Swing To Skin

In the news today its been reported that a lot of parents are in favour of letting the cane return to schools, and as someone who has been caned (on more than occasion) I am able to offer a first hand (no pun intended) experience of this type of corporal punishment.
I attended comrehensive school from 1981 to 1988, and corporal punishment was used freely for 6 of those years. You could be caned for any number of different offences, and they didn't have to be that serious either. (Although to be fair, if it was at the lighter end of trouble you could get lucky and be let off at the last minute). I recieved the cane ('cansen' in Welsh) on four occasions and it wasn't limited to the traditional six of the best. My 'sentences' were 4 strokes, 6 strokes, 8 strokes and 6 strokes, all over the palm of my hand. (I also recieved the 'slipper' across my behind in both junior and comprehensive but I'll stick to caning here).


Let me read your palm boy

excerpt from my story, 'Iron Abacus Oiled in Spit':
'Boy! Get in here NOW!'
'Yes sir.'
I hated standing outside the headmasters office/orang utangs lair, waiting for the cane. It was like awaiting death by electrocution, and just before the cane fell the caped clown would ask your religious denomination.
'Catholic?'
'No sir.'
Presbyterian?'
'No sir.'
'Methodist then?'
'I really couldn't say sir. Whenever I think of religion I bring bile...'
'Six of the BEST!' (Six lashes land on my palm)
And off I'd go to sting and simmer the rest of the break, and sit under a tree to immerse myself in more poetry.
(Whispers)

Don't Fan The Fantasy

Okay first let me say that I have been watching/looking at pornography since I was around 13 and im no prude who thinks its a filthy thing to be burned from existence. Indeed pornography (the normal legit type) keeps a couples relationship spiced up and promotes a very healthy sexual relationship. In short, I love porn! (And have amassed quite a vast collection on dvd *wink*)
But some men have difficulty detatching the fantasy from reality. They watch the porn where the women/men are prepared to indulge in every type of sex where no part of of the body is sacred (im trying to be as clean as possible here) and 'juices' fly onto cheeks and tongues in abundance. The performers are up for anything. (And yes! They even swallow!) And all this is fine and dandy of course, except when guys (its mostly us blokes) try to get wives and girlfriends to do the same things in the bedroom. (Or kitchen/living room/balcony/roof).


Open up and say 'Arrrgghh!'

Lets be honest here, who really has a wife that is willing to do half the stuff that happens in porno? (Put your hand down, lucky dude in the back with a nympho bride.) Would men really like to see their beloved wifey behave like a crack whore in a dark alley? I have a hunch that if those guys actually saw it they would be horrified and definately not turned on.
Yes there needs to be adventure between the bedsheets, and im all for trying new and filthy things but there has to be respect and a limit. Afterall these naughty minxes in the triple X movies are paid to behave like slutz. Of course they're up for anything! But I suspect if you saw your partner in a bukkake party you would freak the f**k out.
Like I said, every couple needs to be adventurous, I am no sexual wet sponge myself but I don't wish to dive fully into the fantasy because some lines are not meant to be crossed, and those who have dared have paid a very high price with relationships shattering like a million a*al beads. My motto is ~ Im up for anything but everything. Have fun!

Kidney Foil

Unbreakable

I have always thought of the kidneys as hard as nail powerhouses; unpenetrable, a mighty shell able to shatters fists, fevers and poisons like they were made from feathers. Strange isn't it? With my diet and lifestyle I often fear for my heart and liver but I never once spare a thought for my kidneys. I believe them to be all powerful, with the abilty to resist anything I throw at them.
Look at the picture above. Okay I'll admit those are lambs kidneys but the photo captures the organs perfectly; shining and hard, defiant in both colour and texture. If I were a poison I would think twice of taking those 'guys' on.

Ten Times As Big As A Man

The King in a cartoon

I thought I had imagined it, stirred up the soundtrack and photos from some wild childhood fever hallucination, but no! The King Kong cartoon series did actually exist and heres a picture from one of the adverts to prove it. A lot of folk that ive asked about this have given me blank stares but a trawl through the interwebz has brought forth fruit! The show was made in 1966 and followed the adventures of King Kong as he befriends the Bond family, and helps save the world from other giant creatures and robots.
What I remembered most about this show was the soundtrack which had a thundering chorus with the words "King Kong! Ten times as big as a man!", and was quite heavy for an animated childrens series. (You can probably find it easily on Youtube).
It was on when I was a child in the late 70's and early 80's, along with the Godzilla/Godzookie cartoon but most only recall the lizards show. Im glad I did a little cyber digging if only to prove to myself I hadn't made the whole thing up.

The Quiet Building

No too far from me in Carmarthen town there is a building with the word Freemasons carved into the stone above the door. I have never seen anyone go in or come out of it. The pub nextdoor is always full of life but this building just stands next to it, eerily quiet.
Everytime I pass I imagine shadowy people inside holding seances and designing UFOs, or plotting something sinster to unleash on the land. Nonsense of course but a terrifying reality in my over active mind where nothing is as it seems. And the complete differences between the pub and the Freemasons helps to enforce the belief that some kind of supernatural machinery is going on behind the doors of the Masons; the tavern filled with beer bellied drinkers and live sports on the big screen, laughter and shouts of joy or frustration bouncing off the walls. While nextdoor the Freemasons buildings sits in perfect silence like it is waiting for something unknown to mortal man.

To Bethena

I missed your love and kindness,
your soul of souls,
but beauty with its assorted delinquents and trinkets
never fades or wilts,
and 'tho I nest amongst adders in the dawn
I am at the gentle mercy of you always.
Those eyes, that smile,
a face which had all the answers
and hangs forever, a portrait in my chest.
Oh to have known you darling Bethena!
To have held your hand
and walked with you, both poets on fire,
a furious blaze all together smothering the page.

I gaze into your eyes, those chessnut pools
and know what might have been
is happening now in the emerald garden
where your delicate touch is freezing the furies.
Bethena! Gone before your time
but time itself will be your tribute
as those you Love remember you,
and this ode, testament of your inspiration
which reshaped the horizons of a distant hand.
Oh to have known you!
But content am I to know that you live on,
triumphed over crocodiles
and sending Love in butterflies...

@ Steven Francis poems 2010

The Art of F King

Friends with benefits. F**k buddies. We all know what it means ~ a friend to have casual sex with. No strings attached. Just fire off a text, 'meet 6pm in shed/bedroom/alley' then wham, do the deed and be on your way. Can it really be as simple as that? As human beings saddled with with emotions and all the headfuckery they contain, can two people get together to blow some steam, sweat a little (or a lot) then leave it at that? Well as much as I would like to be the worlds megaphone and speak for everyone, I can only speak from my experience and in that experience I say that we can. Without a doubt. Its easy. Ive done it myself, and on more than one occasion and with more than one woman. (Although sadly only one woman at a time).
Without going into too much detail (I know, a killjoy right?) one woman was a friend and had been for years, while the other two were ladies I had met via a text 'dating' service. (For 'dating' see 'one night stand'). And as long as both parties know at the beginning to leave all emotion at the foot of the bed, having a f**k buddy is pretty swell and not just for the obvious reason. Should you happen to be friends as I was with my first, it adds another layer to that friendship and the trust that develops is immense. It feels almost like being bonded by blood and can feel as close as you would with a family member, without the sexuality obviously.
Its intimate but without the chaos of love. Some people wonder if the sex is hollow when it is ONLY sex but these are the sort who shouldn't be thinking about getting involved. Questions are best left with emotion at the foot of the bed. Of course humans are complicated creatures but in that complexity we are able to find reason and answers and some of us CAN exist on pure sex; sex without the gravy. I developed no sense of 'belonging' to the women I had this sort of relationship with. We knew from the start what we wanted and what we only wanted. The jingling heart shaped bells and holding hands nonsense were left like empty crisp packets on a pub floor.
This all makes me sound like a Great White shark, ploughing through lusty waters for women to ravage, without a care for emotion but nothing could be further from the truth. I enjoy Love and being in Love with all of its fanfares and sickly scented dramas, but the L word has no buisness between f**k friends. Love and sex are beautiful when combined make no mistake, but sex is more than able to exist alone outside of the fluffy confines of 'I do's'.
Sure I hear the doubters and holier-than-thou mobs calling it nothing more than whoring around. They believe it to be two morally tainted people getting their kicks from sin and their offense rings through my ear drums like so many boiling lobsters. But they are wrong and ignorant. Where is the sin? Where is the burning in hell of two friends getting it on and banging away without any commitment? Nobody is being hurt or cheated on, there is no design for harm and mischief. And to be perfectly blunt, if I meet a woman for some fun and we both get what we want out of the back alley party then you can stick your morals under the grill, toast them, butter them with a dollop of envy and bon apetit! I find it perfectly foul when some folk feel the need to interfere and pass comment (or worse, judgement) on others lives. As I say, its envy. Some of us LIVE life, others don't. Or can't.