Someone at the Door

Green [02]

Environment, lot of talk

We've all been told to use less

Progress is a great thing

Political Correctness?

British Prime Minister Gordon Brown's supporters, Scotland and disability campaigners were up in arms (does that translate, simply, as Gordon Brown supporters?) after Jeremy Clarkson called Brown a "one-eyed Scottish idiot" while comparing the UK leader's handling of the global economic crisis to that of Australian Prime Minister Kevin Rudd, at a press conference in Sydney earlier this week.

I think it may be a sign that we are taking life a little seriously, chaps.

Apparently, "It is an absolute outrage of the worst kind."

He is the Prime Minister. What did we say about that Howard idiot?

Speaking of idiots, I started smoking again.

Blood Red Sky at Sunset

A business from Misery

Floods in Brisbane. Fires in Victoria. The news service is like a chick lying back on a banana lounge with her whole hand up her snatch, fingering herself. It goes into overdrive at disaster. We can't miss one horrific moment... think of the ratings.

We stared at the television, with our mouths open, for hours, as if we were witnesses to a car accident.

Trying to Get into Shape

My fucken bike had a flat tyre, yesterday. This happened last year when I was trying to get into the routine of riding, I think I had three. I went out to my bike, all ready to go. I done it, two days in a row, I've built a routine on less. I was pissed off. The neighbours got a mouthful.

So, I went for an hours walk instead. I wonder if I should just stick to walking?

I could have walked the bike to the repair shop on my way, but, of course, I didn't think of that until I got home. Idiot!

I said no to Mardi Gras. I know I haven't been for a while, but I just didn't fancy being at the party on my own, off my chops, suddenly it didn't feel that appealing. I've always been to Mardi Gras with a boyfriend. If I go with Shane, he'll be off hunting men to shag not to be seen again until Sunday some time. I know, I know, I shouldn't be such a baby.

I'm off to the country, record temperatures with standing, for a couple of days. I'll have to get as many visits in as I can before the place sells.

Kane didn't call, re dinner, so I didn't call him. 

Hit the Road... Fatty

Second day of quitting smoking. Am I ever going to do this? I kept my cool all day. David didn't even notice. He usually tells me he is scared and flees the house because I become aggressive. Not today, like a lamb.

Went to the pool. Perved on the boys. There were a couple of wog boys I just wanted to lick. I had to physically grab my chin and turn my head back to my writing draft many times.

Black, furry, muscular legs in black shorts... bulging out to here. Tight little arses as they passed by.

Second day of riding my bike. Got to get onto those pesky 5 extra kilos, especially if I'm going to Mardi Gras. Shane's keen. David's getting into the idea. Me, I'm not so sure. Same old tired everything, no doubt. For a group of people who are supposed to be on the cutting edge of creativity, not much has changed, or has been innovative, in the past 10, or so, years. Dykes on bikes, deathly dull drag queens who still lip sync. Don't tell me, midnight, 3am, 6am, 10am shows, marching boys and a sense of never-done-this-before from the baby poofs. Ug!

I went to buy new bathers, this week, and I had to buy a size 34. What? No! I've gone from size 30 to size 32, over the years. But never a size 34. I CAN'T BE A SIZE 34!

"Miss? Miss? Are these sizing's a little on the small size?"

"I would have thought the opposite, if any thing," said the waif shop assistant.

I'd forgotten how much of a perve the pool change room can be. Usually, I don't head in there, I don't usually get changed at the pool, but I had to put on my new bathers. Naked men every where.

So, I'm back on my bike. Speaking of which, gotta go.

Bike ride

Go see my mum.

Finish my short story.

Dinner with Kane.

 

Now I Have You Just Where I want You

What to Do?

Kane and I have both had HIV tests in the last month, both of which came back negative. I guess I have been avoiding him a little because of it, as I know what it is going to lead to. Should we? Shouldn't we? Is it a good idea? Is it a bad idea? I mean, we're not boyfriends, at best only fuck buddies.

I guess the next sensible thing is to go and have tests together? I should have worded my doctor up yesterday when I went. Before we go ahead. We are going to do "it" before we do the tests together, I know.

Half of me thinks, all of my positive friends have unsafe sex, there should be a chance for the negative boys to do the same. And I want to, of course I do. Just do it, don't think about it.

The other half of me is not convinced, kind of goes against everything I have believed to be true, for such a long time. You know, you only have unsafe sex with boyfriends, if you like, love keeps you safe. I mean, I don't know Kane that well. Although, I believe he is truthful and sincere.

Kane is a hot bottom boy who is really keen for it (me to give him babies, as he puts it. shudder, I hate that expression) and am I keen too, don't get me wrong. It's just that my sensible self keeps questioning me.

Ah, what to do?

Lovely Day

I should call someone and go out for lunch. Get out of the house.

I should so ride my bike, to get rid of this paunch.

Life is not all Internet porn, you know. I must remind myself, not log onto it in the first place.

I text Kane and said he should come over and let me pull his pants off, he said he was working. LOL! Although, it was a nice way to be greeted for the morning.

Lovely day to wash my car... that is if we hadn't fucked up the world.

A great day to walk the dog... I should think about getting one, just for these occasions. I am a nicer person when I have a dog.

I should go see my mum.

I should ride my bike to my mum's.

Some hours later...

The day was gorgeous, the Yarra was sparkling, the ride to mum's was lovely, out in the fresh air. The school boy rowers on the river are a nice distraction, something pretty to look at.

I stopped off at the kiosk in the Fitzroy Gardens, on my way back. As I pushed my bike up the steps and between two tables, an old man and his dog were at one and two women were at the other.

"Don't walk over him," said the old bloke. "Or he'll have a piece of you." He pointed to the Border Collie lying at his feet.

"If your dog is going to take a piece out of anyone, put a muzzle on it."

"Ah, go away," said the old bloke. He dismissed me with a wave of his hand, but I wasn't having it.

"Listen here mate, by your own admission your dog is dangerous, so I would suggest to you that you put a muzzle on it before it, actually, does bite somebody..."

He looked at me directly and said, "Piss off."

I could feel my volume increase with that. "You, old man, quite frankly give dog owners a bad name." He turned his back on me with that.

Inside the miserable looking focaccias were $15, $16 if you were inclined to risk the salmon ones. "You are kidding," I said. "I only want something to eat, not shares in the business."

The poe-faced waitress' expression didn't change. I settled for coffee.

The old man eyed me all the way back to my table, but he had put his dog back on its lead by then. He put on his sunhat and left not long after; knee high socks, checked shorts, nobly knees.

As I left, the two woman at the other table looked up and smiled. One said to me, "Enjoy your ride." She smiled. "There are some characters in the world, hey?"

Sunny Tuesday

What a beautiful day. What a great afternoon to sit inside at my computer. Not.

Maybe, I could take my lap-top to the pool? Too many distractions, I'd guess.

I've finished 2 short stories and I'm working on 3 more. Best I get to it, stop trying to find other things to do.

I was thinking I might enter the midsumma short story competition, the deadline is Saturday. But, nothing is really finished and I've had lots of time to get them finished. 4 days? I could still do it.

I tried to entice Kane over, after work, for a little, um, distraction, but he was going to the doctor and then to the gym. Grrr!

One last look at Roger...

The World Psycho-Drama

So a 4 year old was thrown from the Westgate Bridge by her father. And the whole world is shocked and saddened, apparently.

Sorry, but I'm not. History is riddled with sadder things. History is awash with worse things man has done to man.

Why should I care? I didn't know the kid or the family. Why is the whole world shocked and saddened? Why do we hook into the world psycho drama so easily.

My theory is that we as people are now so self-focused that we make such tragedies all about ourselves. For instance, the idiot family who went to the base of the Westgate and gave thanks for their own two children. Aren't they missing the point, somewhat? It's not about you and your children, it's not about you and what misfortune may, or may not, befall you, it is about someone else's pain that has bought them to this tragic point.

Have any of these families, who are so busy wallowing about in their own fear contacted the mother and the two remaining children to give help? I doubt it, they are too busy lying down in their own fear and misery, enjoying thinking about themselves, enjoying making it about them.

Again I say, turn off the news reports, stop buying the newspaper and disassociate yourselves from the world psycho-drama, the constant tale of misery that is thrown at us to sell the news (making news moguls richer) and life will seem so much happier.

As Louise Haye says, You are what you think.

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