Sith Creed

"Peace is a lie. There is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken."
-the Sith Creed

15 September 2018

Good luck driving, Pothole Boy!!!

It was my senior year of high school. All I decided to take driver's ed as an elective. I had lucked out and got the first class of the day as far as scheduling. The first half of the year we studied the rules of the road and such.
During that year there were a string of bad weather events that pushed our use of the school trainer car. By the time we were able to use the car, my class was first. And coincidentally, I was the first student to take the car out.
This was literally my first time ever driving. Just like in the movies and tv shows. I'm nervous the whole way. I hadn't practiced at home because I made up excuses. On the first day, I'm thinking we are just driving around the parking lot with a bunch of cones. Nope. Coach says "we're driving on the road, today." My heart stopped a bit. And the nervousness went up higher. (Especially when my driver's ed teacher was a hottie.)
As the first class and the first set of students to get on the road (there were about three other 3 person teams after us, we were lucky enough to have the lunch rush that leads directly into Ft. Stewart. Traffic was everywhere.
As I pulled on to the street, I may have scuffed one of the tires onto the curb. Nothing to really fret about. I drive a total of 1/4th a mile towards Ft. Stewart. At that time, there was this huge pothole directly in the apex of the road bending to the left. Huge. Largest pothole in all of Hinesville. Very famous pothole because everyone knew about it. Coach even reminded me of it when we headed in the direction of base.
I'm nearing the pothole and start to drift to the far left side of the lane to begin my dodge. Coach says something about not going into the other lane and leans over. I watch him grab the steering wheel. My reaction told me to release my grip from the wheel. Coach was expecting me to still hold on to the wheel as he corrected my course. Nevertheless, the car at 35mph takes the pothole head on. Front passenger tire blows instantly. I guide us over on the side of the road. I have a mini argument with Coach on whose fault it was ending with him changing a flat tire and us students walking back to school. It sucked. We waited so long to drive the car and now it was broken down.
We all know that high school aged children are fucking demons.
Once we got back to the classroom, I had to explain to everyone what happened. Of course everyone was mad. It was the one thing we were looking forward to all semester; and I ruined it. I got picked on for the rest of the day, ha ha ha.
But a week goes by. Everyone is very anxious and disturbed. Why is the driver's ed car broken for a week? It was only a flat tire. What else was there to fix?
The true victim of this story is the Driver's Ed car. After two weeks go by, Coach explains to all the classes that the car has been put out of commission for the rest of the school year. The front tire blew instantly because of the impact with the side of the pothole which also bent the rim to the point of not accepting new tires. The rear passenger tire was discovered to have a bent rim as well causing a slow leak. The rear tire's malady wasn't discovered until they tried to take the car back on the road after the first week.
That year everyone who enrolled in driver's ed passed driver's ed class without driving the car once. The only road time that car experienced was the 1/4 mile sprint towards base.
So there you have it, the reason I had the nickname Pothole Boy in school.

Kids are mean.

20 August 2018

So... Bellvue

The other day I was chatting with a friend and we were goofing off about daydrinking in New York City. My response was "As long as I don't end up in Bellevue again". She was baffled by this. I thought I had told her this story. To the point that I searched throughout this blog to see if I had told the story and it happens that I didn't. I will apologize. Because this is one of those anecdotes that one tells to display ones mettle or self-defense or something powerful and inspirational. And waking up handcuffed to a hospital bed is not a usual way to wake up in the NYC.

One May day in 2013, I was visiting a friend in NYC. He gave me keys to his apartment and I was given free reign. It was my second day in the big city. I was going from restaurant to restaurant seeing the sites. It got to the point where I didn't know to much else to do in the Big City. So, I went on Grindr to look for someone to show me to all the gay spots. From there me and this hot ginger went all over the place going to different bars and such. With our night ending at a Greek restaurant where we ate a lot of food and drank a LOT of Ouzo.
From there it gets a bit hazy...

I remember walking back to my buddy's house (or at least en route). I stopped because I was listening to a song on my iPod and a song caught me right in the drunken feels. I practically collapse into tears. And once I got my composure I was surrounded by what looked to be spirits/ghosts. I must have been hallucinating because I started firing an imaginary bow and arrow to ward them off.

Unbeknownst to me, some passerby saw me going through my crying fit and called the cops or the ambulance on me because the spirits turned into a bunch of cops who had me surrounded. One of them tackles me to the ground (which I remember congratulating him on because I was a rugby player at the time).

Fast forward: I wake up handcuffed to a hospital bed. I'm super hungover. Hungover to the point of my mouth is dry, bright lights annoy me and sound is painful. And I didn't want to fuss with people. And that is what I had to do on this fine Sunday morning. Especially with the owner of the handcuffs walking towards me as he noticed that I am awake.
I was taken to the head to urinate and then taken to this room with a single light. I was sat down at a table and this squeaky little lady sat down across from me. She identifies herself as a psychologist and hands me a toxicology report which states I was at a .095 BAC (which is the highest I've seen it) and there were no traces of date rape drug in my system.
She opens a small folder and proceeds to reads off a list of things I did after the spectacular rugby tackle:
     1) forced the officers post tackle to call my mom to let her know that I am ok
     2) tried multiple times biting the EMT that took me
     3) hit on/flirted with everyone
     4) claimed that my necklace held magical powers and refused to let anyone take it off
     5) tried twice to "Hulk" out of my restraints (reason for the handcuffing)
     6) spoke in 5 different languages asking for a beer
     7) sang a lullaby and fell asleep
As this lady is reading off these incidents I'm flash backing pretty hard and realize "wow, I drank a lot". To which she adds, "you are in the psych ward of Bellevue Hospital" and in the back of my mind I heard a check fall into a box. This is the story of all stories.



I'm very sorry for not sharing this sooner. It's a big fish kind of story where I tell it at parties or at the bar to impress a group of people or tell a story to make others laugh.

Tell me what you think in the comments below. And if you want me to write me stuff like this and more let me know. I don't mind telling a story or two.

11 July 2018

May I look upon my soul and my shadow.

Today I was asked an interesting question on my Ask.fm.

The question:
Many professors can’t explain whether soul exists as such, and if it exists, then what is it and where is it located. Do you think there is a soul and if so, where is it located?

My answser: 
To begin, I am neither Atheist nor do I follow a particular faith. I am a person of science. With that being said, the soul is a being made of divine magic. In the realm of science, it doesn’t exist. In the realm of religions and clerical thought, it is the embodiment of what makes humans human, as a species unlike animals. Every religion has an explanation of the soul, which at the basic core is a moral barometer of guidance in the afterlife. Furthermore, since the dawn of man religion has been a way for man to explain the world around him to which he didn’t understand. The soul gave the village elders and clerics the power to say who was good and evil. A body with a tarnished soul would have lesions and disease whereas a person with a good soul will be without flaw, full of life and fertile. The soul is used as a coping mechanism for those in grief. It’s a much easier pill to swallow when your loved one who has passed away can “live for all eternity”. The soul has been associated with spirits and considered a spirit in some religions. 

I strongly urge people to take up a mantle of faith. I’m not religious nor do I like to partake in tribal traditions. I enjoy the symbolism associated. For instance, my tattoos are all Egyptian. I have an inscription from the Book of Dead that reads “May I look upon my soul and my shadow”. Another inscription that I enjoy is “Body to earth, Soul to heaven”. By way of science, a soul can’t exist; once it is found, tested, measured, observed and put through every facet of the scientific method, then it can exist. By way of faith, my soul is like that of the Egyptian faith. The soul is located within the sun, which if a person looks directly at it  (the sun or their soul) they will go blind. 

14 May 2018

Who is Pup Bacon and Why?

A few weeks back I was in Manchester and decided that would be a good chance for me to fully explore my Pup side. "Wruff! pic.twitter.com/mc7pgzTW7x— Osiris (@OsirisBladeXXX) April 25, 2018" I fully enjoyed myself. I met other pups and a few handlers; swapped stories and the like.

This one handler stopped me one night and treated me as if I was a full on pup, or pup headspace, if you will. I wasn't and figured "ok, I'll take the bait". He took me to a dark corner of the bar and got me kinda naked. (I say kinda because, well, you see in the photo what I wore...) He began to rub my body and do small simple tricks like "shake", "kiss" and "sit". It was fun for a bit until I wanted some more beer. As a dog owner, I never give/gave my pets alcohol. So I tried to take my hood off and get some more beer; the guy stops me and goes to get more. By this point I'm out of the proper headspace and just tell him how it is. But he didn't understand, so I told him I was going to walk around and meet and greet and have fun like I planned. I then asked if he wanted to go for a beer and chat in a non-club music venue. He agreed.

The next time we met, I told him about my time in the Marines and how it changed my life. I explained to him about the importance of being a Marine and the correlation with my choice to become a Pup. I used the term "Devil Dog". It is a nickname the Marine Corps supposedly earned during WWI at the Battle of Belleau Wood. Even after telling him the history of the nickname, I didn't think he still understood. Maybe because he was still in the Dom/Sub mindset that is a large part of the HumanDog fetish play. And I get it. I'm here to deny what it is, nor shame it.

Every time I don that pup hood, I'm telling everyone that I fought for my rights. *chuckles* I always found it funny about most people who thank me for my service. My response: It was for selfish means, so you have nothing to thank me for. That never really made sense until I said that my rights are the ones I fought for while sitting in Iraq and Afghanistan.

I paid the cost to live in America as an openly gay Black American.

10 May 2018

The Mirror, It's black!!

So it's been a wild and eventful time. Usually I put thoughts like this down on cerebellum and let the booze and THC wipe my memory clean the next day. But this time... this time...
Not sure where to begin or how to start...
Know what? I will tackle this in the morning give me a fresh start. A new day... A new way? I don't know I'm literally free writing after a pint ...er 12oz of Weyerbacher Blithering Idiot.
I laugh to myself because this was supposed to be a different post. A post made at this time but in a different dimension. A different timeline. A different path of whatever. Not sure what to do when I come across a patch of [cloud of thought] or *mechanical* "processing thought" or 56k modem sound *laughs*
Overall, I want to write more and more often. I was asked recently to guest write on someone else's blog. And I think to myself but "what about those who read mine?"

If you read this, leave a comment. I am fueled by responses and commentary. I love to write but that is not possible if I am not read.

28 April 2018

First morning back

I just woke up.
In my bed, in the beginning process of procrastination of unpacking. I have so much to review and upload and prepare. This is going to be a very busy weekend for me as I prepare for next week.
I am very grateful for my trip to the UK. I am excited to try and go back later this year for Manchester Pride.
But for now, I must prepare.

25 April 2018

Summary of my Week in Manchester

First of all, Manchester Rubber Weekend 9 was a grand success! I got to meet so many hot guys and had sex with them. 😍 I haven't had that much fun in a long time. The weather was also very nice and warm compared to what it usually is this time of year. And the pups were out in full form, loved it! Three pups specifically made my night wonderful... They know who they are.

Monday, the weather returned to its regularly scheduled forecast of cold and wet. I managed to be able to survive. I was able to meet with another pup who invited me to go to a gaming night at a restaurant/bar called The Wharf. Played a zombie themed game called Dead of Winter. It was quite fun.

Yesterday, I was able to meet with and play around with the popular Frankie Batman. That was a dream come true. More of that is on my Twitter. Tuesday night, however, I was invited to a bar called Kiki by Whiplash, a wonderful fetish drag queen with a marvelous sense of humor.

Yesterday evening, I went and hung out in Hazel Grove a quiet suburb of Manchester. I was spending time with two other pups I met. They showed me around and treated me to some fish and chips from a local chip shop. Sweetest guys I could ever meet. I can't wait to come back and see them again.

Today, I went and roamed around Manchester more. This time I focused on going to the universities and getting any information about studying for a semester or two here. I figure it would be a welcome change to what I am used to and I can spend more time here with some amazing people.

19 April 2018

Back into it

It's been a while. Haven't really had the chance for a grand adventure till now. I'm an hour early for my flight heading to Manchester, UK.
Growing up as a military kid, I was lucky to visit a good number of central European countries. The UK, Italy, Spain and Greece were high on my list. As a kid my family were not able to fit travel to all the countries and I vowed to visit those four on my own. Today is the beginning of a dream come true. I'm extremely excited for this trip.
So here's to a week of exploring a few more parts of home.