's that, BlueByrd?

Happy New Year

Hello, all...I'm so glad that we are kicking the past year out on its ass. It is natural for us to look ahead to the New Year with positive feeling. And I wish you all the best of what's to come. Whether it's friends, lovers, or just booty knocking, we all deserve the good in life somewhere.

But I have to ask....What does a miracle look like?