This is chapter 13 of my novel "COMFORT." Read, enjoy, comment! c. 2022 by Steven L. Orr #saintorr #nycmasseur #m4mmassage #stevenorrwriter #steveorwhat

What a strange and bizarre lesson to be learned--yet another--from an anonymous text I received at 5 AM on New Years Day 2022. A wake-up call of the coming year I wonder? Well, it is the year of the tiger. Below is my reply to "it," the texter, whom I shall refer to as Miss Soul-less; Dear tired Miss Soul-less; If you had read my blog entries in their entirety you would clearly see the facts; that I was victimized by one thief and con artist, whom I christened "Fat Anthony F

Check in 12-25-21 #nycmasseur #saintorr #steveorwhat #fabulousfaggotry #m4mmassage #m4mmassagearts

A strange day. A friend pointed out to me what a hard edge I can have; or more bluntly "You Sometimes can have a tendency to be extremely unkind. Cruel, narcissistic and grandiose were some other choice adjectives my so-called "friend" used to describe me. Processing this at the moment he shared and later on, I agree. What then is kindness and how can we manifest it in daily life when all the elements of living in New York can conspire to create impatience, negativity, ha

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https://saintorr.bandcamp.com/track/pagan-moon-bilateral-stimulation-mix This track is a one-hour seamless mix of Pagan Moon from my OCEAN VISIONS album. It contains a deep, rich, alternating Bilateral Stimulation pulse. This is my own private mix. To me, the levels that my engineer (beloved though he is) set in his version of the Master (for Spotify and Distrokid, my distributor) made the mix sound distorted so I have uploaded my own mix here. Let me know (anyone) if the lev

This is a picture of my neighbor's daughter taken in my kitchen on that fateful late morning of 9-11, 20 years ago yesterday. Sophie was quite pissed off at being hauled out of school by her hysterical (with good reason) mother. Of course, who wouldn't be pissed off at the events of that day? I wanted to post a lovely photo of the Twin Towers (at the base of the South tower looking up, that delicious curve of the architecture), I'd taken on one of "photography artist's dates"

Spectacular Fireworks yesterday--as seen from my roof 7-4-21...visual ecstasy... Shout outs from me of thanks to new clients (and new review from B on Queens Blvd. thanks so much!!!!!) G a few days ago and today M. M--the blindfold was a great, hot, fabulous idea! Back on unicycle tomorrow...took a few days off. Balding tire from my practicing so much--had to order new one! Huge meltdown during music lesson last week! I need to simplify and (again) try to rediscover the FUN

a poem #nycmasseur #saintorr #quixoticqueer #quixoticqueen

Not a Kardashian cunt and never the intention to be one. But damn I wish I was more butch in my damn videos! LOL! Tonight I made $180 roses. Thank you P. The work was especially welcome as the cunts next door were/are now STILL having a big "show-down/ho-down" of a party in the back, all lit up. Ew the sound of cunt voices makes my skin crawl. Guess I should be grateful as all the action is forcing me to sit down and do some music. And it is a Saturday. And it's late. And th

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The Vibe is Always different I believe man sex is a changing, fluid thing; or it IS if you are in touch with your emotions, feelings and body-mind. Is your sexuality healthy? We are not machines. Au contraire, we are of the earth and more akin to the ocean with its tides. For some reason the contemporary myth is that men’s gender and sexuality should be “set” or we should know our so-called “roles” and stick to them. This is sheer nonsense. I know as a queer/bi man I have int

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Jezus Mary and Joseph and all the saints combined! Some of the boys at BLINK on Ave A are TDF (To Die For Mary Ann!). I am so glad I activated my SILVER SNEAKERS membership there. Move over beaatches--Daddy's got to pump it up! Kind of embarrassing as I'm positive that my fabu purple tennis shoes with the worn out soles (major holes in the bottom, fit for a tramp) were quite plainly showing as I was doing the pull up machine right in front of this particularly gorgeous kid. I

Thurs. night biking adventures, while navigating the "Mean Streets" of NYC; a visit with a hot cop, etc. #nycmasseur #saintorr #stevenorr #fabulousfaggotry #quixoticqueen #steveorwhat

One dove sang To the other And the other Laughed back like a loon We were meant to suffer We were meant to cry But in between sorrows We can float coast-to-coast Or soar to the moon One boy Dancing with others His feet on the dancefloor burned. Then time turned him Into a hardened man And he, in turn All love spurned Time became a building A cave become a home Till the shackling of his heart, Made him yearn to roam. And the years Became a heartache In his flesh and bone And t

Said Lis to me yesterday in front of Tomkins Square Park. She was dressed in a color-coordinated purple dress and top. The conversation changed. We then covered circumcision, castration and cunts. Lis bent over laughing on that one. I did too. What fun talking to this woman whom I'd known off and on since moving into the East Village in 1979. She was besties with Elizabeth, my honey-haired last girlfriend who looked like a movie star but whose cunt felt like a monster. Ow. Ew

Male Spring 2021 Pale green budding Peeping from limbs Cool, fresh wind Caressing whips On my skin Tendrils of trees Scantily dressed Tapping, scratching Like skeletal fingers On this tomb- My livingness Pan’s pipes play The rites of spring As it stretches, reveals and undresses Among shy crocus, smiling daffodils I try tender caresses But for time, deep folding In the creases clumsily Revealing seasons Upon my face Waiting and wondering Listening for a sign I perk up, then

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Or shall I say "the entitlements?" Yesterday, I went with my hostess to French Nails in Plymouth, MA to get a pedicure. If anyone has been following my novel or my posts (Chapter 8 "Of Men and Feet" from my novel COMFORT), you know I had my very own Foot Slave for 17 years. I neglected to mention that he left me a lasting, almost indelible legacy of my very, very own; that being a fungus infection in my right big toe, probably as a result of skin to skin penetration, i.e., my