....and I hope that the season finds you well. I am thinking...what an odd place/position to find oneself in....to own a successful review board...appoint moderators...roll your eyes as you read various bits...wield the axe when you have to...sit back and smile when you can. And, at the end of it all, continue to collect the funds that will enable you to continue in the original purpose. I am sure this is not making you rich but I doubt it is hurting either...so I just want to say, thank you for keeping this open. It's a hugely interesting bridge between fantasy and reality. We are all people here....regardless of our projected persona....I think this is a wonderful bridge. I am making no sense...I will compose my thoughts.
I am listening to Oasis. I just said goodbye to my two babies. I am more than slightly emotional...not in a bad way....just...emotional. I always have a sense of loss when they walk out that door. It's not a bad thing, it just is what it is. This is my attempt at context.
I should go to the bar down the street. I may do that yet. I doubt it though, I work tomorrow and I am a responsible citizen....hahahhahaha....fuck it, hello Inglewood.
Having said that, I had one of the more randomly bizarre experiences of my life today. I always walk my guests out to their vehicles once their visits have concluded (that's just a cool Nigerian trick, accompany the visitor back to the village)....and so, as I come back, stands a lady looking lost....who asks me..."how are you?"...i reply...rather guardedly..."fine"....she says...."do you have a phone?"....sigh. I bring her up to my place, she asks for more..."can i use the washroom?"...yes, first door on the right...then I set to washing dishes, I have no dishwasher. She comes out, I wash. "Do you need the phone?"...."no, may i just warm up a little?"...of course. "would you like a drink?"...."no, i am o.k."...."are you a bachelor"...."yes"...it is clear to me now, as she pulls out a fifth of vodka that this is a streetwalker.
She asks..."are you done?"...i look back..."not yet"....then I dry my hands and join her on the couch where she patted me to do so. I ask...."What do you want?"....she makes a motion with her finger into her mouth in the classic cocksucking gesture....I demur..."sorry baby, wrong house, I have a girlfriend"
We talked some....I had asked her about her Christmas earlier...she replied that it was fine. Now, she said..."not so good". She asked for taxi money, I said a bus runs by, she says she hates the bus. I shrug and say....I will get you on a bus, best I can do.
Long story short, it was a random thing. I helped her back into her boots at the door, stooped and zipped them, pulled them as she pushed down....but didn't walk her out to the door. I simply closed my door behind her....and that...was an error. She deserved a walk out. She is a human in a tough world...I am glad to have met her.
kindest,
eddie.
I am listening to Oasis. I just said goodbye to my two babies. I am more than slightly emotional...not in a bad way....just...emotional. I always have a sense of loss when they walk out that door. It's not a bad thing, it just is what it is. This is my attempt at context.
I should go to the bar down the street. I may do that yet. I doubt it though, I work tomorrow and I am a responsible citizen....hahahhahaha....fuck it, hello Inglewood.
Having said that, I had one of the more randomly bizarre experiences of my life today. I always walk my guests out to their vehicles once their visits have concluded (that's just a cool Nigerian trick, accompany the visitor back to the village)....and so, as I come back, stands a lady looking lost....who asks me..."how are you?"...i reply...rather guardedly..."fine"....she says...."do you have a phone?"....sigh. I bring her up to my place, she asks for more..."can i use the washroom?"...yes, first door on the right...then I set to washing dishes, I have no dishwasher. She comes out, I wash. "Do you need the phone?"...."no, may i just warm up a little?"...of course. "would you like a drink?"...."no, i am o.k."...."are you a bachelor"...."yes"...it is clear to me now, as she pulls out a fifth of vodka that this is a streetwalker.
She asks..."are you done?"...i look back..."not yet"....then I dry my hands and join her on the couch where she patted me to do so. I ask...."What do you want?"....she makes a motion with her finger into her mouth in the classic cocksucking gesture....I demur..."sorry baby, wrong house, I have a girlfriend"
We talked some....I had asked her about her Christmas earlier...she replied that it was fine. Now, she said..."not so good". She asked for taxi money, I said a bus runs by, she says she hates the bus. I shrug and say....I will get you on a bus, best I can do.
Long story short, it was a random thing. I helped her back into her boots at the door, stooped and zipped them, pulled them as she pushed down....but didn't walk her out to the door. I simply closed my door behind her....and that...was an error. She deserved a walk out. She is a human in a tough world...I am glad to have met her.
kindest,
eddie.
