Surprise Awakening

There she was, standing there when I woke up, just staring at me. I don't know where she came from, but there she was.

"Your girlfriend found you talking to me last night, apparently at your house party and you had passed out, doing so. Or so I was told. She gave me your address, said I could have you, and that she was leaving.  Since you're so bold... show me what you're worth... all that talk."

 What could I do... but do it. There she is, standing there, judging and horny, looking all delicious. I'm not going to turn down an offer with a hot trans chick. I rolled over on the bed, sitting up and took her beautiful uncut dick in her mouth. She smelled of lavender and blueberries. She didn't say anything as I started to suck. Once she was hard, grabbed my head, pulled it in, shoving it down my throat, with a hip thrust;  rammed my head and pushing me on the bed.

"So far, not impressed. Yeah it gets hard if touched, but whatever.  What dick doesn't? For a guy who wanted me so bad; you aren't trying."

"Didn't she send you here for sex," I asked.

"She did," with her hands on her hips again. "Sex and to have you, she read everything. Say hello to your new girlfriend, you remember, right?"

"Damn. For real?  And you're just okay with this shit?"

"I might not have known you were with somebody, but I still want you. Do you still want me, or nah? My feelings aren't as strong as when I found out you were cheating, so why don't you change that... or is this a mistake of many to come?"

"Who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth," I walked towards her.

Placing a hand on her face pulling her in for a kiss, leading with an open mouth, her tongue went deep in mine, they waged a battle of passion. When we broke, she seemed at a loss for breath. Pulling me closer, back in to another kiss, raging stiff cock stabbing me in mine, catching my belt. She looked down at the discomfort and swiftly undid my pants. Much better, it slides between my thigh and balls, mine has been pressed against her stomach. As we kiss and suck on each others lips, I felt her hump me slightly, her cock sliding just in and out between my thighs.

"So far, so good," she whispered.

Her areola look even better in person, so giving in my mouth, turning us, I laid her on the bed, running my tongue over every square inch of her  chest, as it rises and falls. I can't help but bite those soft puffs A whimper and a quiver falls from her, more she begs.  So easily they give between my teeth, my tongue plays with her nipples. Nipping at her flesh, a yelp each time until I'm low enough her cock is resting next to her cheek. Slowly I tilt my head, running my mouth up her shaft, guiding it in with my tongue. My lips grasp hard,  a sigh of relief escapes her mouth, pleasure from my work. My tongue glides on her shaft.

"Oh... mm-hmm."

"Mm-hmm," I returned.

Her tip starts to touch the back of my throat and it's like it grew or swelled a bit, throbbing every time I deep throat. Drool starts to run to her balls. What little foreskin is still loose, feels good rolling on my tongue. Her breath quickens before her hands lift my head.

"I don't want to cum yet, baby. God I wished you bottomed," she panted.

"Even if I did, you'd be too big," I smiled.

"With that mouth, I know your ass is great. It's my turn."

She lays me down finally giving my waiting cock the attention it wanted. Oh it was good.  The way she twisted her head with the reciprocating bob.

"Damn, boo... this thing is thick."

Back to it; slurping hard, sucking hard, I can't keep from throbbing my dick in her mouth. I just love watching her, hair falling all around, dancing. She keeps trying to go deeper and deeper, I see the drool and phlem coating my piece. So good, this might work out after all.

"Damn. I'm gonna hafta work on you, some more, shit. I want that thing down my throat, choked good. You want this ass?"

"How you want it, girl," I asked.

"Real easy with that monster, open me up real good."

"Hop on top, then, that way you got control."

She straddled on top of me, hand around the base, guiding it in. The look on her face was so cute when the tip was pressing on her tight little hole. Biting her lower lip, pushing it in with a grunt of relief. She twisted her hips on the first few inches, slowly working her way down. The lower she got, the further open her mouth got. Her ass was planted on my thighs with a heavy moan.

"You like that, sexy?"

"I feel it spreading my walls deep," she started rocking.

Rocking and grinding, her cock now hard as hell, waving at me slightly, if my mouth could reach. I grab two handfulls of her tits, rubbing and squeezing, pinching her nipples. She slides foward and slams her ass back, "fuck" falls out of her mouth, doing it again and again as her voice starts to break and contort to yelps, I squeeze and push her tits in to her chest. I push my hips up right as she starts to cum, her cock tightened up with her ass, she dribbled a little precum, resting on me, catching her breath.

"You done already, the way you tightened up, I was getting close."

"I'm not done yet. She's ready for you now, got her nice and open," she eased off.

Planting herself on all fours, I straddled her, sticking my tongue in her slightly gaped hole, licking and stabbing before sticking her good, sliding in balls deep. Her arms fall as I start to ram her hard.

"Uh god, fuck, fuck, yes, fuck!"

My hands didn't know where to go, it was all too good.  From her ass to her hips, was good, going in and out full length, watching her rock back and fourth, grabbing the pillow, screaming in it. My balls slapping hers, she pulled her face free with a gasp. I pulled out and turned her over, lifting her legs, slipping back in. I kissed her, she tightened up that hole while she sucked on my tongue. Slow easy thrust inside her.

"If I can't fuck your ass, can I fuck your mouth?"

"Sure."

We continued to kiss, pressed close, my long stroke was feeling good and I couldn't hold it much longer, her arms holding me down, her hole holding my cock as best it can.

"Cum, baby,  I want it all in me," she begged.

I stopped holding back, I wanted to make her cum one more time, I know what she wanted though. I sunk my teeth in her shoulder as she cried to bring it, and let it all loose.  I lay there panting, my cock throbs and jumps in her by itself like there was more to go. Strength mustered, rolling off her triumphant, she was still hard from the motions, gathering herself up, planting her ass in my face, she stuck her cock in my mouth and slowly fucked my face. My cum ever so slightly leaking out of her ass. Closer and closer her tip reaches my throat, the faster she goes, I see the shaft in and out, trying to time my breath to her strokes, thinking I should let her fuck me so I can breath. My hands glide up her body, back down to her ass. Maybe next time she can, maybe I can get used to it. Too late to turn back; I feel her dick tighten up as her moans get louder. I want that cum in my mouth.

"I'm about to cum! Shit! Ugghhhnnn fuck!"

I feel its heat. Liquid heat down my throat. She jerks and shudders, pulling it out far enough to fill my mouth, with a few jerky pumps down my throat, before she  slumps over and joins me.

We lay together, kissing here and there, tired, relieved.

"So she saw everything?"

"Yep," she sighed.

"Hmmm..."

"I don't regret this, if anything I got awesome sex out of it. So where ever we stand, I'm good, but if you're just going to do me like her, you won't see me again."

"I'm willing to see where this goes, and if you don't believe me; I will try to bottom next time. All that talking, we connect real well."

"Sounds good, I'll hold you to it."

"Shower and food?"

"Yeah... and maybe round two later."

My favorite Sedans

I've sat and made entry's all about the cars I like or want or whatever. But Ii think I need to break it down for ya. So This one is my top sedans that I like. I always had an affinity for sedans, but they need be rwd or awd.

• Crown Victoria: Last body on frame car in existance, able to seat six and has decent V8 power.For the most part secially being a fleet only vehicle always had a simpleness to it. Aside frrom the later models with adjustable pedals. Too bad it only came with an automatic. A few colors to choose from(litarally like six) one engine/tranny, three grilles, two interior options(cloth/vinyl minus the rubber floor option over carpet) Driven correctly can achieve nearly 30mpg on the highway. Classic conservetive  looks. Screw the Marqius and the Town Car the Vic is where it's at.

UPDATE D/27/19: I had one of these, 08 CVPI, still one of my favorite cars and I want another one. I hate the way cars are now. A CVPI has all a car needs and nothing more. That said; a bit more horsepower, manual trans, HIDs and it's pretty much perfect. I also love the 79-86 Crown Vic. I want a 04-09 and a 79-86 in black... and without that stupid Opera top.

• Checker Marathon: Talk about Timeless classic looks the Marathon model hadn't been redesigned once in it's run. Why do it, it worked perfectly, there's not another cab I would want to sit in a New York traffic jam in. It's it's own car the only thing it shares wth GM was its drivetrain's which where usually inline and vee sixes. I really need one of these.

UPDATE D/27/19: I still want one to restomod. They were made in the 70s until the 90s yet looked like something you'd find in the 50s.

• 80s and 91-6 Chevy B Body Caprice. The box and the bath tub. Not the 87-91 with those horrid composite headlights, though.   Good thing about the box b body is it's basically an extended g body and all the g body aftermarket and performance stuff bolts right up. The optispark is kinda shitty on the 90s ones, but that's what an LS swap is for. A 9C1 Caprice would be nice to match a P71 Crown Victoria

• 80s Volvo 240: I prefer the wagon, but the sedan is nice, too. They are easy to mod and despite the fan base are track day sleepers. The flying brick. Have a racing history on not just the tarmac, but rallying as well. Like all the other cars on this list; must be black.No chrome.

•  2017 to current(19) Charger: I've always been a Dodge fan, it's the v6/v8 rwd/aws sedan this country needs. I love the look of it, but I can't stand the lack of a manual and all that superfluos crap cars are plagued with these days. It woulda been nice to offer it in a manual(especially the awd). I could even make piece with it lacking a manual, since one with the Challengers ecu could be swapped in. I wish I could ditch the shitty infotainment screen with a single DIN HD/Bluetooth radio. Honorable mention is the same era 300. I think it would be fun to gut it and drop in a cross ram or six pack 440 and a six speed. Gut the dash and kill all that tech inside.

•  05 Impreza STi: It's the generation I like the most and has that beautiful symetrical awd goodness.

•  2002 Galant VR4: I always prefered the look of the Galant to the Lancer, plus twin turbo v6 with awd.

•  90s Toyota Cressida: Very nice full size sedan, will probably take a 1 or 2 JZ, toss a manual in it. It's kinda roomy. Looks great.

Honorable mentions: 1st gen LS400, 71 Chevelle sedan, 71-6 Maveric sedan

Coming Back

It's been a long ass time since I've used this blog. I stopped around after the blog craze sorta ended, but I still believe in them as a good way to get information out. If you thinm about it; all these news like websites and online magizine type sites are basically blogs in a sort of disguised form. Sites like RevZilla and HuffPost. Blogsites with different people writing blogs... a.k.a. articles.

So I am going to try and make better effort at this than the wishy-washy attempts I made the last few entrees. I'm working on my brand and trying to be somebody- which is what purpose this blog had way back then. Was even my main linked site. It divulged in to a bit too much porn, as I was still moderately a Newb at doing all this sort of thing. With the advent of Tumblr doing their bullshit, as my Tumblr blog, despite divuldging to mostly porn worse than this site did, was going to be the sister site, where the focus was more on pictures, than words. I can do all of that here, though. So yes there will be porn and saving an explanation, if you dig deep in my Tumblr RhapsodicTumblr, you might find the rest of my explanation. I have other blogs I haven't folled with in a while, too that might get worked on. This one at the time seemed to get decent views, if not simply for the porn and Google search and a few other search engines, I don't know how many people actually followed it. Maybe I can re ignite that old fire. I never got to follow that many blogs here either, and the ones I did are gone, it had to be on purpose, since I have spent years not actively using this one. I said I was back several times before. Here's to hoping it sticks this time. Of all the places I write, I can still find use of this site. I am pretty good at organizing and spreading stuff about. Plus... this was supossed to be my main site. I have stuff to put here. Updates, information on my other places, things that won't fit anywhere else, or on my Facebook page.

Here's to rekindling an old flame I once had for a place I can put things a bit more intimate in to. What I'm thinking is this place is going to need some real good updates, a list of everywhere you can find me(which is good for me, too), stuff that I am doing. Hopefully the Laviathans Cave can crawl back up to importance and relevency. Not too mention the connection to the brand I'm trying to build. One day I hope to have my likeness hung on the buildings with the rest of the important and legendary Louisville natives. And here you should begin to find extra clarifications and details pertaining to things I put in other places for connection.

As I have said for a while now; Have a day, Laviathan Hunters.

More Google Nazi Bullshit

Dear Blogger User, We're writing to tell you about an upcoming change to the Blogger Content Policy that may affect your account. In the coming weeks, we'll no longer allow blogs that contain sexually explicit or graphic nude images or video. We'll still allow nudity presented in artistic, educational, documentary, or scientific contexts, or where there are other substantial benefits to the public from not taking action on the content. The new policy will go into effect on the 23rd of March 2015. After this policy goes into effect, Google will restrict access to any blog identified as being in violation of our revised policy. No content will be deleted, but only blog authors and those with whom they have expressly shared the blog will be able to see the content we've made private. Our records indicate that your account may be affected by this policy change. Please refrain from creating new content that would violate this policy. Also, we ask that you make any necessary changes to your existing blog to comply as soon as possible, so that you won't experience any interruptions in service. You may also choose to create an archive of your content via Google Takeout

This is the email I got today from Google, complete, utter bullshit. Blogger has been good to me, and it was the easiest one to use. Everything was there for an adult to create adult content, because we are adults. This site has been hard work for all these yeara as I struggle to get viewers. I don't believe that statement of only artsy nudity will be exceptable, most of us already know Google doesn't give two shits about it's users, I am surprised they even gave us a notice. I remember how much many people hated the new internet crashing infinite image result search page, and the crap they pull with Youtube. Just becauze we live with it, doesn't mean we like it at all. I feel the same way about this upcoming policy update for Blogger, and if you have a site like mine that has porn on it, it would be best if you speak up on it. I can't even formulate the words together to speak of how asinine this is. I'm tired of being restricted in what I can do on the internet, and Google is getting on my last damn nerve. Instead of being sheep, stand up and speak out, I know once I can get an email together, I will be sending an email to all of their email contacts, since they don't have a proper contact for customer email. I don't know what their plans are, but I know it isn't anything good.

My blog is already listed as adult content, which is private enough. They claim they won't delete any of the content, but I don't believe them, I know that is what's coming next. The Lavaiathan's Cave will probably be moving to another blogsite. I already have some setup on wordpress, I don't trust Google, I will see how it goes, I may eventually take the site down, somehow, or it will continue on to wordpress, that is if Wordpreas doesn't have a problem with a little bit of porn on a blog for anything. I could go on and on about how this isn't a smart move, nomatter what they say, or feel, how telling adults what they can, or cannot post is stupid, all I have is: fuck you google. I knew some bushit like this was coming when out of nowhere(true google fashion) sites with porn were not eligible for adsense, and switching it to my story blog wasn't even possible. Bullshit, fuck off Google.

Another person trying to be me

This won't be a long post. I just got an email from HIDPlanet forums, saying someone tried to log in to my account, the email provided a IP adress, this one to be percise; 200.232.146.30 
 I looked it up, and it's some user in Brasil, can't you fucking find something better to do, than try and "hack" people log in credentials just to make comment spam, bottom of the barrel piece of shit. Using my name is one thing, actually trying to hack my shit is something else, you sick fuck. I hope one of those penis fish yall have swims inside you dick, and eats it's interior, lays eggs, and the hatched eggs follows suit.

Smoke'em

Shake it up, quarter inch from the, top
hard flappin, or rip it open soft. 25 for
the guy who wants to suck a fresh fag.

They say it's dangerous to pull the nail
from the coffin, screw it, leave the
unbelievers coughin, from the
second hands good bye.

Get it electronically, or keep it
original bad boy, hipster, geek it out,
never be kool as Joe, till they see you
light that fire.

The sweet yesterdays, when the bars
were misty, how that killer cowboy
got that virginia slimmy. Straight
lovely when places would vend'm.
Might even aid in that lucky strike.

No matter if you want it pure, raw,
a little censored, you'll be awesome
and resplended. Let the fool speak,
remove your doubt, stay above the
propaganda. Light up, and draw,

Issues Of Black America Part One

There was a time, we as a people aspired to prove we weren't different from anyone else, now we constantly fight to show we aren't. Keep reading, it isn't always a good thing. What black people have become today are a race that despite anything else any other race does, seems to be a look at me, I will not conform to the countries standards type race, striving as hard as we can to make being black a statement. In a way it appears as a long desperate attempt to make up for the time our ancestors spent as slaves. I shouldn't need to mention how our race is it's own, we may have descended from those Africans brought here, we obviously aren't exactly pure. The whites, Native Americans, and Africans were all crossbreeding to the point of; here we are. Despite everything, we still have something to prove, something for the most part, utterly stupid.

Overkill, compared to other races- especially white men, we have this notion to be masculine overkill, which perpetuates the very reason whites used us as farm equipment to begin with. Savages in any way possible, to be aggressive at a constant rate, dominate as possible, to the point it seems it's only to convince ones self. Strutting around as if untouchable, unbeatable, still wondering why white folks treat us the way they do- or at least how we say they do in most cases. You can't complain about how white people feel about  us, when most of the time black people as a race, try to prove otherwise, they are a unique race through what are simply stereotypical actions, forcing white people to feel the way they do. You can't change the way a person feels perpetuating what they may already think, it doesn't work that way.

It's funny in the fact that as we battle white people culturally, , we are also in the midst of battling ourselves. Rejecting anything that isn't hood enough, for some, a facade of sorts. This leads many black people to be afraid of doing things, that aren't black enough, or at the very least, simply afraid of letting it known to those who'd declare heresy. Others lash out in ways to "keep it real." I promise that it's not selling out to just leave your thugged out bubble, and culture yourself in a worldy manner with an OPEN MIND,and move on. Culture is a wonderful thing- black culture, I just think we take it too far. Doing "white people stuff," is not conforming, such as RUN-DMC and Aerosmith, walking this way- all it is, is bridging the gap. Rock and metal bands doing Michael Jackson covers, black kids at the skate park, in the goth scene, the hipster scene, racing motorcyles, and other vehicles. The black men in rock bands, such as Dave Matthews Band or Hootie And The Blowfish, who's leader, I might add has been doing country for a while now, along with Cowboy Troy- another black country singer. Bridging the gap. People like that, like me, are trying to prove we aren't all what the world sees, which I might add, actually is the portrayal  the majority of our race forces the world to see. Feels like a catch 22.

In my short life, I see all of this, those so ghetto, it's ignorant, stupid may be the better word, as stupid is the lack of knowledge, and refusal to learn. Then the ones who get money, get bourgeois(Boodgy, I guess it's spelt and pronounced for black people), running towards the far other end of the black people spectrum. Black people are quick to criticize, and blantantly, sometimes vehemently ridicule anything or anyone, who isn't hood, or who's different- like me. I grew up in the hood, tried to listen to rap(I am actually now, real picky, because most of it is not for me),  tried sagging(such a neanderthal act), I discovered rock, pop, and wearing a belt properly made me happiest. Compared to me, most of my family is ghetto- even the ones who aren't that ghetto. None of that set with me, I wanted to do,and aspire to other things. Some would say I act white, but, to me most white folk aren't as judging as my own people. The friends I have now are like that, a few can be more ghetto than I allow myself to be- which is kinda ironic, but all they did was bridge the gap.

I can count how many "non-traditional" black people I have met on my hands, by that I mean the only thing black about them, as it should be, was simply their skin color. Don't look at mentally stepping off the block as a loss of a culture, but more of a gain of everyone else. The first step is to ignore the "traditionalist,", once you get out, you won't be alone. Stop letting ghetto life hold us down.

Blocked, Restricted

So, I have thought about removing the adult content filter thingy off my site. It's only on there because of the message boards I have my site linked on and because of the small amount of porn. This site is in a way about me and all that encompasses myself- my personal interest. I think the fact it is listed as having adult content alone is why it is blocked on certain servers. I guess eventually it would be blocked on these servers anyway without it, but I feel that just because there is porn here, it is not a porn site. This site has so much more to give than just porn. Any of it would have to be searched for.

This is what I mean, JCPS has blocked my site. It is the local public school system in which I worked as a substitute custodian. I could post and do everything but view my blog. I was at a T Mobile store recently and on one of the phones or tablets I looked at and bookmarked Stories Of Velocity and tried to do the same to this site and their server blocked this site. The Libraries do it too. People are missing out on things just because they are afraid of the porn that is only 10% of the site. I think this site has a lot to give and I am trying to do so, it shouldn't be blacklisted because of Donita Dunes or Bridgette the Midget. Although I don't post as often as I should, I haven't posted porn in two years. With a hundred and eleven post, not counting this one and some still in draft mode, you really need to look for it.

Report this site safe, Tell your webmasters that like ogres, it's like an onion....or parfait if you will. You want to see my article on those awesome apartments.

Desiderata

No I didn't write it, Max Ehrmann did. What does it say to you?

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be critical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.

The Wiccan Rede for Wiccans

Because I am Wiccan:
Long version;

Bide within the Law you must, in perfect Love and perfect Trust. Live you must and let to live, fairly take and fairly give. For tread the Circle thrice about to keep unwelcome spirits out. To bind the spell well every time, let the spell be said in rhyme. Light of eye and soft of touch, speak you little, listen much.
Honor the Old Ones in deed and name, let love and light be our guides again. Deosil go by the waxing moon, chanting out the joyful tune. Widdershins go when the moon doth wane, and the werewolf howls by the dread wolfsbane. When the Lady's moon is new, kiss the hand to Her times two. When the moon rides at Her peak then your heart's desire seek. Heed the North winds mighty gale, lock the door and trim the sail. When the Wind blows from the East, expect the new and set the feast. When the wind comes from the South, love will kiss you on the mouth. When the wind whispers from the West, all hearts will find peace and rest. Nine woods in the Cauldron go, burn them fast and burn them slow. Birch wood in the fire goes to represent what the Lady knows. Oak in the forest, towers with might in the fire it brings the God's insight. Rowan is a tree of power causing life and magick to flower. Willows at the waterside stand ready to help us to the Summerland. Hawthorn is burned to purify and to draw faerie to your eye. Hazel-the tree of wisdom and learning- adds its strength to the bright fire burning. White are the flowers of Apple tree that brings us fruits of fertility. Grapes grow upon the vine giving us both joy and wine. Fir does mark the evergreen to represent immortality seen. But - Elder is the Lady's tree burn it not or cursed you'll be. Four times the Major Sabbats mark in the light and in the dark. As the old year starts to wane the new begins, it's now Samhain. When the time for Imbolg shows watch for flowers through the snows. When the wheel begins to turn soon the Beltane fires will burn. As the wheel turns to Lammas night power is brought to magick rite. Four times the Minor Sabbats fall use the Sun to mark them all. When the wheel has turned to Yule light the log the Horned One rules. In the spring, when night equals day time for Ostara to come our way. When the Sun has reached it's height time for Oak and Holly to fight. Harvesting comes to one and all when the Autumn Equinox does fall. Heed the flower, bush, and tree By the Lady blessed you'll be. Where the rippling waters go cast a stone, the truth you'll know. When you have and hold a need, harken not to others greed. With a fool no season spend Lest you be counted as his friend. Merry Meet and Merry Part bright the cheeks and warm the heart. Mind the Three-fold Laws you should three times bad and three times good. When misfortune is enow wear the star upon your brow. True in love you must ever be unless your love is false to thee. Eight words the Rede fulfil "An' ye harm none, do what ye wilt".

Dreams: What could they really be?

I often consider dreaming to be waking up and the act of dreaming is either another life or sometimes in my opinion the preferred one. Much can be said for the way i dream. Not every dream but most of them are in one way reoccurring. I don't have actual reoccurring dreams, but dreams where I am in my minds version or alternate version of the city I live in. I'm constantly trying to find the best way to explain this. I live in Louisville, Ky, when I have one of these dreams of series, I'm going about my business in what my brain is perceiving as Louisville, KY. The Aegon Center may have a pyramid top versus the dome, or St. Matthews mall may be nearly the size of the Mall of America. The city is always this mental variant and I always know what part of town or place I am at. One dream I was in one of our projects(Beecher Terrace) and although looking nothing like it actually does, I knew I was there.

I enjoy these dreams, because it's like when I lay down to go to sleep, I'm actually waking up, possibly just daydreaming about what we percieve as our actual reality and that reality is actually my own. Perhaps they could be glimpses at past lives or a life to be lived next, or even where we will be in death. Dying just to live again somewhere else, religion aside, wouldn't it seem more feasible to die and end up in your dream world as your next paradigm versus the good or bad place of whatever religion you may have? Or your dreams could be showing you that good or bad place... reality you may go to next, which is why there is dreams and nightmares. If that is true, then is it the higher power or your own personal Karma that'll ultimately decide your placement? There are other planes of existence and I wouldn't mind staying in the one my mind show me the most. The only other dream I've had that wasn't exactly sequential to the rest is where I happened to be a woman, and that wasn't all that bad either, I was sexy as hell.

I wrote that here on C-D. I've had similar discussions with my friends before. My girlfriend has said she has had some vivid dreams, and that they were images of past and possibly future lives of hers. Another theory of time not being linear as well, but that is another post. I believe that dreams are windows that may open to an alternate reality or paradigm. That future life she saw was probably one of her alternative lifes in it's own dimension running concurrently with this paradigm we exist in. There is a thing called paradigm shift, there are things called retrogrades and crossing of realities. A simple dream, could be a transdimensional window providing a vivid picture of any past life, or currently active other lives one is living at the same time. Another example is she also told me is once before her and a few of our friends had the exact same dream, same time, same night. They talked about it, it seemed to be a post-apocalyptic world where they were soldiers of resistance, she was doing things there would be no chance of her doing in this reality. Everything added up, the dream I believe was semi lucid. Her conscience was partially transferred to her other self. Her body was on autopilot as she didn't need to question anything she was doing. Transdimensional portal to another place she and they currently exist.

There are multiple realities or "worlds," time is a forever thing, honestly a man-made thing, but as we perceive it- a thing that never ends, a vector, in fact. It is very much possible to live lifes at the same time because there at some point in time in any existence, there probably is or was, or will be a you there. We may never really understand dreams. They can be windows to other places, things of your deep sub-conscience...or our minds playing tricks on us.

The world is now 2014 years old!

Joking, I'm not blessed to be so daftly stupid like those one Twitter and Facebook. There is however a new blog. Stories of Velocity is new for 2014, you will be able to find all my stories there. If you've been reading Zerophila here, look foward to a better version over there. All my current work in Velocity will be there, and maybe, jusy maybe some other things. All the story info like characters amd city info, synopsis, etc. will be there. Head on ober, highway 265 & 264 both go right through it.

My sites

So here is a list of websites I'm on. The ones I can remember anyway:

• Facebook
• Myspace
• Blackplanet
• Four Eyed Pride
• Ford-Truck
• Full Size Bronco
• Full Size Chevy
• Stangnet
• Mighty Mustangs
• 502 Streetscene
• S-Series
• Cardomain
• Otakubards
• Gorillaz Forums
• Deviant Art
• Velo Space
• Project Playlist
• The Corral
• BGC Live
• Hung Angels
• Chubby Parade
• Crown Vic.net
• Fox Body Forum
• Moped Army
• Louisville Mustangs
• Diesel Bombers
• Motored Bikes
• 502 Underground
• Writing.com
• Literotica
• FurAffinity
• MocoSpace
• Brewhause Forums
• Yahoo groups

There are actually more...

New blog

Yep, one more. I plan on posting all of my stories on a new blog. whatever's on here will stay but will be moved as well as additional stories of Velocity posted on there. It's not up yet but it will be and I will try and put more here there were things I've been wanting to write about, I just can't never find the time to actually write anything on here. At some point it will resume, I know I said I was going to at least post one thing a month, well I at least hope to get something worth posting before the end of the year.

Life

Yes. I am back, life has severely gotten in the way with another kid and a new apartment away from my evil ex. Yall should see my new-new shiny girlfriend- that's right, this awesome new chick we will call her Sparrow for confidentiality. I've spent some time I trying to get some free oipen wi-fi, since my phone is busted. At least today and behold at a friends hotel room. I know I said last time I will try and at least make a post a month and this probably won't be the last time you hear...errr...read that. So farewell for now. I'll try and squeeze this back in my life.

Duece Ex Machina

I finally have something to write about! It's about the way things have been lately, fighting a struggling battle. I saw earlier how a buddy of mine on Facebook was wondering why he's hated, why does a large number of people hate him. Meanwhile, I've been off and on depressed and trying to figure out why my life is sorta shitty. I've thought about this for years. It's just destiny, per-programing. These are quotes from my comments to his post and maybe some of my status from the past few days.

Because it is your fate. destined and designed. I too fight against the programming of the machine. whether it is your actions or not, there are those who bare the strife of their localities as programed via the dues ex machina. We are designed to further implement this installed nature by how we act, think and generally carry ourselves in being who we are. thus in some way, we aren't really human in the sense most known. to normal people there is a silver lining in every grey cloud- not with us creatures. there are good things that happen only what was left from everyone else s. Then the coding error is fixed. Do you get it now?

This was my first post  in correspondence, you see there is the System and always has been. We are all programs and this planet is merely a sever to the machine. Almost like a cross between Second Life and The Sims, or the Matrix. Everything we know, think or assume has been already sorted through, planned and placed. Read on.

Our tampering with the programing is a catch 22. what was and is to be is set. Its system guides time in a linear fashion, programing cause and effect. the coding errors and other anomalies could be considered karma. the reason no good deed goes unpunished, those that are seen as evil get no retribution or it is severely delayed. As we fight our programing it is akin to trying to get a laserdisc player to play a record.

This was a reply to another friend of his. You can try and defy the programming but it is inevitable. You are programed like everyone else and we all react together. Who you are and will become is already determined. If you are like me, you were intended to bare the local strife, in the fashion Meg Griffin does on Family Guy. She's like the poster child for people like me and my buddy. To elaborate on coding errors and anomalies; things like birth defects, spontaneous  combustion, albinoism, are errors in code or virus, or corruption. Anomalies are also things like ghost. Ghost are old data(dead people), and sometimes corrupted data such as ghost that were never people to begin with, probably axed ideas by the system such as Domovoi or Will'O the Wisp. Strange things, such as the claimed jackolope, or weird feats such as wind blowing a hat from one persons head to another, are anomalies. The criminals the run crime sprees and don't get caught till much later and probably too late, the guy who saves the girl from being smashed by a rather large speeding vehicle, to only dies the same fate. Those are things that like most would say shouldn't have happened. But a breach in the system is the fault. The system is massive, thus doesn't run perfect and can't effectively monitor everything efficiently.

The Gods. All of them(hear that Christians and similar faiths) were put here by the machine, as administrators of sorts. These system administrators acted as message board moderators. Designed based on region. The past few decades, I assume as it evolved they were no longer required in the aspect they used to be. Then there are things that were intended but not fully coded, mythical creatures are one example of this.

we are in control of what we perceive as our destiny. yes we pick our own choices, it does not inherently guide us. It runs many variable scenarios better known as the fork in the road. each path leads to another fork.

  I actually explained this in the beginning, everything we think and assume has already been set out. I hope that explains it better. This is why life is how it is, now my actual feelings and such on the matter is a whole nother entry.

Finally another post

It's been forever since I have posted on here. So I finally get to and I forget what exactly I had intended to post about. So despite what I said I was going to do(focus on the other stories before starting) I starting typing book two of Zerophilia. I also have joined the Alt. Sex. Stories. Registry. I'm just waiting for the confirmation. I also joined Stories On Line and have two stories submitted. Two chapters anyway. I also had to restart my book Views Of A Bisexual. I don't know if I told yall about that book or not, but when I had internet I started it and it was saved on my computer-which is having problems turning on. I should have saved it to my zip drive. Now I've got another one started. I hope to get that one published.

Whats else should I bring up...? I can't think of anything really. I can always make another post. Well I did start back writing poetry. Here's one;

My Love For You:

What is it but love we seek. Unconditional

heart-filled or basic lust. The raw desire

for your body

Jax Rhapsody with optional heart on

sleeve. Was a hetero-male; decided

bisided, bisexual, poly-amorous. Could

be a slut- a free range lover.

Romantic lust is all I got. Shallow love

for you. No ill-fated lovers, no meant to

be. Given the slightest chance we can

make what you perceive as love.

Kiss, caress and hold you afterward.

Just remember don't say those sweet

words. As they fall on deaf ears they

could ruin the great thing we had, because

from deep within my heart; I love you so

shallowly.

So i was going to bring something up after I typed that, and I forgot. I guess I can wrap this post up for now. 

Zerophilia: New Light

I finally finished Book 1 of Zerophilia! Yay me. I still hope to get this published. And with that you know there'll be more edits and additional things to make each chapter a true book chapter. Now I can peacefully finish my other writing projects and get them to at least enough ahead to start on Book 2

  “You really don't have a problem with me?” Stella asked.

“Why would I have a problem?” Jax asked.

“Well, my appearance?” Stella stated.

“No I told you. I'm the guy, that can be a girl at a whim. If anything, I'm the bigger freak. You just seem androgynous. It's like, it would be wrong for me to play you off as a girl. That's like some in-the-closet type shit. I thought you were a beautiful girl, then I found out you were a guy. It's really enticing. There's no words for how I feel. To have a boyfriend so dedicated.” Jax explained.

“Boyfriend? I thought we were just friends or something?” Stella asked.

“I want you to be my boyfriend. I was attracted to you as a girl, but I fell for you when I found out you wasn't.” Jax explained.

“You sure, you want to do that? “ Stella asked confusedly.

“Yeah, Stella. Even if I hafta prove to you that it's you and not your appearance. I swear to god, how you carry on your mama's memory is awesome, how you dress like her and carry your self. Of all the people that I've met in my life, you are the purest. Even I'm no great person.” Jax said.

“You helped me. You can't be that bad. You accept me for me. How bad are you?” Stella questioned.

“I will tell you after I come out of the store. More like when we get somewhere to sit.” Said Jax as he approached the store on the corner of fourth and Lugnut.

A moment later he walks out with a small black bag. Stella meets him half way as he walks back to his moped. He wraps his arms around Jax and kisses him. A long slow kiss.

“Stella...” Jax started.

“I had to think of what could happen with us. You are adamant on how you want to live your life. I am not going to stop how I live. I don't mind hanging out with Kiva, you don't have to stay one way or another. If you are positive on how you want to live, I can't help but grow to love you. The choices we make are hard. We aren't normal.” Stella explained.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” Jax asked.

“I do. I want to be friends first. See where we go.” Stella agreed.

Where should we go from here, asked Jax.

“I just thought I told you.” Stella answered.

“I don't mean emotionally through our relationship. I mean in a traverse-the-city-to-a-destination, where should we go.” Jax stated.

How about your house? I mean, you've seen mine, suggested Stella.

“I guess. Just don't say anything about me and my lil disorder. She doesn't have the slightest clue I don't take my meds. She doesn't know I'm bi either.” Jax explained.

“I thought you weren't in the closet?” Stella asked.

“I'm not. She's just the only person I figure doesn't need to know, especially after as a kid I hated the queer lifestyle.” Jax responded.

“You know, at some point, you'll hafta tell her.” Stella said.

“My home life is somewhat easy-going. She can find out when I'm on my own,” said Jax, starting the moped. “Off we go!”

“Pretty much told you about me, what about you?” Stella asked.

“Well the basic boy stuff. Cars, collecting things, I guess. I like porn and after my rebirth, my personality went askew. Extra hormones bombarded my body, new feelings and other bullshit. So I really like going to the mall and shopping. I like those girly manga, like Fruits Baskets. Now that I say it out loud, it sounds stereotypically corny and whatever. I spent a good amount of time in the drivers seat of the opposite sex, I started doing things, going against instincts.” Jax said.

“I know how that is. I was never like a rough, tough guy. My dad tried and sometimes still does to make me a real man. He always made me work on his cars with him and do yard work. It got worse when my mom died. After a while, I started to live her life through mine. Or something. Everybody thinks I'm crazy. Okay, it is crazy. It helped me get over it, I just like being a woman. I can rebuild a carb or somewhat tune an EFI system and I could care less.” Stella spoke.

“So what's with the guitar? How do you pull those riffs like an electric?” Jax asked.

“My mom taught me, I hope to start a band one day.” Stella said.

They pull up in the backyard. As Jax locks the gate, Stella states, “You don't live far from downtown.”

“My mama's still at work so we can just head straight to my lair,” said Jax.

Jax unlocks the padlock to the basement, Stella stands in the darkness as he walks over and turns on the light. Looking around at the set up. Jax smiles as he watches him look around.

“Dude, this is awesome. This is like the Bat-cave or something.” Stella exclaims.

“Me and my uncle did a lot of work. There's sound proofing everywhere and I have closets for Kiva's clothes and a finished bathroom. So, Stella, no one can hear you scream.” Jax said.

“Ha ha,” laughed Stella sarcastically.

“Can I have a kiss, Stella?” Jax asked.

“What makes you a bad boy?” Stella asked.

“So far, only two things have been remotely good, so through my strife, I hope you stay here.” Jax started.

“Just, get it out, Jax.” Stella said.

“Okay, when I needed more money, I pretty much whored myself. I've been nearly beat up twice and managed to knock them out and rob them. I talked to a friend of mine and she said I should stop. I've applied for a job, I have enough money saved to I guess break even with the crappy hours and paycheck.” Jax explained.

“That doesn't make you a bad person-it makes you a slut. Well, sluts are bad people too... anyway I'm not going to associate myself with people who do that.” Stella said.

“That's been my ongoing luck. I've pretty much lost my sister who was helping me when this all started. My first girlfriend, whom I had to be a girl to get, left me after whatever twisted period slash puberty ended, that I had. The one good person in my life, my friends is doing weird things to me. I'm tired. I'm going to leave this town and start over,” Jax said tearing up. “I meet you and through my past actions, shooed you away.”

“Jax, Jax, no. Baby, no. Keep what you are doing. You're not shooing me away. I think you try and do good. I think that you are going at this alone and found more needs. I struggle. You think my dad likes this? He always tries to throw my clothes away. Throw away my make up. The school board won't let me be me. Just do like you promised.” Stella said before he leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

“Please, don't play with me. I'm at fucking wits end, with this shit.” Jax stated.

“I'm not going to leave you. I need to ask about your friend, what did they do?” Stella wondered.

“She felt and played in my crotch while we were ridding my bike. Wanted to feel me change down there. I didn't know what to do. She claims to not have a crush on me, that we are friends. I asked if she wanted to see it and she was like hell naw. She said something about how she doesn't care for sex but wants to have sex and something about caressing my body. I just found an excuse to drop her off. She kissed me goodbye. I don't know.” Jax said.

“Talk to her. Ask her why is she a nutcase. Maybe there is something there you don't see.” Stella offered.

“She said we were just friends. And so far it was awesome, she kinda helped me after the fight that broke out in the club and I was knocked out. If there was something, I don't want to go making that choice between you and her. I'll stay alone before I hafta pick.” Jax said.

“Maybe she just wants to try something and wants to see what happens. Who knows.” Stella replied.

“I think I'll ask her friends about it first.” Jax stated.

“Well, I know what I want to do...” started Stella.

“A lil girl on girl action?” Jax said changing to Kiva.

Stella burst out laughing.

“Now I know, you are not laughing at me,” said Kiva snapping her fingers. “I am sexy!”

“Yeah, you are. Sorry, it was funny. Ooo, why don't I give you a make over! I mean instead of dressing in black all the time, why don't we go buy you some other clothes and some make up and...” Stella started.

“I don't always dress goth. I have other clothes. I don't wear make up, I never thought of myself as that girly. I mean I am still a guy.” Kiva said.

“I guess you can still look girly and still be one of the guys. But to find out we gotta go to the mall.” Stella instructed.

“Shit, let's go. After I change clothes.” Kiva said.

She walked over to one of the closets and picked out a pair of capri's. Stella walked over and grabbed a mini-skirt with a flower print and an orange spaghetti strap. He looked at her shoes and grabbed a pair of black converse chucks. He walked over to her dresser and tossed her the bracelet. Stella sat as she changed clothes. She dropped her boxers and grabbed a pair of boy-shorts, Stella has seen a glance at Kiva's vagina as she changed clothes as if he wasn't there. Stella got up and pulled Kiva's hair up in a pony-tail.

“That is the first time, I've ever seen a vagina!” Stella said like a anxious school girl.

“And you want to dive right in it. Sorry, we're friends.” Kiva said.

“Uhh...ewww!” Stella replied.

“Oh so that wasn't funny...okay, now that you're done dressing me up like a doll, are you ready to go? Kiva asked.

“Actually it was fun dressing you up. Kiva can be my dress up doll.” Stella joked.

“Now that's creepy.” Kiva stated.

“Hey, I gotta find a use for you.” Stella laughed.

“Don't make me hurt you. Let's go.” Kiva said.

As they walk in the mall, Kiva ask; “Why are we here again?”

“So we can make a woman out of you.” Stella said.

“You have money?” Kiva asked.

“Yeah, my mom left me money. Whatever she did as a guy, got her a lot of money. I don't like to use it, but when someone is throwing away most of your clothes...” Stella said.

“I thought we were just gonna hang?” Kiva asked.

“I told you, I was going to get you some makeup and I need some panties. He threw all mine away. Do you know what these jeans can do to your privates without that barrier?” Stella said.

“Sorry, I don't. Where are we going?” Kiva asked.

“To Lazarus, to get you some makeup,” Stella said pulling her in the store.

“But, I don't want to mommy!” Kiva yelled.

“What is wrong with you?” Stella asked.

“I don't know. In a good mood I guess.” Kiva replied.

“Okay, I'm going to match up with what you are wearing. Sit there and look pretty,” Stella instructs as he collects a few products.

Stella walks back over with foundation, lipstick, eyeliner pencils, et cetera. He applies a light foundation, and picks two eyeliner pencils.

“Why are you doing this for me?” Kiva asked.

“It's fun. It's something we can do.” Stella said.

“We've got a lot to learn about each other.” Kiva said.

“Be still,” said Stella as he started the eyeliner. Starting with black eyeliner, carrying the lines to a point almost like cat-eye's or anime eye's. Following that with a small amount of tangerine eye shadow. Just enough to see it there. Then he applied some burnt orange lipstick.

“What do you think?” Stella asked.

“Wow. Stella...I...thank you.” Kiva mustered.

“I tried. I'm happy you like it.” Stella said.

“So, like now what?” Kiva asked.

“We shop!” Stella said.

“Don't forget, we did come here on a bare bones moped.” Kiva said.

So, after they consolidated everything they bought in to three backpacks they bought at Journey. They went to eat and not to far away was Julie and her friends.

“Hey, Stella. There's my friend Julie over there.” Kiva said.

“The nutcase?” Stella asked.

“Stop it.” Kiva said.

Kiva waved at her. Frankie pointed and said something, allowing Julie to lower her head and stare real hard before walking over.

“Do I know you?” Julie asked with concern.

“You don't recognize me at all, Julie?” Kiva asked.

“No. Who are you girls?” Julies asked.

“Kiva!” Kiva yelled.

Julies face lit up, “Kiva?! Girl I didn't even know that was you! You look good.”

“Thanks. Stella did it to me. Oh, this is my friend Stella.” Kiva said.

“Stella, nice to meet you. I'm Julie and that's Frankie and Samantha over there. It was only a few hours ago, you were all goth. Now you're like, ah dunno a prissy hipster or something.” Julie said.

“I'm still goth, you loon.” Kiva laughed.

“So, is this what you went home for?” Julie asked.

“Not really. We kinda fell in to each other. I was on my way home and went through Stillwall. Ended up fighting these guys for Stella.” Kiva said.

“Yeah, they were gonna break my guitar and beat me up. Then he came and it was awesome.” Stella said.

“I know right, I saw him fight three guys right here in the food court. He kicked ass!” Julie said.

“Need more soda, hold on.” Kiva said walking off.

“Julie, I gotta ask you something.” Stella said.

“Yeah, anything.” Julie said.

“You kinda weirded him out. Why did you mess with him earlier?” Stella asked.

“He told you that?” Julie asked. “I don't know why. I couldn't help myself. What else did he say?”

“Not much. He was looking for advice, I guess.” Stella said.

“I've had that on my mind all day.” Julie said.

“He wants to get to know me better, so I can be his boyfriend. If you like him or something, please tell him. I don't want anymore pain in his life. I wouldn't mind having friends either.” Stella explained.

“You're not a girl?” Julie asked.

“No. I guess you could say I'm the poster child for a mama's boy. When she died, I started to live my life like her and it helped me some what get over her death. My dad hates it.” Stella explained.

“That's sweet. It's like the best tribute I've ever heard of. There's something about you, I don't know what it is though.” Julie said.

“Yeah, he said the same thing.” Stella said.

At the other table, Kiva is chatting up with Sam and Frankie.

“So, earlier today I went over Julies house and we went for a ride on my moped and was like feelin me up. Any insight on that?” Kiva asked.

“Wow. Dude. She claims not to like you so...” Sam started.

“I know. It's not like she's never seen a zerophiliac before or know how we work.” Kiva said.

“She sometimes has a weird way of expressing herself, dude.” Frankie said.

“Yeah but it was like she wanted to feel on me and out of utter confusion I asked if she wanted to see and she blew it off. She kissed me and told me how she wanted my body” Kiva said.

“She did me like that and I told her if we're just friends, then don't.” Sam replied.

“She might like you, talk to her.” Frankie said.

“My life has turned around. All this; friends, womanhood, love life, is new.” Kiva stated.

“Kiva, you look good. I've yet to see you in anything but black.” Frankie said.

“Sexy. Damn sexy.” Sam said.

“Yeah, Stella gave me a make over.” Kiva replied.

“You look beautiful. Really.” Sam said.

“That's got to be the most positive thing I've heard you say.” Kiva laughed.

“So, are you two gonna be an item or what?” Julie asked as her and Stella walked up.

“I don't know. We just met.” Stella said.

“Hey, if you two don't want her, I do.” Sam said.

“Stop being a slutty goth!” Julie laughed.

“I think we can work, I hope.” Kiva said.

“As long as he doesn't take you away from the dark side,” laughed Julie, giving Kiva a hug.

“You think we can work?” Kiva asked.

“All we can do is try.” Stella said.

Zerophilia: Looking Up

 “So, let's go for a ride.” Julie said.

“Just don't expect it to be like your bike.” Kiva said.

“It'll still be fun. Let's just go!” Julie exclaimed.

After getting it started back up, Julie hopped on the back and they were off down the driveway to the street. After they were clear from the house, Julie let go of the luggage bars and held her self close to Kiva via her waist. Kiva shifts to second speeding to around fifty, she could feel Julies chin on her shoulder.

“I feel safe on this death trap!” Julie laughed.

“Oh, ha ha, Julie.” Kiva said.

She comes to a stop at a traffic light and Julie scoots closer and slides her hands down the front of her pants. Kiva looks down in confusion as she feels Julies fingers lift her boxers elastic band away.

“Hey, sweetie; green light.” Julie whispered.

“Oh, sorry,” mustered Kiva.

“Can you show me?” Julie asked.

“Show you what?” Kiva asked.

“You said the medication left you with a side effect,” said Julie as she found her clit. “Prove it.”

“Can you...do it?” Kiva asked.

“Not without turning all the way, show me.” Julie answered.

Kiva took a deep breath and turned her vagina in to a penis. Julie grabbed it and her balls in her hand and messaged them gently. That's totally awesome, I wish I could do that, said Julie. She then started to stroke it, letting one hand free to grab her breast.

“Do...you...wanna see it?” Kiva asked nervously.

“Your junk? Eww, I don't wanna see your junk, dude.” Julie said returning her hands to Kiva's waist.

“I've gotta get some gas,” said Kiva turning in to a gas station.

She took out a small bottle of two stroke oil from her purse and added it to the gas tank before walking in the store. As she was walking back to the pump, Julie was leaning against the pump smoking a cigarette. Kiva was trying to figure out what just happened before getting to the pump. Julie noticed the pump beeping, so she started to pump gas. Kiva lit her one as well and sat on the moped.

“So, you like the new stuff my dad put on?” Julie asked.

“Yeah, it's pretty cool.” Kiva said.

“Know what else is cool,” asked Julie. “I got to meet another person like me.”

“Yeah, that is pretty fuckin dope.” Kiva said.

“Where do you wanna go?” Julie asked.

“I don't know. Do you like me?” Kiva asked, confused.

“Yeah I do. We are friends right? Why wouldn't I like you?” Julie asked hanging up the gun.

“I mean like a crush?” Kiva explained.

“Naw, chick! We're just friends!” Julie laughed.

They get on the moped and drive off. Julies hands never leave the luggage bars.

“So like are you bi or something?” Kiva asked.

“Yeah, I think all zerophiliacs are. Kinda goes with the territory.” Julie answered.

“Oh.” Kiva answered. Then it was quiet for a while.

“Hey, weird thing is; I'm a virgin, but I feel like a nympho sometimes. I have dreamed of having sex with another zerophiliac. Which is funny cause sex isn't even something I care about. I'm just happy doing me. I don't even masturbate. Isn't that weird?” Julie blurted out.

“Yeah, that is kinda weird. But, I guess it's better than what I've done.” Kiva said.

“You're not a bad person. It doesn't make you a bad person. It's just easy. With a body like yours, those abs and those hips, I wish I had those curves. Your body is sexy. I would love to caress you, James would love to kiss your body.” Julie said.

“Julie? I think I need to go home and think. Plan what I need to do.” Kiva said.

“No problem. Stay on the right path. I don't want my new friend to get hurt.” Julie said.

Kiva dropped her back off at home. Before she walked off, she looked Kiva right in the eye and whispered, bye beautiful and kissed her on the lips. Kiva was left confused. She watched her run to the house and give a small wave before closing the door. On the way home she stopped at this pizza place to pick up an application. With the moped locked up and Kiva safely in the basement, she changes back to Jax.

“Well, that was weird. I never expected anything like that from her. I just can't ignore that shit though,” he thought out loud to himself. “I mean, she sez she just wants to be friends but she's playing with my stuff, but don't wanna see it. Kisses me, tells me pretty much she wants to have sex and acts like nothing happened.”

He lights a cigarette and stares at the t.v.

“I wish I had Sam and Frankie's numbers, so I could ask them. Maybe take it to the board.” Jax said.

He gets on the computer and to the zerophilia messageboard and explains how he met another zerophiliac and how they found out how each other was. Then he told about what happened. All while hoping she wasn't a member there.

The next morning he got up early to return the application and got the job for a delivery driver. Because of child labor law's, he'll only be working a few days a week and within a certain mileage. When he got home, he ate a small lunch and decided to cruise around town. Riding all over downtown, making his way to Olde Velocity and trying to see how fast he could take the round-a-bout in St. Vincent's court, moved on towards stillwall going past all the little shops and bars and houses. All he could think is how he felt at home here. Seventy-five percent of the LGBT community lived here. He sat at the intersection of Dover and Picard and took it all in. A car pulled up beside him as he smoked a cigarette.

“Hey, nice moped, honey! Can I have a ride?!” Yelled some guy from the window.

“Next time, I promise!” Jax yelled back.

Jax turned east on Picard and something, more-so someone caught his eye. A girl was sitting in the park playing a guitar. Her pink hair caught his eye. He pulled in to the park and stopped by the bench she was sitting at. She glanced at him and continued playing the gutar. She was playing a rift to some rock song he could barely remember. When she was done, she looked him up and down as he sat on the moped, she noticed his three strap boots with his trip pants tucked in, his pink shirt and finally, his eye's. She looked in to his eye's and was feeling enticed by the two colors.

“I like your hair.” Jax said.

“Thanks. So what are you, some kinda bad boy wanna be or something?” She asked.

“No. I'm a Goth. I have enough problems without trying to be a delinquent.” Jax laughs.

“Oh, I thought you were one of those gay bikers kids or something. They always like to pick with me.”

“Why would they want to pick with such a cute girl?” Jax asked.

“You're not from around here are you?” She asked.

“No, I'm not. I'm just cruising around. The names Jax,” he said.

“You can call me Stella. How old are you?” Stella asked.

“Fourteen.” Jax answered. He got off the bike and sat beside her.

“I just turned fifteen.” Stella said.

“So, why do you get fucked with so much, you seem nice enough. You're pretty and I won't let anyone hurt you while I'm around.” Jax said.

“I really don't know why they fuck with me.” Stella said.

Just before Jax could say another word, two more mopeds rolled up where they were sitting. Two boys, one of them grabbed Stella's guitar.

“Hey, give me back my guitar, Jason.” Stella demanded.

“The freak is hanging out with another freak?” Jason asked.

“Look at his junky moped.” Said Brenden.

“My shit ain't junky, son. Give her the guitar back.” Jax said.

“The only thing I plan on doing is smashing this thing on the ground.” Jason threatened.

Stella got up to snatch the thing out of his hand but he pushed her and she tripped over the bench and fell.

“My mom, gave me that guitar!” Stella yelled.

Jax went to help her up and he heard a moped fall over. When he turned around, it was his. After he got her stood up he turned around to pick up his bike and Brenden pushed him on to it.

“Fuckin freaks!” He laughed. “You don't know who you're messin with, kid.”

Jax looks at Stella, those eyes she found alluring where now filled with a rage. He stood up and looked Brenden square in the eyes and told him, “You don't know who you're fucking with, little boy. When I'm done, I don't want to find out you still mess with her” With that, he leans back and head-butts Brenden with enough force to send him stumbling back.

“Fuck your dead mom. Fuck you and your shit.” Jason said, prepared to smack the guitar on the arm of the bench.

As Jax was about to go and take it, Brenden grabbed him and yelled for Jason to break it on his head. Jax stomped his foot twice and kicked his shin, when he let go he spun with a right hook and dropped him on his ass. Jason swung the guitar at his head and he ducked.

“That's not gonna fuckin happen twice!” Jax yelled catchinig and snatching it away on the second swing.

Brenden got up just in time to see Jax, kick Jason in the jaw. He stumbles and comes back before Jax kicks both of them in the stomach. He hands Stella the guitar and throws a few quick mock punches, ready.

The next time I find out, yall fuck with her, I'm gonna beat the shit out of you mother fuckers. The next time anybody fucks with her I'm gonna beat the shit out of them and you. I don't give a fuck if if it's some random nobody on the other side of town, you don't even know,” Jax explained. “Now pick up my bike.

Brenden picked his bike up, they both silently drive away. Stella walks up to Jax and gives him a hug.

“Thank you. But, they probably won't stop fucking with me.” Stella said.

“Stella, you're beautiful. If I'm not at work, I'll be cruising through here, watching.” Jax said.

He held her back, as she held him. He looked in to her eye's. “Your eyes...are a brilliant shade of blue. Your face is soft and round...” he looses his thought as he leans in and kisses her. She let's his tongue enter and clinches his back as he runs a hand through her hair. They stand and kiss for what feels like hours.

“You...maybe...I think you...should come over.” Stella said breaking the kiss.

“Just show me the way, Stella.” Jax said.

After Jax got the moped started, she sat on the back and he took off out of the park going west on Picard and down Kentucky street. She stopped him two and a half blocks down in front of a duplex. Jax got off and helped her off and she lead him to the right hand door. They went to her room where she held him. kissed. Stella dropped his pants and tugged on his boxers kissing just above his crotch, up his abs as he took his shirt off. Meeting his lips; Jax slid his hands under her shirt and gently up her sides lifting her shirt off. She kicked off her shoes and dropped her pants till she was in nothing but a sports bra and boy shorts, he took his boots off and stepped out his pants as they lay together on her bed. She was slightly curvy with C-cups. As Stella lay on him, she felt his erection.

“You wanna do this, no matter what?” Stella asked.

“Yeah...I do. I don't know why, but I open myself to you, Stella” Jax confided.

Jax then felt a slight bulge push on him. He pulled her boy shorts down, revealing a nicely sized dick. He rolled her over and kissed softly down her back, reaching around to hold it, when she sat up on her knees. Brushing away the hair; he kissed her on her neck and moved his hand to her stomach. Slowly stroking her, she moaned and reached around to stroke his. Stella laid on her back as Jax licked and kissed her dick. Then he sucked her and watched as she sat up just enough to take off her bra. Showing him her lie: Stella's a Steven. Jax stopped sucking and looking him in the eye, crawled closer and started sucking on his nipples.

“You don't care that I lied?” Asked Stella.

“Just because you didn't tell me, doesn't mean you lied.” Jax said.

“I give myself to you.” Stella said.

Stella lays him down and starts to suck and play with his dick before sitting on it, riding nice and slow. He runs his hands through his hair, Jax holds his hips. Stella leans forward to kiss him and speeds up as he starts to reach climax. Jax rolls over and lifts Stellas legs, slowly but hard pumping, giving him another orgasm. Stella goes behind and gives him a rim job before sliding it in. Before long he cums and Jax takes his turn, cumming hard. They lay, holding each other.

“So, is your real name Stella?” Jax asked.

“Yes, it is. It was my moms name and I took it.” Stella explained.

“Maybe...maybe that's why people fuck with you. If you're trying to be like her. They don't understand. Me, I think you're beautiful and it's your thing. I respect it.” Jax explained.

“Now what?” Stella asked.

“I don't know.” Jax replied.

“Maybe we could get to know each other. If we're so physically attracted to each other, we should see how compatible we are.” Stella stated.

“I like how you carry on her memory. I like that you live your life as a girl. It's special, like; I don't know.” Jax explained.

“So you don't look gay in public?” Stella asked.

“No. You could cut your hair and stop and I'd still be proud to have you on my arm. In a way you remind me of me,” Jax stated. “How did she die?”

“How? She was killed. She was kinda like a hermaphrodite and my dad didn't know. One day he found out and divorced her. He slipped up and told a friend of his who found her and with some of his buddies, made her show how she was a guy and woman. Killed her in between or whatever that means. He said she could change or something.” Stella said.

“Hermaphrodite?” Jax asked.

“Something like that, he called her.” Stella said.

Jax held his face and looked in to those indigo eye's and said; “promise me you will not repeat a word of this to no one.”

Stella nodded.

“I think you mean Zerophiliac.” Jax said with caution.

“uh-huh, how do you know what they are?” Stella asked nervously

“No one is to know they exist-we exist. The government is extremely serious with allowing the double lives and still keeping everything on the D.L.” Jax explained.

“I swear to god, I won't tell anyone. I promise. I don't wanna loose whatever this is.” Stella exclaimed.

“Good, cause this feels so right to me.” Jax stated.

“I still don't get how you are like hermaphrodites, can you show me?” Stella asked.

“Her name is Kiva,” said Jax changing.

He changed as Stella lay on him. He could feel his body change from male to female. He sits up and looks her up and down.

“Wow. You're beautiful.” Stella said amazed.

“Thank you, I really don't hear that enough. So you're completely gay right?” Kiva asked.

“Yeah, I am. I can't believe no one has ever said that to you.” Stella said, looking her over.

“Stella, this life...this life that we live is hard. Harder than living as a crossdresser, harder than being gay. My first girlfriend couldn't handle it. I was on medication that blocked my ability, I was stuck like this for a while when I stopped and she was a lesbian. I struggle with this. I set my self free and thought it would be better. It's gotten harder. Trying to live what is really two lives. I choose to be two people. I could keep living as a guy but not after what I've been through. If I grow to love you and you grow to love me or if you just wanna be friends with bennies, you hafta love and or accept both sides of me.” Kiva said.

“I think since I never had a chance to really know about my mom, because she stayed a woman, I couldn't love both of her, I can learn. I promise I won't hurt you.” Stella said.

“Do you wanna go for a cruise?” Kiva asked.

“Yeah, we can.” Stella agreed.

“Awesome, let's go.” Kiva said changing back.

They take off down the street and go downtown. When they get to first and Dragway, Jax lights a cigarette and turns.

“You smoke?” Stella ask.

“Doesn't everybody?” Jax retorts.

“Where are we goin?” Stella asked.

“Oh, I want to go downtown to this store.“ Jax said.

At the intersection of fourth and Dragway, Nikki pulls up near Jax and Stella. Stella caught her staring at them.

“Hey, that girl is staring at us over there.” Stella said.

“She probably wishes she as as hot as you are,” said Jax turning to see who it was.

“Jax, who's the chick?” Nikki asked.

“This is Stella. We met like three hours ago.” Jax said.

“Stella, this is Nikki. She was my first. She's the one I told you abut.” Jax said.

Stella frowned and nodded.

“Hey, my mom was a zerofeelic before she died.” Stella said.

“A what?” Nikki said.

“What he is. She was one too. I think it's pretty cool.” Stella said.

“Oh, yeah; I see.” Nikki said.

“So, what's good girl?” Jax asked.

“Not much. I got a job. I'm happy, you found somebody that can keep your secret. “ Nikki said.

“Yeah, I think things are looking up for me. I got job too. I met Stella and another friend at the mall a few days back.” Jax boasted.

“Hey, lemme see your eye.” Nikki asked.

Jax lowered his glasses and showed her his gray eye.

“Dude, that's kinda awesome.” Nikki exclaimed.

“He saved me from some bullies today. You shouldn't have let her go.” Stella said.

“Yeah, I know. It scared me and I ran away. If you like him, him and her, stay. He's good people and a person you'd want in your crew.” Nikki explained.

“I owe him.” Stella said.

“And Stella, he should be happy to be with such a beautiful girl.” Nikki said.

“You never called me that. Beautiful. I never felt that way.” Jax spoke.

“I'm sure I have, Jax.” Nikki said.

“No, you didn't. You should know that that word is something entirely different than cute or pretty. My friend Julie, called me that sincerely and it gave me a feeling I can't explain. I know I'm cute, handsome and sexy, I just never felt like that.” Jax said.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I never said it. You are beautiful. I mean it. I still feel for you. Kiva, you are beautiful and never think any less.” Nikki said.

“Yeah, babe. You are. Anyone who doesn't think so are retarded.” Stella agreed.

“Stop blocking the road. Move it!” Yelled a cop behind them.

“Okay, I gotta pick up something for my scooter. See ya Jax.” Nikki said.

“Yeah, see you around.” Said Jax.

They both split ways.

“I think we could work. We'd hafta work on the smoking thing.” Stella said.

“I know, you should start smoking.” Jax suggested.