Sunday, July 03, 2005

I'll Dispense With The Pleasantries

How did I get to be such a slut? The Five Stallions were sitting around last night, braying and champing at the bit, and with a tongue loosened by a scant few beers, I was soon off riffing away with Bec about the intricacies of sexual conduct, and The Stallions ended up Branded - The Shackled One, The Nail-O-Matic, The Perve, passing on the other Stallion for a moment and ending with The Slut.

Justifiable since the Ignoble Collapse, and Warranted in an earlier era, I've no complaints. Strutted through the city with the pride of it, catching the eye of more than one attractive girl and savouring the feeling reminded me how all too easy it was, and how it's my Default Mode. remembering at one point I had a choice, and I took the hard one to enter a relationship.

But more what was asked last night was for the Dispensation of some choice nuggets of advice, hints and handy tools for the wolf on the prowl. The thing is, there's no special trick, no magic line. The successes I've had have all come from an atmosphere, and the attitude that results, and the praticed application of that attitude while the atmosphere exists.

I don't want to end up sounding like it's just natural ability, because the droughts have been long and dry. They've filled me with doubt, developing a negative feed-back loop of whichc my escape was rarely of my own making.

More explanations are probably required. not tonight. later, perhaps. comments, please. posted by Keegan at 6:32 pm

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