Take out the garbage.
Do my core body workout.
Clear the table of receipts, papers and desk stuff. There is not usually much because I try to keep that space uncluttered, but I cleared out a drawer so there stuff I need to file or recycle. Passing by the table these past couple of days has me wanting to get back that blank slate table state!
Call my mother.
Work on a personal genealogy mini project I have going. Ask my mother a few questions about birth dates.
Write a week of Sexbit items for my blog and my Facebook page.
Figure out my editorial calendar for the next 6 weeks - articles, essays and advice posts.
Work on my porn curation posts. I let my arousal instinct guide the way. What imagery turns me on these days. Brightness and clarity has been on my mind in a big way for many months but I feel something little more lush and sensual brewing inside of me. Time to go through my files and see what creates a spark of sex in me.
I am trying to streamline my online presence but must make sure things don’t get banned because of sexual content. I have a Facebook page but don’t post links to my xxx website. In fact, I keep all visual xxx content to my personal site (and if you find it on any tube sites - I didn’t put it there!!).
I do however write about sex over at Facebook but without using explicit slang. I keep it medical and clean yet still fun and saucy.
In any case, I am trying to figure out how to have my Tumblr cross post to my Facebook page. The button to connect just doesn’t seem to be working.
I am frustrated. Mildly so.
An error in judgement a few years ago is causing problems today. I am handling it ok - dealing with it without feeling anxiety for making the mistake in the first place. And it does reinforce certain, more recent, choices.
Life is like - a roller coaster… or a highway… or sailing the ocean… or peeling an onion… or a box of chocolates… or blah blah blah.
I’m out at a bar. I don’t engage in late night drinking much these day (daytime either). However, I was tempted because I was downtown and it was bluegrass night at my favourite watering hole.
So here I sit. Close to major universities in streets flowing with FROSH. They are banned from this establishment but still other young adults come here for their excursions.
I say young adults because at 42 years old anyone under 30 seems young - especially those getting their first degrees. Very young indeed.
On this occasion I am pondering what it means when the young men of this patron group approach me.
Why do they seek me out?
My answer is sex. Obviously. I mean my answer. Not that the truth is obvious. Because I really don’t know their motivations.
Though I think it is fair for me to assume that many are at the bar for sex and/or romance in some way or another. Friendship too. Oh, and the booze.
Yet I wonder if the roles were reversed, that twenty one year old gals were approaching forty two year old men, what would it mean, how would it appear, and how would it all end?
Yesterday I picked up about 60 long playing records from my father’s collection (he had well over a thousand - mostly jazz, blues, bluegrass, folk with a bit of rock and country).
I made my selection based on my current musical taste, nostalgia, and instinct. As I play them on my little record player I will post a photo and the track listing.