August 15, 2018
Disclaimer: Men Born Male Only, No Gays, No Skirt Wearing Fairies, No Transgender, No Women Allowed!
No, I do not apologize for the disclaimer, read on and you will understand. Need I remind you that my blinds closed are not a good sign. Something is wrong with me. It is not good.
I have a serious problem. Upon arriving home, my cats were there at the door to greet me. Lambert, Murphy, and Maurice. All waiting for me. Lambert talking and talking so loudly. Lambert likes me to get in the house, so it is a home. Until I am upstairs, he says I have not yet gotten into the house.
The other day when I arrived home Murphy was not there to greet me. Lambert was there. Maurice was there, but no Murphy. So, I started calling to him when I see Lambert go upstairs and rather quickly Murphy and Lambert walk down the stairs. Lambert when up the stairs and told Murphy to greet me while I take my shoes off. That Lambert is just so good. At the time I believed I had not done enough work with Murphy. Obviously, I needed to spend more time with Murphy because he just wasn’t responding.
Until this morning when I arrived home, they were all there. Except, Murphy is not acting normal. Murphy is acting traumatized. I am looking at Murphy and he looks scared and upset. Then, he tells me, he does not like the person that enters my home while I am at work.
WHILE I AM AT WORK SOMEONE IS ENTERING MY HOUSE?! UNACCEPTABLE!
There is a story being asked of me, you do not get my support. I am beyond politeness and manners at this point and time. My cat, Murphy does not like you in my home! He told me so!
Let me tell you more, by the way did you get me a cup of coffee too? No. Well, the correct person was in the fast food store, not behind the wheel.
The bathroom was closed to me tonight. The bathroom at work was closed to me tonight. Why?! Because I cleaned my floor in my home how I wanted to clean it and NOT how she told me to clean it. Are you fucking kidding me?! Whose house is it?! It is not hers or yours, it is my home. My floor was clean. However, I did not clean it the way she told me to clean it, therefore, she closed the bathroom.
You do not get my support. Until this changes, I will not write this story – if at all.
Do you actually wonder why I want another job? I had to say it out loud tonight. I am so grossly unhappy. I am so grossly unhappy with heavy, heavy, heavy weight. I am looking for another job. Grossly unhappy. I want to move on. I believe I have more than earned the right to move on. Every day it is the same thing, I want to move on.
See, they get all excited because I write about blow jobs and how much I enjoy giving blow jobs, however, there is bad works about, causing problems that are weeks and days behind. So, for some men I am unable to give them the time of day.
No, I am not unisex.
No, Maurice is not unisex. Maurice is not gay.
If you had to adapt my stories about my cats into a movie, Maurice is the good, stable, affectionate man. He would be the man so in love with his wife that he just enjoys and loves – just being with her. It doesn’t matter that it is the dull, boring, everyday stuff of life because he gets to be with her. There is nothing wrong with that. What a wonderful way to be. Honestly, I have no idea what that is like in my real life. How wonderful though that it is possible that men could be so. He still has a problem with being held, he shakes when his middle is touched, Lambert does too. But, you should see this roly-poly boy so happy he has a home and is loved just enjoying himself while I am home. Sometimes climbing the walls, rolling on his back, stretching out with satisfaction. He is Maurice the Handsome!
Did you actually think ponchos would frighten me? Affirmative.
Certain things I will not mention. I have my reasons. You have your orders.
Yep, fragile about this female weight problem.
No, there is nothing wrong with red. It does not mean rage. It does not mean anger. It does not mean anything other than being a color.
No, there is nothing wrong with blue. It does not mean pregnancy. It does not mean babies. It does not mean dog and dog training. It does not mean virus. It does not mean dirty. It does not mean fat, or heavy. It does not mean anything other than a color.
I soooooooooooooooooo did not want to let him in front of me!!!!!!! If I did not see that he was not going to stop I would have hit him because I did not want him to be in front. Because I said he was dead to me, does not mean I want to kill him, see him hurt or injured?! But, that was really hard to let him in front. I did not want him to be!!! Yep, I changed my mind because of who was in the building tonight. I am tired of throwing things away. No, I am not a dog to him.
Had you let it happen naturally it could have healed something between us. Because once they illegally placed the Bluetooth, they did not realize that something like a God whisper could happen. God whispers a name in your ear, and they know its true. They’ve seen the playback. Yet, they stuck me with that short person who I did not want to introduce, so we will never be able to speak again. I want to move on.
To be understood, I loved him, I was not in love with him. There is a difference, and when he went away, I never for one moment ever thought about killing myself. He would not be able to have that effect on me. Ever.
Suicide skin, now, I am used to being able to think in infinite room and space. In my world above my head there is universes – plural – of room and expanse to think through. Although tonight I was not allowed that. Tonight, I was pushed down to just a few inches off the floor. Fuck you!
I shudder just recalling this. This person is highly educated, upper middle-class income, educated, however often fantasizes about suicide. If they do not get a redirection of mind-thought-energies, they just might. They might anyways. They would not be hurting others merely choosing to end their life. It was a heavy, heavy night for me. If you take a person leave them in a dark place for years without the sun, for years, their skin would change into a sort of porous material. Not like over-dried sun skin that is like leather. It would, to touch it, the skin would sort of ooze, sort of ooze a watery like substance. It was like wearing suicide skin all night. YUCK!
Hardwood, this man helped me see things differently. This is why specificity is so crucial, so important, of the utmost security. This hardwood does not stem from a belly or stomach. It is groin. It is legs. It is erect.
Yet, do not believe I am so simple as to fantasize about this. Yet, I saw things differently because he was there.
Wilkerson, I do not know how this got confused with a black fan. Nope, not in a million years would he, could he, intimidate me. I know who he was keeping eyes on and for. But, this notion of a black fan is a problem. So, my movie choices will remain until this is corrected.
Ride ‘em hard! There will never be in a million years a soft pull. Your time is over. You’ve had your chance. You never had a chance. It will always be hard, hard, hard, hard, hard, hard, hard! It will always be me riding him so hard his eyes roll back into his head. We must stop to eat, rehydrate and go again! Hard!
Serious problem, Murphy is having a problem because someone is entering my home who has no right, is not allowed and should not be here.
So, in addition to this heavy weight, my gross unhappiness, my Murphy who used to always say before, did you need something Cherith? Just tell me. I will do it. I am the Murphy. Murphy the Magnificent. Murphy the Brilliant! What did you need? Just tell me! Is giving me signs of trauma. Trauma?! Trauma!!!!!!!!!
I have a serious problem if Murphy or any of my cats are unhappy!
Therefore, so do you have a problem.