Tits Tuesday and some women like to take photographs of themselves
false but tasteful
it is not the strongest that survive, but the one most responsive to change
Evolution takes thousands of years, and in the last few days our thinking about every situation seems to have changed. fundamentally. Perhaps our beliefs, attitudes, and actions are trying to play catch-up with us here. None of us is used to a daily diet of bad news that rivals that which was fed to us English in the early months of the last war. Catastrophic thinking is what we have here, the idea that the human brain is predisposed to jumping to worse-case scenarios, and it’s fucking dangerous.
In the not so distant past I was thinking about my next overseas vacation, perhaps a visit to California, or a trip to Crete, Nowadays, I can’t go anywhere at all. I turn on my TV and the news is just a long series of nightmares with the death toll being right at the top and tail of everything.
It’s a relief when a piece of news, or a telephone conversation with a friend, isn’t full of doom and gloom, a call that doesn’t have the fear of death looming over it. Almost everyone is scared almost all the time, and there is a feeling of helpless resignation.
Well, I for one am going no further down that depressive, defeatist road. This morning I did my usual laundry, took my usual walk for an hour or so, called at the store as usual, (although I did have to stand in line just to get in there), bought the kind of stuff I would usually buy…. Sadly when I got back to the garret I was too knackered to do my usual yoga and other exercises. But thus far I’ve managed a fairly normal day, (for me), and I can live like this indefinitely.
But it’s not a great life if I can’t journey to the sun, see friends, travel all around England, walk towards the far horizons…. And sex is out of the question. As far as I am concerned the sooner the world safely gets back to what we are predisposed to call normal, the better.
One big upside, I haven’t been brainwashed into believing all that catastrophic anthropogenic climate change crap for a little while. Global warming looks pretty unimportant right now ~ call it evolution in action.
Stay safe and be well. And may the Deities of your choice go with you.
even a bed of roses is full of thorns
to her, drinking responsibly meant not spilling it
what happens to history if booze had never been invented?
‘she is my most precious possession…..’ he said
then she threw her drink in his face
‘I drink to forget…..’ she said
‘fucked if I can remember…..’
the secret of life, the universe, everything really
isn’t found at the bottom of a glass
but it’s always worth looking
if she was going to get buzzed
she was going to do it elegantly
an affair with a female dragon, it can be fun, it can be lethal
never argue with a dragon
things could get heated
‘come to me,’ she said in a hot erotic voice
‘I’d rather not,’ he replied
‘you’re a dragon, and last time I got burned’
total self-confidence is sexually attractive
even in a female dragon
infidelity is dangerous
when your mistress is a dragon
older women dating younger men is about sex, not about love
she’s older, no lady
many boys have used her
and many still do
younger down on their luck
it isn’t ever love
it’s just a fast rough sex fuck
she gives it away
willingly, freely, rhythmically
one far off day
it will all haunt her memory
through bitter tears
she measures the men she sees
and still cries bitter tears
it’s not just casual sex, it’s fully exploring her sexuality
The bar wasn’t crowded. Younger guys playing pool, watching sports, drinking beer, looking at the older woman sitting alone. Sexy dress, no bra, black stockings, much makeup. One young guy caught her eye; ‘Do you wanna fuck?’ he mouthed. ‘Yes….’ she mouthed back. It was their first and last time.
she thought the twenty-years age difference was hot
he thought she looked like an easy fuck
kissing a witch in the pale moonlight is a perilous business
what she wants
tall dangerous heels
manicure long black nails
familiar magical sorceress cat
enjoy me this night, what’s left of it
Englishman beware a kiss from a witch
erotic sensual beauty in the pale moonlight
some women like stiletto heels
and a dangerous manicure
a man may believe in witchcraft, magic, and love
I felt the snake bite
as she talks in my sleep
about others she might
love enchant and keep
under pale moonlight
her passion runs deep
through carnal nights
she’s a lascivious witch
playing dark love games
so, I fucked the hot bitch
and now I’m mad, insane
for the love of a witch
witches come in many forms
I can’t stop looking at you, can I buy you a drink?
on a stool at the bar
a foxy woman, solitary
older, alone in a dark corner
drinking straight bourbon, heavily
staring blankly down at the counter
conversations offered ending unhappily
perhaps I could and should have ignored her
I knew it could only end in one way
her bad memories, bitter tears
but gently I lead her away
carefully to my car
where she vomited, noisily, messily
the fox confirmed my worst fears
but later I still had my way
wealth, foxy women, and too much wine
can make anything happen in this life
(the poetic form is a bastardized Rondeau)
life is either a daring adventure, or nothing at all
look towards the far horizons
Might I suggest that you take some time out to be with yourself, find a time and space where you can be alone with your thoughts, an hour and a place where you will be certain of just a little privacy, and ask yourself some simple questions.
- What do I need?
- What makes me happy?
- What is it in my life that’s making me unhappy?
- What and who am I afraid of, and why is that?
- Where and when do I feel safe and comfortable?
- What is happening to my health, why am I tired all the time?
- When and how can I make some time for myself?
- Who are my friends, and who can I really trust?
- How can I spend more time with my real friends?
- How can I express myself, how do I show the real me to the world?
- How can I connect with the people I love and care about?
- How can I pay all the bills this month, what about the mortgage?
- How do I find the time to do the shopping, and how do I pay for it?
- If I leave, who is going to do everything that needs doing around here?
- How can I ever show my face in that bar, ever again?
Some of these are big important questions, and some may seem more trivial, but if you ask yourself any of these questions, then the answers are very important to you. If you try to look at the big and very important questions first, then you may become discouraged because they are just too difficult to answer. So maybe don’t look for any answers at all just now. Just for now concentrate on the questions, write them down in your journal, or notebook, but for Gods sakes don’t leave your jottings anywhere where anyone else has the slightest chance in Hades of finding them.
If all that seems to difficult, then make the questions simpler, like;
- How do I feel today?
- What excites me?
- Who has captured my heart?
- What I want is…..
- My heart longs for…..
Or perhaps write all this stuff down, and then burn it, and flush the ashes down the toilet to join your failed marriage / relationship / friendship / love / partnership / shitty job.
Only by knowing what it is that we really want, need, and desire ~ and what we don’t want in our life under any circumstances can we move on in any constructive and positive way.
Some say that we have to understand what our needs are, first and foremost. And that if you don’t know what your needs are how can you ever satisfy them. All I know is that the more you are forced to give to others, the more you need to give to yourself.
give yourself a wonderful sunrise,
enjoy the peace of the natural world