Thoreau says:

” In human intercourse the tragedy begins,
not when there is misunderstanding about words,
but when silence is not understood.”


Pillow Talk

this one’s
mildly NFSW.

of course,
stands for:
Not For Sure What ‘ )

I was shuffling
through some of
my old antique
postcards today….

My philosophy is
that there’s no
sense collecting
anything if
you’re not
willing to share it.

I pulled out
a couple of antique
Lovelight” cards
from around 1910,
which were pretty
unique… even for
their time.

That’s considering
the fact only about
6% of the homes
in the United States
had electric lights
at the time.

These cards make me
want to try and imagine
just how romantic
and sexy spooning,
kissing ( and other
stuff, of course )
in the light of a
10-watt Edison bulb
must have seemed
to people then.

I also came across
a lovely card from
the 1960’s with a
poem by Anne Sexton —

“Put your mouthful
of words away

and come with me
to watch the lilies open
in such a field,
growing there like yachts,
slowly steering their petals
without nurses or clocks.”

Mind you…

Not that a beautiful verse
like that has anything
to do with our post today,a

( perish the thought )

……other than the fact
that I came across it,
as I was thinking
about coming up
with some
innovative way
of combining
some of my
beloved old
postcards with
my crappy old blog.




Since I’m obviously
all out of innovative…..

I think maybe I will
wax badly poetic
for this post.


… it’s either a
serious case
of an overheated
medulla oblongata
from the passion
in these old cards,

Or I definitely can feel
a poem coming on………..

There wuz a young girl
from Pawtucket….

No, wait……

……… not THAT one.

How about
this one 


Lie still whilea
I tell you

The gist of
what is true

And tho it makes
me a cheater

I’m going to
change the metre


So much
has changed
o’er all these years,
to hear the facts,
ye must lend
yer ears,
’tis true, it is
such simple text
that so much
of life
comes down
to sex


Sex is such
a wonderful thing
In the summer,
fall and spring
No wonder
it’s so pop
Choose bottom,
middle or top 


Such it was in 2
olden days,
that women
oughtn’t act in ways
to smoke or drink
or cuss or swear
she oughtn’t even
let down her hair

* aa

‘Course now those
rules are dumped
(for her)

She can even
dress up like
Lily Mun- (ster)

Her legs and chest
she need not cover

She can even
have a furry lover



bearIt’s alright, ’cause
we don’t care
After all, he’s smarter
than the average bear
If confused you be
o’er what
love requires
Remember only
you can prevent
forest fires


What men want
is easy to tell
It’s been the same
since Eden fell
Info on what
women want
is scanty
Since they invented
elastic for their panty


bonheurSkimpy outfits
grab your eye
Come on looks
that make
you try

What she’ll do
and what
she don’t

You might
find out
later that
she just won’t .


bettie_pageSex in pop music,
sex in modern art
Porn for the young,
viagra for old farts
Every where you go,
sex is the rage
Every school
boy knows-
that’s Betty Page!


Sex is easy to find,
don’t wink
or smirk
Hey- what
about that
pretty girl at work?
Careful though-
don’t make
that pass
Unless yer certain
that she wants
yer ass


Cause sexy as vegasbaby
she was when hired
She sure as shit
can get you fired
And tho Las Vegas
was once real nice
It now is NOT
the place for Vice


If you wanna
get wilder than
you used to be
You always
got S&M
and B&D
But I’d watch out,
before you bite
Cause she’s crazy,
that Mistress
Snow White


I don’t complain z116414071
I’m not INSANE
I think sex
is really Jake
And like the
Beatles said:
The love you take
is equal to the
love you make.


PS: Yeah, I know
it sucks as a poem.
Hey- I never said
I was Walt Whitman! 


Cheers !

Lulu And Leander


This unusual postcard
was one in
a series of cards
issued around 1906 —

It was called a “Magic Postcard”,
and it was heat activated —

the instructions on the card read:

 “run a hot flat iron leander
over the back of these postcards 
or hold
them over a gas jet,
or a lamp, or
a burning match

(but be careful not
to set them on fire)
—and see what happens”.

if you were successful
in not starting
an unintentional
conflagration ——

— on the top card,
called “Where’s Leander?”
you could see a jealous
husband having a
bit of a tantrum —

and on the second card,
“What is the cause
of Leander’s anger?”

while you can clearly see
that same jealous husband
on the left —

he would be suddenly
accompanied by a
rather affectionatecouch
older man, and the
same only-a-bit-reticent
young lady kissing
(in red)
on the right of the card,
— as it was heated.

The ‘invisible’ ink
that was usedlululeander
has absorbed
light and dust
over the years,
making the ‘secret image’
much more easy
for US to see.

Which is good,
because I have no ideahowarth
whether heating your
computer screen
would have had
the same effect.

I’m thinking probably not.

The creator was
an American artisttrials
by the name of
Franklin Morris Howarth
(1855-1908), who did illustrations for
popular publications like:
and Life Magazines.

The characters in greeneyed
these cards are from
his 1900’s cartoon strip
called “Lulu and Leander” .

the plot of the comic
was thus:

The lovely doe-eyed
Edwardian lady in
question, Lulu,
seemed to have had
several admirers
in her social circle,
which would upset
the husband Leander
to no end.

In particular,
Leander disliked a
young man namedcharleyonthespot
Charley Onthespot,
who always seemed
to be conveniently
present whenever
Lulu was around…..

Leander was a
bit of load  —

— for one thing,
he didn’t like dogs
(and they didn’t like him),
which I always
think is a bad sign —

And his pride
and impetuosity
was always
getting him into the
most difficult situations ….

— he was also prettya1
arrogant and pompous,
as I guess you’d expect
some male members
of the upper crust
would have been back then,

And Lulu, on her part,
didn’t seem to put up
all that much resistance
to the many advances
coming her way….

….. but she did seem to have
complete control over what
was going on around her.

To me she seems
rather charming, bold,
and harmlessly coquettish,
not to mention
although Leander
didn’t seem
to appreciate the finer
points of all that.

The comic strip started in 1904–
(using characters Howarth
had developed in the 1890’s)a1a
with Leander and Lulu dating……

Lulu’s parents weren’t
all that crazy about Leander,
and with his various
misadventures in
courting her, Leander
wasn’t making
it easy for them
to come around
to the idea
that he would make
Lulu a good husband.

Eventually, “Popper”
(the father)
banned the idea altogether —

— after Leander fell
off a ladder
on top of him in
the middle of the night. eloped

Not good.

Anyhoo —

Leander finally convinced Lulu to elope to Niagara Falls with him by train —

— Leander hiking the last 25 miles by himself after foolishly getting off
the train to pick Lulu
some wild flowers
during a short
maintenance stop.

It was a strange
little comic strip
full of love’s pathos
and human frailties,

and lasted only a
couple of years
before Howarth’s
death in 1908.

It’s also a favorite of mine,
for some reason.a11

And I’ve included some strips
from the Sunday Funnies
of the Chicago
Sunday American
— from 1904 to 1906 —
in the hopes that
you may like it too.





Jack Vettriano1951Love StoryThis evening,
I’m working on getting
caught up on answering
your kind comments,
browsing my reader,
and digging through
my mailbag,

While I was away,
I started working
on a fascinating post
about something or other….

( I really don’t remember
exactly what it was,
…… but,
boy howdy, was it great.)

A ways back,
and completely
outta the blue,
a terrific WP writer
and friend of mine,
decided to distract …
I mean,
…. challenge
in an email to:

“Flex your sentimental muscle,
and write something
with emotional pathos ” —

I’m not even sure
I have any of those
kinds of muscle,

But, I had been working
on a particular piece
for many years now,
( I could never seem to finish it )
and I decided to post that –
for today’s post.

(I will admit to also
having forgotten that
April had only 30 days in it —
which explains the lack
of organization to the
Muscleheaded queue
recently ….. )

There is sorta a ‘theme’ song
that seems to go along
with this thing,
by Carlos Santana,
that I’ve always played
while working on it.

It can be found at:

I don’t know whether
I lived up to the challenge —

Y’all lemme know what you think.

( if you like it, that is…

…. otherwise, well….
feel free to keep your
comments to yourself. 😀



She could be difficult,
even when in the best of moods.

Her nature was that of a dark, brooding thunderstorm,

…like those that often s
pawned from a Caribbean hurricane.

That was what first attracted me to her.

Rain, and wind, and fire.

She didn’t have to be standing next to you,
…. for you to feel the force of her presence.

Most people ran for their lives.

Not me, though —
I needed the chaos.

And I was willing to be
washed away with her tide.

Your countenance fair,
And the fragrance of your hair

Draws me to your throat
Only then to imbibe a more elusive scent
Its influence overwhelms my patience
And I will have you, Goddess.

I don’t know what she saw in me that interested her.

But sometimes tropical storms do that–

Skipping one house,
….. and reaping unreserved destruction on the identical one right next to it.

Rain, and wind, and fire.

Even though it was against her will,
….. she slowly gave herself up to my vulnerability.

Most people couldn’t care less.

Not her, though —

She needed the adoration.

And she was willing to fill my emptiness.

Your longing betrayed
by whispered gasp,
and your fervent grasp
I am thrown, drawn, pulled apart
My body the eye, and you the storm
But I can hold you, Goddess

She whirled and throttled and howled as if possessed

But no storm can sustain itself forever —

Cooling as with the northbound tradewinds.

Detached from me, as she glided out far from land.

Her rain, wind, and fire

Now, swallowed by a more stronger, violent force

The sea still carries her voice, her face, her memory

Not us, though —

We had that moment in time.

And no other storm could thrill me alike.

I will graze long and joyful upon the nectar
Of your sweet Elysian fields
And we shall surge, roar, and pulse together –
You are ever my Diana
And I am ever your Actaeon.
Come back and do your worst.





Stress Off

b1The rough and tumble pace
of every day life can really
be a challenge these days…

The stresses of:

work, money,

It can really cut
into your horizontal
fun-time quotient, ya know ?

We’re working more,
but we have less leisure time,
and less money for recreation—

wifeAnd, if there’s an energy crisis anywhere,

–it’s in the amount of energy
we have left to expend on the
more fun, interesting and sexier stuff.

— after working,
paying taxes,
and fulfilling our responsibilities,

we’ve got little left over.

There’s been all kinds of social changes,
bringing their own special problems…

For instance,1
kids are living at home longer now…..

— it’s actually very common for 20 somethings.

And this certainly could put the KYE-BOSH
on any fun-time activities …..

for anybody,
and everybody in the house !

I guess if you think about it hard enough,  a1
you could always find alternative places
where you could go to ….
errrr …..
express yourself…..

But the atmosphere of some places,

even the more out of the way places,

a…. can just kinda ruin the moment.

The sweet girl-next-door –

– and the stalwart,
hard working,
monogamously-dedicated family-man types

are becoming pretty rare,

and I guess it can be hard to meet those kinds of folks at times…

— but then neither type was ever really known aa
as all that sexually adventurous to begin with, anyway.

internet dating is kinda impersonal,

and can be very unreliable……

Candor in terms of personal online relationships has tanked.

And the explosion of electronic technology
has blurred the lines of recreation…

Reverse electronic fantasies –

afantasies that reality can’t measure up to,

—but electronics CAN put into some digitized form –

have replaced the kind
you used to try to make come true for yourself.

Certain aspects of our culture have left people feeling
as if human face to face contact isn’t necessary,
or even desirable,
in order to enjoy our lives….

As if somehow, we could,
or should, call
exist as if we were all living in some kinda vacuum.

I read last week about a guy who claims to be in love with his .

His vacuum cleaner, that is.

I think it was a Hoover.

I wonder if it was one of them ones
with all the special attachments.

(I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a Roomba, anyway. )

Oh sure,

airbubbleI guess you might choose
to add some sex toys to your repertoire
to attract more interest from the opposite sex …

or perhaps it might have the opposite effect ?

No man really likes the idea
that a mechanical device can do a better job
at satisfying a woman than he can…

from her perspective,
it must be hard to argue with 40 pulses per second.

And there’s no substitute a1a
for knowing what to say and how to say it….

That’s one of the purposes of a tongue, ya know.



If it becomes too much trouble to get you some,

it’s certainly easy enough
to find a up close and personal substitute for REAL sex,
peterpeckerI guess…

you can get you an inflatable
Rachel Hunter doll with real imitation Kiwi accent.

Cricky Dick!!
Oh BONK me fanny with yer wee cracker!
! ” —

Or, for you girls,

the Peter Pecker Doll,
always a big seller….

So there’s always options, I guess.baa

You could even open up
one of them there sex farms
like they got up there in Washington State.


that’s a baaaaaaaad idea, that.

Or, you could do things the OLD FASHIONED way,

aand then,
if you really want some variety,

… all you’d have to do is switch hands.


I dunno……

There’s still something missing,

Don’t ya think?




The experiential element ?

Doesn’t anybody think that
the most interesting thing about sex
is the physical, mental, and emotional interaction
between two people anymore ?

Or is really just all about orgasms in a vacuum?

not that Hoover thing again.

HOY !!!!