And cranky about tomorrow has dramatically shortened my fuse. My usual forgiveness of the ignorant, evaporated tonight. 4 days to payday. The simple pleasures, not even taken for granted, of a strong cigarette is painfully missed.
To live in the USA? Probably similar to those living in other like countries.
I will speak for myself using info shared by my family and coworkers.
I lent 20 to my coworker for gas and she used a credit card to put 10 in gas to last me until payday. We bring extras to work if there’s a buy one get one free to share.
My water and other utilities are scheduled for shut off. I’ve no WiFi for over 2 months.
I own my home so don’t qualify for health or food benefits.
I pay my taxes, follow the law and survive.
I thought that’s what everyone did. It doesn’t matter where I live. I imagine I would still make minimum wage and be behind on bills.
I am free though. I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. If I did, I wouldn’t have my loyal friends and know what it is to share and help others in need, first hand. I wouldn’t have ridden in the mountains of Colorado, cycled Vermont, exhibited art in California, bought from farmers markets in the Midwest, kayaked Minnesota lakes and walked the beaches of two oceans.
He bought her a catsuit
He saw it while looking
Something high-tinsel spandex
A real Wonder f*cking Woman
The man in the unassuming dress reached into his pocket
He fumbled
Thinking about the catsuit
In case your Love battery is a little low
You know that feeling...when an attractive person reminds you that you are an animal?
Your body has a mind of its own?
You are no longer boss
You feel renewed at the view
A tender sapling or rugged wood
A sweet flower or vintage rose
The scent is sweet
You know the stirring of desire
When reality takes a smoke break and one can imagine
What can happen, and all sins are well washed
You know the feelings, of a feverish life threatening desire that shortens the breath and lengthens want
While other wants cry out for mercy
You know the feeling, when desire is reciprocated
The fever passes, between a union
A bounty to be satisfied
You know the feeling
Before the jump
The heart slamming to get attention
As the body receives attention
Although I write a lot, some things get placed in a locked room. I don’t like to go in there. Today, the door is ajar with unwelcome feelings leaking out I guess it’s a day to address them.
People wonder why they don’t meet anyone.
Maybe if you wrote to someone within a days drive...read and understand the bio...read and understand the “ideal match” section.
I have tried being honest, only here for the blogs. That didn’t work I wrote “I’m a selfish snot”. That didn’t work. Then I wrote “not looking for crazy”. That didn’t work. Then I wrote “I’m bad news” and I’m getting tons of mail from Ireland.
The earth is flat
He sat in the recliner, pretending to read a magazine
His eyes peering over glossy pages
Watching a feminine figure, dusting
She bent down to polish a leg
His eyes followed, her toes to tail
Her bare behind peering under
Black uniform and old lace
The feminine figure moved to the mirror
While pretending to polish, she watched him watching
Later in the evening, the feminine figure leaned into him and delivered
Her gloved hand to his nether regions
Her breasts, embraced by old lace
Nine years I’ve known some of the characters here.
I recovered my old email and read things I posted in 2009.
I noticed, my life hasn’t changed that much. The same issues have stayed with me these 9 years. I suspect things will be as unchanged 9 years from today.
The upside is, I made it this far. I should survive the next 9 years.
So, since I am shameless, I shall update you on my recreational sex interest.
I have transitioned to confidant/wing man
To be continued in comments
I need to formulate my thoughts on this
Even old people get their hearts broken.
The hurt seems to remain as severe as when I was in my twenties
So, I make the assumption that love is no different.