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Journey 206 ~B’s In Love, Virgil~

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Bye-bye, Love. Things I can say about my dog and my ex-girlfriend. But this week, I should be reading all about her. My effable, breedable ex. But somebody else is living that dream. I’m reading fictional accounts. If only B knew. B’s In Love, Virgil

Friday, January 23, 2026

Journey 206 ~B’s In Love, Virgil~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… And not share a review? I’m not in the mood. And I’ve already cried twice today.

One of those being from an effing mobile game. 2:30 in the effing morning for a forty-one-year-old to play Whiteout Survival. I can’t handle rejection anymore. Braxton accepted me. Barking, “You want… every… single second.” That was my son, my Braxton. But no, I won’t be watching 2004’s Dawn of the Dead on the 31st. I don’t think. Doggy movies… Only I’ve gotten into watching The Mill (2023) and Spontaneous (2020). And why is that?

It doesn’t matter, and it’s next week’s problem. Last night, the question was, what’s next?

Do I continue with Pledged To Him 9: An Unconventional Romance (His Sorority Harem Book Nine), or A Life Together: A Slice of Life Contemporary Harem (The House Husband’s Harem Book 3)? Then there’s Braxton…

“Pinch me, pinch me
‘Cause I’m still asleep
Please, God, tell me
That I’m still asleep.”
Barenaked Ladies ‧ 2000

I could honor my boy by reading Yes, Pets Do Go To Heaven!: How to Communicate With Pets In The Afterlife, Understand Signs & Why You Will See Them Again. How does that honor B III, again? And V is only five. Four of which have been in abject terror.

Try “forty-one stony gray steps towards the grave. You know the box.” Pop Culture ha!

Because I don’t want to talk about M Anime. Her story or stories? Effing incredible.

Sophia, if I remember nothing else about her, M Anime had a breeding kink you wouldn’t believe. So is that why I was crying last night? I would have been leaking another bodily fluid. Eww! But I was reading about Jackson Breeding his bride-to-be, Yukiko.

It was women like Yukiko Tanaka, Tia Tanaka, Syren, Lulu Chu, and let’s not forget Hentai that got me into Asian women. And if we talk about brunettes… Forever Ever!

But anyway, Breeding. That’s what M Anime and I should be doing right now. Saturday?

She’ll be married to someone else if she isn’t married right now. Why’s that, Sophia?

Breeding. She wanted children. I wrote, okay, so babies. If anything, I was just surprised.

So either she can’t read, or I can’t write. In either case, she’s “Gone.” And so I torture myself with her words, my depraved wants, and Latina women, if you’ve ever wondered about the covers. B would have loved her and Virgil… Not right! Not write! B’s In Love, Virgil

1818 Days Without B III, Day 1259 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 205 ~Braxton NOSE Women, Virgil~

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“I loved, and I loved, and I lost you, and it hurts like hell.” I’ve been singing that a lot: my firstborn, my potential missus. Then I’m reading about a guy with three women. All brides? Where’s my woman? B would’ve known. Braxton NOSE Women, Virgil

Thursday, January 22, 2026

Journey 205 ~Braxton NOSE Women, Virgil~

1817 Days Without B III, Day 1258 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? My day? Well, I’m sitting next to Virgil. Not your Favorite Girl or M Anime.

But your brother, who was asleep last night, gratefully as I read “Pledged To Him 8: An Unconventional Romance (His Sorority Harem Book Eight)” by Neil Bimbeau. Or he was faking it, waiting for me to go to bed. I woke up at 3:45 AM with all the lights on…

Anyway, this is more a conversation for Lady Sophia, but “we men, ain’t we? Glory! Anyway, so I’m reading, and you know your Dad. I’m like an effing Oracle! I have a nose for books. And each one tells me exactly what I need to hear. A man who lost his wife gains a harem and marries a group of his girls. Three to be precise. Two blondes, but an Asian girl is number one.

“Pinch me, pinch me
‘Cause I’m still asleep
Please, God, tell me
That I’m still asleep.”
Barenaked Ladies ‧ 2000

So M Anime? She was my number one. But she was from Puerto Rico. We’ll get to that B III.

Only I was thinking that the closest I ever had to a harem was your Favorite Girl, M Anime, and Cherry. I’ll never forget how you chose your Favorite Girl. You hated her for months and then sometime in April… Not to be confused with “Sometimes in April.” That movie was effed up and a true story. Braxton, your Favorite Girl, lay on the loveseat and covered her face. I let you go. “It’s Hard Out Here for a Pimp.

“I got a snow bunny and a black girl, too. You pay the right price. and they’ll both do you.”

Kidding! But you sniff her all over and next thing you know, you’re besties. Traitor.

Again, kidding! That’s for next week. But you love her.

You would be going on twenty-one this year. I wish you were here, son. I’d have to place you on M Anime, and you could have sniffed her out. I would have kicked her out…

Yeah, right! Yabbos blind Your Daddy. Some nice melons, and who cares what you think? All I know is I “Just can’t stop thinkin’ ’bout you,” well, M Anime this week. You are my son. Your Favorite Girl and I were “Just Friends. But M Anime? “I’ll Be His Misses.”

Braxton, she ain’t singing that to me. She’s not my Anya Jenkins, Julia, or Melina.

Honestly, your Dad is Forty-One and maidenless. And I’ll never be, buy three engagement rings rich. But you remain. And Virgil. Braxton NOSE Women, Virgil.

“It feels like I’m dying. I’m so scared all the time.” ― Mara, Spontaneous (2020)

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Journey 203 ~Just B Here Virgil~

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She’s not here, and I doubt she’ll ever be. And how many years were M Anime and I friends to suddenly go, now you’re just “Somebody That I Used To Know.” I knew B practically his whole life. But no wife or kids here. Me, Virgil… “Just B Here Virgil.”

Tuesday, January 20, 2026

Journey 203 ~Just B Here Virgil~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? So why play “Things You Can Say About Your Dog But Not Your Girlfriend” Wife?

“Be Here Now.” Isn’t that from “A Dog’s Purpose”? That reminds me… WTF! I should read yet another book about dog loss next week. Currently, I’m reading another HaremLit book, but we’ll get to that. Like Sunday, January 31, 2021, Saturday, August 13, 2022, Forty-One Effing E-Days. But “You And Me?” I swear I didn’t want to cry today. Effing Lifehouse! Effing Sunday, August 24, 2025. Who would I be if that day went differently?

A “Lonely Soul” sitting in the middle of a “Mad World.” Me and the mutt? Do I mean Braxton’s little brother, Virgil? Tarnished and maidenless, a “geek” playing Elden Ring. Not even a man? Land? No, fatherhood is the epitome of manhood. And some make me out to be androgynous…

“Pinch me, pinch me
‘Cause I’m still asleep
Please, God, tell me
That I’m still asleep.”
Barenaked Ladies ‧ 2000

No! You, my love, know I’m all man. But if you weren’t here… Hell, I’d love to be Johnny Sins. I’d fornicate till my cock turns blue. Effing my way across the seven seas. Forever?

If I didn’t have you, my love, I’d end up like Kaoru from Slaves to Passion/Hana Dorei. I would lose myself to… Beautiful but boring. Did I mention I’m reading “Pledged To Him 8” by Neil Bimbeau? What woman would let me have such a life? Cuck, Harem, and more.

How many women do I know who would allow a harem? Well, there’s you, mistress… Have we gotten there yet? Is that something we could both be here for? Because what caused Sunday, August 24, 2025. I still don’t know.

Children? I want to be a father, you want to be a mother, and what comes next? B and V?

They get to be big brothers. Chihuahuas and all. Like Braxton, “You Are Not Here.”

Honestly? That’s what I tell myself every morning, and then I’m proven wrong. My sin?

“Too sexy for my love. Love’s going to leave me.” Yeah, that’s funny. If anything, I haven’t been here for all the days that I’ve mentioned. I haven’t left the exam table where Braxton died. I haven’t risen from the loveseat the first day I got Virgil, and gasped, “What have I done?” I haven’t left the bed since “the breakup.” Or the place where I was born. But I’m expected. Just B Here Virgil

1815 Days Without B III, Day 1256 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 199 ~Will’s BV Book Club~

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Join the club, cult? I’ll never join MAGA, FDT! But don’t I want that kind of power? I know people, or instead I’ve read books by people like Neil Bimbeau, Michael Dalton, and my Ex. The only reading club I belong to right now is Will’s BV Book Club.

Friday, January 16, 2026

Journey 199 ~Will’s BV Book Club~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Or should I write you a review? Is It A Crime? Or how about an excuse?

Excuses sound best to the one making them… Or something like that. But I’m breathing. I’m out of bed and on the loveseat once. Surrounded by “Glow Boxes,” as I believe Braxton thought of them. And not one of them is a book. We both can agree that my writing leaves much to be desired. Yeah, it stinks. Then, on another, I’m conquering the “ice age.” “Whiteout Survival.” Why am I still playing that again? It’s cold and biting, ok.

Virgil and I can’t do that in real life, it’s so cold… Or am I lazy? There wasn’t any ice on the car this morning. And then there are reactions to a writer who I’ll never be, Stephen King. Or do I want Denise’s Yabbos?

“Pinch me, pinch me
‘Cause I’m still asleep
Please, God, tell me
That I’m still asleep.”
Barenaked Ladies ‧ 2000

How’s that for a love letter? I’ve been thinking a lot about what I’ve been writing and not writing lately. And I damn near had a panic attack yesterday about words I had written down on Wednesday. Lady Sophia, I hate MAGA, the Cracker Hats, and always FDT, no question. I got two words from them: Nuremberg Trials. So they know their way around crimes. But I’m African-American. “First, let me explain, I’m just a black man.” I shouldn’t be akin to this evil. Hell, taking my B III’s life wasn’t evil enough? I know?

Sophia, I trust my morality way more than Trump’s. Says the man that wants to own a brothel, a porn studio, and one day wants a Harem-type family, Lady Sophia.

Effing M Anime! You know I’ve watched and read a lot about Cuckoldy, NTR, and Harems. But when the woman I, lov… Whatever! But she’s in some Cuban guy’s Harem.

And as I’ve said, after the 24th, I’ll never mention her again, but that’s a lie. I have to finish “Nightmare At The Meat Market” and “Cries Come Women Come Country.” Those stories are about her “hopes and dreams.” They’ll suck more than Braxton’s story.

However, I want to believe that “Someday, when my life has passed me by…” Seriously?

I want people to have people clamoring, I want a fan club, hell, I want a damn cult for my writing. Yeah, he read The House Husband’s Harem one day, whoopee! Will’s BV Book Club

1811 Days Without B III, Day 1252 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 198 ~A CAPITAL B Virgil~

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I figured I’d leave my boy before he left me. He’d see 20, and I would finally do something about my bipolar depression. Hell, I had that way before I even met him. And I got Virgil from “behind bars.” Yet I SEEK my own punishment… A CAPITAL B Virgil

Thursday, January 15, 2026

Journey 198 ~A CAPITAL B Virgil~

1810 Days Without B III, Day 1251 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? My day? First and foremost, I’m feeling glad that I made it back to you.

“I ain’t happy, I’m feeling glad.” But honestly, my face hurts (I fell asleep in my glasses), and my fingers are frozen. And if I’m going to get effed, hopefully it will be before Tuesday, SIGH. Eww! And I didn’t mean that kind of effed. Door or back scratching, no.

“Time of the Season?” Braxton, “Every Day Is Exactly the Same.” But in January, sh*t!

While I repeat the day you passed away. It seems I want to repeat the same emotions I had over the course of the month. And the primary emotion included the phrase “Please put your hands behind your back, sir.” Then you died, and I actually deserved some jail time. And I know I’m going to Hell. Ninth Circle bound.

“Pinch me, pinch me
‘Cause I’m still asleep
Please, God, tell me
That I’m still asleep.”
Barenaked Ladies ‧ 2000

So today at the Day Job was practice. And I think I get what Milton/Nicolas Cage was saying in the movie “Drive Angry.” Did we ever watch that B III? Your Dad and his films.

Burning is nothing? There was the RAGE I felt that whole week. There was the ruttin’ for way wrong things. Full Transparency? But most of all, I remember the shame, B, I had failed you.

I was burning through pages of books that brought the two of us nothing, all so I could work at the place that killed you. My Day Job? The only people next to me. Seriously.

Didn’t I mention rutting? What was I looking at, lusting for, just leering galore, and I thought I’m in trouble.

And that leads me to M Anime. I told her I’ve never met “A Girl Like You” before. And I’ve never met a fur buddy like you, Braxton. I met your little brother, Virgil, in August of 2022. So should I meet a facsimile of M Anime around March 2027? I don’t think so, B.

“I’ll Never Fall in Love Again.” Actually, while I was freezing in that truck today, I believe I was singing “Teen Idle,” you know, “Oh God, I’m gonna die alone!” But I have 2-V, B.

And the first time I got arrested, you weren’t born. Terrible or terrorist as a father, a boyfried/husband, a writer, and a man in “Capital Letters,” I did it “My Way,” A CAPITAL B Virgil.

“It feels like I’m dying. I’m so scared all the time.” ― Mara, Spontaneous (2020)

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Journey 196 ~Virgil, There’ll B Times~

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Tick tock. TikTok. When I wake up, it’s usually to the song “Easy Street. My breathing is anything but. If anyone’s reading, you and they know. I wonder whether she knows? Busy with the new hubby? B’s on the Rainbow Bridge. “Virgil, There’ll B Times”

Tuesday, January 13, 2026

Journey 196 ~Virgil, There’ll B Times~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? And “The World Will Know!” The funny papers. A sex tape? New York Times Bestseller.

When I write one. Eventually. Can Erotica be considered? Did I ask that honestly, love?

If anything, I rather it be for one of B III’s books. 2-V’s? We’re way too early for that one. And what about my life story? I have to start living it—The Shawshank Redemption.

“Get busy livin’ or get busy dyin’.”
The Shawshank Redemption

Seriously, every day I tell myself I’m going to start, but I find myself right back here, minus my Braxton. And if Virgil isn’t here… Well, things I will do. That I will create, eww, but since he is here and I have you, my beautiful wife. Again, I find myself, like Cody Rhodes, asking, So, what do you want to talk about?” I have the time. Well, no, but I bought a “clock factory.”

“Pinch me, pinch me
‘Cause I’m still asleep
Please, God, tell me
That I’m still asleep.”
Barenaked Ladies ‧ 2000

I don’t think that’s what they mean by buying time. But there’s never time. Darling…

Why do you think I want to stay so busy? My hands look, love, and lose. And today I was looking at next week and the week after… “You know that’s a game that I hate to lose.” Love? And so I’ve been thinking more and more about what it would be like to “Drift Away.” Not this Saturday, but the next is the 24th, and after the 31st. It’s as if Sunday is trying to escape my wrath. And I’m telling myself that after the 24th (5th Month Anniversary), I’ll never speak on that subject again. And the 31st? I’m going to be crying about Braxton forever, my love.

It’s going to be a hard two weeks. “Pictures/Pussy On My Phone,” thank you, Wheeler Walker Jr. And my dear Braxton… That son of mine is bigger than my heart and other things… No wonder my heart was broken when he passed—effing time, beloved.

Memories. And no, I’m not a fan of CATS. I do mean the musical; the fur buddies are alright by me. And one day, I’ll have time, unless you’ve seen how MAGA has been acting lately. AI or Trump is going to kill us all. So again I look to my special drawer, my armory.

I want to protect my family—you, my woman, our wonderful children, and B’s work. I’m still alive. “Times Like These.” Virgil, There’ll B Times

1808 Days Without B III, Day 1249 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 192 ~Book B, Verse V~

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I got eyes, I can see, for now… And who really wants to see and read how hateful MAGA has been? Read this, Eff ICE! Eff MAGA! And FDT! And may Renee Nicole Good rest in peace. And what about my son’s book, 1984, and Big Uns? Book B, Verse V

Friday, January 9, 2026

Journey 192 ~Book B, Verse V~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… But no book review? Braxton’s book makes me cry. And not in a Bestseller kinda way.

And besides, my reading list today has comprised of bills, battles in Whiteout Survival, and “Beef. It’s What For Dinner.” That takes me back. Way before the births of my boys, Braxton and Virgil. Back when I could tell my Ma, “Someone made a mistake” with my existence. Now it’s “Someone made a BIG goddamn mistake!” Same with effing MAGA.

Have you heard about that woman ICE killed, Renee Nicole Good? Eff ICE! Eff MAGA! And always and forever, FDT! That’s not what that’s supposed to be used for… Seriously.

But should I tell you more of my “life” story? Or what about Braxton’s? Seeing that it’s January, you know his picture has been popping up everywhere. The Magic Glasses?

Lady Sophia, my search bar…

“Pinch me, pinch me
‘Cause I’m still asleep
Please, God, tell me
That I’m still asleep.”
Barenaked Ladies ‧ 2000

What? Am I talking about that thing dangling between my legs? Seriously, my Lady. Ew!

But I don’t want to talk about that either. My “Enormous P” as the song goes. What I should be talking about are phrases like, “as the song goes,” “of course,” “honestly,” “seriously,” and Braxton help me, the constant pop culture from movies, music, and manuscripts. It’s as if I don’t have a thought of my own. But what is there to think about, talk about, or touch? Well, besides my obsession with some tits. Crass much? Yabbos is nicer.

First week and it’s been Maggie\Lauren Cohen’s, then my Ex’s, a brunette’s, and now Jane’s from See Jane Go TV. The things I’ve written about those things. It’s not nice.

However, the world is not nice. And if I can slog through “My Turn To B III,” My poor B.

What should I read next? A grocery list because there is no food in the house. A biscuit, perhaps. And ain’t nobody got time for MAGA’s BS when people are simply trying to eat most days. No wonder my stomach hurts. I should buy a cookbook. Cooking can be hard.

Such a bold statement… It beats singing “Pre-Cooked Taco Meat” to the song “Rasputin.”

Is that an original thought? An idiotic one? I need more books, but as Rasputin surmised:

‘I only make decisions when my stomach is full, or my balls are empty.”
Rasputin “The King’s Man” (Rhys Ifans)

I know, but wrestling is on tonight, and before that. The life of Braxton. Because I promise my story sucks more. Book B, Verse V

1804 Days Without B III, Day 1245 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 191 ~B Patient. Will V~

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“Wooo. It’s like a drug. Wearing these glasses gets you high, but you come down hard,” as Nada said in “They Live.” And speaking of glasses, I need to have an eye exam this month. Head examinations cost a whole lot more. “B Patient. Will V”

Thursday, January 8, 2026

Journey 191 ~B Patient. Will V~

1803 Days Without B III, Day 1244 of Virgil’s Arrival

Just Me, Baby B,
Did you have a good day? Nine times out of ten, you knew my answer. But with my refusal to answer…

Well, as I tell everyone… I’m here. Hungry, horny, and playing the hater, but here.

Breathing, as much as I wish I wasn’t… Oops, did I say that out loud? It’s not like this, Succubus Lord, and I can be responsible for your… End. Again? I still haven’t requested time off at the end of the month. And secondly, I’ve said a lot worse things this new year. Just eww.

So, the first week. How’d I like it? I wish I knew how yours in Heaven, the Rainbow Bridge, or wherever was week one. “Where’d You Go,” as the song goes. I swear, your book.

Honestly, it brought me to tears… With how bad it is. But your brother was patient as I read it.

“Pinch me, pinch me
‘Cause I’m still asleep
Please, God, tell me
That I’m still asleep.”
Barenaked Ladies ‧ 2000

As for myself? Ok, as the song goes, I feel angry, I feel helpless, I feel violent, I feel alone.

My “One” Creed, as it were. I’m a sick Old Man obsessed with a certain brunette at the moment. Oh, like you haven’t heard that one before. And all because I’m trying to forget about a very married Puerto Rican girl. M Anime. And I’m still unsure she’s married, B. But after the 24th, she’ll only be “Somebody That I Used To Know.” Seriously? Whatever!

It’s been 1244 Days, and I still don’t know your little brother. Virgil’s being patient.

Honestly, he is afraid. And you know I have my “Anxiety.” They sound effing similar.

Braxton, they are one and the same “Across The Universe.”

My universe? Outside of the Magic Glasses? That’s what I’m calling AI. Reality’s a lot.

Do you remember how you and I were supposed to be apocalypse survivor buddies, B?

I’m sure you can see what MAGA is doing. I’ve been saying forever that I’m going to the Ninth Circle of Hell for betraying you, B. But with all the ICE heading in that direction…

I could move up to the Eighth, which I believe is Fraud. That took my Magic Helmet and Magic Glasses… In other words, ChatGPT. I’m of the mind that if AI will kill rather than save your human Daddy, Braxton. How long will I play patient on this deathbed, Little B. Patiently waiting to follow you… B Patient. Will V.

“It feels like I’m dying. I’m so scared all the time.” ― Mara, Spontaneous (2020)

Always and Forever,
Your Dad

Journey 189 ~That’ll B WHITE Virgil~

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Can a wedding dress be sexy? I know people are getting married this year. This month. My Ex… So, I wanted a Hunger Games: Catching Fire motif. Everyone, cheering her name as we ride a chariot in black. But living in America. “That’ll B WHITE Virgil.”

Tuesday, January 6, 2026

Journey 189 ~That’ll B WHITE Virgil~

Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? Is love still allowed in our country, My Love?” For more than white people. History.

Aren’t I all political, hmm? No, not really. I simply saw the date. And here I am up in our bed with you, sipping on an energy drink that reminds me of one of those canned drinks from the 80’s, to uh now. And did you know that MTV was deleted, discarded, or in other words, dead? America, America… I’m not opening up a shop in “Santa Fe,” mi amor.

RENT, really? I could talk about the love of my children, Braxton, Virgil, and all the two-legged crumb snatchers of ours. Eff, I miss Braxton! I’m keeping Virgil alive. Then there’s you, my love. Or am I lying? I have been having a particular TWD fantasy lately between The Governor, Maggie, and Negan. I swear…

“Pinch me, pinch me
‘Cause I’m still asleep
Please, God, tell me
That I’m still asleep.”
Barenaked Ladies ‧ 2000

Anything not to think about Sunday, August 24, 2025. Or worse fantasies about all of the women of The Walking Dead universe. I swear, as Queen Ramonda said in Black Panther: Wakanda Forever. “I think one day artificial intelligence is going to kill us all.” Not that I need to wait for it, like when I read about the Magic Glasses and augmenting reality, ha.

I’m only a “man,” a black man at that. And in America… Only I wasn’t worried about the cops today. I need to stop lying. Love, you have no idea, Nobody Knows It But Me.

“Being afraid all of the time.” Okay, so Lt. Reginald Barclay III knows. Seriously B?

Anyway, I was thinking about being ALONE, AUGUST, and ANXIETY.

“Never felt so lonely, then you came along,” as the song goes. Silent Hill? I’d love to see your hills right now… Uh, your Yabbos. In a blue suit with a red tie, wrapped in the transgenic flag, Heather from Silent Hill, Maggie Greene, etc. Please stop me, love, sigh.

Then I thought about you with someone else, and you know my CUCK fantasies, love. Well, I thought about August again, and suddenly I went all Alpha. You’re mine, beloved.

So I don’t feel like watching or sharing you? I’m a dominant, even a sadist at times, but no, love. I thought of you in your wedding dress, and January 24th, coming up soon, baby.

You in white? Braxton in Heaven? That’ll B WHITE Virgil

1801 Days Without B III, Day 1242 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will

Journey 185 ~B’s Bad Books Virgil~

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First copy of my book sold… Multiple personalities, but one Amazon account. Am I going to write a review for myself? I like my blog. Daily… But my first review of the year, first song, first thoughts… my two boys and M’s boobs. “B’s Bad Books Virgil”

Friday, January 2, 2026

Journey 185 ~B’s Bad Books Virgil~

Hey, Lady Sophia,
Let me tell you a story… Or how about a book review? That’s as uncommon as good news in this world, ha!

Or maybe, “Huh, America, (America).” But I’m not planning to open a restaurant in “Santa Fe” anytime soon. Hell, I’m still crying about M Anime! I’m all, “And I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica. And I remember the day you told me it’s over.” Santa Monica? Theory of a Deadman? I don’t write like the band, but that’s how my words come across. How dare I give myself so much credit, Lady Sophia? But my writing…

Yeah, my writing. I sold a book yesterday. And I decided on my first book of the year. My Turn To B III: Love, Guilt, and Silent Loss, written by yours truly. What the Eff!

“Pinch me, pinch me
‘Cause I’m still asleep
Please, God, tell me
That I’m still asleep.”
Barenaked Ladies ‧ 2000

Honestly, have I no shame? No, I have books like:

Vixen Eyes Naughty Saint Nick
Something fun to do at Christmas. Or rather, someone fun to do. But this is a book review, so sticking with the former Naughty Saint Nick by Lexi Davis is just that, a naughty diversion. A quick little love story with some stalker vibes and, of course, the happy ending. And the cute way they met with a modern aesthetic. But aside from the erotica, my favorite part of the book was the little warning the author included. I suppose because of the BDSM aspect… But it’s relatively tame. I should have gotten copies for a few friends since it was a fun read. Not a doubt in my mind about the four stars. However, Amber/Vixen would give it more.

So, my first book review of the year. What’d you think, My Lady? Good. I swear, reading the good news is getting as bad as the bad news. A model made a million on her yabbos, and I haven’t sold a book in five months. M Anime is getting married this month, and I haven’t gotten laid in… Whatever! Magic Glasses? Marriages, Maternity, and Money.

Sigh! What do I get out of this second day of the new year? Mad, My Lady. I get Mad.

Effing angry at everything and nothing at all. I don’t even want to read my book, or is it all pet loss in general? Then there’s women’s mammaries. And effing MAGA. “I See Fire,” My Lady. B’s Bad Books Virgil

1797 Days Without B III, Day 1238 of Virgil’s Arrival

B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will