June 5, 2019 · 5:56 am

Jack Fisher’s Weekly Quick Pick Comic: Black Cat #1

Every Wednesday, this crazy and chaotic world gets a bit more bearable when a new stack of comics enters this world. Some feature iconic superheroes. Others feature devious villains. Some dare explore the vast gray area in between. Of all the new comics this week, one book dares to stand out by staking a claim in that gray area.

“Black Cat #1” is one of those comics that probably wasn’t on many peoples’ radar. Felicia “Black Cat” Hardy is not one of those obscure comic book characters that only ardent Marvel fans know about, nor is she in that top-tier class occupied by the likes of Spider-Man and Captain America. However, whenever she shows up, she finds a way to leave her mark and looks dead sexy while doing it.

For years, Black Cat was a supporting character for Spider-Man who often fluctuated between being a sexy villainous, a volatile love interest, and a full-fledged anti-hero. At her core, she’s a thief who treats stealing as an art and a profession rather than a matter of necessity. She’s basically a female Danny Oceans with infinitely more sex appeal.

“Black Cat #1” doesn’t try to shake up those previous roles. Instead, it embraces Black Cat’s thieving persona. It even celebrates it in ways that rarely play out in a typical Spider-Man comic. It showcases just how capable, devious, and downright coy Black Cat can be when she’s at her best.

There’s no Spider-Man sub-plot here. The plot in “Black Cat #1” is entirely built entirely around Felicia Hardy organizing a daring heist. However, it’s not just for money or thrills this time.

Thanks to recent events in Amazing Spider-Man, she has a target on her back. In addition to the police and various other superheroes who don’t take kindly to thieves, she managed to piss off the Thieve’s Guild, an organization that tends to hold a nasty grudge, even by comic book standards.

Black Cat can’t simply rely on her cunning, skill, and sexiness to get out of her predicament. She also can’t do everything on her own, for once. As such, she has to exercise both her thieving skills and her ability to manage a crew of other thieves who don’t have a romantic history with Spider-Man.

It’s a simple heist that requires a complex effort. It’s not quite on the same level as “Ocean’s 11,” but it’s not as simple as just breaking the glass and sneaking through air vents. In fact, “Black Cat #1” avoids some standard thieving tropes, focusing instead on everyone who tries to stop Felicia.

I won’t spoil many of the details, but I will note that they fail. Whether they’re security guards, police officers, or ninjas attacking her car, they certainly make a concerted effort. True to her skill and persona, Black Cat fights back and smiles a lot in the process.

Writer, Jed MacKay, captures both the personality and spirit of who Black Cat is. For once, she isn’t pushed into a particular role, as is often the case when she shows up in a Spider-Man comic. He lets her be herself. He gives her a voice that feels distinct and appropriately sassy. The collective artwork of Mike Dowling, Travel Foreman, and Nao Fuji ensures she looks good every step of the way.

That’s an accomplishment because one of Black Cat’s biggest shortcomings is that it’s not always easy to root for her. While she never descends too deep into outright villainy, she can often come as crass and manipulative, even without Spider-Man. That never happens in “Black Cat #1.” She only ever seems confident, charismatic, and focused.

On its own, “Black Cat #1” is a solid, well-contained heist story involving one of Marvel’s most famous thieves. It shows Black Cat when she’s at her best, stealing things that are difficult to steal and navigating obstacles that frustrate even the more competent villains. There’s never a point where you feel like rooting against her.

What makes “Black Cat #1” even more compelling, as a comic, is how it sets up the next part of Felicia Hardy’s story. Unlike many other stories where she acts mostly as a supporting character, the one MacKay teases feels more personal. It doesn’t just present a new challenge. It adds a significant complication to a life that is already inherently complicated by being affiliated with Spider-Man.

Even if you don’t know much about Black Cat or haven’t paid much attention to her story in recent years, “Black Cat #1” is one of those rare comics that can sell you on a character. In one issue, you get a good idea of who she is, what she’s about, and why she matters in the larger Marvel universe. In that same issue, you also get a sense that there’s more to her story and it’s about to change in a major way.

Some characters need to be overhauled while others need to be reinvented. Black Cat needed none of that. She just needed a chance to show what she can do and how much fun it can be to see her work. That’s exactly what “Black Cat #1” delivers.

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June 4, 2019 · 5:54 am

Daily Sexy Musing: Long Distance Love

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If you’ve ever been in love or followed romance in any capacity, you’ve probably heard the saying that absence makes the heart grow fonder. As someone who has consumed more romantic media than any straight man will dare admit, I can attest that it’s one of the most common mantras that doesn’t involve old Beatles songs.

At its core, it makes an important point about the strength of love. It’s not always possible for two lovers to be together, if only physically. Even before the age of the Internet and Tinder, the natural chaos of life required people to part ways every now and then. When that happened, the extent of someone’s love truly reveals itself.

I know this because one of the most serious relationship I ever had was a long distance relationship. In college, I dated a girl who went to another university that was not just a quick bus ride away. Much of our romantic exchanges had to happen through a phone or a computer screen. It was tricky, but it did make those moments when we came together that much more meaningful.

Relationships over distance are tough. There’s a good reason why over half of them fail in the long run. However, those that succeed show a strength that reflects just how powerful love can be, despite the distance. Even though my long-distance relationship didn’t work out, the romantic in me can’t help but admire those that do.

For some, a long-distance relationship is untenable. There’s just no substitute for true physical intimacy. For others, however, distance really does foster a fond heart and that heart beats stronger when they finally get a chance at intimacy. This Daily Sexy Musing is a brief exploration of this old romantic saying and its deeply intimate undertones.

When I first felt your touch, there was a spark. That spark became a fire and that fire became an inferno. The memory still burns hot in my mind, from the moments that led up to it to those we created after. With one touch, the breadth of our passion was born.

Then, new obstacles emerged.

Then, new endeavors revealed themselves.

Then, new distances formed.

Between us, the gap widened and grew. Suddenly, the memories of your touch became more precious. For long periods, it is beyond my reach. I can only evoke those memories through screens and sounds from afar. They keep the memory vivid, but they make that fire burn brighter.

Through the distance, I feel your love.

Through the distance, I convey my desire.

Through the distance, I long for you.

Through the distance, I seek the right strength.

At times, it gets so cold and lonely. Memories and messages only go so far. Warm reminders keep our love going, but only adds to greater longing. Every moment we spend apart becomes a moment of escalating tension. On some nights, it’s unbearable, knowing you’re out there and I’m not with you.

Finally, you return and the tension breaks.

Finally, you touch me again and a new fire erupts.

Finally, you are with me and our love is stronger.

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June 3, 2019 · 5:58 am

“King of the Hill” Vs. “F is for Family” And The Evolution/Disillusion Of The American Dream

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What happened to the American Dream? That’s a question more and more people are asking these days. It’s a question people have been asking in some form or another for decades. Even if you’re not American, it’s relevant because as politics and economics become more global, there’s a sense that a great many people are being left behind. More recently, it feels like that trend is accelerating.

Since I’m not a political scientist or an economist, I’m not qualified to break down all the factors behind these trends. However, given my age and relative experiences, I’ve witnessed many of the changes and upheavals that have shaped the current state of affairs. Over that period, I’ve even seen those changes reflected in two iconic animated TV shows from two disparate eras.

One is “King of the Hill,” a colorful slice of the late 90s/early 2000s cultural zeitgeist. The other is “F is for Family,” a show that, despite taking place in the 1970s, heaps plenty of scathing criticism on current American ideals. I’ve written about both shows before, citing the former as a lesson in work ethic and the latter as a perfect satire for its time. I also consider myself a fan of both shows.

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On their own, they each have their own sense of style, story, and overall humor. They’re both entertaining and endearing in their own unique way. When placed side-by-side, though, they reflect an even greater message that goes beyond the themes of either shows. That message can be summed up with one harsh realization.

The American Dream isn’t just failing. Those who pursue it are being punished.

I know it sounds bleak, if not fatalistic. It’s certainly not a message that “King of the Hill” and “F is for Family” ever state overtly. However, when placed in the context of their time and their over-arching themes, the overarching themes are clear, if not unavoidable.

In terms of ideals, Hank Hill and Frank Murphy have a lot in common. They’re both hard-working American men who see themselves as embodiments of American values. They take pride in their roles and responsibilities as husbands, fathers, and providers. They’re active in shaping the identity of their community. They both have an idealized vision of what the American Dream entails.

Some of those similarities extend to their family and how they impact the structure of the show. Many plots in “King of the Hill” and “F is for Family” revolve around Hank and Frank reacting to events that happen within their family. They have wives that seek their own path and kids who rarely appreciate the work they do. Much of the comedy in each show emerges from these conflicts.

The face of many such conflicts.

Things really start to differ when the bigger picture of their respective worlds comes in. Whereas “King of the Hill” reflects a more optimistic view of the world that was more prevalent in the late 1990s, “F is for Family” paints a more dire picture. In Frank’s world, American ideals are failing and he’s struggling just to keep that vision alive.

In just three seasons, Frank has lost his job, struggled to provide for his family, and had his dreams derailed again when his wife gets pregnant. While his temper and his penchant for threatening to put people through walls don’t help, many of the factors that put him in such situations aren’t his fault. In fact, his tendency to do things the right way, as Hank often does, often work against him.

This isn’t even Frank’s worst day.

Within this dynamic, “King of the Hill” and “F is for Family” diverge in a critical way that speaks to the larger issues surrounding the American Dream. In the world of “King of the Hill,” doing the right thing and following American values are rewarded. It’s one of the show’s most common themes over the course of 13 seasons.

In this world, working hard at a blue collar job is fulfilling, respectable, and rewarding.

In this world, a man can support his family with a job that involves selling propane and propane accessories.

In this world, people who take short-cuts or try to avoid hard work ultimately fail.

In this world, a man who marries the woman he impregnates is rewarded with respect, support, and admiration.

Simply put, adhering to principles of hard work, high morals, and personal responsibility will help someone achieve the American dream. Hank Hill, with his quaint suburban house and supportive community, is the personification of these principles. It’s not always easy for him, given his influences, but that only makes his adherence to those principles more respectable.

This is virtuous system is not present in “F is for Family.” If anything, it’s turned upside down. Frank Murphy followed those principles as closely as Hank. He put his personal goals on hold when his wife got pregnant. He served his country dutifully when he got drafted. He works hard and provides, despite having a slob for a boss. However, his efforts go unrewarded. If anything, they’re punished.

In Frank Murphy’s world, a hard-working man can save the company he works for, but still get fired.

In Frank Murphy’s world, marrying your pregnant girlfriend instead of following your dreams will only get you ungrateful kids, a miserable wife, and an unfulfilling job.

In Frank Murphy’s world, people who eschew hard work and behave irresponsibility are rewarded with cocaine-fueled parties and trophy wives.

In Frank Murphy’s world, a corporation can steal your idea and make millions off it while you don’t even get credit.

The system is harsh, unfair, and completely unconcerned with who adheres to American ideals. The only thing that ever seems to matter is dumb luck and already having significant wealth or privilege. Sadly, this is a lot more consistent with the current state of affairs where the rich and powerful exact immense influence, creating a system that benefits those at the top while straining everyone else.

Frank yelling on behalf of America.

This unfair system even extends beyond the political and economic sphere. In “F is for Family,” there are multiple characters who seem to succeed, no matter how little they work or how unmotivated they are. It’s not unlike those who flaunt their lavish lifestyles on Instagram, which is often fueled by inherited wealth that they did not work for or earn.

That kind of system wouldn’t just leave Hank Hill aghast. It would completely undermine his world, his identity, and his ethics. Whether he would resort to putting people through walls instead of just kicking asses is difficult to determine, but the bigger picture is clear. The American Dream in his world is intact whereas its reversing course in “F is for Family.”

To some extent, this reversal is consistent with how the world has been trending since the late 1990s and early 2000s. People have become increasingly cynical and trust in institutions is declining. Thanks to the media and the internet, it’s getting harder to hide the harsh realities of a world where just doing the right thing isn’t enough anymore. Despite taking place before the internet, “F is for Family” perfectly reflects this reality.

The face of that harsh reality.

It creates a dynamic that’s bound to create more Frank Murphys and fewer Hank Hills. People are told that the American dream is still in their grasp. They just have to be like Hank, playing by the rules, working hard, and not taking shortcuts. Those who buy into that dream aren’t just let down. They’re outright punished.

Frank didn’t become a profanity-spewing rageaholic overnight. As perfectly depicted in the show’s opening credits, the various machinations of this unfair system just kept hitting him and no matter how hard he worked or how much he sacrificed, he never got closer to the American Dream. If anything, it just kept getting farther away.

Both “F is for Family” and “King of the Hill” have plenty to offer in terms of insights. Their respective worlds may take place in an animated world where former presidents and future serial killers can show up, but such exaggerated dynamics help each show convey a certain message that fit perfectly within the context of a certain time.

The idealism in “King of the Hill” and the satirical deconstruction in “F is for Family” paint conflicting pictures of the American Dream. Both still glorify it as an ideal, but each present a different understanding of how it plays out. Within the comedy, there are genuine, relevant messages worth considering.

For many people in the real, non-animated world, the American Dream still matters. Many still work as hard and as passionately as Hank Hill and Frank Murphy. It’s hard enough when those efforts go unrewarded, but when doing the right thing becomes a liability, it’s hard to call it a dream.

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June 2, 2019 · 12:02 am

Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Summer BBQ Edition

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Summer has arrived. The weather is hot, school is out, pools are open, and bikinis are back in style. For anyone who values the ability to lounge around naked, it’s a wonderful time of year. While I’ve made my love of casual nudity known, there are plenty of other summer activities that I enjoy. A few of them can even be done while fully clothed.

One of them is a good summer barbecue. While I’m not that picky an eater, I’ve always had a special place in my heart for good barbecue. It helps that I come from a family that will make any excuse to have a barbecue. It doesn’t matter if it’s a holiday or not. If we can all get together, fire up a grill, and cook some great food, then we’ll find a way to make it happen.

I’ve always found barbecue to be the most social kind of eating. It’s the kind of food where you don’t just sit at a table. You walk around, you interact, and you create a fun atmosphere for all to enjoy. To some extent, it’s downright intimate. You’re eating food that’s fresh off the grill and hanging out in an open environment. Whether with family or strangers, it’s something everyone can appreciate.

Summer is prime barbecue season. I certainly plan on attending more than a few. I encourage everyone else who’s fond of hot weather and cold beer to participate whenever they can. This edition of my Sexy Sunday Thoughts is my way of ushering in this unique summer activity. Hopefully, it makes you hungry, among other things.

“Alcohol is probably just as responsible for creating many relationships as well as ruining them.”

“Love is the bedrock for a successful relationship, but orgasms are bricks and cement that help build it up.”

“In essence, a romantic gesture is just a more elaborate form of foreplay.”

“Take away the sex and prostitutes really aren’t that different from politicians.”

“If laughter is the best medicine, then making love is the best therapy.”

“Good lovers tend to their partner’s needs, but great lovers help them discover new ones.”

“A date is basically an elaborate guessing game on what will convince someone to regularly have sex with you.”

I hope that helped everyone work up an appetite. Summer has a great many appeals. Good barbecue is just one of them. Even without a gathering or an event, any season is made better by good food. If you have a chance to get out and enjoy one, I encourage you to do so. After all, no epic romance or sexy activity can be done on an empty stomach.

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June 1, 2019 · 12:34 am

“Sweet And Dirty” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote about sweet women who talk dirty. I’ve known more than a few in my life. I even dated one. She was fun to be around. As someone who has a deep appreciation for the spoken and written word, they have a special place in my heart. Enjoy!

To most people, Layla Larone was the sweetest young woman that anyone had ever met. She had a smile that could light up any room, a feminine figure that rivaled that of any angel, and a spirit that made everyone want to be near her on their darkest days. Aden Stan knew that sweet side better than most. As her lover and fiancé, he drew plenty of envy from those who’d been captivated by Layla’s aura.

“Man, I still can’t believe you’re marrying Layla freaking Larone,” said Aaron Jay, Aden’s cousin and long-time friend.

“Gee, thanks,” Aden said, rolling his eyes. “You make it sound like I’m such a fine catch.”

“Come on! Don’t be like that, cous,” Aaron responded. “You’re an objectively great guy, but let’s not ignore the bigger picture, here.”

“And what picture might that be?”

“The same one everyone has been seeing since high school,” his cousin said. “Some women just have that special something – that perfect combination of looks, charisma, and energy that sets them apart. They could do anything, go anywhere, and be with anyone. She could go to Europe and marry a prince. She could go to any city and win over every heart. Hell, she could go to some remote village in the Amazon and be declared queen.”

“And yet she chose to be with me,” Aden said proudly. “A washed-up track star who makes his living as a contractor for his dad’s company.”

“Now, you’re just rubbing it in.”

“Am I? Or is there an even bigger picture you’re not seeing?” he teased.

“Now, you’re just being a dick.”

Aden and his cousin shared a good laugh, finishing up a cold beer on what had been another successful barbecue. Aaron’s family, who lived a couple blocks from the townhouse he and Layla shared, always threw one on the first weekend of May. They invited friends, neighbors, and family from all over, just to get together, catch up, and show off their fancy grilling equipment.

Aden hadn’t missed one since college and Layla never passed up an opportunity to meet, socialize, and endear herself to everyone even more. She also used it as an excuse to wear her newest sun dress. It was an unofficial rule in the neighborhood that winter wasn’t over until Layla Larone graced the world with her angelic beauty and summer fashion. By every measure, the rule had been met.

“You and Aaron throw such wonderful cookouts, Maya,” she told to Aaron’s sister. “After the winter we’ve had, this is such a treat.”

“You’re too kind, Layla,” Maya replied as she put out a fresh plate of hot dogs, “and I mean that literally. You didn’t have to help set up the tables and rent the bouncy house for the kids.”

“I know it’s more than usual, but I think the children are enjoying it. Even some of the adults are having fun!”

“Only after a few drinks,” she laughed. “But seriously, you got to keep raising the bar like this…being so kind and sweet to us all. You’re making the rest of us look bad.”

“I do what I can and I’m glad to do it,” Layla said with that distinct blend of pride and humility. “I’ve always believed in going the extra mile. It shows others just how much we care.”

“Well, I think it’s safe to say everyone knows how much you care. I almost feel bad for Aden. After today, all the men in the neighborhood are going to be even more jealous he’s marrying you.”

“That, unfortunately, I cannot help with.”

The two women laughed. Aden just kept smiling. Even though he’d been with her for years, she still lit up his world in her own special way. He didn’t care if it drew envy from everyone else in the neighborhood. He had the love of the most beautiful woman in the world and he wasn’t going to apologize for that.

If only they knew the full extent of Layla Larone’s love.

“Speaking of my future husband,” Layla said, “I believe he’s due for some extra care.”

“Go for it,” said Maya, rolling her eyes. “I got a grill to man and a brother who’s been bugging me about undercooked burgers.”

“I heard that,” said Aaron with a bemused look.

“Good!” she quipped. “Now, stop using your ears and put those grilling skills to use. You’re the one who brags he can cook the perfect burger blindfolded. Either prove it or join your buddies in the bouncy house.”

Aaron shook his head and joined his sister at the grill, but not before shooting Aden another knowing glance. Layla’s presence had already had such a significant impact. The last thing he wanted anyone to do was rub it in. Aden was tempted, but preferred to just raise his half-empty bottle of beer and smile.

That smile got wider as Layla joined him, quickly pulling him into a light embrace under the midday sun. She also threw in a peck on the cheek for all to see. It wasn’t much, but a peck from her gesture from her was akin to multiple kisses from a dozen angels. Just holding her in his arms, watching as others enjoyed the barbecue festivities, was enough to make any season feel like spring.

Then, once Aaron joined Maya at the grill and became immersed in his work, Layla leaned in closer and whispered something into his ear.

“I’m not wearing any panties right now,” she said in a deep, sensual voice that stood in stark contrast to the tone she’d used earlier.

Aden almost spit up his beer. That was the part of Layla Larone’s love that few others experienced, let alone appreciated. She didn’t show it to just anyone, but when she did, it had an impact.

“I wore them when we arrived,” she added. “I ditched them when I saw help that contractor fix the bouncy house. You know damn well watching you fix things makes me wet.”

“Jeez, Layla,” Aden said, “I wish I’d remembered that before I put on my tightest pair of jeans this morning.”

“Good think I’m also charitable when I’m horny.”

Most of the time, charity meant Layla volunteering at the soup kitchen, which she did at least twice a month. On some rare, yet special occasions, it meant purposefully rubbing her thigh up against his groin, diverting a good share of his blood to his lower body.

Aden had to hide his reaction, his grin becoming more awkward as he embraced his fiancé closer, if only to hide what she was doing in broad daylight. That did little to dissuade her. She just kept rubbing up against him, her every touch making her intentions clear and they were not those of a sweet, innocent woman.

“Um…how is that helping?” he asked his still-smiling fiancé.

“You mean besides getting your dick hard?” Layla replied curtly.

“That part was implied, I hope,” Aden said sheepishly.

She laughed, but the look in her eye became more devious. It was subtle, but not to him. She knew as well as him that he was one of the select few individuals who knew about her less-than-angelic sight.

“It’s simple logistics,” she said to him. “If your dick gets hard, that means you’re horny too. If you’re horny, then you’ll be more amenable to certain requests from your fiancé.”

“Requests? Like what?” Aden asked, as though he didn’t already know.

“One that involves making use of that guest room Aaron just renovated…the one that’s upstairs, away from prying eyes, and well-insulated from noise.”

There it was, again. The subtlety was gone. The public persona that Layla Larone so eagerly shared with others faded, making way for a much naughtier and kinkier side.

It was a well-kept secret that few ever thought to entertain. Layla was a dirty, sex-crazed freak. She looked for any excuse to ditch her panties and get frisky, often outside the confines of a locked bedroom. She also liked to talk dirty. However, her brand of sensual rhetoric often went blunt requests. In many respects, it reflected the unique way in which she shared herself with her lovers.

“That room only has mattress and a dresser,” Aden pointed out, as though that would dissuade her.

“That’s more than enough for some midday fucking,” Layla said.

“In that case, how subtle do you want to be this time?”

“Leave that to me!”

In an instant, the sweet persona everyone knew took over briefly and she took his hand in hers. With an overly chipper demeanor, she turned back towards Aaron and Maya.

“We’ll be right back!” she said casually. “I need to call my mom about some wedding plans. Aden needs to be there if he doesn’t want her going cheap on the cake.”

“Do what you need to do, love birds,” said Maya, who barely looked away from the grill.

“Just tell her not to skimp on the meat,” added Aaron. “There’s no way I’m working with prepackaged frozen shit!”

“I’ll remind her,” said Aden, trying hard to match his love’s demeanor.

He didn’t sound the least bit convincing. He still sounded like a man with a growing boner in his pants and a beautiful woman with no panties. Neither Aaron nor Maya seemed to notice, though. They were too caught up in grilling while everyone else was having fun at the tables and bouncy house. They had no idea what was about to unfold nearby.

That only encouraged Layla, whose kinky persona took over once more. Grabbing his wrist, she led him into the house through the basement. From there, they rushed up the stairs together, the music and laughter from outside fading fast. Along the way, as Aden followed behind her, his adventurous fiancé found a new way to tempt them.

Just as they reached the top of the steps, she lifted her sun dress up just enough to see under. Sure enough, Aden saw that she hadn’t been lying. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

“No underwear at a backyard barbecue,” he commented. “It must really be spring.”

“It still isn’t official, yet,” Layla replied seductively. “Not until I’ve tasted your cock with my lips and pussy.”

“And you want to make it official now?”

“Fuck yes!” she said without hesitation.

As if to prove it, she urged him to move faster, pulling on his arm and guiding him up the last round of stairs. Now on the top floor of Aaron’s suburban house, they slipped into the guest bedroom halfway down the hall. As soon as they were inside, Layla kicked the door shut and pulled him into another embrace. However, it was very different from the one they’d shared moments ago in front of other onlookers.

She faced him and he faced her, an intense look in her eye that stood in stark contrast to the sweet aura she usually projected. She snaked his arms around his neck while he slipped his around her waist, walking with her to the undersized bed in the center of the room that didn’t even have any sheets on it.

“Look me in the eye, Aden,” Layla said intently. “Tell me what I am.”

“I think…you’re an incredible woman,” Aden said, already breathless within her grasp. “You’re willing to rent a bounce house for children on the same day you’re willing to fuck your fiancé in someone else’s house.”

“Is that all?” she asked, clearly not content with his assessment.

“You’ve also got a dirty mouth that you hide so fucking well,” he went on. “You’ll talk about treating sick children one minute and how wet your pussy is the next.”

“Is that all?” she repeated, sounding more impatient with every passing second.

“You’re also the kind of woman who loves having a hidden kinky side. You get a genuine kick out of being so sweet in public, but so wild in private. You’ll smile for the cameras. Then, you’ll whisper into my ear how much you love taking it up the ass in the shower.”

“Is…that…all?” she asked, almost demanding a specific answer at that point.

Her grip on him intensified. She also rubbed her thigh up against his crotch with more force, causing him to wince slightly as his pants grew even tighter. Layla wasn’t making it easy on him, but he understood better than most that loving her wasn’t just a blessing. It was a challenge.

“You’re also a dirty fucking slut who loves to get fucked and freely admits it with as much profanity as possible,” Aden finally said.

“You’re goddamn right!” Layla replied, already sounding like an animal in heat.

She hungrily kissed his lips, shoving her tongue into his mouth and guiding him closer to the bed. Still as impatient as ever, she grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off over his head. Then, just as they reached the foot of the bed, she pushed aside the straps of her summer dress and let it fall to the floor, revealing her fully-naked body to him.

“My God, Layla,” Aden gasped upon feeling her naked skin touch his. “You ditched the bra too?”

“Are you really that surprised?” she quipped. “You think a dirty fucking slut would wear a bra on a warm spring day with her stud fiancé?”

When she put it like that, it almost seemed absurd. Aden didn’t bother overthinking it. There was a naked Layla Larone standing before him and if she wanted to channel her naughty side, who was he to stop her?

Passion and desire took over, his own naughty side emerging from its depths. He kissed her hard, just like she liked it, which meant plenty of force and tongue. He also felt up the curves of her naked body, marveling at her smooth skin, ample breasts, and perfectly-round ass. He wasn’t gentle or soft, either. He knew Layla didn’t like it that way. He grasped and groped his way around her naked body, further intensifying her desire while furthering her own.

He could still tell she was much hornier than him. At one point, he slipped his hand between her legs and grazed his fingers up the moist slit of her pussy. It was already fully engorged. Seeing him fix that bouncy house really had gotten her horny. Men who worked, sweated, and stayed in shape over the winter were a real turn-on for her and he took pride in being that kind of man.

“Feel my tits. Feel my butt. Touch my pussy,” she gasped in between kissing. “You’re just making me hungry for your big, hard cock!”

It sounded like something right out of a porno, but Layla’s sexual intensity was far greater than any porn star. Aden learned that on their second date and she just loved reminding him.

While he thoroughly explored her naked body, she’d been hard at work, undoing his belt and loosening his pants. That hadn’t been easy, thanks to the throbbing erection she’d given him, courtesy of those dirty words she’d shared. She still managed to get him off along with his underwear. As soon as his cock popped free, the kinky side of Layla took over once more.

“Sit down,” she ordered. “I’m going to suck your dick and I’m going to suck it good!”

“You always do, my slut fiancé,” Aden said, throwing in some dirty talk of his own.

Encouraged and very much aroused, he offered no resistance as his lover plopped him down on the bed. Now sitting on the edge with his legs draped over the side, his horny fiancé dropped to her knees, doing a seductive dance of sorts, as if to show off just how naughty she could be.

“I’ve always been a good girl with naughty proclivities,” she said seductively. “I’ve always behaved myself when I had to…done all the things I was supposed to. But when the lights go off and the mood sets in, another side of me takes over…one who doesn’t mind getting naked, sucking dick, and letting her lover know what she likes.”

“Good thing I fell in love with both sides,” he remarked.

“Yes…very fucking good.”

That lurid look in her eye never waned as she knelt down, pushed his legs apart, and licked her lips in anticipation. Aden, knowing little could stop Layla when her naughty side took over, leaned back on his arms and let her go to work.

With no hesitation whatsoever, she took the proverbial plunge and devoured his cock, taking almost his entire length into her mouth. Aden let out a deep moan, savoring the feeling of her lips, tongues, and throat surrounding his manhood. Once again, Layla astonished him with her deep-throating skills. He swore she’d been born without a gag reflex.

She’d also been born without restraint when it came to sexual hang-ups. After getting that initial taste of his manly flesh, she began sucking and slurping with lustful glee. The way she went about it was more akin to a sex-crazed whore than a pure-hearted angel.

“Ohhh fuck!” Aden grunted. “So good…you suck dick so good, Layla.”

That crude, but accurate assessment encouraged her even more. In addition to having a dirty mouth, herself, she loved it when others shared in the vulgar spirit. Having had a father and uncle who served in the army, Aden had no trouble mixing profanity with passion.

He muttered more strings of lurid rhetoric as his future wife sucked his dick, watching with awe as her head bobbed up and down in accord with each motion. She was so thorough and intense, as though she were gorging on her favorite treat. It was not the technique of a woman who gave oral sex just because her lover enjoyed it. It was very much the demeanor of a woman who genuinely loved sucking dick, being sexy, and having fun in her own special way.

“Mmm…good dick,” Layla said with muffled words. “So fucking good. Making me…so fucking wet.”

She stepped up the pace of her sucking, so much so that saliva dripped messily down his shaft. She didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. She just kept at it, using one had to squeeze the base of his shaft and the other to finger her pussy. She was descending into that deep, primal mindset where higher thought ceased and basic desires reigned supreme.

Aden quickly joined her in that daze. His arms barely supported him as his manhood throbbed with arousal. Sharp sensations of bliss coursed through his body, stirring a potent blend of love and lust. Layla might have been his future wife, destined to bear his children. At that moment, though, she was just a horny bitch who needed to get fucked.

“This dick…need more of it,” Layla said, practically seething with desire as she ceased her sucking. “Please, Aden…fuck me.”

“Is that what you want?” Aden asked her, as though he had a shred of doubt.

“Yes!” she said desperately. “Please…fill me with your cock. Hump me like the whore I am!”

“Such a dirty, filthy mouth,” he laughed in response. “If that’s how much future wife is going to talk, then that’s how I’m going to fuck her!”

In that moment, Aden became a man that few would recognize outside an intimate setting. He often carried himself with such calm reserve, always staying focused and in control of himself. Few ever saw him cut loose and unleash his passions. Layla was one of the select few and the only who could inspire the full extent of his passions.

Like a man possessed, he grabbed his fiancé by the armed and pulled her up onto the bed. He then laid her down on the unmade bed, got on top of her, and hitched her legs over his shoulders. As soon as he felt the tip of his throbbing cock graze the moist folds of her wet entrance, he didn’t hesitate for a second. With a firm thrust of his hips, he entered Layla and began making love to her with the rough, heated fervor he knew she loved.

“Yes! Ooh fuck yes!” she cried out. “That’s it! Fuck me with that dick! Fuck me like a dirty skank!”

“Ohhh Layla,” was all Aden could get out.

Anything he moaned at that point was vastly muted by Layla’s profane dirty talk. No matter how many times he heard it, especially after seeing her act so sweet and kind in front of others, it inspired a special kind of passion. It affirmed, once again, just how special a woman she was. As such, she deserved whatever rough, dirty sexy she wanted.

Aden gladly and eagerly gave that to her, letting masculine instinct take over as he pumped his cock inside her like a well-oiled piston, working his hips and rocking his lover’s naked body with his. He wasn’t gentle or careful. That wasn’t how she liked it. He just hammered away, making sure the manly sinews of his body slithered seamlessly with her feminine flesh.

He even made sure she had room to show off that dirty mouth of hers, kissing down her neck and nibbling around her shoulder as their sex intensified. He knew how much Layla loved it. She loved being devoured by her lover, rather than treated like some pure flower. She’d told him how her previous lovers rarely dared to let loose and fuck her like she wanted. Aden had done more than just dare.

Every movement seemed to inspire another gasp.

Every plunge into her womanly depths evoked another vulgar proclamation of how much she loved to get fucked.

Every reaction, vulgar or not, reminded him why he’d fallen so madly in love with her.

“Layla…my love…my dirty, dirty lover,” he grunted.

“Yes! Oohhh fuck yes!” Layla moaned. “I’m such a dirty slut…a dirty, fucking slut! Keep fucking me like one! Keep…fucking me…oohhh fuck!”

She was about to climax. Aden could sense it and Layla didn’t hide it. The way she raked her nails down his back, arched her lower body, and curled her toes made it abundantly clear. The loud, orgasmic moans laced with profanity just helped reaffirm it.

“Come, my slutty fiancé. Come!” he said right into her ear.

His words were drowned out by more vulgar moans. He finally slowed the pace of their heated lovemaking, if only to give his future wife a moment to enjoy the ecstasy. It was another colorful kink for a woman few imagined could be kinky. It didn’t take much to bring Layla to orgasm. Just fucking her hard and letting her cuss like an unapologetic whore did the trick. There was no need for elaborate technique or setup. He just had to fuck her like she wanted to be fucked.

“You fuck me so good,” Layla said breathlessly.

“Of course, I do,” he told her confidently.

“Then please…let me return the favor.”

The grin on Aden’s face widened. He knew what that meant and for once, Layla didn’t need her dirty mouth to spell it out for him.

Following the passions that so defined their bawdy sex life, he withdrew from her briefly and repositioned their bodies. With burning urgency, he turned her over so that she was on her knees with her hands pressed up against the freshly-painted wall. Now facing that perfectly-shaped butt of hers, Aden licked his lips with the same lustful hunger that she’d shown before sucking his dick earlier. Still bearing a throbbing-hard cock, he got behind her and guided his flesh back into her.

However, instead of her pussy, he pressed the tip up against her ass. Then, with little warning or reservation, he thrust his hips forward and entered her anally.

“Oohhh Adan!” Layla gasped. “My ass…you’re fucking my ass!”

She said it with such glee, revealing to any who might have heard how she felt about anal sex. Nobody heard her so, as far as the rest of the world knew, Layla was still that sweet, innocent girl who never would’ve contemplated the idea. Aden was among the select few who knew how much she loved it. In fact, she loved it so much that she could enjoy it with little lube or preparation.

“So tight!” Aden grunted. “God, I love how good it feels!”

“Me too!” Layla moaned. “I love anal sex! I fucking love it!”

Encouraged and longing for his own release, Aden resumed his fervent humping. Grabbing hold of her waist, digging his knees and feet into the mattress, he hammered away into her flesh. Together, their bodies rocked, along with the bed, as he worked his member within her tight butt. He even threw in a few light swats, which always got a colorful reaction from Layla, complete with more profanity.

Aden barely heard any of those vulgar words, at that point. He was too focused on reaching his peak. He could feel it coming strong, his manly flesh burning hot with anticipation. He’d already worked up a light sweat, which seemed fitting in the muggy spring warmth. After all, the barbecue was supposed to celebrate the arrival of spring. He and Layla were just doing so in their own kinky way.

After a good round of rough sex, coupled with more sexy spankings, Aden felt himself approaching the threshold. He was almost certain that Layla came again at one point, but he was too lost in his own bliss to take note of it. He just humping and pumping away at his love’s ass, savoring her angelic beauty as much as her devious verbiage. She always did her part, bucking her hips and rocking her body in accord with his, building up towards that special feeling where lovemaking and hard fucking became the same thing.

Soon, Aden was ready to peak, all the ravenous, profanity-laced sex about to culminate. As he approached, he leaned over, transferred his grip to her swaying breasts, and whispered into his kinky lover’s ear.

“I’m coming, Layla,” he said in a low, heavily masculine tone. “I’m coming in your ass…my future wife.”

“Come, future husband,” Layla playfully replied. “Fill my ass with your cum!”

That last round of dirty talk helped send him over the edge. After a few more thorough motions, he achieved his climax. White hot sensations surged through his body. His expression tensed, along with almost every muscle in his face as he released his load into her depths. His dick throbbed and her inner muscles clenched, milking him for every last drop. It was an intense feeling, full of that special brand of intimacy that he and Layla had forged together.

It was not a typical intimacy, by any measure. It was also not an intimacy anyone would’ve believed. Layla was just too sweet and such passion seemed too dirty. That didn’t make it any less meaningful. If anything, that made it special.

“I love you…my dirty fucking fiancé,” Aden said as he withdrew from her, but kept her in his naked embrace.

“I love you too,” she replied, “my handsome fucking stud.”

“And I love how you manage that filthy mouth of yours,” he added with a coy grin.

“Ha! You think this is me managing it?” she scoffed. “If so, then you’re in for a real shock on our honeymoon!”

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May 31, 2019 · 12:07 am

Daily Sexy Musing: Early Morning Loving

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When people contemplate the perfect time to make love, they rarely single out early morning hours. More often than not, the morning is the time for afterglow. It’s the time when you and your lover relax, reflect, and enjoy the memories of the love you’d made the night before. I completely respect and appreciate that approach. It can definitely work.

However, I am a morning person. I feel like that’s an increasingly rare personality type these days. When I tell people I’m a morning person, they look at me as though I just told them I have a pet dragon in the trunk of my car. I don’t deny that it’s difficult to be a morning person. If it weren’t, the coffee industry wouldn’t be a $74 billion a year industry.

It’s still possible and I know this from personal experience. My ex-girlfriend in college was the same. I can even attest that we were at our most affectionate in the early hours of the morning. That was when we had the most energy and drive. I like to think we made good use of it. I hope others do the same.

I imagine the majority of people reading this don’t consider themselves morning people. Those that are appreciate that unique feeling that comes with becoming fully awake and feeling so focused that you can do anything with your day. When you’ve got a lover who’s wired the same way, things can get pretty sexy. This Daily Sexy Musing offers some intimate insights into this increasingly unique mentality. Enjoy!

The sun rises.

The alarm sounds.

Our spirits awaken.

Our bodies follow suit.

My day begins on the highest of notes. I open my eyes and you’re the first thing I see. Mere hours ago, we crawled under the sheets, tired and drained from the previous day. We had the passion, but not the energy to express our love. Now, as the light from the sunrise creeps through the window, a spark ignites.

I lean in and kiss you.

You cuddle up to me and kiss back.

Our naked skin makes contact.

We arouse one another for the day that awaits.

There’s no need for an elaborate journey. Fancy clothes, excessive makeup, and expensive activities are an afterthought. We’re already at the finish line. What we seek is already within our grasp. We’ll never be as alert or energized as we are right now. Why not make the most of it?

The warm light, the crisp air, and our disheveled disposition gives us all the right incentives. While others battle restlessness and dismay, we lay a strong, passionate foundation for our day. It may start with a kiss and an embrace, but that’s not where it stops. We dare to make that foundation stronger.

The warmth from the sun spreads.

The sheets of our bed ruffle.

The touch of our bodies intensifies.

The sinews enmesh in a glorious celebration.

What others see as a culmination for a day, we see as an inspiration. Whereas the morning brings dread for some, we use its refreshing spirit to forge our own path. Already, we are ahead of the game. We’ve savored our desert before we’ve had our first meal. We made waking up the best part of our day. Everything else can only make it better.

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May 30, 2019 · 9:25 am

My Advice To The Class Of 2019

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This is a wonderful time of year. It’s not just because the summer heat is rolling in, the pools are opening, and ice cream is even more refreshing. For a select handful of young people, it’s the finish line that once seemed so far. At long last, graduation day has arrived. High school is ending. The last pit stop on your way to adulthood is finally behind you.

I know those in college are just as excited, but I would argue that high school graduation is more meaningful. For many kids in their late teens, it’s the first major milestones of their adult life. Finally, the legally required schooling and the rigid structure surrounding it has been fulfilled. Now, they can finally make their own choices about their future.

It’s exciting, scary, nerve-racking, and overwhelming, even for those who have fond memories of high school. I consider those people lucky. I certainly wasn’t one of them. I’ve gone on record as saying that I hated high school. It seems like the older I get, the more reasons I find to justify that hatred.

Some of that experience was my fault. I was an all-around miserable teenager, for the most part. It’s not just that I’m terrible at standardized tests and endured more than a few awkward moments. For me, the entire high school experience felt like one big personal setback. What I learned didn’t feel useful. The skills I really needed were never offered or emphasized.

I suspect others, including a few about to graduate, feel the same way. They’re probably the most eager to put high school behind them and nobody would blame them. To them, I can only offer reassurance and confidence.

It will get better. I know that sounds like bumper sticker philosophy, but it’s true. Life after high school, however miserable it might have been, does get better. Sometimes, it gets better the second after graduation because everything afterwards feels like an improvement. You still have to put in the effort, but it’s definitely worth doing. I can personally attest to that.

However, I don’t just want to speak to those who hated high school, nor do I want to overlook those who had it far worse than me. To those who thrived, grew, and matured over the course of their formative years, this is for you too. To everyone who navigated this strange and chaotic time of their youth, I’d like to offer my perspective and it can be summed up in one simple statement.

The world is an amazing place and you haven’t experienced a fraction of it.

That’s not a criticism. It’s not meant to undercut everything you’ve learned in during your high school education, either. I tell you this to remind you that you’re still young. You’ve been on this ever-evolving world for less than two decades. Look how much has changed in that brief span of time. Can you begin to imagine how much it’ll change two decades from now?

You’re part of that change. It won’t just happen around you. It’ll happen through you. You’re not just kids anymore. By the letter of the law and by the growth you’ve had to this point, you are young adults. You will have a say in how this change manifests. It may not be as large or as small as you prefer, but you will have an influence. At this critical junction of your lives, that’s worth celebrating.

Now, you’re going to hear all sorts of uplifting and encouraging messages in the coming weeks. You’ll also hear a few that are cynical and jaded. At this very moment, you can find excuses to believe that the world is going to Hell and it’s dragging you along for the ride. You can just as easily find excuses to believe the world is getting better and you’ll be among the beneficiaries.

There’s enough information out there to justify any opinion. I’m not going to tell you which you should embrace, but I will urge you to choose your attitude wisely. If you learn nothing else from the encouragements and platitudes of graduation, I hope you learn this. Your choices matter and so does your attitude. It will depend on how you experience the world moving forward.

Make no mistake. There’s a lot to experience. Whether you’re going to college, pursuing a trade, joining the military, or entering the workforce, you have an vast world before you. That world is going to challenge you. At times, it’s going to hurt. You’re going to feel offended, angry, and lost. It’s unavoidable in a world that’s so chaotic, unfair, and complex.

At the same time, it’s full of excitement, wonder, and mystery. Your understanding of the world right now will change and grow immensely in the coming years. You’ll realize how wrong you were about some things and how right you were about others. In the process, you’ll see just how much more there is to experience.

It’ll change you.

It’ll inspire you.

It’ll excite you.

Every generation likes to believe that theirs is the most important in history. While it may seem self-serving, it’s not entirely wrong. That’s because your generation is here. You’re alive now during these incredible times. You’re about to venture into this amazing world in search of your own experiences. That makes your lives, your choices, and your futures all the more impactful.

There’s only so much anyone can offer in terms of advice that every graduating senior can use. My high school experience was unique, as was all of yours. Even if you forget your ability to pass a standardized test or finish an essay at two in the morning, there are some lessons from high school that are worth carrying forward.

For one, don’t limit your perspective. Never assume you or anyone around you has all the answers. Few things in this world adhere to expectations or ideals. There will always be insights, surprises, and revelations that shatter your pre-conceived notions.

Second, embrace the bigger, scarier world before you and its flaws. Your limited life experiences make everything seem daunting. At times, you’ll want to run and hide from it. I encourage you to be bold and run towards it. With the inescapable bad comes the incredibly good. It’s worth experiencing and it’ll show you who you really are.

Finally, don’t feel like you have to go it alone. In the grand scheme of things, it’s easy to feel small. It’s also easy to feel like you have to chart your own path and relying on others is a crutch. I promise you that notion is false. Other people aren’t a liability. They’re a strength that you can and should channel, wherever your lives take you.

We’re all in this together. Young or old, we all inhabit the same world. We all work, struggle, and connect to find our place in it. I like to think I’ve forged an interesting, but meaningful path in my journey. Yes, there are things I wish I had done differently. No, I don’t agonize over them, nor should you.

All that said, I welcome you, the graduating class of 2019, into this amazing world. Today, you’ve taken the first step in a much larger journey. I can’t promise you much, but I will say this. It’s a journey worth taking.

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May 29, 2019 · 7:50 am

Jack Fisher’s Weekly Quick Pick Comic: X-23 #12

Every week brings a new glut of comics and the world is a better place because of it. As someone who spends a sizable chunk of his time discussing unpleasant topics, it helps balance a lot of things out. I know the world is a messed up place. I survived high school and I watch the news. I understand the value of all things good, pure, and awesome.

When it comes to delivering on all three regularly, Laura “X-23” Kinney is more dependable than most. Ever since her debut on the “X-Men Evolution” cartoon in the early 2000s, she has found a way to endear herself to X-Men fans of all types. Her status as Logan’s most iconic offspring was further cemented in “Logan” and the past several years of comics have run with it.

Laura is now much more than just Wolverine’s clone/daughter. She has forged her own path and created her own identity. She’s not just Wolverine as a teenage girl, but her world is every bit as brutal. She has had to claw, stab, and snarl her way through hordes of terrible people who still think it’s a good idea to create a living weapon with the same volatile temper as Wolverine.

Along that journey, Laura’s story has had many turning points, some more tragic than others. “X-23 #12” marks another turning point that leaves Laura in a difficult, but intriguing spot. It’s not as tragic as other events in her life, but it definitely leaves her with a wounded heart that those who have followed her story in recent years will feel.

Writer, Mariko Tamaki, has been building towards this moment for the past several issues. When this series began, Laura was definitely on the same page as her fellow clone/sister, Gabby “Honey Badger” Kinney. I’ve done plenty to praise Gabby in the past and since her debut in the pages of “All-New Wolverine,” she has been an objective good in Laura’s life.

Part of that good stems from them being on the same page for much of their struggles. They’re both byproducts of secretive organizations trying to use Wolverine’s DNA to make living weapons. It already cost Gabby multiple sisters and nearly broke Laura. They have many reasons to keep fighting these organizations.

“X-23 #12” establishes that these organizations are still out there and they’re still doing crazy things with Wolverine’s DNA. In this instance, they actually use it to make turkeys with a healing factor. I swear I’m not making that up and it’s as amazing as it sounds. However, the inherent strangeness of healing turkeys is only secondary, if you can believe that.

This whole issue is less about Gabby’s love of adorable animals and more about how they’re no longer on the same page. It’s something Laura has spent the past couple issues struggling with and it finally culminates in “X-23 #12.”

It’s not as bloody or destructive as some turning points are for anyone associated with Wolverine. Yes, a train does explode, but that’s pedestrian by Wolverine standards. The real volatility is in how Laura and Gabby’s path diverge.

Tamaki plays up the family dynamic to the utmost. These aren’t just X-Men who act like a family. They are family and families often fight. In this case, it’s not a matter of a simple disagreement or a costly mistake. This fight reveals that Laura and Gabby see the world in a very different way.

Some of it has to do with age. Laura has seen more tragedy and carnage than Gabby. She’s older and more hardened to the world of all things Wolverine. She has been fighting these battles long enough to know that there are times when she can’t avoid tragedy. Innocence will be lost. Pain, suffering, and injustice will win out.

Laura has had enough Wolverine experience to know when she’s in one of these situations. The past few issues have put her in more than one. Gabby, as adorable as she is, hasn’t experienced the same hardships to know when a battle is truly lost. She still tries to save everyone. She even tries to do it with an adorable smile and a pet wolverine.

It makes for a difficult situation because it’s easy to root for both of them. It’s easy to understand why Laura makes the difficult decisions that she does. She knows when a situation can only be resolved with claws. It often leads to tragedy, which is very much a Wolverine tradition. It’s just as easy to root for Gabby when she tries to salvage all the good from an impossibly bad situation.

It’s the kind of family conflict in which neither side is wrong or right. “X-23 #12” simply marks the point where they can’t side with one another anymore. For a family that has endured so much, it’s a sad, but understandable development.

The story of Laura, Gabby, and Wolverine is full of both drama and violence. “X-23 #12” certainly has plenty of that. The presence of mutant turkeys certainly makes it unique, but it’s the drama that really shines here. Tamaki has been building towards this moment for several issues and even though the outcome wasn’t surprising, it still carries plenty of dramatic weight.

The respective lives of Laura and Gabby are fundamentally different after “X-23 #12.” They still have plenty of battles to fight, but they’re no longer in it together. They’re still family, but they’re going their separate paths. Like Logan has often done throughout his history, they strike out on their own and try to do their own thing. Sometimes it works. More often than not, it leads them into more trouble.

That’s the essence of Wolverine and the larger Wolverine family. They keep fighting their own battles, making tough calls along the way, and often putting themselves at odds with those closest to them. Laura made one of those calls and even if it was the right one, it’s not an approach Gabby can be a part of.

“X-23 #12” is a bittersweet end to Tamaki’s run on this series and the artwork by Deigo Olortegui helps make these powerful moments colorful. The future of the X-Men comics are already subject to some major upheavals. If nothing else, “X-23 #12” ensures that Wolverine’s family will still have plenty of drama to explore.

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May 28, 2019 · 6:28 am

Daily Sexy Musing: Dirty Loving

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Love is sweet, but sex is dirty. That’s one of the first things you notice when you start consuming romantic media. Even though society has become more sex positive in recent years, there’s no avoiding generations of innuendo and connotations that links sex with all things dirty. Even some aspects of love get caught up in that comparison.

It can be frustrating, and even a little annoying, to see such Puritanical themes in romance, but there are also times when it feels fitting. When you get right down to it, the sexy moments we share with our lovers are objectively dirty. There’s nudity, touching, kissing, and the swapping of various body fluids. It doesn’t always happen on a warm bed with clean bed sheets, either.

There are times when getting dirty is exactly what a moment needs to gain that extra-sexy aura. Sure, there’s plenty of appeal to getting frisky with your lover in the Presidential Suite of a Four Seasons hotel on a private island in the Caribbean. There’s also some appeal to slipping into a dark, dirty broom closet that smells like bleach and dust to get intimate.

It speaks to just how flexible, imaginative, and kinky we can be in exercising our sexy side. That process often requires that we shed the clean, refined traditions we assume are so vital and channel our nasty side. It takes many forms and can make for some incredibly hot moments. This Daily Sexy Musing is my personal dive into those dirty, filthy, disgusting moments that we still love. Enjoy!

The air is muggy.

The floor is dirty.

The lighting is poor.

The mood is tense.

Everything around us so unkempt, devoid of polish or refinement. It’s like the wildness has invaded our domain and won handily, reverting our civilized structures to decrepit relics. To anyone else, it’s the least desirable domain. For us, it is the ultimate destination.

Here, we need not be formal.

Here, we need not be elaborate.

Here, we need not be dignified.

Beneath our clean clothes and groomed flesh, we are the same animals that once rolled around in filth, unashamed and unafraid. No amount of soap, polish, or refinement can wash away our primal nature. Nothing can be done to silence that urge to just throw it all away and run towards the dirtiness.

I take your hand, sweaty and unwashed. We shed all fear and reservation of all things unclean. Sweat, saliva, and grime no longer repulse us. Instead, we savor the unrefined feeling, tapping into instincts long hidden. This filthy domain tried to dissuade us. Instead, we make it our own.

Every kiss is messy and sloppy.

Every touch is unguided and unabashed.

Every sound is raw and animalistic.

The dirt becomes our bed and the dank air becomes our blanket. Free and untamed, we smother each other in our own filth. I taste your truest self and you taste mine. Like unrefined sweets, it confounds our senses, but exhilarates our passions.

Inspired by unclean thoughts and actions, we let the filth collect on our flesh. What takes us such time and effort to clean is sullied so quickly and with great ease. There’s no need to be careful or restrained.

You want our love to get raw.

You want our bodies to messy.

I answer your filthy desires.

I proceed to dirty you from head to toe.

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May 27, 2019 · 8:19 am

A Salute To The Troops For Memorial Day 2019

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To everyone out there enjoying the first holiday of the summer, Happy Memorial Day.

To anyone out there who is currently serving in the military and their families, on behalf of those you protect and serve, I sincerely thank you. You’re the reason we can have a holiday like Memorial Day. Your commitment to duty and sacrifice is worthy of the highest honor.

Now, I never served in the military. However, there are many close relatives in my family who have. Some served in World War II. A few served in Vietnam. Others are still enlisted and serve various roles throughout the armed forces. I also have friends I know have served in Iraq and Afghanistan. I’ve seen first-hand what it takes to serve one’s country.

I’ve also seen the toll it takes on the men and women who make so many sacrifices for their country and their family. It’s hard to overstate the effects that combat take on people. Many struggle and need assistance. If you can, I strongly encourage everyone to donate to organizations like the Wounded Warrior Project or the Purple Heart Foundation.

Today is one of those days where it’s worth remembering what our soldiers have done for us and how much they continue to do. Many have made the ultimate sacrifice. Many continue to put their lives on the line every day. Today, keep them in your thoughts as you celebrate this day. We can never undo the horrors of war, but we can certainly honor those who fight for us.

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