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  • Medicated Lady to be a Mother

    Medicated Lady has decided she needs a dog. Although she was sure 2 labs would make the perfect pets, she decided that perhaps two dogs as big as she is was not necessarily a good thing. ML has spent days looking for a doggy at various shelters. She thinks it’s fine if other people want…

  • Self-Serve

    I sometimes wonder if I’ve made an impact on any of the men’s lives I’ve dated. I don’t understand man emotions because they have never been explained to me, but I wonder if I’ve caused them pain or sadness. In such times, I take comfort in the possibility that I might have mattered in some…

  • Not Much Point to this Post

    I feel as though you and I, dear reader, are beyond polite conversation. That’s why I say I probably will not have a sustained meaningful or sexual relationship with the guy who sent me an email to say hello and that he was surprised he could read the email I sent him through a dating…

  • Phrases Sure to Confuse The Straight Man

    “Don’t you think orphaned Asian children are the cutest things ever?” “I have been wanting to introduce you two for a while now. This is my lovechild, Bunny, who I share custody of with his other mother, Bryan.” [It’s the Other Mother part that is confusing, not the Honey-Bunny part.] “Do you ever have questions…

  • The Handing of the Lemons

    When life hands you lemons, I suggest • having narcotics on hand • having a friend-spouse who will tell your business to the world • cocooning • curling up a ball and rolling yourself somewhere dark and safe • blocking all light • you think about those people who are allergic to sunlight • giving…

  • Going Nuclear

    I mentioned in a previous blog that I would post the finest confusing rejection I’ve received in my relational career. It is from one Nuclear Luke. Background: He winked, I winked, he said, “great smile,” I said, “thanks,” he said, “sorry for not getting back to you sooner, I’ve been studying,” I said, “okay, what…

  • Cosmic Binder Clips

    I’ve accepted paper clips, rusted when I should have chosen binder clips, the fancy kind bigger the better, easier to keep all of me in one place.   I’ve kept myself in messy stacks papers sticking to other papers and other stacks useless copies, rereading what I’ve written twice already.   I’ve favorite pens that…

  • Giving Away

    I wrote this some time ago about the heat of texting I sometimes feel. It’s a love/hate relationship I have with technology, though I can admit underneath it all, it has nothing to do with technology. (Note: I feel as though I might have posted this before but my glance-through revealed nothing…but I didn’t look…

  • swallow

    I swallow a deep sob because some things are best swallowed. That’s not dirty, swallowing. Take it down, your medicine. Kind words make me sad because I can feel the hard edges of them. I can feel the tenderness of my own soul, and I wish I was just a hair harder. Which makes no…

  • How to Get On with It for the Love of Jesus

    If you have to use Aspercreme on sore muscles, wash and rewash your hands. Once or twice is not good enough, because should the icy-hot fire somehow get around your what-not area, it will burn for hours and you will be miserable. If you haven’t already done so, just get on with it. Eat chips…