Update 10 April, 2020: Why not? Because the time IS NOW for Christ's sake. Do it. Give it away. Give it a-fucking-way-for the change big boy.

"Why don't you suck his dick?", asked the German-American man after the show.

It was an awesome show, the musicians doing their thing splendidly.

Music is food to me. I listen to music hours everyday. It feeds my soul.

Not once during the show did it come within a mile of my mind, the thought of sucking the performer's dick.

Even when I am getting my rocks off enjoying stunning visuals in conjunction with awesome music, I'm looking at his so kindly shared chest, the home of his heart, not his crotch.

One of the reasons I created Kitty Licks is since my split with my husband I feel like a pussy with tits.

Why can't I just enjoy the show like you do, German-American man? Why must you perceive my enjoyment of music well played as a sexual experience centered on the performer's penis? Did you fail to notice he plays guitar with his hands and sings with his voice?

Or maybe it's you German-American man who wants to suck his dick, huh?

I almost never see this particular performer anymore despite the many opportunities to do so. I think he thinks I want to suck his dick too.

I do love his music and respect immensely his talent. But it's my heart and his heart that excites me way more than his dick. He puts his heart into his music.

It's an expression of your sexual immaturity German-American man and an insult to me to reduce my heartfelt experience of good music into a desire to wrap my mouth around the performer's penis.

He's an artist, as am I.

He's an artist I've supported for years. However he's made it clear no reciprocal support will be forthcoming.

I used to think he was a hippie.