The Deafening Danger, Part 3

Seven days had passed since he had stayed over night and slept in the guest room. It was half way through the week when I had started to remember the steamy dream I had that night.  It seemed beyond real in an almost uncomfortable way.  What did not make sense was waking up to find a note informing he that he left to attend church. I did not even know that he was religious?  

As the week came to a close I finally got a text message from him.  He wanted to express his lack of contact through the week. Normally I would be angered by this, however it made me want to see him all the more. It was as if I needed a fix!  A fix of something you knew in your gut that you needed to stay away from.  

We met for dinner, it was a lovely warm evening sitting outside under the moonlight.  There was laughter, gazing into each other eyes, and multiple funny conversations.

We eventually finished our delicious seafood dinner, and made our way to the beach to walk along and enjoy the calming effect of the waves crashing in onto the shore.   We stopped to sit for awhile and as we relaxed on the warmth of the sand, he leaned in and pulled me closer to his chest and slowly began to kiss my sweet soft delicate lips. As we kissed his snake like tongue made its way into mouth as I sat there unable to move as if he had taken complete control of my entire body.  
My mind became increasingly relaxed, as the rest of my body felt exposed and on fire.  

The Deafening Danger, Part 2

Have you ever met someone who just kinda made your heart break for them?

He most likely would not want me feeling this way, or would he?


As we sat in the quietness of the park overlooking the bay, we began to navigate our way through the barriers of communicating.  Not only was he hearing impaired, but he wore 2 devices to aid him in hearing a bit.  He also was able to read lips, use sign language, and he could talk some.  Surprisingly I was able to understand him and he, I.

As we talked, he told me of his sad and hardened life being abandoned, failed relationships with cheaters, his hearing loss, feeling all alone and broken at times.  How could I not want to help him, take him under my wing?  Want to care for him?  His life experience compelled me to want to do so.

 I invited him over for one of my famous "cooked from the heart-made from scratch homemade dinners- that people from all over beg me to prepare for them."  I was feeling as if we were establishing a real friendship, building some trust, and a safe zone for each.  It was enjoyable to chat with someone while I was in the kitchen, we sipped on wine, and enjoyed the lovely feast.

It was a delightful evening.

A few days later, I asked him to join me at a dear friends pad for cocktails and conversation, as I thought it might be good for him to get out and broaden his social circle.  Learn to feel comfortable around others in a social setting.  So we went to the party, all was going swimmingly!  Everyone was chatting, laughing, he was engaged in a conversation with a few others, and I just sat back and thought "you did good Divine Man."

The party came to a close and we rode back to my palace in the white limo, it was a good thing as we both felt a bit buzzed.  I knew he had a 40 minute drive ahead of him to get to his Aunt's home(where he was living) and so I offered him my guest room.  At first he resisted, but then caved into the idea of sleeping on a soft bed versus a lumpy couch.

It was still dark outside when I sensed someone in my chambers, I could feel someone breathing, getting closer to me as I laid sleeping.  Very gently I felt arms wrap around my fabulous body, and pull me close.  I felt safe yet startled all at once.  This is the stuff I love about dreams.  Anything can happen while asleep.  I felt hands slowly begin to explore my naked and butter soft skin, and then a silky wetness descended upon my neck.  I moaned as I felt unable to move and release myself from the pleasure I was experiencing.

The morning came, the sun was shining and I woke up to find a note on my kitchen counter that read "Divineness, Thank You for allowing me to stay over, I had to leave early for church."

The Deafening Danger, Part 1

Perhaps my intuition was off, maybe it wasn't totally balanced yet since awaking from the coma? Perhaps I was vulnerable since my memories of what I heard while I was in that death like state for so many months had started to return to me.  Learning what those deceitful twins had done to me unknowingly for so many years, maybe it was the longing for my one true soulmate to return to me again.


I can't believe I am actually gonna do this?  How had I fallen from such standards? How had the most simply amazingly divine man come to this moment?  As my hands trembled I grabbed for my wine glass and with the other hand I stretched out my right index finger and as I touched the screen on my phone...I thought "here goes nothing!"

I completed my dating profile and uploaded a fabulous selfie, and then sat on my couch waiting and waiting and drinking and waiting and drinking and waiting and then peeing and peeing and then "BING" I heard that surprisingly delightful sound!

Winner winner chicken dinner!  Someone had sent me a message!  Someone wanted to chat with me!

His name:  Jeremiah
Age: 33
Occupation: Nurse
Volunteer: Homeless Shelters
Interests: Walks on the beach, flea markets, movies, swimming, and art galleries.
He is seeking a LTR
And he was hearing impaired. But wore a device that helped him.  He was born able to hear until he was 4, when he suffered severe hearing loss from an infection is both ears.  Shortly after that his Mother left him with his Grandparents.

WOW, he has survived alot.  Which made me think that he was someone whom I thought I could indulge in chatting with.

We chatted for about 2 hours.

It was fun, and on my terms!

After chatting back and forth for about 5 or 6 days, I agree to a meeting.

Pride and Franklin Frankie

As I sit here in my penthouse, wrapped in my red feather boa, red satin shimmering robe as I sip on a glass of wine I poured out of a box I ponder this:

It's Gay Pride month.

And this is the St. Pete Pride Festival.... As in St.Petersburg, FL.

Naturally I normally go, however this year I felt no need to go, to attend.  I sit here with a heavy heart, and sense of sadness in my beautiful heart, mind, and body.

My reasons for not attending this evenings parade are:  Alot of things in my life changed during and after my coma.  For example:  Since I woke up, I have begun to slowly remember people, conversations and secrets that were told to me.  Also since the coma, I have realized that there are/were people that I held very dear to me that are no longer in my world.  In fact one person in particular is at the center of this pain,  his name is Franklin Frankie.  We met about 3 years ago when I had first arrived in Paradise via the Rainbow Connection.
He was involved in a toxic and tumultuous relationship with a young man that did not respect him, nor care, show/offer moral support or true love.  FF and I slowly became friends, and inched our way closer to each other.  I met his daughters, his bestie, and each time his ex would surface his slithery spineless head and wreak havoc on FF's life, FF would fall apart and I would always be there to help him pick up all the shattered pieces and re-assemble his life, and his heart.

After the last breakup, he seemed to bounce back quicker and we were attending parties, social events, gallery openings and other such things.  His bestie Kelly, would often come with us, and we all got along famously.  She was a lovely wild spirit with butterfly wings and a unicorn horn.

FF and I eventually began to hang out just he and I.

Things were good, no they were great.  It was the Summer of 69! LOL!!

We became the 3 Musketeer's, and regardless of what we were doing it was fun, joyful and always laughing.  I remember the night a group of us went roller skating(first time in 100 years) and then there was the Masquerade Ball, days spent at the pool, potluck's at the penthouse, nights out clubbing, and Costume parties galore!

FF and I were growing closer, not sexually but just closer.

And then nothing.  He cut me out of his life.

What is puzzling to me is that the whole time I was in the coma, he never came to see me.  There are so many things, unanswered questions I have.  It's rather disturbing and not easy to move forward when there are things that remind you of someone on a daily or weekly basis.  I just want to know why?

Was it just me?  What did I do to make you hate me so much? Was the connection all in my head?

Happy Pride my pets!!

Mandrake, Dog Shit and the Smiling Man!

"Picture It" ... it's a beautiful sunny morning, the skies are blue, the birds are chirping, there are cute little lizzard like geckos scurrying all around, and the flowers are in bloom!  As I skip along the sidewalk unaware that I have stepped off into the grass.  I realized this and thought ...why not take off my diamond studded flip flops off and go barefoot?  So I did.

I did this for a short while until I stepped in some wet and still warm, moist dog shit!  Great, just friggin great! I can imagine now how the rest of my day will go!

Thankfully, there was a Gardner working out in the upcoming yard and so I asked the nice man if he would assist me in cleaning off my perfectly shaped foot.  Of course he was more then happy to assist Moi!  I mean who wouldn't?

Once the dog shit is cleaned and removed from my delicate foot, I make my way to the marketplace where I begin to look for an assortment of items for a very special recipe!

The following ingredients:

Black Berry Root

Chicory

Hemlock

Henbane

Mandrake

As I make my way through the exotic market, trying to make conversation with the merchants from lands afar, which is not easy as one might think when you don't each speak the same tongue.
Regardless, I was offered samples of teas that possessed healing powers, and little cakes....breads...wines...and they gave Moi capes and magical slippers and a few other things.

As I took a minute from all the walking and mingling with the merchants, I sat down with a chalice filled with summer wine, and relaxed my feet.  Across the way, was a cute man, and at first I did not pay any attention to him, but I realized he was...well smiling at Moi... of course he was, I mean who doesn't?

As I sat there, I began to smile back, stir my wine with my left index finger so I could ever so slowly suck the wine from it in a seducing way...

This must have continued to go on for 2-3 hours... we just both sat there and smiled at each other.

Normally I would just approach...but thought I should just be coy and sweet today.

As I sat there smiling hoping and praying this handsome stranger would just get up and walk over to me... and before I know it, two large men in white coats approach the handsome man and as they do he stands up quickly and begins to fight them off.  They are big and strong and seem to restrain him.
I realize if I don't try and stop them I might never get to see him again... so I get up and run to his aid!

The men in white coats restrain him as I approach and quickly inform Moi that this handsome man is an escaped mental patient and has a condition called: Angelman Syndrome.  Which causes you to permanently smile forever.  So even if he did not want to smile or meant to....he was.

I learned a real lesson in life... just because someone smiles at you, find out why.... they maybe wincing from gas, or cramps or they might have Angelman Syndrome.  So the next time you step in warm moist dog shit, you should just turn around and go home!  

Uuummmm Sir, you have some shrimp stuck in your neck hair!

So here I am, all dressed up, wearing my Talbot's Flare jeans, black jimmy cho's, slim fit white button up shirt, and my black with white dots tux coat... looking smokin hot and refreshed.

My cohorts, Benny and Donny...a dashing vegan couple and surprising new friends to Moi! The 3 of us all ready for an evening of fun, awards, paparazzi, and fancy people!

We arrive at the Gala event, as we walk in, there are crowds of people laughing, air kissing, diamonds twinkling on the women, and the men and glasses clinking! As we make our way through the people, and head to one of the open bars for wine there is distant voice softly calling my name.  I turn ever so slowly around in caution because I know that voice.  It's his voice...

I turn completely around to find no one there, just glittering people walking past.  Was he just in my head? in my heart and soul? Is he just someone that I made up while I was in the coma? did he really find me?

Benny and Donny walk over to me with wine for us and we raise our glasses at toast to a fabulous evening of merriment and gaiety!  There we are, laughing, air kissing diplomats, idiots, headliners and Drag Queens.  I notice a young man approach Moi with a tray of appetizers... he is rather unkept looking with wrinkled clothing, messy greasy hair, and unshaven.  He offers Moi a spoon full of shrimp and shellfish!  I stand there an stare at this guy and I begin to enjoy the seafood in the spoon.  I notice he has ...what looks like a piece of shrimp stuck to his long facial hair on his neck.

I just stand there thinking...someone needs to tell this guy about the shrimp that he has gotten tangled in his neck hair!  He walks through the crowd with his tray of seafood with me in pursuit of wanting to not embarrass him any.  As I'm walking towards him, I am pulled by an admirer for a photo opp! I eventually am able to get away and now I can't seem to find him.  I spot him on the other side of the room, and I make tracks towards him hoping to get him alone to tell him about his dangling shrimp!

As I approach him I notice the shrimp is almost like dancing in his neck hair!

I tap him on his shoulder gently as I don't want to startle him and his shrimp falls off his neck and lands on a spoon... Sir, Young Man,..... As he turns to me, I lean in closely to him and point at my neck and say...you happen to have some shrimp on your neck... He replies with well thank you for noticing my skin tag, I really appreciate it, I will now go home and kill myself!

I'm like so stunned and shocked! That's a skin tag?  Who walks around with a skin tag the size of a shrimp while serving...shrimp?

I mean...come on dude!  

Succubus or is it Incubus?

As I was walking through the arts & crafts store, minding my own divine business, pushing my bedazzled (with red glitter and rhinestones) shopping cart, I felt someone watching me.  Which I thought “who would even know me here? Afterall I was incognito with my white Jackie-o’s, red feather boa, and white linen jumpsuit.” Unlike Kirstie Alley who always makes her presence known…

Anywho… I continued to walk as I could not allow myself to look around to find the person who was so obviously starring at Moi.  Which really was nothing new, as I have grown accustomed to the hundreds of thousands of people who merely enjoy just looking at me. 

As I made my way through the store, I realized the only way to shake this tail was to zig zag through it.  After about 4 hours of this, my legs and feet were beginning to falter and so Moi descended to a room that is used for classes and workshops.  As I sat down, once again I felt the presence of someone, now even closer than the previous 4 hours. 

He approaches me with confidence and a gentle smile, he is slender, standing about 5’10, thick silver hair that sported a slight wave, inviting eyes, and spoke with an accent.  He asks… Are you a designer? I naturally replied with, but of course I am! Which in return I asked him… I can see from your shopping cart that you are a painter of sorts? He began to tell me of his art, the style in which he creates in, and a bit about himself. 

I sit there and find myself intrigued by this man with the accent, if I had to guess, I would say he is Cuban or Spanish.  He carries himself with a certain presence that exudes power, status and nobility.

We exchanged an enticing conversation and then he presents me with his calling card, and writes his personal private number on the back.  I then in return offer him mine, and part with “I am interested in seeing your stuff, I mean your art…”

I guess a week or two passed and then one early warm and moist evening, he calls…

I answer the phone with “ This is Divine Man, how may you help me?”  I think he was a bit taken aback at first as there was a pause and then he spoke to me with his sexy accented voice.  Divine Man, I realize this is such short notice but would you do me the privilege of meeting me for wine and spirited conversation this evening?

The next thing I know we are sitting at this dahling little wine bar, the lights are dim, soft music in the background, and we are the only 2 there(aside from the wine merchant) as if he had arranged it to be just us.  We sat there, toasted to a robust glass of red wine, and began an exotic conversation which was jolly, and dark all at the same time.  Eventually we ventured out onto the cobble stone streets and walked in the moonlight as the fog slowly began to drift in.  The air was still and quiet around us, the moon was full and the shadows danced all around us.  I suddenly trip on a brick, and he catches me and as he does our eyes lock, his arms grow strong around my small waist and he quickly pulls me up and extremely close to him.  I just stare into his piercing eyes, frozen and unable to move, not wanting to remove myself from his clutches.  He then ever so gently presses his wet lips to mine, slowly but with intent.  And then wham! His mouth and lips and tongue go full throttle on me.  It is as if he is a toilet plunger encasing my entire mouth area, and forcing his snake like long tongue into my mouth and down my throat, filling it with his venom.  His strong arms are securely around me, not allowing me to break free.  His hands begin to shift and he starts to slap my perfectly shaped booty. 

He pulls us into a wooded area, dark with uncertainty and all the while I am fearing for my life, for my inners not to be sucked out of my fabulous body.  I stand there in a trance yet, as he stands back and looks at me with eyes full of lust and hunger for Moi. 

All I can think is… Succubus or Incubus?

Timing is everything, as I am saved by the bell, so to speak.

I manage to escape from his menacing clutches and flee the country, no …not really, but I do flee to my penthouse and begin to pray I never see him again.

In fact, whenever my handlers and network see him they text me: Succubus/Incubus sighting!