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a rebound love affair that offered a new start.
relocated 1300 miles, painted all the walls
the movers came
while he was passed out
i did my best but lost myself
i'm sober, awake
have focus and faith
starting to find myself
again
my chaotic dwelling
mutually changing
to find some peace
being me

the evolution of me. this is prompted by a blog here. i'm mainly writing about my experience which will differ from most. i will preface by stating that i have been in long term relationships, marriage, etc. that resulted in making personal sacrifices that i found not very beneficial to my self esteem or finances.

there is give and take in relationships, sometimes the taking keeps taking while what is left to give becomes limited to none. sure, i just didn't meet the right person. is there a right person? of course, we all want to believe that.

then there is the natural sex drive. sure, there is m**turbation, until the "right person" comes along. or, there is the wrong person who woos and awakens the romantic side, making love the motivation for the permission for making love, not sex.

i know myself, and i know i'm a sucker for being the object for sweet notes and fantasies. it would seem, the lower i felt, the easier i was to cave to a man's desires. that "special" feeling that opens legs wide and turns lust into commitment.

not these days. today, i look at sex the same way as any other activity. i find sex fun. i've learned that i don't have to log time with a man to validate the act. if there is attraction, why not? the friend with benefit keeps me fit and although there is give and take, it is only for the simple act of sex. when the event is over, i can go back to my life, and enjoy life on my terms. i'm sure many would find this selfish. i've always been selfish with my time. small doses of people is about all i can handle. i'm not selfish with much of anything else. if i'm eating and someone is hungry, i'll share. if someone needs a few bucks and i have a few bucks to give, i'll give it.

i am always changing. i won't ever be who i was years ago and i won't be the same tomorrow as i am today. i don't expect my friend to be in it for the long haul but we offer the physical contact to meet needs that are otherwise left wanting.

that's about it for now, folks.

it is part of a house built in 1868. it has a bay window that allows the sun to pour in. the walls are painted a muted teal. the walls still have the arms for lamps that once lit the space with gas lights. i use the arms now to hang hats. the ceiling has a variety of cracks in the plaster. i lay on my bed and look up, remarking to myself that it looks like a giant map, would never fix it. in the center of the ceiling is an original light fixture in a medallion shape with flowers. the floor is original dark wood that creeks with every step. my room talks to me.

i've furnished the space with an eclectic combination of a dresser that once belonged to my brother, an antique dresser, a queen ann chest of drawers, an oak captain's bed, 2 vintage bureaus and an artist's drawing table. a gal can't have enough drawers, (wink).

there are red, sheer window treatments embroidered in gold that frame the windows that compliment the walls and my bedding's mood changes with my mood. i have several options for the seasons, light and cheery for summer and warm and cozy colors for frigid nights.

let's not forget the red candles and nicknacks collected from my stays in California, Colorado and Minnesota. my bedroom holds secrets that i revisit in dreams.

some or most would consider my bedroom cluttered or too colorful. i love it and would never strip my room of myself.

what do ya do? ya share pics of hot ladies and while the other admires, i can admire, because i'd like some nice mams myself.
in this day and age of s*xual confusion, the "friend zone" is not only safe, one can covet what the friend covets. that's just one more thing we have in common in this world of strife and unrest. think about it. if we could all gather together and share what we want, as both genetic males and females, we may have this identity puzzle solved.
might i suggest back issues of Vogue with Brooke Shields as a teaching aide?

i've read concerns about the purpose of CS. i've read concerns about CS's potential folding because of blog topics.
i'd like to ask what are you doing about it? are you actively looking for love or are you passively waiting for it to be delivered to your front door. are you even looking or are you expecting to be found? do you look at your who's viewed and make premature judgement or do you respond in kind?

you will not move to the next level if you sit back in your chair and watch, unless you're into that. if you really want a date, you have to get off your a** and take some risks. complaining about blogs, when blogging is just that, is an excuse to not take the plunge and contact someone directly.

that's my piece. over and out

OK, people, I'm trying to lighten up the mood here. Didn't want to post a blog or talk about this topic but would be interesting to know what's your take on this

Met a nice guy online, you exchanged nice messages, he's in another country, you met up few days later...coffee date turned into a very fun dinner date. There was instant attraction, you both connected...had a little bit of holding hands and some goodnight kisses and difficulty parting ways. He went to another country the next day, sent you lots of messages...said you're the one he's looking for and wants to have a happy ever after with you. He started talking about having kids and family and a happy life together. Promises to keep you safe and happy, wants to have a blissful life with you and children..., will do everything you ask him to and coming back in few days to see you again and talk about lots of possibilities and happy future. Ain't it he crazy? The whole thing sounds like a big joke...but the guy seems serious...mid- 40s, have a great job, very attractive, he's got it all ...a perfect catch.

Would you take him seriously?

and this one is called Dickie

ok, i will be bold with this one...because i think i might not be alone.

it wasn't until very recently, i have overcome the terror of seeing the man part up close and personal. in the past, it was a comfort that the man part hid nicely in my woman part. i chose to keep the man parts a mystery. i barely could look at them. they are so different from my own. now, i never really examined my parts either. they're in an out of the way place unless a mirror is in hand.

i have been exploring sex because, i'm a natural tourist. i've traveled places without a guide and learned a lot about myself and the places i've been. it only makes sense that i take this approach with the human body.

i did get the jitters, while investigating the male topography. like walking in a strange neighborhood, it's a little scary. i did manage to find a very good tour guide who encouraged me to embrace his member, allowing me to take more of a scientific approach. knowledge is power, i have heard and now believe. i have been intimate in the past but my guide coaxed me into being an intimate observer of the wonders of man. what i once found uncomfortably odd, i now find rather attractive, even beautiful. his form is no longer a mythical sea monster that i should cover my eyes and scream at the sight of. rather, i am in ah(a pun) at it's amazing shape-shifting abilities.

my guide also encouraged me to shave the lady parts. this act revealed an intimate relationship with myself. i have never been comfortable with my parts, thinking they are as odd looking as the very different man parts. after shaving away the shroud of mystery, i was able to really look at my parts, as a scientist would. i am now more comfortable with places generally closed to the public.

to assist in my mantra "knowledge is power", i casually am an armchair tourist of both man and woman parts. this has taken away the adjective "odd" and replaced it with "amazing".

the human body is a natural wonder. i urge people to get their passport stamped.

on the lighter side because, boy, this place needs a lighter side. i watch films. i watch a lot of films, sometimes over and over. i play them while i do stuff around the house, stopping at a favorite scene or song. i have a few film sound tracks, Last Man Standing with Ry Cooder, Cat People with Giorgio Moroder, I'd like "There Will Be Blood's" track. Some amazing music, or Boogie Nights. when i hear a song, it takes me back to the scene. The Departed's Baby Blue, Baz Luhrmann's Romeo and Juliet or The Crow...too many to list.

it's part of a master plan to keep my mail box empty. it's part of speaking when in RL nobody listens, very frustrating.
i'm mean because i'm tired of being nice. i got taken to the cleaners being nice

..after that blog about wanking and photos..our little pilot has gone awol.

Come on you old dog..I got this treatment years ago..man up and get back in here with your soft top mercedes and steel toe cap CAT boots.

Just coz you're a lousy wanker, take it on the chin and move on geezer.