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Hi, my name is Benjamin, I'm a mixed blood Apache, Ute, Spanish French, and Irish man. I'm 50 but I feel like I'm 13 until I look in the mirror. I'm told that I'm a good conversationalist, and have the gift of gab. I've yet to kiss the Blarney stone, but plan to within the next year. I'm active in my Native community and participate in many cultural events throughout the Bay Area. I'm a Drumkeeper for one of the Native Communities here and lead singer on the Muck N Fess sorthern drum. lol. I just love to sing, one of my specialties is singing to newborns and almost borns... good medicine enit. I love to travel and finally made it to New Zealand, where I sang withthe Maori people in their maari, great medicine. I love to travel, in the blood enit. I'm a widowed father of five, three of my own girls and a step daughter and step son, they're on here somewheres... more to add later as I see how this works, ciao.

My Interests

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I like to meet people, if this is supposed to be where I put what I'd like to meet in a woman.... I've met more than my share according to my brothers, and some of their share to boot enit. What can I say, I'm a friendly guy. It's been a good life, met some winners, and some not so much. I've been with Paupers and Princesses, and come to realize that, it truly is what's on the inside that matters... enit Marilyn

My Blog

Battle ground

I am Here I am here, in this land waiting Feeling the stings of a thousand cuts seeping My grandmothers blood from my spirit and soul Circling they lick their chops as those Who hunt in packs do. C...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Aug 2008 01:21:00 GMT

The Legend of Benny and Tammy

White saffron dress, with pink butterflies Rustled when she walked away from the Little girls who held onto their wall so as Not to invite, not to be open, not be polite. Toe head girl with whiskey ...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 08:38:00 GMT

Wilfred Larsen

Running through the hallway we echoed our footsteps until the very last minute, hands grasping the corner of the wall to help make the turn at maximum speed. Skipping two, three steps at a time and mi...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 21:36:00 GMT

Warriors

I heard them praise themselves for their recent achieivements, 'Warriors' (showrriors) they called themselves with gallant voice and impassioned fervor. Clasping their hands their show was to rally an...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 23:42:00 GMT

Isabelle

I'm glad you came along, knowing me as you do. No one has come close to the way you nourish me in the intimate hours as I lie, muscles twitching from the days rigors. Smoothing out my muscles you gift...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 05:36:00 GMT

Starvation

I walk and sleep and work and eat my life as the wolves struggle to maintain their share of my nourishment. My grandmothers line and spirit now claiming that which I was to, should be. The wolves...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Dec 2007 07:21:00 GMT

The first time... ever I saw your face

The first time..... ever I saw your face. I thought the  heavens would open up and swallow me whole. Candi, 5:30 pm. at your Aunt Debbies friends house, across the street at her friends daug...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 22:47:00 GMT