Wray_written
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Writing fun, good to do. Man do more of it. Man happy.
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Revelaraphobia
Hunched beneath the cracked window, he lurked, caught in the throes of fetishist-ic panic. Never had he had a chance to experience his greatest pleasure in such a robust and meaningful way. To overhear such words, such deeds - and be privy to crimes yet to come, while totally obscured to the two stern voices that occupied the back of a midtown restaurant. The experience was like no other, in no way diluted by his alleyway surroundings of garbage and assorted filths.
By Wray_written2 years ago in Fiction
Martyred in the mirror
"Women improve men". I decided when I was a young man, no more than a boy, that I would try to be a good person in my life. This is easy to decide as a kid, because being good is obvious. Of course when you start getting older, good becomes relative and you aren't ever sure if you're right, good, correct or justifiable, and you may decide to stop thinking about it altogether. When I was 17 however I met my current partner, and I refined my idea of how to be good. I am a man, I am straight, and I need to get a partner to help me do 'the correct things' in life. When my partner and I started dating, I first thought, that it would be nice to have someone in my life who liked me, thought I was attractive, and maybe I could have sex with. That perhaps these qualities of another human being would make life nice, while I was making life nice for others.
By Wray_written3 years ago in Psyche
Ch.1 Maige Beatha
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Towers now climb from once fertile soil, and scorched earth has become of the people’s arable lands. Great men with scales for skin and stones for hearts accrue their wealth through the sale and labour of their countrymen.
By Wray_written4 years ago in Fiction
My Fiancé's keeper
This is Dagda. We call him Daggy of course, as well as little buddy, baby, big boy and other nonsense. He is a Groeenendael x Bull Arab cross, who likes to chew on his toy skunk and sit on people when they're trying to watch TV . The name 'Dagda', derives from 'The Dagda' of the 'Tuatha De Denann', a supernatural race from pre-Christian Gaelic Ireland (can see the obviously Wikipedia sourced article here). My fiancé named him as such because Dagda can be seen as a big hairy Hagrid mutha who protects and teaches, and represents strength and wisdom. Our Daggy is an assistance dog, and his primary roll is to provide physical, psychological and emotional assistance for when my partner cannot keep her head above water all on her own.
By Wray_written4 years ago in Petlife
It's all relative
One might look at my life – if I could lay it out up to today in a neat and traceable fashion – and judge it boring. They wouldn’t be wrong; I’ve not had much in the way of exciting adventures, chances taken or run ins with the law. I spent my first 18 years trying not to be noticed, and the next 8 trying to be something worth noticing. Not get off on the wrong foot here, but I’ve heard all the doom and gloom about being young and how quickly it fades, and with that in mind you might sympathise with being Mr. Depresso over here.
By Wray_written4 years ago in Motivation
Trial by Spew and Sputum. Top Story - April 2021.
Vaccinations In light of our modern pandemic-culture and discourse around vaccines, I thought it appropriate to share a relevant story of my own experience. I think back to this memory when I consider the anxiety I cultivated for the next decade, and all difficulties I have had with other vaccinations, blood tests or simply the word ‘needle’. This story describes a defining moment in my teenage years and was a generally awful experience. Don’t fret, it has a happy ending.
By Wray_written5 years ago in Confessions
She was mine
Rantings and ravings at 1:05 to put off sleep as long as possible. I see her on some weekends. I have a picture on my fridge. I'm told I can see her whenever I want, and that I'll always be a part of her. I lie in bed at night wondering what will happen to her, if she's okay. Worse, that it keeps me up at night, I oversleep and I overcompensate for my missed work hours by staying up on purpose. The later I'm awake, the worse regrets come and things you must consider but that you can't deal with at 1:30 in the morning plague you between blinks. That keeps you up longer, and your outlook slides deep.
By Wray_written5 years ago in Petlife
Getting back at men named Tim
“You asked why I’ve been showing so much. We’re the only ones here so you’ve got time. Let me tell you a story. It was late on a Friday night, maybe 10 or 11. I was meant to meet my girl Brittany and our friends for a drink here, back when it was first opened as ‘The Hanged Man’. We were supposed to catch up and celebrate our years together, and years to come. Instead traffic, weather, family crises and burnt phone batteries blew our night to high hell in a special kind of clusterfuck you don’t see every day. So of course, it was closing in on Saturday when I learnt the last of my troupe weren’t coming and that I could look back on the night as a soloist. I remember leaning over the bar to motion the beard behind the booze and pay my tab, when a crash behind me drew his attention. In the middle of the commotion of broken timber and glass was an even more broken looking young woman. My first assumption of course was that she was drunk and needed a cab, but on further thinking I realised she had only been in the bar for close to 10 minutes, and seemed sober when she walked in. Of course, she insisted as well to the bartender that she wasn’t drunk, and he can fuck right off for bothering her. I’m not sure what compelled me to get involved - it must have been a last ditch attempt to make something of the night beyond drinking alone – but I found myself picking up pieces of wood and woman and settling in to see if she was okay. She was quick to share that her husband had cheated on her and she found out halfway through a glass of ‘Jetbird’ (pointing to the somehow intact bottle amongst the wreckage) by text moments prior to the outburst.
By Wray_written5 years ago in Humans
