Scars

One of the first things we experienced together was the fantastic mauling of my dick. She had a birth control device that involved plugs and plastic wires, sharp little plastic wires. I had a demonic desire that would not be denied. I swallowed her, as I do, voluntarily thrusting home again and again, for days and weeks on end. The little wire, conveniently placed for easy extraction is not designed with the well endowed man in mind. And here I was hard as the Rock of Gibraltar and straddling, willing woman beneath; me, riding on that herbal cloud, I paid little attention to the inconsequential pain of a small prick. That rutting mauled my dick and left scars. But I love them.

I have learned to live with them and I know how they behave. Today I noticed that … those scars are healing. I can tell because the itch is deep. It’s fresh skin under there; it’s the scabs finally peeling off. I see this as I doctor my wounds and I realize two things at once. I acquired these wounds over three years ago and they have never healed, not like they should. And that I loved her even then. I loved her while with every thrust I voluntarily mauled my dick further. But now, I see improvement. I am sure they will leave deep scars that will itch forever but they are healing and so am I.

That relationship was … Hard and FAST, it was Deep and VAST. It was not meant to become volatile though. It wasn’t supposed to turn out like it did. I promise you that my friends I had no intention of creating the scars I created. Those scars are like the relationship deep and vast and though they may heal I am sure that they will itch forever and I hope that she’s healing.

One of the first things we experienced together was the mauling of my dick but one of the last was the mauling of our relationship. I know neither was intended and I know that the creation of one set of scars was more pleasurable than the other and I do truly hope that we are healing. And though we’ll always have and remember those scars, I hope they are the good kind, the ones that remind us why we were in love once.

I Am the Dragon King

I am well aware that in some places around the web, people see my screen name and wonder what the hell it means. I have been accused of being self-centered, conceited, and arrogant. I've been called cocky, vainglorious, and overweening. Most of this is just because of my screen name. Funny though, nothing of the sort happens with davinkwriter.

Well, let me assure you that while I may be many or all of those things none of them have anything to do with my screen name. I am here, the great guy that I am, to help you better understand the name in front of the man.

We can start simply enough. My name's initials are D.K. I have always carried that with me as far back as I can remember. In my circles, I was always D.K. before I was anything else. Further than that I have always loved Dragons. I love the mythology of dragons. I love the longevity of the myth, I love the pervasive depth of its hold on our psyche. I have always, like the D.K. moniker, carried dragons with me.

Forward through time and following a dozen Hip-Hop nicknames, some as fascinating as Ricochet 'The Bounce Back New Jack", I was again simply reduced to my name, D.K. I carried that with me and in my spiritual search, a search all too common when life is so uncertain, I rediscovered my dragons. I learned the depth and breadth of the legends and I associated myself with them. Turning back to the music I loved so much I spoke about a hustla riding solo taking on the world. My music and my dreads earned me a new nickname, one only relevant inside.

Screwface they called me, named after a Dark Man in a movie called "Marked For Death". I embraced it and created a catchy title, "Screwface the Dragon King." He was many things I am and he was many things I'm not. I became him for some time. Maybe it was a defense mechanism, maybe it was an escape. for a long while we, Screwface and I, were one and the same. We lived each other's lives. I don't know when Screwface fell away, but the Dragon King remains.

I wrote an album called Zen and the Ways. Originally it was supposed to be called "Rise of the Dragon King". I never quite got the Dragon King song done so I had to shuffle that idea to my sophomore effort. I did eventually finish the song. You can listen to it on my old ass music page.

In the end, It's a name I carry like all of the others I've carried. It's one I love and it says a great deal about me. I have been the Dragon King for so long now other people know me by it. So, excuse me if I use a name that means something to my life instead of MasterDomGiantDick1975. I am, always have been, and always will be The Dragon King. 

Life ... Love ... Bullshit

Life ...

It is what it is isn't it? We are supposed to have it all figured out by now but I know people twice my age, twice as successful, twice as smart who don't know the first thing about what I know. We are supposed to have a handle on this thing. Our relationships are supposed to be deep and fulfilling and for the most part the relationships in my life are, until they fall in love with me and then that is the beginning of a long road to heart break. Life is simply one tick, one tick, one tick and we can only live it one moment at a time. There are things I've never intended but they exist because in that moment I dodged instead of ducking or I walked instead of running, or a stayed when I knew I should have left. I know that none of us live alone in this life, we live together. I know that my actions have far reaching effects and i accept that and I live my life accordingly.

Love ...

This is the tough one isn't it? Love. I remember a time in my life when i simply didn't believe in it. I had no reason to believe in it. There wasn't a single moment in my life that taught me that I should. Everybody wanted something from you, first and foremost for me to be what they thought I should be; or worse what they thought they should be able to make me. Some construct, a golem made in their image of perfect. But I am already a perfect construct made in my image. I know what I am and what I want to be. No one can love me like me. No one can stand where I stand. This is not to say that I haven't learned a thing or two about love. I love my daughter more than I ever thought I could love anything. I loved and love my ex-wife. I loved "she who will not be named". Love brings pain, and disappointment.

Bullshit ...

You know what's bullshit? Let's bullet point shall we?

• Starting a relationship one way only to decide to dance to a different tune when it suits you
• Talking private business to your cronies
• Allowing said cronies to bash the one you claim to love
• Wasting my life that's bullshit
• Changing the rules mid-game without consulting the other players
• Never noticing
• Being so caught up in your own misery that you refuse to live or love
• Low balling or reneging
• Thinking I m going to be anything other than I am ... that is total bullshit

I could go on but I think you get the gist. Live and love but know that there is a huge chance it will be a huge pile of bullshit.