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I am pretty sure it is nice. Once in a while, on a nice day, I expect something to jump out and try to eat me, or worse, feed me some really bad food. Priorities people! But, no, I think fate will pull a nice day into a beautiful and successful one. Not because I'm an optimist, almost the opposite. I rarely get much excitement. Yeah, I know, whine if I win, complain if I lose. A pessimist is a son of a gun to please! Gallows humor, but it's all I have to cough at you this morning in spite of all the blessings unfolding. I'm just not awake enough for more in any case.
No dreams that I remember. Sleep was grand, even with the girls in again last night. Reminder to self- self... close the bedroom door, and check it by 19:00 again. I don't mind, it worked out, but they can be annoying. I have gotten used to sleeping alone, and like that save once in a while. Cats aren't like women, mind you. As long as you get king size blankets for a queen sized bed, as I recall. I can't remember a single woman who didn't hog those blankets. Which usually works with another secret tactic. If I can start out sleep with the covers, and my own cover sheet, if she stole the rest of the blankets but my cover sheet remained, due to my natural heat, even with a window cracked or simply open, I was usually fine. My favored way of letting her know I needed blankets was getting her to scream Oh God, if that had more to do with feet, and cold ones, than a foot. :p Poor lasses. They suffered horribly under the lash of their tyranny reflected... I even enjoyed her version of payback. Women are timid but quite inventively, directly, painfully, exquisitely cruel. It's... why we get along so well. My cruelty is more generally like my wit, dry and sneaks up on you, save when you steal all the blankets. Loverly! :)
So, today? Oh, I did wake relatively early. I had the alarm set for 8:30. It went off, and after a minor struggle I did get going. I am awake, the sun is up, and everything seems to be on the up. Weight is right where it should be, and stats look good. I have been having them be a bit high. I didn't think trying on the other arm would be any better, so didn't try. Sometimes it isn't. Today it was a huge difference, between l-118/74 and r-134/92? Pulse is in the 70's either way, which is lower than my prime. It was always 82 from the time I was getting regular checkups until I got out of the Navy. Still, I am pleased. I am trying to get back to checking that first thing every morning. I don't mess with blood sugars first thing though. For some odd damned reason, my fasting blood sugars, with 8 or 12 or even 24 hours of no food, is always higher, sometimes radically higher, than after I eat. Why would even a candy bar and a regular soda bring that down? Seriously, that is just whack. Yeah, some of my medical just annoys me. Can't I just be normal, ever?
I can't swear I will make it to town. But that is the goal. Shopping, a gift, a meal, and a visit, perhaps. Just enough to bring home some proverbial bacon, check that the world still exists and that the windows or horizon are some sort of optical illusions, and to be able to say someone knows me. It might be all we double-agent ghosts get. For this one that would suffice, for now. I am often caught coughing up pieces of my broken luck, but grinning the whole time. It ain't all, or even at all, bad. Not always. Not even mostly. Not even when it is. I'm a happy pessimist, I guess? *Woot!*
Get on your bikes and ride. Good day.
Doom:
ReplyDeleteThat's why I like sleeping with my man. If he's cold, he doesn't steal the covers, he reaches over for a bit of warm flesh...nut'n like rubbing two sticks together to create a bit of heat! (YUMMY!!)
HaHa...sorry.
Tom cats make good bed fellows, too, though, but if they get uppity, I may have to cut their balls off.
Smiles, my friend--
Rafa
Oh? Hahaha If I get bored with even a somewhat rare, exciting, excitable, subset of women, think how bored I'd get with men!
ReplyDeleteBesides, it's... a predators thing with me. Men are only for alliances or war, most are unworthy of either even then. It's ingrained, like a tattoo on my soul. The only penetration I could consider would be final I am afraid. Lions may truly one day lie with lambs, but not with each other... in my paradigm.
And women? No man can be half so absolutely beautifully murderously loon. Their minds are... alien. I love getting in there. And their scent and feel, to die for. Come to think of it, I believe I might have died for it a time or two. Have you... ever tried to be with one?
But I'm stuck. Like the broken clock, and at the crack of Dawn. Yum!
fffffffff... men! Says I as a tenaciously cling to MY blankets ..
ReplyDeleteAnyways, the pets are abeggin', it's time to make coffee and face the day.
Have a nice day .. To the both of ya!
foam,
ReplyDeleteOh, don't take it so hard, or even the wrong way. Some of my women truly have been... a unique subset. Nigh on to as nuclear as I am. Just of proportionate power, and with that womanly nature that holds gentility as an ideal and enforces it like law when they can get away with suspending reality with it for their favor, or just to catch their breath. Like Frankenstein's bride to be would have to be, or something. I... dance around some things, but... You probably think I jest. And that is fine.
It's just, too, when I see a man drinking, and drowning on, sand, as I see things, even if he thinks he is being nourished, I have to try to... help him. Water is... just so... sweet. Even, sometimes, when it is poison. Perhaps actually for that, for some of us. And, well, he started it, Mom!
It is possible. You would be amazed at what is not only possible, but easy... over time. Start out truly seeking for God. He doesn't demand, He just loves, purely. As you see it your feet will lead you right. Ignore those who say you must, they are merely the jealous kin to the prodigal son... look to God though. His will becomes spelled out in you, for you. You just have to trust me that I know of that which I speak.
oh, well .. but i was jesting with my above comment .. :-)
ReplyDeleteand, no, i don't think you are jesting at all right now.
i sometimes walk a crooked path. however, i do have faith in my life. i tend to keep it private though.
have a nice rest of the day, doom!
I'm as private as a nudist on a beach about that which is important to me. A God flasher? :p
ReplyDeleteI thought you were... teasing. I played it either way, just in case. A wet blanket with a little snap of playfulness at the end? I hope.
Doom:
ReplyDeleteFunny how we see the very same thing in men, yet feel it so much differently. What is love but war? What is a bed, but the perfect battlefield? Two men, naked yet for their physical prowess. Who will be KING, stabbing the other at the core of his hearth. Who, in ultimate sacrifice, will accept defeat and the sword? Final? Perhaps not, but surely 'till they love again.
Have I tasted the sweet waters of feminine charms? I have, as a matter of fact, enjoyed them. I find women beautiful, their smell divine and their minds wicked webs of intrigue. Their downfall? Once caught, too easily they succumb to the sword...it's their nature (in my humble opinion) to receive as they give of themselves body and soul. Men, fight it tooth and nail, AND THAT, my friend, is heady water, indeed. For me...
Drowning? One man's sand dune is another man's desert oasis. Who's seeing truth and who is blind? Or is neither blind, each nourished in his own truth?
On a side note, homosexuality is natural throughout the animal kingdom:
Lions [edit]
Main article: Animal sexual behaviour#Lions
Both male and female lions have been seen to interact homosexually.[80][81] Male lions pair-bond for a number of days and initiate homosexual activity with affectionate nuzzling and caressing, leading to mounting and thrusting. About 8% of mountings have been observed to occur with other males. Pairings between females are held to be fairly common in captivity but have not been observed in the wild.
I worry not for my spirit, for it was tuned by God, Himself. I honor Him, by staying true.
Sorry, my original comment was supposed to be for shits and giggles, nothing more.
Rafa
What is love but war indeed. I have most certainly covered that topic here. As you war, love also, Sweetpea... I believe that is the last way I phrased it. After indicating about true war to go hard or go home.
ReplyDeleteAs for women not warring? Surrendering? Aye, in a certain sense. I consider myself, roughly, an aspect of war. But not just the direct. War is a thing of the body, but too of the mind, spirit, perhaps soul. Women are fantastic warriors. They surrender easily, mayhap, but they never give up. Further, they will yield only to rob you blind in the negotiation, reneging on the terms before they are signed as well, certainly after. Perhaps it's just the women I have known? The trick here is to only negotiate for that which you would have given freely anyway. *evil grins*
I simply think you have found the wrong women. My form of ode to my most recent love is the type of woman to try. Her passions never ran dry, she fed me her fire, and much else, and it was safe for her to do so in all ways. The world might have thought badly of her. If what the world thought of her is true, I am worse. I did eat her sin, if too that seemed to... temper my own. All of her darkness burned mine, combining into the ash of love. If she would never admit it... that being... a dark side of the fun for me. I knew anyway.
As for the world? I am not of the world. Knew that before I even knew God. Oh, and don't fuss. It's ended up being an... interesting, thought provoking, conversation... for my part. God does love you as you are, true. I will never deny that, if I might argue there is more... another time. I wondered if it was just a tweak, but... I have all the time... in the world. And now a funny grin on my Gesicht, akin to the one you had.
If your videos are an indication, I'd never believe your women surrendered to you except after an exhausting fight.
ReplyDeleteFor what you appear to be looking for, it is possible that you may find a lost soul seeking redemption at BMan. You can be her god until He is.
Pole-dancing Catholic virgins might be in short supply though. ;P
As for pole-dancing Catholic women? You know... I'm all about rolling my own. Start with the pole-dancer with a right spirit, tie the binds, toss in some adult education (Catholic, mind you) classes, and... Look out. I would only watch for emotional support.
ReplyDeleteAs to surrender? She had her holdouts, if she was slowly losing those to me. Probably still is. And while she kept her freedom, she did mostly surrender that to me. She just held a reclamation chit so she could say she still had choice. Games. When she needed or wanted something, even if I was not involved, she would bring it to me. Call it surrender or not. If too, the only way a woman can own me is to completely and utterly surrender to my will. She, I think, was finding owning Doom was far better, and cheaper, than renting... even at the cost.
Not cheap. Not easy. But once done it is like walking with God. Much easier done than... said? thought?
I should admit something though. I don't want to actually own a woman. I want claims on her fertility. True. I want her to come to me, if she goes to anyone, on most things. There is wiggle room here though too. Side advisers, friends, sisters, if they prove out, are useful. Fertility and time share, that is what I do demand. The rest will just work it's way out. Not always easily, but that too can become a... favored memory. *burn*
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