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from 1971 or is it 1972 I remember listening to it on the radio. Sad song. .

listening to Elton John .



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Note. I'm reading what other folks are reading here.  .... Hello.              .Shelby Lynn Telephone You tube.

 

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There are people and places that I really and truly miss. 

Then?

There are people and places that people think I miss.

They'd be wrong.


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My dog just came over to me and put both her paws on my leg. Then she looked up and me and whined that whine that means, "You know if you're stupid enough to stay up late into the night writing on that computer,  go ahead. But do take a moment and open the door to the bedroom so that I can jump up onto my sleeping bed.  I need sleep even if you don't."


Lol. She has made a good argument .

Off to sleep.

Get your self some sleep as well Gentle Reader.

It's a big world and you'll need your rest to see it.

Hugs,

AuthorAnn

PS

This 12 dots and a blot.
It's a writer's blog.

A fiction writer's blog.

Fact and fiction co exist here.

If you don't know which is which?

Please.

Do not ASSume.

Ask.

Cya.



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Okay.

So here's the thing.

Today is National Coming Out Day.

I had a friend ("... had..." because he's now dead from AIDS) who was 'happy'.

I loved that man.  (Plutonic because he wasn't interested in me. Not that way.)

He was the person who introduced me to dance and Martha Graham.

I would watch that man dance and just be happier than I thought was possible.

He was openly gay.

Never apologized for it.

Always hoped for that great love of his life.

Didn't happen.

Why write about it now?

Well I was looking to see who was reading my blog and it would seem that some Gentle Reader must think that  I am 1) gay or a guy and 2) interested in porn "gymnastics"

You would be 1) wrong and 2) wrong.

Not interested and not interested.

I like sex with the opposite sex. If you knew me you'd know that I was celibate. Have been for a long time.

My friend?  He told me that someday he was going to meet someone who he was in love with and hand and hand they'd go to a clinic to go get tested for AIDS and then live happily ever after.

He did get tested but he never got the happily ever after.


I don't need porn.  Like my friend?  I need a relationship.

And for the record, to whoever thought that I'd be interested in porn involving anything?

I'm not.

This isn't one of those indignant comments. It's actually a very quiet and serious reflection about my friend on National Coming Out Day and how he spent his whole life hoping for a relationship.

Sex is easy and cheap.

Love is precious.  Worth more than gold.








I just don't need angry or screwed up people in my life at the moment.

I need friends who love me and will miss me when I'm gone.

I need stable, happy, and laughter.

So do you Gentle Reader who came here from that porn site.

I think that you need stable, happy, and kindness as much or more than I do.


Hugs.

I won't kick you out of this blog. Instead?

I hope for you a kind day?

'Cause porn is kind of sad and demeaning to people no matter what their sexual orientation.


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Good night you.

I'm so sleepy that I can hardly hold my eyes open.

If it were daylight I'd be (like the song says) "...dappled and drowsy and ready for sleep..."  in a puddle of sunshine in the corner of the living room.  At this moment it's dark and there's no warm sun beam to keep me warm.





And to think

"...You were only waiting for this moment to be free..."

And I was only waiting for this moment to take off this stupid bra.

Ahh now that is better.



'Night.


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Sometimes I think that it would be so much easier to be a guy.

 

 

 

I hate the waiting.

 

 

 

Once I decided to stop the insanity and asked the guy out.  

 

 

He accepted and cooked a really impressive dinner for us.

 

 

 

Unfortunately?

 

 

 

There was no chemistry.

 

 

 

I was lucky that he didn't laugh when I asked him out.

 

 

 

It wasn't the rejection that worried me.

 

 

 

Nope.

 

 

It was that he would laugh at me or think that I was weird because I asked him out.

 

 

Shouldn't have mattered

 

 

but it did.

 

 

 

So should I call this person who I haven't heard from in years and years?

 

 

Or should  I not.

 

 

 

Opinions welcome.

 

 

 

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going to sleep. Filled up with cheese sandwich and ice water. Sleepy. Need hug and a kiss. Not from the dog. Sigh. More likely to get kiss from dog. .:( I love my Pups. Sometimes I'd rather be with them or Pup rather than another person on Earth. But then? There are days when I wish that the phone would ring. .

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Ya'll you know those dream bubbles?  We'll some of them had BAD dreams in them. Woke up at 4AM from bad dream.  Now the dogs are barking and scary.

Yikes.

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Update. The fella I thought was a jerk. The one I wrote about. The one who used is disability to manipulate people into doing what he wanted them to.  Well he's back.  He was delightfully AWOL for months and now he's back.  It's awful.  I wish that he'd go away and find other people to pester.

Please.

PS I don't dislike him because of his disability. Nope. I don't like him because he uses people with his disability.  :(

Good news? My son is back from his trip. Yay.  I missed him but I think that he had adventures with his dad.  Double yay.

Off to see stats.

WB says maybe I might be in trouble because I said President V Putin looked "hot" in his photos. My son wondered if I'd get in trouble for writing that Prez Putin was going an excellent job handling his pole.  (fish pole idio see previous blog posts.)

Dunno.

I'm sitting here writing and keeping out of trouble.

WriterAnne

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I'm gonna dive headlong into sleep and be covered up in dream bubbles.

 

 

 

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Dear @craigyferg The definition of comic insanity is telling the same joke over and over and expecting folks to laugh.


(feel free to tweet over and over and over....)


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Happy Birthday V.Putin.


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