Thought

I need to start writing again. More on that soon.






daemon

What does the Fox say?

Happy Friday!

daemon

The Language of Love

Powerful, evocative and memory provoking.

I can't get over the brilliant messages that are tucked like jewels into this beautiful short film. Media like this gives guys permission (and a role model) to talk about their feelings ... whoever they're for.

There's a wonderfully blurry line between love and love. I hope you'll share this if you agree that it'll help make the world a better place.
I am looking for my lost voice. Once I find it again, I will share here. In the meantime, I offer this. Something that touched me today.

I hope you are well.

daemon

Past time

Different Pulses

The rut has been left.
It was time for a change.
So I did.
More to follow.
Enjoy this in the meantime.

daemon

Looking

I wish I had something great to say here, but tonight, I really don't feel like I do. Something still compels me to at least get some words our, even if only to make a little sense of all the thoughts, feelings and questions whirling around in my head.

Yes, life has been busy and I am realizing that I need to take a break from the manic pace I have been setting for myself. I completely get that mentally, but it still has not sunk in. Today I took a look at my benefits form and saw all the hours of accrued vacation from this past year and had a hopeful wish that I could use it but, to be honest, I am not sure what I would do even if I did just walk away for a while.

I had high hopes for this summer. Lots of different plans for little trips and getaways. Sometimes with friends possibly, and others only with myself. I never planned them besides the occasional wistful musing. I didn't get away and now today I find myself in August. Where does time go when life gets so busy? Am I somehow hiding in work and activity in an effort to quiet some of the things inside myself I am a scared to face? That is a complete possibility. I know I have withdrawn from life as much as I humanly can.

I cannot hide from myself.

This morning I woke up and as I went through my morning routine, a question came to me. I stopped shaving and I looked as deep into my own eyes as I could.

"What am I looking forward to?"

Followed immediately by,

"Why am I even here?"

That is all I have right now.

Those are two questions I would like to answer.

daemon

Busy!

Hey, all. Life is crazy busy right now and I realized I haven't really written here for quite a while. I hope to sit down in the morning and update some stuff. Hope you are all well and enjoying your summer!

daemon

A story for tomorrow

The Wizard of Ahhhs

I thought this was great. Enjoy!

daemon

This morning

"Your smile each morning has made my day all week. I am very attracted to the body you live in

and there is something about your presence that makes me want to know who you are when you're not just standing there waiting for me to make your omelette. The morning you wore your glasses down here instead of your contacts made me giggle inside and wonder what you look like when you wake up.  Hi, my name is Daemon. I'm the one who cooks your breakfast."

My brain and mouth locked up  completely and  none of those words came out. I just stood there politely and quietly and asked him what he would like this morning. I've been in crush for the past five days. He stands there impossibly cute and intriguing and I am just a chef with a pan in my hand doing my best to take him all in while studiously avoiding eye contact. Only real attraction ever leaves me at a loss for words. Lust is easy to speak or bark of. This is something else. How can he effect me so? If this was a movie, this is where happy energetic music would start then I would say something incredibly witty and the plot would start rolling. He would smile, throw back his head and laugh then I would invite him for coffee after I get off work. He would agree with a curious look and leave me his number...

This isn't a movie.

And so I cook his eggs. I wish him a nice day. I stare at the back of his neck as he eats his breakfast and plays with his phone. I ask Jen at the front desk what his name is. She tells me. I smile.

Worlds apart.

He's a member of the White House Advance Team staying at our property this week in preparation for the President's visit. From his conversation with peers,  his manner and dress, he appears to be a political science guy with great  and eclectic taste in clothing and a brain that would stun a crowd. He looks scruffy in his work out clothes on his day off. His running shoes had a hole in the left toe. Red shorts look incredibly hot on those legs and ass. I could get lost in those eyes and that smile makes me stop breathing. He will leave when the team goes on, back to whatever strange, interesting and exciting world he lives in and has made for himself. The mysterious guy close to the seat of power and information, with a beautiful wink and a smile. I know he is on our team too but I can't even seem to communicate that with my eyes. Three more days and he will be gone.

I'll still be a chef, standing here with a pan in my hand, cooking breakfast for another slowly waking traveler. I'll be wondering where he is. I'll be wishing about who he was. 

A guy can dream, right?

daemon

Do your Job!

I run into these kids on a weekly basis while going about my daily life. I also have some friends who fit into this category, unfortunately. This humorous and blunt perspective makes me incredibly thankful for my parents, how they raised me and the fact that they had me get my first paying job when I was 14 years old. It also is funny as shit because it is true! DO YOUR JOB!

daemon