Everybody Wants You When You're Bi...

We are ALL bi-polar. 

Those who imagine they are not have the mental issue. 

We as a species are doing AWFUL things to ourselves...each other- indeed to the very planet- that over time will HAVE to put a terrible zap on our brains

(or if you lean toward the spiritual...our souls.)

Recognise...& do your best. 

We are all humans, for chrissakes; doing the very best we can with this weird dealy we call LIFE.

When we put so much pressure on ourselves to be better- to do better- & when we accept the often unreasonable and unwarranted pressure OTHERS put upon us...

It can really fuck us up. 


Inevitably...we will end up taking it out on others.

Being waaaay too hard on them.

The main thing is to not be too hard on OURSELVES.

For then...

 

we are SUNK.

Memes to be screamed at. (or Screaming Memes...)

This is written in sweet new age cursive lettering, against a pretty aqua background...seems harmless enough at first glance.

But on closer inspection it screams EGO.

Does it not sound a little like it is suggesting we surround ourselves with ADORING FANS????


Let's do a little re-write.


"Surround yourself with giving, loving, kind and generous people...people who make you want to be a better, more loving, generous, kind & giving person.

& don't stop until something stops you."


That...I can live with.

The Last Post...

As another evening draws to a close, I should make particular mention of some people who said some very nice things about me today.

Insults- for whatever reason, burn me badly, & I seem to carry them around with me forever.

Compliments are too easily discarded because I'm not entirely sure I feel worthy of them.

However- if I am to learn to take compliments- I should at least acknowledge them.

So...thank you.  You know who you are.


Tonight, I am also thinking about the veterans.

I don't care whether your war was legal or not.  I have a soft spot for veterans.

Whether you see them as heroes or government pawns is neither here nor there.  The bottom line is, many of these soldiers were young men who really believed they were doing the right thing.

You know my views on war- of course it's an absurdity.

But I 'aint the one to judge.

I was a naive young man who joined the police force thinking it had something to do with justice.

More fool me.

Although the military and the constabulary cannot be compared- the choice to serve is much the same.

So, in my empathy...I feel a sense of obligation.


Next week...I will be helping out at the homeless veterans shelter.

To me...the words 'homeless' and 'veteran' do not belong in the same sentence.

I want to lend a hand- partly because I think it is the right thing to do- & partly because I want to listen.

Hear these men's stories.  Shut my yap for five minutes...Listen...& understand.

Show some compassion, & try to make a difference, instead of spouting dogma about how rotten war is, or the government is.

Humans are a war-like species.

I'm not going to solve that tonight, or even over the weekend.

Neither are you.

We might NEVER see an end to war.  Oblivion might find us first.

But in the meantime- while we wait for the big one- helping a few vets clear out their living space seems a damned sight better than bitching.

At least...until I can come up with a better idea.


To the veterans...

I know many of you feel betrayed; but I can't help but think...

We failed you, to a greater degree than you failed us.

Many of you truly did your best, to do what you thought was right.

What you were told was right.

My beef is not with you.


In any case...

Thank you for your service.


JWA

Potty Mouth...

Please forgive me if I have already covered this...but it's a topic worth revisiting & might be worth touching upon for the benefit of my new friends. 

I have something to say about my propensity for drawing attention to my bathroom parts- even though I am approaching 50. 

It happens from time to time; I seem to be drawn to discuss my privates. 

I can't seem to help myself. 

In this regard...I seem to slide into this (bad?) habit and revert to childhood. 

It's almost as if I haven't been properly toilet trained. 

I have been thinking about this for the last hour or so now...a part of me is bothered by it. 

But a part of me knows...it is something almost uncontrollable.

It seems to be my truth...& I will never shy away from my truth, because herein are often contained certain fundamental clues as to my persona, from which I can learn about myself. 

I think it's an interesting topic. 

At times...I find men's/my love for speaking about our/my Johnson quite tiresome and boorish. 

I'm a reasonably intelligent, spiritually attuned fellow; but I doubt I will ever be considered for PM or the Nobel Peace Prize, given my priors for talking freely and openly about my doodle.

I find something strangely...cathartic about raising the subject in a frivolous way occasionally. 

I assumed it had something to do with my sexual abuse as a child- but it might not have.

Maybe ALL men do it. 

Maybe most women do it. 

I have a feeling...my making light of these topics may have saved my life.  (given me a way to process my sexual molestation at a young age without going totally batty.) 

Many people in my position have killed themselves WAY before this. 

It is best left to the judgement of others whether this is a good thing or not.  I have certainly come to see any life as precious, so hence, see it as a positive. 

So...if this is how I process that early abuse...then more power to me, I guess.

But I can understand how some people might find it immature, and offensive.

I think as adults in a perpetual state of arrested development...we do what we can to survive... 

& rely on the kindness and patience of our friends. 

So thank you.

  

I Like Head.

I like my head.

& I especially like people who post their head in their profile pic on FB.

If you like your head, you probably like the rest of you.

And if you like all of you...you will likely like all of others.

I am an other...& that means you might like a-me.

And if I like-a me like you like-a you...& we like a-both-a same...

I LIKE THAT!!

Pregnant Paws...

And another thing. 

You won't hear men saying this very often, because it can be misinterpreted in so many ways by women that it's often better to keep your mouth shut- but the fact is...

I, and most of my friends, think pregnant women are very sexy indeed. 

She doesn't have to be my woman- pregnant with MY baby to be sexy. 

This isn't a power trip. 

Nothing to do with ownership, or any of that macho shit.

Man, I even have a book full of pregnant ladies, & it is the sexiest thing I have EVER seen.

This is it; " Pregnant Goddesshood: A Celebration of Life."

The book is a thing of beauty, as are the women contained therein.

So...if you are pregnant and feeling 'ugly' or 'fat'...

then you are also out of your mind. 

Revel in your beauty; the earth mother only has this very special glow for...nine?  nine months.

So make the most of it. 

You are SEXY AS HELL.

Key Master...

I was in the ghetto the other day, & a Latino gang banger asked me for a smoke. 

I gave him a couple, and he asked me if I was from OZ.  I confirmed his suspicions, and he instantly warmed to me. 

(It's funny, that.  We seem to be well liked.  It doesn't hurt a traveller to come from a country people like...especially in gang territory!) 

Anyway...then he asked me what I was doing in the ghetto. 

I told him I like it in the ghetto. 

He looked stunned. 

I told him, I have tried yacht clubs and I have tried ghettos...& I just prefer ghetto's. 

I like the honesty. I like the danger. I like to LEARN.

(& don't forget...I can LEAVE any time I want. THAT is the important bit.) 

Then he asked me how I could travel, being as how it's so expensive. 

Sigh...I looked at his burning cigarette, & I asked him; 'how many cigarettes a day do you smoke?'

He replied 'one, maybe two packs.' 

I said, 'you give up the smokes for a few months, you got airfare and walking around money right there.  Any country you want.'

He nodded in agreement.  'Damn!  You're right!'

Priorities, people, priorities.

How badly do you want your freedom?

How much do you love your prison???

Some of you guys are in prisons of your own making. 

Work with me here...I know you can set yourselves free.
 

You just need someone not from your life to show you where the key is...