The Moon and some Haiku

I didn't start talking until many months after what was deemed "normal" at the time.

I was also being raised by my six-years older sister.  I'm sure she did her share of translating my oral and physical communication, so I had less motivation to have my vocalizations be generally recognizable.

At around age 3, when I did start talking, I spoke in complete sentences, and, I started with:

"I want to be the first boy on the moon"  (Circa early 1958)

Any vocal deficiencies I appeared to suffer from have given way to my capability to share a truly  exquisite aural experience.

People have told me

My voice is enchanting...

Hope I satisfy.

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On My Alternate Life

Exists only in

grey matter between my ears....

flows out my fingers...

Furries vs. Planties

One of my weirdest first dates was with a woman who confided, during a sushi dinner, that she was into "kink".

Not to seem put off, surprised, or otherwise intimidated, and, knowing there are many types of "kink", I asked if she was into "Plush" (by which I meant "Furry", as portrayed in the comic attached), which I would consider kinky but harmless...

No, she assured me her interest in me was that I was much bigger than she was and therefore could definitely inflict pain.

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