Dear, dear L.O.,
Your going was so unexpected.
There was nothing to anticipate it.
Neither of us knew in the morning what the evening would bring.
Each day becomes lonelier.
And when life's sweet fable ends,
Soul and body part like friends;
No quarrels, murmurs, no delay;
A kiss, a sigh, and so away.
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| A woman's work is never done. |
Well, one of these days. Maybe. I'm pretty busy at the moment. Taking care of a new baby can be exhausting, and if you've got three other Shetland riders to herd .... I'm glad my mom is able to help me, as is el jefe. My mini-me is kept busy by my mother but she, my mini-me, is also very helpful and interested in everything going on; well, she tries to be helpful. She does the best she can. El jefe keeps the two future world conquerors busy. He loves being a dad, no doubt about that. He keeps me busy, too, being a boob man (and an everything else man!). I'm happy to oblige. Why not? He gives me what I want and I give him what he wants (respectively, a back rub and a sandwich...or something).
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My mother and I recently invited some friends over for coffee and cake and we chatted about this and that, enjoying a pleasant afternoon. During a lull in the conversation, one of my mother's friends looked directly at me. I looked back and she held my gaze for a couple of seconds before saying, "You're a very serious girl." I was a bit surprised and didn't say anything. But my mother, looking at me, said, "She always has been." I looked at my mother, then out the window. After a few seconds of silence the conversation began again, covering other topics. It was as if that exchange had never happened.
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The thing I don't get is that supposedly heterosexual men seek out and enjoy sex with these T-girls, knowing full well that they are males. I repeat, heterosexual men do this, not gays. There may be dudes with boobs but there definitely is no such thing as a chick with a dick. If it has one of those, it's a male. Period. You may say that's just a small minority of men who go for them. But I don't know about that. I suspect that all this moral outrage men express over transsexuals is probably phony: men are really good at faking outrage over sex stuff. I wouldn't doubt that the most loudly scornful would have sex with a T-girl that caught his fancy without hesitation.
Anyway, men enjoying sex with men dressed as women is nothing new. I found this story in the Dec. 10, 1907, issue of the Los Angeles Times:
“Seven of the men, including the
host, Joseph Harper, 24 years old, are alleged by the officers making
the raid to have been gowned in feminine apparel.”
After a few paragraphs, the paper
says, “According to Police Sergeant Gifford and the officers of the purity squad who conducted the raid, a degenerate orgy was in progress
when they entered the house.”
“All the men are charged with lewd and
dissolute conduct. Seven were dressed as women and the police say their
acts were such that the charges against them can be upheld in court.”
“Police said that officers learned
about the party several weeks ago. Arrangements were made to have some
of the officers in the house.”
“The raiding officers in plain clothes gained entrance to the house and mixed with the strange guests. Several other officers climbed into the house by way of a rear window and concealed themselves beneath beds. After watching the party for over two hours, whistles were blown and the raiding party rushed into the residence.”
Well, boys will be boys. And sometimes girls. And the cops enjoyed the party for two hours before lowering the boom. Heh.
"Sadie Thompson gathered herself together. No one could describe the scorn of her expression or the contemptuous hatred she put into her words. 'You men! You filthy dirty pigs! You're all the same, all of you. Pigs! Pigs!'"
~ W. Somerset Maugham, Rain
But amusing pigs. Oink!
A repost from August 11, 2020
I ran across this comment on a message board discussing East Asian cultural and history matters:
small aircraft with only two seats were used to rescue injured soldiers,
flying into the most dangerous and difficult locations where there
often was no formal landing strip. |
| Shirley Slade, WASP |
September was when it began.
Locusts dying in the fields; our dogs
Silent, moving like shadows on a wall;
And strange worms crawling; flies of a kind
We had never seen before; huge vineyard moths;
Badgers and snakes abandoning
Their holes in the field; the fruit gone rotten;
Queer fungi sprouting; the fields and woods
Covered with spiderwebs; black vapors
Rising from the earth -- all these
And more began that fall. Ravens flew round
The hospital in pairs. Where there was water,
We could hear the sound of beating clothes
All through the night. We could not count
All the miscarriages, the quarrels, the jealousies.
And one day in a field I saw
A swarm of frogs, swollen and hideous,
Hundreds upon hundreds, sitting on each other,
Huddled together, silent, ominous,
And heard the sound of rushing wind.
~ Weldon Kees
