a_strange_treat

Hi Chums:

I'm working on an erotic poem about caged hamsters. My friend Magdalena and I were talking poetry and the subject turned to her two female hamsters who were in heat. This condition lasts 4 or 5 days, which they spend trying to escape and find love. It actually seems quite sad, and I would be very tempted to let them go. But I doubt they would last long on their own, and I doubt there are many wild male hamsters out in the world for them to settle down with. I encouraged her to get a couple of man-hamsters and give them some peace. We shall see how the wheel of fate terms for these poor, dear, randy beasts.
Anyway, the two subjects, poetry and horny rodents, became intermingled, and here I remain. Writing about sexually frustrated hamsters.
So far this is what I have:

Throbbing against my glass prison
With the blistering heat beneath my skin,
I sense the beast can cool this flame

Just three little lines so far, but I will keep ye posted.

My youngest, Juliana, got in the car after school today and burst into tears. She started to cry out that she hates her life. She's 6-years-old. She shouldn't have any concept of what it means to hate life. She was too young to articulate why she felt this way. I just held her close and told her it would be all right. After a while, it passed. Thing is ... I don't know if it will be all right, and I don't know what to say to her or her sister. I don't know how to give these children back their innocence, the security and joy they had before their mother's new husband abused them. I do the best I can, but there's no instruction manual for this sort of thing. I don't know if I am making the right decisions or saying the right things, or if what I do and say can even make an impact
I just realized that I am unburthening myself on a Website to for the most part, for now anyway, strangers. So very presumptious of me. Still, selfish as it is, I indulge in it. It's very therapeutic. There is really no one I can talk to about any of this. Dating for me is difficult at best. My girls need me to be here, with them. And with all the chaos and drama, I think it would be unfair to bring someone else into my life, no matter how very much I want to. It is a curious phenonema, is it not? That the visiting of what obstenibly is a "porn site" leads to a discussion like this, or the many others on the members home pages, or the groups. It is so ... unexpected.
Perhaps I should lighten matters up, I have a 23-inch-head.
My friends, co-workers and swashbuckling crew on the good pirate ship "Chicken of the Sea," (someday I'll have to explain what all that means I suppose.) decided on a lark to measure our heads. Mine was the largest. (I suppose I should tell you I am quite large.) My dear friend, the Lusty Aquabeast, also known as Tara, has the smallest on record at 21 inches, measured around the skull at forehead level.
I also asked my boss if we could have a live badger in the work place, and she must not have been listening, because she agreed. I now call her Badger Momma. It was her birthday today, and we had pie.

Also, Nightraine has opted to join my budding band of SG Online Chums. Thank you Nightraine. Please accept this monkey as a token of my affection and esteem.