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The word for today is “legs: spread the word~

I’m a natural night owl~ Moved to the west coast from Wisconsin to get that extra two hours of sleep that might put me in a somewhat normal wake/sleep pattern~ my “Inner clock” never changes. I have a deep sleep time. It’s two hours long. On the west coast it’s from 7:00 to 9:00~ Without an alarm clock I wake up @ 9:00~ I typically go to bed between 5:00 and 6:30… My entire life has been like this… At university, I never took morning classes. I was taking between 15 and 24 credits with no issues and doing well because I was up longer than the typical student~ More wake time meant more study and work time~ I got a lot done and was often able to double major~ In Wisconsin at my grade and high school I was falling asleep in my classes and unable to navigate until 11:00 or noon~ My parents were constantly getting calls of concern from my teachers~ My favorite time to work out is between 18:00 and 2:00~ I naturally get hungry between 22:00 and 1:00~ I’m very alert and active from 18:00 forward~ When with a Client, I sleep whenever they sleep and think of it as a “together” activity and enjoy it like we are napping~ Left on my own, I don’t sleep much: two to four hours per night~ Sleeping with someone really helps me get into that sleep zone~ My “morning wood is between noon and 14:00~ My sex drive naturally runs best in the PM: 16:00 onward and peaking in the evening and before 4:00~ Thise are my optimal times… I’m still good to go outside of my peak zone~ If I have issues with sleeping, I rely on magnesium or valerian root~ Those work for me~ Also, when on my own, I sleep with music on thru the night~ That’s very helpful~ I don’t sleep well then it’s quiet~ I have many times fallen asleep in movie theaters, the student Union at university, shopping malls, crowded places where there’s lots going on… I like that. The life going on around me is comforting and helps me sleep~ Sometimes clients will wake up early and they think they’re doing me a favor by getting up and then closing the door so that it’s really quiet and I can’t hear them… The exact opposite is true. I instantly recognize that it’s too quiet when I’m sleeping and I wake up and then I just lay there. It’s better if they’re walking around and making noise… I’ll hear it a little bit, but then I’ll fall back asleep~ The perfect time zone for my body is Tahiti~ PERFECT~!!! The worst is NYC: that time zone is exhausting for me~ The UK and EU are fine… When there I get super sleepy and quiet around 15:00 and two hours later I’m wide awake but it’s easier to wake up in what is considered mind there and am typically Randy in the morning there but, also in the evening after 17:00~

Definitely not a dodge ram there… or a mustang for that matter but, apparently we are still on the backs of farm animals

Hey entire left side was severed from his body… He’s all right now~

A clip of my Coyote girl, her puppies and mates calling outside my door… They are SOOoOoooOoOoo LOUD and then they just go silent~ 😂 IMG_6464.mov

Bones and Brandy and Bear and the rest of the crew~ All great kids~

Random puppies I saw in Coos Bay. (So much love~!!!) I call them Mutt and Jarf~ Black lab Pitt puppy (she is adorable) Her older step brother (the brown Dogo) Nanook my grey wolf companion of 22yrs. Nanook with Raison the Greek kitty… #9 is the coyote puppy that I made friends with when first moving into my current home. She hangs in the yard with me when I landscape at night and sits within 5 feet of me. She comes and goes as she pleases~ Last year she had her first litter of pups and she brought them into the yard to show me but, they would not come out of the bushes all the way~ No worries… Perhaps better they don’t trust people~ Very sweet all five of them~ She is now 7yrs old~ Picture number 12 is Nanook the wolf at age 22yrs~ He’s a little old man there~🥰He’s so beautiful~ Was a happy boy always and had such a strong sense of life~ He died a natural death, in my arms. Old age and no euthanasia. He sat up, called for me. I moved next to him, (we were sleeping on the floor together always by that time), told him I was there and love him with all of my heart… He died within a few minutes. I drew in his last breath and held it in as long as I could… bathed him that night and slept next to him until morning~ Took him to Dignified Pet in Tualatin, Oregon~ It’s part of Sunset Finley where I had my mom cremated~ Was a bit protective and didn’t want others handling Nanook~ The staff were compassionate towards my concerns. I put him into the Kiln myself and closed the door, waited the five hours until he was done and carefully removed his bones from the oven~ They are predominately intact~ He is with my mom’s ashes, brothers ashes, Raison that Greek kitties ashes in a special area of my house. Nanook is the deepest bond to anything/anyone I’ve had in my entire life~ Part of me always and my greatest joy~ Since my fur kids all live well into their twenties, I will not be having anymore but, I love on others fur kids whenever possible~

Met this man on Sauvies island years and years ago after having moved from Madison, Wisconsin to Portland, Oregon~ 14 July 1997 It was nearing dusk… I’d been out there naked on the beach since 4:00am when the island opens to the public~ I used to build sculptures out of drift wood there and had built a north, south, east and west gate along with timbery creatures reminiscent of deer and bear~ On this one particular evening after building, I saw this man silhouette near the west gate: my height: 5’11”, long legs, a light tan… smiling green eyes~ Completely genuine in spirit, (if not altogether innocent), our glances met and we flirted between shrubbery eventually meeting by a bush along the shoreline of the Colombia~ Arms length from each other I could feel the warmth radiating from his Sun bathed skin, the gentle glistening of salt from his sweat clung to the hair under his arm… I could taste his male scent in the air… It made my nipples hard when I inhaled~ We stood in place looking at each other… A quiet and gentle assessment thru some unspoken instinctual primal language but, reeking of male intent~ At one point, we looked into each others eyes and the gaze was so penetrating it blocked out everything but the pounding of my heart… Thru that rhythm I could sense our breathing align and nothing more than the soft lapping of the waves on the shore were audible beyond that~ We fitted into an embrace the way sun slowly drapes over the crest of morning landscape when it rises despite the shadows growing long around us as the sun set across the river horizon … It felt like we were melting together…. His lips were soft but, molten against the nape of my neck… His scent was spicy but also held the fragrance of water from his afternoon swim~ Our embrace lingered until our cheeks brushed across the scruff and shadow of our evening beards~ The corner of his mouth so close to mine I could feel his breath~ The pillows of our lips met precisely at the moment our eyes locked together~ It nearly made me cry… Feeling overwhelmed, I swallowed. The sound echoed inside of me like a single drop of water breaking the surface of a deep, still cinote’ pool~ One of the most beautiful moments in my life with this man… What followed was profound~ (a private chapter). I discovered nearly seven years later from a common Client, (after becoming an Escort myself), that he was a provider in Portland~ His moniker was “Portland Bill”~ While the experience was both profound and beautiful, it is because Portland Bill was a profoundly beautiful man~ A few here on this board will remember him~ I have felt the energy of that kiss and our experience my entire lifetime~ It is ever warm and ever impressionable~ It ripples back and forth between all sides of me whenever I kiss~ He passed away in the early 2000’s~ While I still feel that loss… I feel also the “touch” of his loving nature in me~ Thank you, Portland Bill~ Some of my Clients who had hired him may attest to the incredible radiance of this selfless and loving man~ He was a one: unique within millions~ Lovingly, Tyger~ Pictures below are of me building drift wood sculptures on Sauvies Island some lazy afternoon in Portland, Oregon the same month and summer I met this man~

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Barbie has balls… who knew…

and real situations 57 It’s furry things~ Fur love~ Full of heart Gritty humor, feel good vibes, life situations that make you think and love~ Stories of family and friends… Oppenheimer for its historical interpretations and superb acting efforts~

I’m fascinated by this…

There was a young parson of Norton Whose prick, although thick, was a short 'un. To make up for this loss, He had balls like a horse, And never pumped less than a quart in. There was a poor parson from Goring, Who made a small hole in his flooring, Fur-lined it all round, Then laid on the ground, And declared it was cheaper than whoring.

I saw two guys wearing matching clothing and I asked if they were gay. They quickly arrested me.

What soncerns me isn’t the obvious item there but, why the bag of cement~ 31a4ab44635f4a47bf441933c7d9c6b6.mov

Or visiting you grandparents house

Very apparently not vanilla and that makes it kinky