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
Good girls go to heaven. Bad girls go anywhere with anyone.
night is falling
witch moon rising
she visits bars prowling
drinking, posing, hot flirting
touching, stroking, deep kissing
allowing anything, wanting everything
there is no friendship, affection, romancing
satisfying her promiscuous lust by just fucking
men half her age
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It’s not about self-improvement, it’s about acceptance.
I am often imperfect.
I sometimes make mistakes.
I can be judgemental and cruel.
I try to do the best I can and still fuck up.
I know I can do better if I have the right attitude.
Many English words have a very doubtful ancestry, but there is no doubt whatsoever concerning the etymology of the word ‘Pleb’. What is at issue here is usage in English / English. I would strongly caution anyone against calling any English person a pleb ~ in English / English pleb is a very bad word.
As recently as 2012 a very senior politician was forced to resign after a scandal when he was accused of calling policeman ‘plebs’. The fact that the politician in question also swore at the police officers, using foul language, was of little import when put against the mere suspicion that the Member of Parliament concerned had called the policemen ‘plebs’. There is even a name for this scandal ~ plebgate. (This is funnier than you may think, but you would have to know London to really get the joke.)
As it turned out, the word ‘pleb’ was never used in this case. The policeman lied. Had the word actually been used, then that politician’s career would have been over for ever.
In English / English today, ‘Pleb’ means someone of low social status, unsophisticated and uncultured, a common no account person who will never amount to anything, a person to despise and denigrate… The dictionary definition of ‘pleb’ says an ordinary person… Not in England. In England ‘pleb’ implies someone who is maybe one step up from a street drunk. Pleb is an extremely derogatory term in English / English.
Like many English words, ‘Pleb’ is of Latin origin, (most Latin words have roots in classical Greek). A pleb was an ordinary citizen of Rome ~ as opposed to a patrician, who was a nobleman and a member of the ruling classes. To call a man ‘patrician’ is today still something of a compliment. To call someone a pleb is, and always has been, an insult.
In the USA, a derivation of ‘pleb’ ~ plebe is a perfectly acceptable term for a cadet or freshman. Just don’t try calling an Englishman a plebe, not unless you want a smack in the gob, (mouth).
Honestly, in England you would often be better off saying ‘Eff Off’ (or words to that effect), or using the ‘C’ word than calling someone a pleb. Fuck-off, or the ‘C’ word is merely foul and uneducated language. Pleb is a calculated insult with cultural and class overtones. That applies doubly so if you are in any way cultured or educated, and the person to whom you are speaking actually is ‘lower class’.
Trust me, in English / English, ‘Pleb’ is a forbidden word.
Next time I’ll discuss the term Brass Monkey.
shattered dreams, shattered souls, shattered surf
life is pain in perpetual perfection
she will steal your dreams and break your heart
you gaze at the stars in reflection
they are dimmed and blurred, red giant, white dwarf
she is the morning star Venus
and she will tear you apart
just to see you cry broken and hopeless
Kiss, fuck, kiss, part ~ forever
words and pictures by jack collier