That feeling when the universe is a massive expanding void of entropy but everything’s okay because you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. Continue reading Least Complicated
Category Archives: Quick Thoughts
Math & Orgasms
I’m conducting a social experiment. I have a hypothesis about Craigslist. While a veritable gutter of thievery and whores, it’s also a giant flea market for kink. If you know how to use the system it can work for you. In my experience if you want something that specific, the fastest way to success is being direct with an many people as possible. Cuts down on the bullshit. I just posted an ad to Craigslist titled Knows What She Wants. Continue reading Math & Orgasms
Hi ho
Singing a song about sleeping
Worrin’ bout words
Haunted by baby mice
And poorly framed premises
Funny bathroom conversation where prostitution is legal…
“Uh, don’t you love the feeling of peeing after sex.”
Why is that not okay now.
Sex happens at night, after we’re alone. When no one is looking.
I prefer my sex in the middle of the day, or better, morning. Getting someone to just give you excatly what you want until you say stop. That’s a new thing. The entire world at your fingertips because you don’t actually get here until you can master the fingertips.
I started with a squiggle pen. I found out the highest setting on the pen mimicked the feeling of a vibrator. Well, it was a little more sporadic which is why I seem to tend toward a varied tempo. Changing the count right in the middle makes me so wet.
Yeah. Baby.
I played a jukebox song that softens the blow of my new role. Get ready America… I actually think the dominatrix is the next bitch to rule this nation. We will have to work our way up the line but before I die, I want to see my elements of power put into use. We exist. I can feel it. The number of women that know we aren’t less than men, just differently equipped. Don’t confuse equality with being the same. We ARE different. But the trans movement is fixing that. I’m just ahead of my time
In my Sick Sad World the human race evolves into a tribal culture that values ability over appendages. We are the same in nature and appearances are the eugenics of fear. Learn to let go of the fear. Learn to let pain pass through you. Have faith in the ability of our species to cope if nothing else.
I’m an outlier. I’m not consistent. Most people stay consistent because it’s economically viable. Just remember your ability to accept change that isn’t immediate to your situation. Be open to new ideas if you don’t understand them. The first impression might not tell the whole story.
I hope I’m here next weekend.
Jukebox 201
People at the bar will judge your choices. Stay silent. Stay proud.
All music has a heritage. Even if you order food to go.
PC Dump – Okayabortion 8/20/2007
I found this little nugget of self awareness from 2007. Originally I had written a note to a friend that I believed would think less of me for having an abortion. She and her husband tried to conceive for over a decade before finally carrying a baby to term. My self-hatred was at dangerous levels from being depressed for most of my adult life. In the end, misguided emotions can still yield positive results. That “friend” turned out to be a manipulative egomaniac, so I deleted the part about asking her forgiveness.
Mostly, I want to share the part where I am just beginning to realize what kind of energy I have around me. I’m not blaming other people for my problems and I’m trying to find an outlet for my grief. The self I am now is just starting to stir in the darkness. I was still 2 years away from finding yoga and about 6 years shy of seeking therapy but at least I know I needed help. My depression was an insurmountable burden and here I’m still concerned with the comfort of others. I had so much to learn. Continue reading PC Dump – Okayabortion 8/20/2007
Confidence
When I tell someone they need more confidence, the first reaction is always, “I have tons of confidence!” Continue reading Confidence
Advertising
If someone wants attention, I hope they get it. I hear other complaining about unwanted attention. I hope all the people heaping this unwanted attention on the unwilling can be drawn away. Like a zombie hoard following a car alarm. The attention seeker needs to stay on the move to avoid getting mobbed. The key to maintaining popularity is a continually new audience. Just like Hollywood stars except calibrated to the level people actually warrant. Some people will be disappointed by the number of degenerates that still don’t find them interesting. Continue reading Advertising
Commerce
Today I witnessed a TV commercial for St. Jude Hospital, or as Memphians call it St. Jude’s. The sad music and slow motion shots of bald white children reminds me of the starving-African-children charity commercials from the early 90s. Back when things like terrorism and daily suffering happened on other continents. A submissive male voice sadly recounts the vague premise, “Cancer sucks – We try to make it suck less hard.” I slowly realize the advertisement is meant to pluck at heart strings.
I’ve probably donated more to St. Jude Children’s Hospital than any other non-profit, cumulatively. There was a period of time in Memphis when every other purchase I made donated some reciprocal amount to the hospital. The only pride I could have in Memphis resided in the cancer research done in that facility. My dark side also relishes the fundamental structure of the experiments – if you offer us your child’s tragedy we’ll give a free lodging and a slice of hope. It’s a win-win from where I’m standing. I gave money to them because there was real progress being made.
Seattle feels as far away from Memphis as Memphis does from sub-Saharan Africa. I suppose it isn’t really that strange. I just wonder how many people here donate something to St. Jude versus the locals donating to the Seattle Children’s Hospital. The research St. Jude does is impressive but all sick kids are sad. Even the curable ones. I’ve spent most of my recent charity on the service industry recently. In the coming years I hope to reinvest all my charity in myself. I guess that means my ultimate goal is to be a good investment. I think I’ve already found some people who believe that’s true.