I feel like a pervert today. I keep having all of these nicely violent sexual images in my head. Some sex would sure be nice. It sure would be nice to have a boyfriend and get to have sex whenver I wanted again.
Speaking of, it's a little disheartening that the older I get, the harder it is to find anyone I would spend any good amount of time with. I got divorced over a year ago and I haven't had a boyfriend since. I've had plenty of cozy friends, but I have never gone more than 3 months since I was about 14 without having a boyfriend. I like the standards I have, but they sure do fuck things up sometimes. Over a year. Sheesh.
Despite the 'lack' today, I'm still in this wonderful mood. I've been happy for atleast 3 weeks with no little emotional breakdowns. I don't know how that is, and it makes me happy but leery at the same time. How pathetic that being consistenly happy makes me so leery. I'm too jaded.
I'm just lucky I have some absolutely beautiful friends. If it weren't for that I think I'd go crazy. In my dreams I grab a Nick, a Mindy, a Jim, a Seann, a Jamie, a Steve, and a Scott. I put them in a bowl and blend them up with an electric mixer. Bake for 13 minutes and I have my dream boyfriend. Tsk.
Speaking of, it's a little disheartening that the older I get, the harder it is to find anyone I would spend any good amount of time with. I got divorced over a year ago and I haven't had a boyfriend since. I've had plenty of cozy friends, but I have never gone more than 3 months since I was about 14 without having a boyfriend. I like the standards I have, but they sure do fuck things up sometimes. Over a year. Sheesh.
Despite the 'lack' today, I'm still in this wonderful mood. I've been happy for atleast 3 weeks with no little emotional breakdowns. I don't know how that is, and it makes me happy but leery at the same time. How pathetic that being consistenly happy makes me so leery. I'm too jaded.
I'm just lucky I have some absolutely beautiful friends. If it weren't for that I think I'd go crazy. In my dreams I grab a Nick, a Mindy, a Jim, a Seann, a Jamie, a Steve, and a Scott. I put them in a bowl and blend them up with an electric mixer. Bake for 13 minutes and I have my dream boyfriend. Tsk.
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What he writes must be his way of venting, turning his anger to a creative rather than destructive purpose.
...yeah, I can picture him with the pug. I don't like pugs though. Ugly little things...
I've seen the blurb for Shit Magnet since I've ordered from Feral House publishing before. I got the biography on Jack Parsons: 'Sex and Rockets'. Good read.
I've only read an article or two of his and some excerpts from his books on his website or a website related to him. I remember him ranting about the sex workers/industry of Portland. In that particular article I didn't appreciate his style. I felt he was out of line trying to tell these women what illusions they could or could not have. I had no problems with him attacking the more sleazy elements that run and profit from the industry though.
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When you can get around to it, have some money, you should order or purchase Cosmic Trigger by R.A.Wilson. I am reading it right now and I am convinced more than ever that he was the best choice for personal hero in my life.
I believe after that one book, you'll be hunting down everything he's ever written. I certainly have.
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Appreciate the freedom you've got. It'll help you appreciate things in contrast later.
Mix a little someone up for my mom, wouldja? She got divorced ten years ago and hasn't had a serious relationship since.