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Ah, the joys of self-imposed censorship by the author. No, we Canucks do not wait for the authorities to censor our material, we do it to ourselves.

 

It is always the right of (s)he who yields the pen (or keyboard) to have second thoughts and decide not to move forward into the public domain with certain texts. The reason(s) are the authors and we, their reading public, can only bow to their decision.

 

Till next time, Bidboy.

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By a special request, I'm reposting the story that I had posted, then removed. Please enjoy this tale... again.

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Pooner Diaries: Truth

(originally posted 14 July 2011)

 

I know you've been reading these stories for a while now. And by now, I imagine that you're probably wondering about me. Who I am. What it would be like to be with me in person. You want to know the truth. So you've been reading these stories, poring over every clue, every detail. Trying to put the pieces together, and to figure out who the feathered enigma behind them is.

 

I'm going to break it to you gently. You won't find the truth in these tales. Looking for the truth on an escort review board is a search for the proverbial needle in the haystack, a pointless snipe hunt in the electronic age. For as this business is the fulfillment of fantasies, entertainment in the most intense sense, my tales are light fabrications of the sexy kind. Like my times with the ladies, my tales are meant to be enjoyed, savored, then forgotten. Till the next time.

 

What's that you say? You're still curious? Well, perhaps I'll show you the truth sometime. You see, the truth could never be anything I could say, or anything I could do in these words here. You might glimpse a glimmer of truth in an animated discussion over coffee, unrestrained laughter as I tell a funny tale. Perhaps there will be a spark of truth in a quiet walk together down a tree-lined lane on a hot summer night as we near your home.

 

The truth is in my fingertips on the back of your neck, my lips grazing your cheek as I move closer to whisper in your ear. The truth is in my hands stroking your hair as I gently kiss your lips, as if it were for the very first time. The truth is in our thrusts together, wild and free as we share our pleasure. The truth is in the little explosions we both have, where the world is lost to us for the briefest of moments where we are together but alone in our joy. And the truth is there when we lie together, skin cooling, our limbs twined together.

 

The truth is there because it is when we are together I am bare to you. I will have no words to hide behind then. It is then that you see my face, hear my voice first hand. You'll see me naked. Not just because we are skin to skin, but also because you've looked into my eyes and peered into my soul. It is there that you'll find the truth you seek, and who I really am. And like art, you won't know what the truth is, but you'll know it when you see it.

 

And I know you'll find it.

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Yes, indecision is definately a terrible thing Birdboy. What will you do? What is it that you really want to do to me? I know how deep your words go and what they mean. Oh Birdboy, I am truly honored that you reposted this story just for me.

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Birdboy never fails to fascinate his readers.
I fascinate my readers endlessly. My fans face to face? Well... hey, did I tell you I fascinate my readers? ;) :D

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Holy OMG , You are a really great writer. Have you ever considered putting in the energy to write a book. They already have a "Secret Diary of a Call Girl" that would be cool if there was a Secret Dary of a Pooner

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Thanks, Tina. Yes, I've considered it. ;) Perhaps someday.

 

These are tales that I've lived and written about and there are some that I am still living. As Natasha Bedingfield had sung, "...the rest is still unwritten."

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