I’m in a rant of a mood today. Most of my days are very simple, work then go home, maybe a writing group then bed. It’s a simple, quiet life most of the time.
That might seem like a boring existence but I’ve found that it’s really the only way I can keep my sanity. Days like today, when I have writing group and have to be semi-social remind me why I stay away from people. They’re fucking stupid, irritating, rude, condescending, hipsters, soccer moms, and douche bags, all running around as though they’re doing something important between checking their phone and bragging about how much they overpay for stuff they don’t need. The level of pretentiousness is overwhelming.
I’m at Whole Foods, if you hadn’t guessed that already. It’s an annoyingly convenient location for this writing group but simply walking through the aisles to get a bottle of water before the meeting is enough to make me want to swear off humanity forever. Continue reading
It seems like every time I check my news feed I see half a dozen articles that piss me off. I should really just stop reading the news, it always puts me in a bad mood.
Today I read a piece on the Huffington Post, “Why the Boy Scouts new policy on gays sets a dangerous precedent.” Article.
Before I go into the wrongness of the article I’ll give you a little background on myself. I was an active member in boy scouts for many years, during that time (fifteen years or so ago) were the first debates about homosexuals in scouting. I came down firmly on the side of gay rights. It was too early then, the changes were shot down. Many boy scout troops are also sponsored by religious organizations, mainly Christian, something else I was not a fan of, but that was the driving force behind the ban on homosexuals in the organization.
However… I think the BSA (Boy Scouts of America) just made a step in the right direction and opinion pieces like the one in the Huffington Post are steps in the wrong direction. Continue reading
A couple days ago I wrote a post about Google changing it’s content guidelines for their Blogger site, Explicit Posts. I copied the email they sent me about their new restrictions on explicit content. Well, apparently I wasn’t the only person that had an opinion on the topic.
Today, I received a second email from Blogger rescinding the guideline change.
This week, you received an email telling you about some changes we were making to the Blogger Content Policy. In that email, we announced a change to Blogger’s porn policy stating that blogs that distributed sexually explicit images or graphic nudity would be made private.
We’ve received lots of feedback about making a policy change that impacts longstanding blogs and the negative impact on individuals who post sexually explicit content to express their identities.
We appreciate the feedback. Instead of making this change, we will be maintaining our existing policies.
What this means for your blog:
Commercial porn will continue to be prohibited.
If you have pornographic or sexually explicit content on your blog, you must turn on the adult content setting so a warning will show.
I’ve written a bit about the open marriage with Cat and how it was the best two years of the marriage. Well, whenever I write about it I get the inevitable question;
“If it was so great, why did you end up getting divorced?”
That’s a great question, it really is, and not one that is simple to answer.
During the open period Cat and I might have been able to get along, trust each other again, be happy and healthy, but ultimately our shared history was too much to overcome.
When you first meet someone they’re like a blank canvas, full of potential, one big mystery. Each experience with that person adds something to the canvas. Nothing is ever removed from the painting, good or bad, it’s there forever. You can’t take back memories. When you have mostly positive experiences the collage is bright and colorful. When you have mostly bad experiences the collage is darker.
I used to seriously wonder if I was adopted.
When I was IQ tested at a young age my mother refused to tell me the score. The only reason I asked about it, personally I didn’t much care, was because one of my close friends at the time used to run around declaring he was a genius because he had an IQ of 145. My mom said I was in the top percentiles with him but the actual number wasn’t important. I’m not sure if she did that to protect my ego or his.
I’m a fairly intellectual guy (and egotistical), excellent at problem solving and logic, and no one else in my family is in the same intellectual categories as me. I’m the first college graduate and by far the most successful of anyone in my family. I remember when I was a teenager looking at my parents and feeling kind of ashamed by their lack of success and drive… and wondering where the hell my brains came from because obviously my parents weren’t that smart.
It took many years and far more life experience before I learned to appreciate the type of intelligence my parents have. Continue reading
For all of you noobs, you can read the explanation and previous posts on the Naked Thursday page.
There are some things that not real good to do on Naked Thursdays, other things work out pretty well.
One of the things that works out well is buying that fancy new video camera you’ve been drooling over.
You want to do some home videos? Naked home videos. You want to make a sex tape? Naked sex tape. Want to catch your kid’s soccer game on video? …Ok, you might not want to do this one on Thursday. Parents tend to have pretty conservative views of naked people around their kids.
Even better than one camera, you could buy and set up dozens.
You could rig up your house like it is going to be the next Big Brother house. Capture your entire life on video tape, ever wrinkle and fart. After a few Naked Thursdays, you could probably sell all that video to one of the cable channels. It seems like that’s the new twist on reality TV, naked reality TV. You could be the next big star! Like the Kardashians!
Actually, can you think of any celebrity-reality-TV-stars that aren’t assholes? Maybe you should keep the tapes to yourself.
If you have any suggestions for things you’d like to see featured on Naked Thursday leave a comment below or visit the Contact Me page.
For all of you noobs, you can read the explanation and previous posts on the Naked Thursday page.
There are some things that are not so good to do on Naked Thursday but other things actually work out pretty well.
On Naked Thursday, one of the things you might consider is starting your life of crime.
For the sake of your humorously short criminal future I won’t consider a bandana covering your face cheating the Naked Thursday rules. You wouldn’t want to make it any easier to identify yourself than it already will be. Eh, tiny? Continue reading
I was out walking my dog this afternoon and noticed a flock of Mormons making the rounds in the neighborhood. This is unfortunately common. There is a large LDS church/school just down the road a couple miles and the neighborhoods in this area get more than their fair share of door to door missionaries. You can see the young, student missionaries a mile away. They are all clean cut young men, walking or biking around the neighborhoods in groups of two or three, wearing black pants, white shirts, black ties and name tags.
Going door to door for god, such are the glories of modern religion.
This is something I’ve been working on for weeks. The concepts are difficult to articulate but I think it’s finally come together.
There are three different concepts that are inextricably intertwined in relationships in our society. The terminologies might be different, but the ideas and points are all very similar… and all very wrong. The misconceptions around these points ruin many relationships and blind us to opportunities that might lead to a happier life.
Most people don’t realize that possession plays such a large role in our romantic lives. We don’t consciously think, “She moved in with me, that pussy is mine now,” but subconsciously that’s exactly what we think. It’s what we expect. In a serious relationship we believe that we own our significant other and that they own us. This is even more obvious during marriage ceremonies where two partners vow their body, their mind and their lives to be together… forever. That partner has “rights” to their spouse’s body. If that spouse cheats, the other partner reacts like a first grader that just had their toy taken away; “No! That’s mine! I don’t wanna share!”
Jealousy is the direct result of feeling ownership over another human being, not wanting to share.
Ok, ladies. You wanted honesty after my last post, here you go:
So, after only a month or so of being in our open relationship Ann and I have decided to close it.
I originally suggested the open relationship because Ann and I were still pretty new and being monogamous in a long distance relationship can be problematic. Ann is also freshly out of her Marriage, so she’s a lot closer to her “sowing wild oats” phase than I am. Forcing her to be monogamous so early in the relationship would have been a terrible idea, especially since she so quickly enjoyed the benefits of being open after our trip together.
So, we tried out being open, but it was obviously creating friction between Ann and I when I used my benefits (which should be pretty apparent if you’ve read her blog over the past few days).
For me, being in a closed relationship is fairly easy since I’ve been divorced for years already. I had my fun, now my sex drive waxes and wanes depending on my partner, no good partner means very little sex drive. Good partner and we can fuck for days on end. So, only having sex every 3-4 months when Ann and I see each other shouldn’t be a problem for me.
And yet… I’m more nervous for our relationship now than I was before. Continue reading