smooth as the handle on a gun, cool as a cucumber
some older women like much younger men
and cheap sex is always cheap
and a slut is always a slut
You might be aware that I just got back to the garret after a short sunshine break in Turkey. It was good for me, except that being a solitary traveller I had lots of time to indulge in some people watching, and the people I saw were not always the best advertisements for the male species. Overweight, unfit, beer gut, waddling, loud, interested mostly in booze and sports ~ too unfit to be much turned on by sex. They were mostly British, Germans, and Turks, but much the same could be said of American guys.
I looked at myself in the mirror. A long hard look, and I could see myself heading in that direction. Do I want to be a couch potato, an Archie Bunker, a fat loudmouthed beer-bottle slob? And Fuck No!
As men get older, as the testosterone leaches out of the bloodstream, as the achievements of our youth are behind us, it’s easy for men to let themselves go to seed. To watch too much TV, to drive rather than walk, to drink too much, to overfill our plates and gobble our food, to converse in grunts, to lose interest in sex….. No wonder there are lots of MILF’s and GILF’s out there. I may not approve, but I understand. Even James Bond got fat and carried a man-bag. Wazzock.
Ergo, I went up the mountain and talked with the elephant, and didn’t much like what she told me. ‘Get your act together…..’
No more beer, no more booze, no more burgers, no more take-outs, less sugar, less salt, more green vegetables, more exercise, more interest in women.
I look out across the sea today, and see the old castle where my ancestors fought. Saw the priests on the ferry taking the dead home, see their wives glad they’ve gone, see the priests fussing and flapping like a murder of crows wondering if they will get paid. See the fat men dying without even that honour. Their ghosts just trudging away, heavy footed.
If I have my way I’ll take a boat back from the river. I don’t care what it takes, it’s better to be poor, fit, and healthy than be a rich fat man trying to get through the eye of the needle.
Some say that once you get to be forty it’s all downhill to the grave. And that fat pale men with beer-bellies shouldn’t be with attractive women. All I know is I’m going to be the great guy with a good body relaxing by the pool, anywhere I want to be, with anyone I want to be with. And if you don’t want to be there, fuck off and have a nice day. I ain’t afraid of no Charon
don’t pay the ferryman until you must
he trusted her implicitly, right until she threw him to the hungry crocodiles
everybody’s got to trust sombody sometime
of course that’s where it all starts to go wrong
everyone who says; ‘you can trust me…..’ is a liar
all women lie, just ask Adam about the apple and the snake
for some the excitement lies in knowing how far they dare trust
never ask a woman about her past
because lies of omission are still lies
and the truth will torture you
never trust a man who professes to be your friend
real friends don’t need to tell you that
trust doesn’t usually include your partner taking a vacation without you
I never knew a woman who didn’t want to know how much money I was making
up to, and including, my sainted mother
and all of them wanted proof
women who have first date sex are always liars
or sluts, or hookers, or older than their date
or all of the above
at night this place really comes alive
The nightlife here in Oludeniz is crazy. Live music, laser light shows, karaoke bars, dance bars, cocktail bars, beach bars, sports bars, restaurants of every ilk, tattoo places….
Parties on Pirate Ships, beach parties…
The food is fabulous, the shopping is fantastic, and the people are fun.
Some women were having fun wearing very daring outfits. The weather is very warm and the booze is very cheap.
Kinda wish you were here with me
Just bring a summer dress, and a bikini, it’s all you’ll need.
At midnight, in one or two of the bars here, she’d be quite overdressed.
we shall meet in a secret place where social distancing isn’t known
in-car satellite navigation isn’t private
the Police are being taught how to say;
‘Papers Please…..’ in a menacing voice
who controls the past controls the future
as far as his recent lovers went, his lips were sealed
ever since he used a pritt stick instead of lip-balm
‘sorry babes-o, can’t meet for lunch, I’m having my microchip fitted’
these days, when you book a call girl there’s a hell of a lot of paperwork
we all leave tracks in the sand
we just never expected that the government would follow them
she had no objection to telling them who she’d slept with
but she couldn’t remember all their names
first it takes your mind, then it takes your life
there are strong links between boozing and dementia
Dementia actually kills four times as many people as all the deaths attributed to COVID-19, even at the height of the supposed pandemic. And, dementia kills people in a particularly horrible and distressing way. I am not and have never been worried about the coronavirus, but becoming a shadow of myself through the hell of dementia frightens me, if I ever let myself think about it.
However, dementia is not inevitable, it’s not all down to random chance, it’s not all down to genetics, and it’s not a pestilence inflicted by a malicious God. Your mind does not have to be blown to dust ~ there are things we can do right now to help ourselves avoid the unimaginable suffering of being locked inside a mind afflicted by Alzheimer’s, or a softening of the brain, or whatever else causes this insanity.
Dementia is not primarily a mental illness, it is physical degradation of the brain.
A hell of a lot of dementia is caused by the lifestyle choices we make. To reduce your chances of becoming a shell of who you used to be then;
- get plenty of sunshine, fresh air, and exercise
- keep mentally and socially active, do not sit in front of the TV or computer screen for hours at a time
- keep regular hours and get enough good sleep ~ 6 to 8 hours a night
- do not smoke ~ and if you do give it up, forever
- do not drink to excess ~ avoid binge drinking
- do not take drugs, and I mean strong medication as well as street drugs
- have a good healthy diet; avoiding fat, sugar, wheat and other grains, dairy products, junk food and takeout, and especially high fructose corn syrup
- do not get avoidable diabetes
- do not get obese, regularly check your Body Mass Index
- control your blood pressure and cholesterol
- avoid hearing loss
- focus on your general health and well-being; physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually ~ especially do all you can to avoid suffering from prolonged clinical depression
- do not to get sick from social diseases, so avoid; casual sex, using dirty needles, socialising with the dregs of society, drinking in sleazy bars, and taking vacations in disease riddled hell-holes like India
- do not get a head injury, so wear a helmet when cycling and avoid contact sports such as boxing. Do not get into bar fights.
- stay very clean; wash, shower, get in the tub, wear gloves for dirty jobs, wear clean clothes every day, change your bed-linen weekly
- do not get sent to jail
As it goes, all of the above are things that right-minded, self-disciplined, ethical and sensible people will do as a matter of course. There are two other things that will help you not to get dementia; be male and die young.
Some say that COVID-19 is the new plague sent by a vengeful deity. And that dementia only affects the very old. All I know is that all disease and infirmity is mostly preventable.
probably heading for dementia
some things are socially acceptable, and then again…..
Promiscuous casual sex is morally reprehensible, socially unacceptable, and
fucking very dangerous. Or rather, that is what I believe to be the truth of it. One reason for this post is a news story concerning a married woman who picked up / was picked up by a stranger in a bar, went back to his place, where she was stabbed twenty times by the drug addict thug, who then tried to cut off her head. The body was naked. They’d had sex.
This was by no means an isolated incident of casual sex turning into something very worse.
Picking up a stranger in a bar may be exciting, sexy, erotic, physically satisfying, with a frisson of danger thrown in, but it can also be fucking damaging to your self-respect, health, wealth, sanity, existing relationships, future relationships, social standing….. You could end up being humiliated, mugged, beaten, raped, passed around, stalked, gaslighted, ghosted, or dead.
Some of the same goes for people you ‘meet’ on social media, dating / sex dating sites, or any of the other myriad ways we can connect via the internet. Basically you have no idea who these people are, where they’re from, what they’re really like, their history, criminal record, and what the hell they really want from you. Are they the sex / age / ethnicity they say they are? If there’s a picture is it of them, and how long ago? If it’s an intimate picture they are probably not someone any decent person would want to know anyway.
There are labels for women who have casual sex with strangers and post intimate pictures of themselves on the internet ~ all of those labels are extremely derogatory.
Personally, I have three things in my favour when it comes to social media / email / long-distance friends and relationships. #1 I know my way around blogging. #2 I am a man. #3 I am very smart / computer savvy / I was trained to spot liars a mile off. Not everyone has my advantages, and yet women do engage in intimate relationships with people they only know from what they see on their own computer screens.
Personally, I have never knowingly ‘hit on’ a woman I didn’t know from Eve, picked up a woman in a bar, had first date sex, had multiple partners, been on a sex dating site, had sex with an ex, had sex with anyone much older / younger than me….. Maybe I am staid and naive, maybe I’m shy, or maybe I have standards, ethics, and morals.
Some say that fucking a stranger is incredibly hot. And that having multiple sexual partners is where it’s at. All I know is fucking a stranger has nothing to do with love and a lot to do with instant gratification, or money.
If you’ve been there with a stranger I don’t want to know
Hell is empty, and all the devils are here
In my entire long and sometimes misspent life I have never seen such destruction and despair, incompetence and ineptitude, lies and chicanery, to match that which is surrounding the COVID-19 virus this weekend. It’s a Sunday, but don’t even think about trying to go to church for holy service, because you can’t. Stop complaining about civil liberties, because you don’t have any. Give up on ever having a job again. And forget it when it comes anyone actually running the nuts and bolts of your country, because they’re all ‘working from home’.
The whole world seems to be on the road to Hell, herded along by all the devils and demons who are supposed to be suffering in purgatory. Instead we’re all learning the lesson of suffering here.
go to heaven for angels
take the road to hell for casual sex
no normally healthy men and women can be ‘just good friends’
he could tell she was easy
the plunging neckline, short skirt, and no lingerie was a giveaway
no matter how careful you are, you will always get caught
the best apology for cheating is changed behaviour,
it never happens
it takes two people to make a relationship work
but just one promiscuous person to make it fail
bad marriages don’t cause infidelity
promiscuous infidelity causes bad marriages
‘I love you…’ she said’
get in the back seat…’ he replied
casual sex is never just a one time thing
in true love infinite dreams come alive
Many have said; ‘I love you…’ when what they mean is; ‘I want you, I desire you, I need you…..’ and yet, perhaps is that not also a manifestation of love. Perhaps wanting, desiring, needing, sexual lust….. are all but facets of love. Or perhaps not, because one can love a fellow human being without it being sexual or physical. Sex is not love.
The Ancient Greek philosophers recognised six types of love, and being philosophers they may have been correct.
- Eros ~ sexual passion
- Philia ~ deep friendship
- Ludus ~ playful love
- Agape ~ love for everyone
- Pragma ~ long lasting love
- Philautia ~ love of self
Nothing being perfect, there was later #7 Storge ~ love of the child.
The author Mary McMahon outlined a round dozen different types of love; New Love, Routine Love, Disgusting Love, Infatuation Love, Friend Love, Fake Love, They’re ‘It’ Love, In It To Win It Love, Tragic Love, Parental Love, Unhealthy Love, Old People Love. As it goes; I will firmly state that none of those is a decent description or explanation of real love.
In high chivalric romance, the most perfect form of love was Courtly Love; which describes the relationship between a Knight Errant and a married noblewoman ~ his unattainable Lady Fair. This unconsummated passion was thought to be ennobling and righteous. Like most of chivalry there are numerous impossible rules surrounding Courtly Love.
Courtly Love differs immensely from the commonest form of love of them all Unrequited Love. Which, is just one step away from infatuation and stalking.
At the other end of the scale, and on the other side of the coin is Unconditional Love, which is just as dangerous and one-sided as unrequited love.
According to modern neuroscience there are 10 signs or symptoms of being in love; addiction, obsession, recklessness, lust, focus, heightened memory, eye contact, euphoria, touching, lack of judgement. Possibly, and who am I to argue with the women in white coats.
For men, I could add another sign when it comes to being in love; loss of interest in other women. I have no idea if the converse is true for women ~ I suspect not.
All of the above would seem to have elements of truth in them, which would lead one to suspect that love is a very complicated emotion, set of feelings, group of actions, slew of hormones….
I think not. I firmly believe that true love means one thing, and if you ain’t got it you’re not in love.
True love means wanting your beloved to be safe and happy, no matter what.
not courtly love at all
more Lancelot and Guinevere
some of us would rather howl at the moon
even Einstein did not understand gravity
the guiding light is still a million miles away
Hello Earth, How are you today?
it’s a dog eat dog world, and you’re a kitten
I love my dog, every full moon
cold riveted steel is still iron
she loved him, once he took his shirt off
he was younger, he was cool, he was a guy
he owned a car
some women like sexy guys
ALL women like sexy guys