Copy of That time I took a s*** in a Swedish Mans Mouth

Hello, ________!!!

If you're looking for a blog about your future then go back to my blog and click on the last 2 blogs before this one.

****The Good Luck Horoscope is the most applicable, but people are vastly cranky in the immediate week ahead thanks to fast shooting aspects overhead. But, it's nothing to blow your brains out over.

I'm going to write here about my idea of what makes a successful relationship. It's an opinion piece, although I do have blogs here that point out who your soulmates (and enemies) are. Those are divinatory.

I provide readings 365 days a year using the esoteric and Gods strong arm as my tools. Call or chat with me on www.keen.com, it's free to register, all new users get 3 free minutes, and it's anonymous, 100% confidential.

All 10 minute or longer paid readings with me include an email with additional omens. Beyond the questions you've asked about and from the feedback I've received they're the "best" part of reading with me.

One of my brothers recently started to make YouTube videos, I have a lot there as well, and he was talking in his last podcast about some man that channels a spirit that talks thru him....

I am not that man.

I test the spirit in accordance with the bible.

My readings are non denominational and I refuse to speak to anyone or anything that isn't holy.

That wasn't always the case, when I was young (I'm 33 next week) I used to be open to whatever wanted to commune with me. So, long as the information was accurate. I also spent a lot of time with people who claimed to worship Satan. Before children and college I was a bit of a social butterfly.

My norm kept me busy on trips, constantly seeking out new encounters, new people, art, music, film, places, never turning down invitations, orgies, wealthy older men, going nude, or psychedelics.

That was a long time ago, over a decade now. But, I am who I am because of the life I have lived up to now.

I'm a far cry from that girl now.

In my womanhood I only hang out in the buff once every year for my annual self portraits, I never do drugs, hardly ever go anywhere exciting, I rarely accept any invites unless they're for an under 12 year olds birthday party, and wealthy older men still prefer 21 year olds.

I do accept the occasional orgy invite, 1 every few years when I'm baby free. Joking...

I believe being in the circle of hippies, bohemians, artists, intellectuals, self proposed Satanist, and people too powerful to name that I became who I am today.

Even if it was all a decade and longer ago that I found myself in secret clubs, in secret places, with secret people, engaging with secretive sources, to reveal secrets that only God should have shown me.

My life in the last decade has brought me closer to Go.

To a morality that is more in line with how God wants me to behave and that is suitable for a Mother (gave birth 9 years ago and ended all of my riveting ways and adventuresome moments). I would say I was a Nihilist prior to pregnancy, now I'm a devoted believer in the 1 true God.

God does take all of the good people under his wings, regardless of what or whom they identify as their "deity" or deities. FYI. That includes atheist experiences their own beliefs when they die, i.e. the end of the line for them is when the worms start munching.

I've been thinking of successful relationships, marriages and friendships that are indelible. The one's that make it thru all of our own personal metamorphosis, the one's that help us on our path, and the one's that were short but, impactful.

Life is changing thanks to Uranus in Aries then back to Taurus and it's most evident already for those that are Aquarius, Aries, Leo, Scorpio, Taurus, and for them the changes I had over a decade are about to begin.

Keep a close eye on friends and relatives of the above signs as they'll blossom into a totally new person in the 7 years ahead. You may have already begun to see God's signs.

I've already encountered the intensity of Uranus in the past 14 years myself as my Natal chart was creating Gods best version of me for that entire time period. He's still working on me, but I'm like a cake at this point in time waiting for the decorator, and someone to eat me up. Or put me in the freezer.

11 years ago today I was in downtown Seattle, having met up with one of those self professed Satanic worshipers...

My Friend we will call L. There was something I liked about L the 1st time I met her, I'm not sure if it was her 6 ft stature without heels, the fact that she was naked and spinning her nipple piercings in my face in less than 30 minutes of our greeting, or the fact that her filthy bedroom was covered in sugar skulls and home porn.

She had a look, vibe, and presence I loved immediately, her music taste however, was lacking. Lords of Acid. Yuck.

L an I enjoyed one and other and had a strange relationship for a few months, but this is about 1 particular day in late November 2007.

L and I went to meet some "friends". Her friends. I don't know if it matters, but L was married to a marine (she still is). But, L is a slut and her husband was and is fine with it. By slut I mean... L would fuck you, ______. Male, female, hermaphrodite, fat, hairy, skinny, smelly, poor, rich, whoever you are - L would shag you.

We went to a house that's nicer than any house you've probably ever been (there are a few exceptions, hello CA and NY!). But, even the lawyers out there have probably not been in a house as grandiose as our location was....

The men we met there were friends of L, we drank, we swam in the indoor pool, we did enjoy things that could have gotten us arrested, and I enjoyed the #3 (my name for the Sweedish professional).

He was an intelligent man, shaved head, great figure, over 6ft, thick accent, blue eyes that looked like the bottom of the sea. We all had a good time entertaining one and other, forgetting about the real time, like a harem of Sirens that turned onto one and other.....

My #3 had a dirty secret.

He had something he'd wanted for a long time.

Something that he'd yet to have.

But, he wanted it.

He begged for it.

That "it" was for me to shit in his mouth.

I was 21 years old and as madly in love as you can ever be when you live a Godless life.

It's difficult to take a shit in someone's mouth. In case you're wondering. But, I advise coffee lovers to try it. Apparently the Mcaffe security guy is into it too, but using a hammock and a hole.

You have to 1st prep the area, which takes a sort of sultry dance on its own.

My mind wondered what other subjugation my sweet, steely eyed Swede was into.

I demanded that he prepare a room for us. He willingly obliged. I brewed coffee, I swallowed some laxative in the bathroom, used the bidet, and gave myself an enema that had some sort of magic in it.

He'd made himself comfortable, laying naked under a komode (portable toilet seat) and he was SO HAPPY. I entered the room and paced, like a caged wild cat, we made banter, I chugged.

Eventually it was time.

I thought of Roman lovers, I imagined the men and women covered in oil as they went around conquering the world and fine tuning syphilis.

I thought of swingers in the 60's and 70's, of men I'd penetrated on their request, I thought of old pornography from decades past I'd seen, and I thought - this is new.

I sat above him, looked down, took another sip, and I shit.

Right. In. His. Mouth.

Most of it landed on his chest, the smell was something unreal!

I gagged at the laxative/solution/coffee shit that he was smearing all over his chest and his huge, cut, hard cock, and I knew I had to leave.

I couldn't hold it in.

I ran out of the room. I laughed. I laughed so hard I peed myself a bit.

And, then I snuck home.

L and I continued to be friends, I never returned the Swede's calls or emails, but, I'd still consider him a friend. One that I loved, until I shit in his mouth.

What's the pint of this story?!

It's 11 years later and all I have done today is listen to Zappa, pack my sons lunches, shit in a toilet, and work. The only orgasms today were self inflicted and consisted of thoughts involving fingers, tongues, and toes. My dinner plans consists of distant relatives, spaghetti, and my Mother. My evening plans consists of waiting until 930 PM to smoke a puff or two of marijuana after my sons are asleep. And, to work on my work, which, nobody understands.

Thanks to Uranus, I now use my sexually enriching ways to give psychic readings, volunteer my time, and to be a good human. God rewards me with gifts and a life that although presently sexless is nonetheless rewarding in all the ways that he see's fit to make it so.

Who you are today is not who you will be in 2025, not by a long shot my friend.

What you want, who you need, and all that you love and desire may be disappearing as fast the ice in the Arctic.

Embrace change. Read my Blogs. Call or Chat with me on Keen.

Together we can find the answers you need to know now about your future.

It is not uncertain.

We can see which relationships will and are meant to proceed as we continue in our trans formative experiences this week.

Life has less emotional highs and lows once we clear December 3rd, 2018. I prescribe good music, good eating, and praying to everyone until then.

God's walking with you, _____!!!

Much Love,

MG