For [A Select Few] Males Raised with Lots of Sisters
Kindly pass this message to Them at your next holiday dinner:
•Which one of you idiots graduated this moron? •You useless twit. What were you THINKING?! •Did you use any objective testing criteria? •Sigh.. I knew you didn’t. That’s Eighteen Shades of Obvious. •Well, Thanks for Nobody and his giant mound of Nothing… just what we all needed…Another ASSHOLE!!
I’ve been chased to the brinks, Forced to jump-crash-and-sink Into the spiraling vortex of Insanity, Driven to the Edge by the endless, bottomless, ceaseless, filthy, nipping, gnashing, unappeasable, pursuing Dregs of humanity. Mayday. Dependence Day. Help Me. If not today, Then soon.
Shine on me Showcase me Embrace me Encase me Risk your life to save me Envelop me Face-to-face me Fix your gaze on me Examine me Taste every bite of me Skin-on-skin with me Lay waste to me Disparagingly disgrace me Inflame me Incinerate me to ash Hide the Remainder To wear in a vial in your pocket later.
Enmesh me until you Outer-erase me. Eat the flesh on me. Don’t stop until You’re completely full, And wanting more. If you’re hungry Or thirsty, I’m always Here for You. Always.
I’m definitely not an objective expert on matters of Human Sexuality, but my numerous years of being a Human myself have led me to a few observations.
Maybe I’ll address them in future posts, but I’ll confine this to the One Screaming Loudest:
I’ve discovered RECENTLY that many people seek sex for RELIEF rather than for JOY. I’ll gladly stipulate to “belatedly” on all counts of Said Observation, but it doesn’t alter its actuality, factuality, or potential falsity.
Perhaps the Truth of the Matter is blown out of perspective by first-person spectating, but I STILL don’t believe Those In Search of Sextasy can find it with people whose sole pursuit is Relief (though Relievers usually aren’t so picky).
I think two people have to at least be open to the opportunity of JOY for there to be any chance of finding any made mutually. The good news is: Once Joy is secured, Relief is easily obtained.
If this seems like Obvious Logic, trust me, there’s nothing obvious about social mores today!
I don’t know when collective standards changed, but they most certainly and drastically have! I can’t even tell you what they’ve changed INTO, and in the absence of external input, the same goes for the Accepted WHY. In fact, things are SO GRAY out there, I’M LOST!!I need help!! I’m begging for it!
Please know I’m NOT saying ALL Change is Bad. How could Change EVER be bad??!! Change-for-higher-purposes is one of humanity’s greatest virtues.
I joke about my many marriages, but the fact is I’ve only been married twice and divorced twice. You’d be surprised: some peoples’ ratios aren’t balanced.
The aberrations are the “never-married-but-legally-divorced” folks (who have fractional ratios), and the polygamists (whose ratio is multiple).
Anyway, it’s highly ironic that my highly-civilized, highly-respectable mother has been married considerably more times than I have and would only consider sharing her secret number with a potential marriage partner – but I have no doubt she’d be honest about it. She’s VERY nice. Nice people are divorced, too.
So I don’t know why she finds it appalling when I bring up her prior marriages – even to my own father, who she married when they were both 19.
Maybe the reason I feel like I’ve been married and divorced so many times is because I have? Probably also why I think about marriage in mathematical terms.
I’m sure it’s all compounded because, as a childless person, I haven’t had the opportunity to rewrite history by living vicariously through my children.
The worst part is that I feel there’s NOTHING I can’t do to convert this Giant Heap of Pain into ANYTHING to prevent MY Fate from becoming the DEFAULT Adult Fate. And what almost kills me is that I can’t do anything to prevent it from becoming the Default CHILD Fate, either.
Yesterday I spent two hours soaking in the bathtub.
Today, I put on eyeshadow and clean clothing, left the house and got in the car, only to drive all the way across town to get my hair cut, colored, and styled. Then, I crossed back over onto MY side of town and got my nails done, both upper and lower, each in a differing shade of glittering pink.
I capped off the experience by ordering a flimsy summer dress from Amazon, hopefully in one of said cornucopious shades of HOT PINK (if you know your pinks, you know the TEMPERATURE counts).
Anyway, I wondered if maybe I was coming out of my funk, literally and figuratively. And then I thought: no, if we’re going literal, I’m too Super-Freak to EVER come out of my funk!
In the Stark Realities witnessed when visiting The True Crime Cybercommunity, the case of Gabby Petito hits Home for many people.
In addition to literally occurring in real time, virtually in front of our eyes, it also represents everything the Average Homo Sapien collectively loathes in our species:
A Friendly Foe Deliberately Inflicting Pain On Someone Weaker.
The Betrayed Party was Overpowered by the Trusted Party When Defenseless Against Attack; Armed-Robbing Innocence of Its Most Fundamental Right, The Inviolable Right to Life, Extinguishing her Flame During her Prime; Denying future Rites of Passage, Snuffing Them Out And attempting to defame the Public By claiming There Was No Fire even while it was still smoking, Through Post-Accessory Deception and Attempts to conceal the ashes of The Sadistic Crimes of Violence Through Incestral Collusion With the Family Lawyer.
Forgive me if I hope the Laundrie family burns in hell.
At least until they’re HIGHLY toasty.
Even then I don’t think they’d be decent for s’mores during that family camping trip where they Hatched their Plans to take Family Secrets to the grave.