Intention...

What a word huh?  This is what I like to call the "why".  It is what matters most as it alone is what truly drives the heart of man.  It's never the "what".  People do things as their minds would have them calculate for an end result.  Like planting a tiny unseen seed that is germinated with each consecutive move.  When the end result is seen as something fucked up had it been done outright, this is what most will do.  These folk always tend to keep the "what" in check as something they can easily excuse or explain away.  Where gestures are simple...everyday common occurrences that fit perfectly within the context of the circumstance.  Watch these folks long enough and you can always decode the truth behind the "why".

Consider the woman at the gym.  The slim but curvaceous woman with shape for days that wears everything two sizes too small.  Nothing is left to the imagination to the point there really is no need to get her naked.  Now I ask you, you are going to a gym to sweat your ass off.  You are going to be bending over and getting into all kinds of funky positions.  What the fuck are you doing dressed like this?  You go to a place where there is no room for cute...lookin like you just want to show everyone everything you got.  I had a few incidents where these types saw me working out in front of a mirror and decided it prudent to stretch and bend right within my eyeshot.  Right in front of the fuckin mirror adjacent to mine.  It annoyed the shit out of me because I went there to train.  In any other place, that would be welcome but there?  Wrong fuckin place, wrong fuckin time.  This is one of the many reasons why I work out at home.  Now, that's the "what".  If I would have turned around and said "Hey, I'm not interested!!!", I would have been met with feigned outrage.  She would have lied about the "why" and said "Relax, I'm only stretching...this is a gym you know?".  OK fine...so you say nothing and just ignore the spectacle.  Oh and the outfit?  "Oh please, this is workout gear!!!".  Yeah that's right...because they bought it at Modell's lol  You know what?  They would be telling the truth...on it's face.  She would have given every other reasonable explanation as to "why" because the "what" fell into context.  When the reality was, this chick meant to be seen.  She went to be desired.  She wanted the Alphas to make her feel like an Alpha and maybe pick one up in the process.  To me, that falls under the category of "game".  Shit I no longer can stomach.  Tell me what you fuckin want and get it over with.

Now, while the example above is a bit blatant, others are so obscure they can nary be seen...but I see them lol  Some just want to be the shit. I've seen people just gravitate towards the unavailable simply to satiate their ego.  To be able to say "You see, I can get her if I wanted".  Consider the female boss.  She's in charge and she's passable.  She's happily married with two children and some insecure asshole thinks that she would be the ultimate challenge.  He doesn't want her nor does he find her all that appealing.  He just wants the satisfaction of knowing he can have her if he wanted.  So how does he reach her?  She, out of respect for her family keeps herself at distance from her subordinates which makes her hard to get to.  So...what does he do?  He does what all con men do.  He inches closer through camaraderie and a seeming interest to learn from her.  He makes it known that he is open to innocent conversations about "work" and keeps them short...at first.  Once a good working relationship is established, he slips in a bit of playfulness as the door begins to widen in her mind.  She trusts he respects her marriage to the point where she allows herself to become vulnerable and then ultimately...confused.  He waits for some alone time and that awkward stare.  He's got her.  This piece of shit is happy with himself while she is left now questioning her love for her husband.  She looks to start conversation and he is now disinterested.  He got his reward.  Now, what do you think he would he say?  "What? I did nothing wrong"..."We talked about work and didn't do anything wrong".  His intentions remain hidden within the context of "work".  No one but God could ever accuse him...but he would still be a piece of shit.

I've been amazed at how stumped women get when I've approached them and said "Hello, my name is Moses and I saw you from over there.  I find you attractive and would like to get to know you better...may I sit down?".  I would get an astonished smile almost every time.  Simply because I told them the truth.  The truth people.  If you have to hide what you're doing then there's a reason why.  Maybe it's something you shouldn't be doing in the first place.

It's not always easy to be transparent but it's rewards far outweigh the risks.  Leave the games to the children of this age that giggle every time the blocks fall down.  Be real...and in all things do your best to be honest.  You will find it less exhausting.  Haven't you heard that it's easier to do your work than to try everything you can to slack off?  Anyway, that's my lesson for the night boys and girls...sweet dreams...

~Apollo

Chapters...

"...will you still love me...I know you will..."

I met my great grandfather Vicente Ramirez in Puerto Rico when I was just a young boy.  You would only know he was old by his sagging sun drenched skin.  Underneath was a muscular physique and he had the handshake of a bear.  I asked my father how old he was and his reply was "I don't know...he doesn't know either".  Every morning he woke up to tend the fields only to return at midday at which time he would then tend to his loving wife and no, she didn't know how old she was either.  A few years later, he would finally pass on.  He stubbed his toe out in the fields and never tended to it.  Allowing gangrene to set in just below the knee.  They had no choice but to amputate a large portion of his leg and this now kept him immobile...a state that would bring about his death.  His age was of no consequence to him.  In his mind, he had a purpose.  He had things that needed doing and so long as he kept his mind on his purpose...that's all that mattered.  My great grandmother would pass just a little while after him.  I suppose loving him was her purpose in life...

Today I turned 40 and it means absolutely nothing.  It came and went like any other day.  People wonder why I look so young.  I can say genetics but that's only a small part of it.  I guess I just don't bother with age.  You want to know how old I really am?  Look into my eyes and you might just see decades.  I see many measure their existence in spurts of time but I see no real significance in seconds, minutes or hours.  I see significance in events and moments you will never forget.  Holding my sons for the first time.  The first time I prayed for the love of my life.  The first time I explored my true passions and my unending story of a soul seeking it's true worth.

Chapters begin and end with determination, smiles, the touch of love and the loss of the same.  I have many chapters written...and I have many more to write.  Never afford time the power to make or break a dream.  Never give in to the idea of "It's too late".  It's only ever too late when all effort has been exhausted....not because the clock says so.

I will live forever...until the day I die.  Even then, I shall live on...in you...

~Apollo

What's Left...

After the dust has settled?

Acceptance 

And beyond that?

What grace is yet mine to have :-)

~Apollo

Tonight...

No pithy phrases...

No poetic flurry..

Just another dose of reality

This one didn't hit as hard.  It's only sting was a deep disappointment.  One I had been waiting for but secretly hoped would never happen but it was only a matter of time. 

When one lives as much as I have, you see patterns within the construct of the human soul.  You know when X takes place...Z is just around the corner and sometimes you hope beyond hope that Z will hit lightly but when it hits hard, it does irreparable damage.  It's like watching a boxing match.  Your fighter gets knocked out in the first few seconds and the way he goes down makes you turn away.  All that smack talk.  All that bluster.  All that training didn't mean shit in the end.  He did the one thing he knew he should never do.  He ran in heart first only to be met by the knock-out blow to the head.  Humans make "foolish" decisions all the time and his exuberance to get back in the ring was his biggest mistake.  He didn't study the fighters.  He didn't feel out the terrain.  He chose to fight exactly the way he did in his last bout only to land flat on his back.  This is your soul-friend.  You feel it as he does.  

Now, in the ambulance on his way to the hospital, he opens his eyes and sees me there.  He expects "I told you so".  He expects a play by play of his error.  I say nothing.  I just let him know that it gets better.  It's time to rest now.  That's who I am.  You see he never told me he was entering the ring again but I knew.  I saw it happen and said nothing until he thought it right to tell me.  Now that he has, it is my time to be his corner man.  I've been in the ring just enough times to know what will happen and how bad it hurts to be wrong.  I've been hit with the same blow by the same mistake.  

A blow I fear I will never recover from.

I suddenly open my eyes to find myself sitting in the stands waiting for the fighters to enter the ring.  Maybe the outcome will be different.  Maybe she will prove me wrong.  In either case...I'll be right by her side till the end...

Shit...it's what friends do...

~Apollo

Paint By Numbers...

"...I want to drink you sober. I want to feel you...want you to be my lover..."

Paint by numbers...a nifty little program designed to teach novices how to paint.  They are told that green is the number two on the canvas.  That black is the number six and so on...  I believe it is just fine to teach this way but in order to really call something art, it must be expressed from the inside out.  In this, there is life that breathes through every crevasse of that canvas.  Strokes change by feeling, mood and temperament...like a man possessed by the moment.  That is real and lasting...pure.

So I have stolen the name of this teaching tool to identify the novice that does his best to read up on books to satisfy his lover.  Yet instead of following his own path after absorbing the benefit of another's experience, this novice adhere's to the letter of all he reads and begins to implement a "one size fits all" approach.  Memorizing technique and movement...a lick here, a twist there along with the gratuitous "what's my name?" showmanship lol  Fine, good, nice...but at some point, while he's doing his "thing", he looks up at her and her eyes are open like she just passin time.  He sees her mouth the words "what the fuck" lmao  At this point all he learned goes out the door and he begins to rehearse in his mind all the chapters with the intention of throwing everything at her but the kitchen sink (unless of course he thinks she might get off on that too lol).  What a fuckin disaster.  With confidence in his abilities shot, performance anxiety kicks in and the hard rocket he was sportin turns into a wet noodle...that's all she wrote folks.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm just really tired"

What did he do wrong?  Was it the books?  Was it his adherence to the letter?  No and no...it was much more than that.  Folks, some sex books can be priceless so long as they are kept in proper perspective.  When a man writes a sex book, the reader should not look at what he did to satisfy this nameless woman but rather what state she was in that allowed that spring to burst.  The dirty little secret is something so simple most will dismiss it and opt for some "porn-learnin" lol  Good, a part of me don't want you little boys to know this anyway.  

It's less than technique.  It's less than bravado.  It's all about her...  

In order for a woman to reach orgasm there has to be a level of trust that allows her to be that vulnerable with you.  Now I'm not talking about chemically induced inhibition.  That shit usually turns out sloppy, dead and forgettable.  I'm talking about that inhibition you will remember and revel in.  You're sober, lucid...and given in.  You must create that environment where there is beauty in every naked flaw.  Where she is not judging her body as if in front of a mirror.  She knows you see her and she is still beautiful...desired.  This is a place where there is no judgement towards what she wants to say or do...you are down no matter what (unless of course she's a freak and you have an aversion to objects making their way up your ass, yeah that's kind of where I draw the line)  This is like setting up the canvas to begin painting.  If this is constant with the one you love, set-up comes naturally...it's "easy".  Now, we may have a bunch of assholes out there thinkin..."shit I can do this, I know just what to say".  Well I got news for you little boys.  This sort of thing takes depth and maturity.  Why?  Because in order for this to be effective...it must be sincere.  Oh shit, there's that word!!!  I know I just lost about 75% of you right there.  Go back to your "porn-learnin"...cause yeah uh, all that's real.

After your canvas is sprawled out before you, it's time for you to paint like a blind man.  Feeling your way through.  Relying on subtle movements and what they mean.  Where are you going wrong and where you going right is all there in her body language.  Take time to learn it, to breathe it in.  So that when it's time to exhale, you will only express "her".  Now my friends...you can paint.  You can create nights longed for and remembered.  Most go in looking to conquer and that's where they fail.  Go in looking to sincerely surrender and that's where you'll find your reward.  

What is my reward?  Knowing that I had a small but instrumental part in the moments bliss of someone that I deeply care for.  For me, that's more than enough...  

~Apollo

Shit I need a drink lol

There Are Days...

When things seem to be standing still.  Where nothing happens.  The train you're on just stops.  While the train is moving, you imagine your destination to be everything you hoped for but when it stops?  You do your best to ignore the symptoms associated with being immobile.  You know it's not even a bump.  You know all will be OK because guess what?  You're still on the train...

You know for sure it will start up again and we'll be underway.  In the meantime...there's some other stuff that needs tending...

~Apollo

Eye Of The Beholder?...

Are you sure about that?

Tonight, I'm all about the "pet peeve" and after watching this video and others just like it...damn I was right lol

If you've read my previous entries on this blog, you will notice how much I despise the insidiousness behind the creation of lemmings to advance an agenda.  Unfortunately, we can even see how the media has pushed an unrealistic perception of beauty that has left many men and women striving for the unattainable...all in the name of "moving a product".

Keeping things real, we have to admit the truth.  The first thing one sees is the physical to measure attraction.  That's normal and if anyone says otherwise, they're deluding themselves but what if everything you see in that pic is manufactured?  What if it's all just make-up?  Have you ever thought what these celebs really look like under all that?  No one really gives thought to that anymore.  People rarely give thought to anything anymore.  They drool over pics people put up on Facebook or dating sites.  Mesmerized by the standard "T and A" shot.  Shit, any woman can arch her back and attain the same shot at just the right angle.  I'm sorry to say but that no longer impresses me.  In any pic, the only truth that can be found for me in terms of beauty...is in the eyes.  You can't Photoshop intensity, pain, fire, lust or real passion.  If you know how to look, it's all there.  The eyes never lie...

To understand where I'm coming from, you must understand that I'm coming at this from the bodybuilder's point of view.  I have trained since I was 12 years old and through my training, I was just like everyone else.  I bought the magazines that instructed me to train like the behemoths...to become one myself.  I figured I was on the right track but never saw the same results.  I even bought the latest supplements.  Going so far as to enter a promotional contest to become a spokesman for EAS.  I still didn't see the same results.  What was missing?  Steroids.  Yeah these guys trained this way and yeah, they also used these supplements but to change ones genetics there is no easy over the counter pill.  No, these guys took into their bodies all kinds of shit to enhance their bodies muscle building capability.  For years they denied they popped D-bol like candy and hid the Test injections from the general public.  Today however, they readily admit it and no one gives two shits about it.  In truth, I don't either.  If they are competing in the bodybuilding world, it is something they are now forced to do to stay competitive.  That's all well and good, but what about the average Joe?  Men see how women drool over these men and want the same reaction so what do they do?  They begin to pursue the same type of chemical enhancement and they do so not knowing what to take or what to watch out for.  At least those in the bodybuilding profession earn prize money and endorsements.  It's their profession.  These other numb nuts just want to look good.  They see the perfect bodies in the photo shoot not knowing that it took these guys weeks just to prepare for one days shoot.  Not knowing that these guys look like shit in the "off season".  They have no idea that those pretty little lines you see are nothing more than extreme fat loss measures, diuretics and lighting lol  Something anyone can do for a short time but never soundly maintain.  Given that I know this, my gauging of beauty had drastically changed.  Yeah her ass looks good but is it real or is that the result of an arched back or even silicon?  She's got a beautiful face but what does she look like in the morning? etc, etc lol

Where's my point in all this?  At one point I gave up trying to emulate anyone.  I don't want to have Sergio Oliva's arms or Arnold's pecs.  At one point I just decided to start looking in the mirror at what God has given me to improve upon and the rest for me became history.  I train now for different reasons.  Looking good is just a bonus and as such, my zeal for training has lasted.  So people please stop judging yourself based on what looks good on TV or a fuckin magazine.  Do not even try to emulate what the media is pushing on you when it comes to beauty.  Accept that God gave you a template to work with and to build upon.  Make yourself the only "beholder" that matters and improve as you improve in more important ways.  Let that be your sole motivator.  If not for any other reason than this...you can trust that what you're seeing in the mirror...is in fact, real...

Perfect imperfection is worth way more to me than what is pleasing to the eyes in the manufactured moment.  So yeah...gimme real...everytime...

~Apollo

To Realize A Dream...

"...faith without works...is dead..."

I could remember sitting in a dimly lit room alone with a man.  He was a child psychologist.  His job was going to determine my mental state in the middle of a heavily fought custody battle being waged "for my own good".  Of all the questions this man could ask, the one question that stood out for me the most was "do you have any dreams?".  I asked him to explain and he just said "you know, something you would like to do".  I tell this man "yeah, I'd like to fly".  He says "Oh, so you'd like to be a pilot?"  I said "no, I'd like to fly...like Superman".  He said..."Oh...OK" and then proceeded to write in his 25 cent notepad.  After all was done, I was able to peruse some of the paperwork from the courts.  To my surprise, this state sponsored quack wrote that I was "deluded" and "unstable" due to my answer to that question.  He even wrote that for the lawyers..."He said he would like to fly like a superhero"...yep fuckhead lol  I told my mother that I answered what he asked me.  He didn't ask me about my goals in life or even what I would like to do "when I grew up".  In a dream, you can do anything at all...even fly but when did that become a goal?  I understood the distinction as a child but somewhere along the way the dream that requires "belief" took upon itself the expectations of a goal.  Yes...a goal.  Something that requires more than just "belief" and nifty tear jerking background music...

Today, we have too many people living in their self-imposed delusional dreamland.  They think that if they "believe" enough, things will somehow materialize on their own.  Only problem?...reality can be a mother fucker and when reality hits, all dissipated belief settles into a pile of depressing mediocrity.  Does that mean that dreams are not worth having?  Absolutely not!!!  Just keep in mind that wishing upon a star means shit without a plan, a contingency plan and the "family be trippin" break plan lol  In other words, be prepared as though this were more than just some fleeting fantasy only worth a daydream or two.  Make it something more...something tangible.

Take a look at that seven story wall.  Look at it's very top.  That very place where your victory lay.  You ain't got no damn cape and your mutant climbing abilities haven't made it through the evolutionary process yet.  No people, you have to fuckin climb.  Sometimes you have that ladder built by those that went before and all you have to do is use that same template for success.  Other times though, you will have to create your own ladder...one fucking rung at a time.  Ladders that you must be prepared to get knocked off of.  Ladders that will break on you.  Ladders that will tire you out to the point where you will take any distraction you can get.  If your dream is worth anything at all...keep in mind that in order to have it manifest, you have to treat it like a goal.  Blood, sweat, muscle and tears...one rung at a time...

Oh by the way, for those of you that expected the dream to materialize on "wishes" alone and have given up?  Be free from a depression brought on by something society has minimized.  Do all now you must do and get your ass back on that fuckin wall...

~Apollo

I Remember...

I took this video in 2012 when I was struggling with insomnia.  I remember staying up for 48 hrs till I fell asleep.  It was one of the hardest periods of my life.  I had a hell of a 3 years in my old place.  It was more chaotic than anything else and all the wild that lay dormant in me revealed sides of myself I never thought I would ever succumb to.

Yeah, I was a mess but in that mess...I found out all I was really about...

The name of this particular piece is "In Darkness, Awakening" and was part of a larger series of photos.

~Apollo

Y Entonces?...

"...Don't think about all those things you fear...just be glad to be here..."

Shit just got real...;-)

Sometimes you just have to hold your breath, close your eyes...and jump...

~Apollo