I’m old enough to know (and life continues to remind me) that in the so-called “two/three kinds of people in the world” scenario, there is yet another category set to consider (at least as far as I’m concerned):
those who don’t have a clue
those who don’t give a fuck and
those who do
Of the three categories listed, some people do not know where they would stand or fit nor why. Other people however, do. I suppose the latter is a good thing because living life is easier when the other person either already knows, can clearly see, or is shown exactly where you fit and where they fit.
Hopefully you will always be associated with people who continuously show themselves to have an intelligent clue about both the important things in life and the seemingly or supposedly less-significant things in life; people who also can – or at least would be willing to give a fuck about many, if not most or all, of the same things you do. – RobFather X
Shhh…! Always live in your truth! Have fun and enjoy your one life! Human sexuality is fluid. It’s natural and is meant to be that way! Do whatever you do sexually with good sense, personal care and safety, with the proper, well-understood consent of potential partners and, when necessary, with a measure of discretion. And remember: You are an adult. There’s never a need to tell anyone (or everyone) about who or what kind of things you’re into or might be willing to experiment and/or get into on the sexuallevel. That kind of information should only remain between you and your selected (and hopefully trusted) partner(s).
I want to thank my friend Christian M. who inspired me to write this article. Christian says, “The best part of getting home from work is vodka in your cup!” Sweet. I’m happy that works for him. As for me, I don’t drink vodka – at least not straight – but I do get his meaning. I know some of my friends like to enjoy a glass of Hennessy cognacbut I have neither liked nor drink that stuff.
For me, the best and usually first part of getting home from work (or from anywhere) is simply and immediately getting naked. Seriously. Clothing for me can sometimes be so… restrictive. (Read my two-part article The Freedom of Nudity to better learn and understand my position on nudity and my clothing-free home lifestyle.) Therefore the moment I enter my home, off go my shoes, socks (if I’m wearing any), shirt, trousers or shorts and undershorts…that is, if I decided to wear a pair of undies that day. (I am and always have been a shameless freeballer.) Alcoholic drinks such as wine, rum, a couple shots of tequila or a beer then become an immediate and better-enjoyable second. 🙂
I can relate to Atlanta comic artist Cory Thomas’ illustration shown in this link but please; after five decades of living and being aware of my world, I see simply a social norm, not any “strange new reality” or “weirdness of being Black” in everyday life for me and other people of color who live and/or work with White people after Donald Trump’s election to the U.S. presidency.
CHECK IT: Though I live, work and play in a valley which consists of any number of closeted and openly racists and bigots, I – unlike some, shall fear no evil mindset, heart, attitude or spiritual character held or expressed by any man, woman or child. For I have been raised, adequately trained, educated, tried and tested to always be on the ready to fearlessly put such people in check and – when necessary, to aggressively further defend myself against any negative mental and/or physical onslaught against my person. In short, one would be most wise not to ever come for me unless I specifically send for them.
*Sigh* I realize this video clip – while seemingly misogynistic, is humor. Of course it is. Still, it gives me cause to express a few things that came to mind while watching this somewhat-funny video clip.
You see, out of the few females to whom I am related (e.g., my foster mothers, sisters, nieces and cousins) and out all of the females whom I either lived with, dated, had for fuck-buddies or the one to whom I was once married, none were morning coffee drinkers – at least they weren’t around me. That worked well for me because I am not a coffee drinker and very much abhor the odor of scented brown water cooking in the morning. Thus, I’ve never met any female (or any male, for that matter) who acted like the woman in the video; persons who for years I’ve been calling “crazy mandatory morning coffee drinking muthafuckas”. Now, as far as the early menstrual cycle days of those females so mentioned is concerned, I think this video holds a great deal of humorous truth. *chuckles*
BTW: I don’t hate people who drink coffee. However, many of them who “simply need” or who “have to have” their morning coffee each day “just to get their day started”, tend to get on my goddamn nerves with their “I gotta have my morning coffee or my day… along with that of everyone else, will be fucked if I don’t!” childish rants, behavior and attitude. Yes, I said it; and I’m not apologizing if anyone reading this article happens to take offense. Consider that I have probably held my attitude against those “crazy mandatory morning coffee drinking muthafuckas” a lot longer than some of those [who have chosen to take offense] have been drinking it! I certainly am not going to change it now.
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