Today, as in years past, Facebook will be ridiculously inundated with hundreds of postings about Mother’s Day. *sigh* Many people have already or will be changing their profile or cover banner photo to one of their mother or to one featuring themselves photographed with their mother. Fine. While that act is a nice indicator of honor and remembrance of their living or deceased mother, I’ve always found that sort of thing a bit pointless to do on social media, if not just plain superficial. Then again, Facebook is full of superficial people who do superficial things. As such, I suppose the Facebook profile and cover photo changes on Mother’s Day (and on Father’s Day, too) is par for the course. Again, this is, and has always been my feeling on the matter. Anyone taking offense or strong opposition to it won’t change my mind. In fact, I think those persons would do well to simply accept the fact that everyone will not agree with what they or other people do on social media. ANYWAY…
One thing which I will never understand is why some men post [on social media] Mother’s Day greetings to each other. Really, fellas? I find that sort of thing absolutely silly, completely unmanly, ignorant, stupid and certainly disrespectful to those women who are or who serve as mothers. I feel the same about those women who post or verbally pass Father’s Day greetings to members of their kind. In recent years, I’ve seen members of my ethnic group do such dumbass shit on Facebook. Where the fuck is the confusion on which parent’s day should be observed or celebrated with honor in the months of May and June? I don’t get it nor do I want to “get it”.
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. 🙂
THAT MOMENT WHEN…
… the head and/or the shaft of your dick is sore as fuck several hours later – and the next day, too – after having rubbed it vigorously (while watching porn, of course) because you didn’t bother to apply spit or some kind of slick lube to it first. UGH! (NOTE: Precum doesn’t always do the job of lubrication, fellas.)
Today, Sunday, December 25, 2016 is the first Sunday I didn’t have to work this year… and in a number of years. That’s only because Xmas – a holiday I normally get off anyway, fell on a Sunday.
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