Gone a bit dead

It's interesting how I think the best you can do is roughly aim for something and then whatever will come takes over, like fishing but far less precise. I found someone on Facebook who wants to see me, of all the hundreds of people I've contacted this is only the third. I will see. And I actually found another old sign using Streetview which wasn't at all hard to get to either. I also reckon where the meeting is and what happens is also pretty well out of my control besides keeping it out of the centre of London. Like many things I see a certain age looming ahead and don't want to be past it before the good things finally arrive.

Besides a few work bookings there's nothing else planned ahead although the football friendlies are on so may actually get to one if convenient. I think expecting things is against both practical and spiritual rules and far better to get used to only being concerned with the present, however boring that may be. But the mind also assumes that will continue indefinitely if there's nothing ahead known to change it, but we never really know in reality.
So for a change it has made my mind a bit blank as well, which considering it's time for bed and I'm working tomorrow may have a good reason. I had no idea how much I'd written last time till I just scrolled through it and was amazed how so much can come for so little. I don't know how many people can be arsed to read more than about an A4 page, I suspect not many, but when I've something I like reading I can read quite a long way.

I'm sorry I haven't got much more to report for a change, it was too early to go to bed and for a change I'd run out of other websites which happens a couple of times a year. Those of you who are not single wouldn't have a clue what it's like to have to fill nearly all a day on your own. It's also inclined to make you appreciate the rare times you do speak to interesting people and make the most of it. Work doesn't really count as I can't even talk about myself as part of the rules. That's work and not conversation however interesting some of the people may be. I suppose there could be a place for counsellors who also light their farts (no I don't but others do), discuss their sex lives (never seen the need either), although one area that could never help is comparing your own problems which is the very thing many untrained people do (like my late grandma always did). 'You think you've got problems...' is the most pointless way to try and help anyone as you've instantly ignored them and switched to you. Still, I get well paid for such discipline and don't really slip up as it was always how things were done.

I also believe the offers so many counsellors claim they have for sex, male and female, is a bit of false advertising. After 17 years I've had no more than a couple of hints and from the stories I've heard in private the ones who claim more frequently act on it. It's one thing restraining your self interest but another rejecting it totally. Not that I believe many of them, unless I really am such a turn off. So having all these yawning gaps for a very long time I have just read they are the basis of stress and disease. Holy shit, what a surprise. Counselling aside I tell everyone you can't think of many problems when you're on the job with someone you actually like. And very few people disagree. That was one of the things nature got right, but then fucked up when it made women treat it like a currency that had to be earned. Bad mistake. People appreciate things when they have them, lose them and get them back again, not when they are rationed permanently. That's just socialism.

Well I think I've even bored myself but now stopped myself going to bed early which is a mixed blessing. There's always something that stops me, obviously excepting sex. In fact that's the only reason I go to bed early excluding illness. When there's someone to go to bed with then no reason not to. So any of you guys not appreciating your partners learn from those who have none. And if it's that bad then drop it as it's even worse being with the wrong person than alone as it's like a ball and chain. Empty freedom is better than that as I just about remember.

An assortment

Following the latest teaching I've come across, enjoy the small things rather than look at the rest. Besides discovering my 5 second appearance on Big Brother has gone online I've just seen a video of someone describing their enlightenment word for word from the manual. He seemed genuine enough, and really seemed to be experiencing what I'd describe as human evolution, where we are able to move up a level of consciousness to one I certainly see as not quite enough. If indeed this is happening more often it's unlikely to be the effort of the teachers. These guys have been around the west since The Beatles made them popular, and I still bump into old hippies who have spent years in India or followed these guys elsewhere and are still no further on their journey than me. It's about success rate. Many teachers say how few students will become enlightened but some are now seeing it happen more and more. I don't think they know why either as we all basically do the same things, hear the same things and only some practice more than others. But the stories of those at it for years show effort is not the only factor in success. Others say it's either going to happen or not anyway and out of our control. But either way it sounds the way I should be and will work at the rest of my life between the other things.




I'm on between 1.30 or so and 1.40 shaking hands with Jason.
Otherwise it's business as usual. I like words, especially rude ones, and it's always funny how business means work and shit as in my case the two are very similar. Currently as my attempts to forge a career have made me a jack of all trades and barely doing any of them. How many other words are like that? Duty for one, in America anyway. Done my duty means exactly the same two choices, and it's no coincidence people assign the same words to work and jobs (one more) to defecation. Jobs, business, duty, made a pile (two meanings again), the human mind has always related muck and brass probably back to the stone age. We didn't actually record a shit age, but Freud did, as we all go through the anal stage, and any disturbance with transition leaves us attached to whichever one it was, so mine is obvious. So overeaters were probably disturbed during the oral stage and all the others with current results for each. That makes my mind automatically drift to all the other fetishes we don't share, one man loves and another hates. We all know the places I mean, feet, piss, bottoms etc. Very few men have no opinion, they either avoid them or make a beeline for them, and none can change how they feel per area. But Freud (had he not actually been so embarrassed as he was a prude, despite his findings) would have assigned each preference to an early experience although I think some are just programmed in from birth like preferences for food or anything else. But better to think about than global warming, Barack Obama or any of the other media drizzle that's overwhelming us from all angles.

Now if either candidate said they'd make oral sex legal across the country (some states still ban it) they'd get a landslide. Imagine that, the cunnilingus president. Barack Obama went down in history in 2008 for making cunnilingus legal. Now that would get my vote and a poster on the wall. I'd want them to knock down the statue of liberty and replace it with Barack going down on his wife for that. Even though it doesn't affect me it would be one of the greatest things to hit the world since some countries in Europe legalised prostitution. Politics, world affairs, art, literature? Give me bodily functions over all of these as they are real and here now. Look at Chaucer, he became part of English classes the world over by writing about farts. I make no apology for bringing things back to the bathroom or bedroom as that's where we all share something, and can enjoy every experience at no cost or study. Actually if I was in charge I wouldn't just legalise oral sex, I'd make it compulsory and on demand. Why just do half the job?

Of course besides the physical my other great passion is the supernatural, as like our limited normal consciousness, our physical limits are both restricted and have the potential for much more. I know the edges but others claim they extend far more. I'll keep looking and don't believe there won't be more.

A little bit more politics

I think I can say progress is being made. My DVD from America of my latest programme has now arrived and I'm in it twice as long as any of the others. Another social arrangement has been made and Nigel Lawson has just written a book telling people not to panic about global warming.

Now I just had an email from a good friend too distant to meet in person who backed up my efforts to spread the truth. This clarified what my little political campaigning is about, it's creating a legal style case breaking the illusions the evil bastards who make the rules tell us is the case. Many other people also see through it and do nothing, I look for the facts (easy as wetting yourself now we have the internet) and make a case. I won't insult people for believeing in lies as they are being scammed, not scamming, yet many insult me for trying to help not just them but the viral effects they have passing on these lies.

It's getting late again and whether I'm free tomorrow is debatable so not sure if I should go to bed in case. I also now have a rough date for if and when my article may come out, or not at all. I suppose fame is the same as having a qualification, you can say the same thing but people won't listen to you without either. I've done with the qualifications and now need the fame to add some real authority. Unlike anything else in life it is reasonably within anyone's power to do as there are basic rules to follow and they do work. Some people become famous by chance but it's possible to make a decision as well and put everything you have into making it happen. The money and the new friends would be a bonus but not essential parts of it.

Now I was a little disappointed no one complained about my last entry, as it probably means hardly anyone read it as it's the sort of stuff likely to attract nastiness. But there was none. When I said women weren't as comfortable about having sex as men I got a right bollocking although it's the gospel truth. How many women do you know who think 'I fancy a shag' and go to a pub and pick up a man? Case closed. It just don't happen. And oddly it's probably not biological but 99.9% cultural. We both do it so why should men be free to look and try wherever they can and women pretend they don't want it? Crap. I have no idea if and when women worldwide decided to take this passive and often hostile position but I doubt it's been permanent. Probably since Queen Victoria who from the photos was extremely lucky to get it once considering her husband could actually see. She looked like a troll. I can just imagine her with purple hair and a hole in her backside to put a pencil in.

Anyway, how the mind can wonder. The last thing I expected to be writing about was Queen Victoria's appearance but once free association has been warmed up it will always work. I'm not writing a song so it doesn't have to rhyme, so there are no restrictions to work within besides good English and presentation which we can all only try our best. And behind 4 years of blogging I have over 40 of marked assignments virtually to the present day (continuing professional development says so) and if I can't write properly now I never will. To answer the critic last month, yes, it's got me about 3 lines of letters after my name. And they don't give those away for fags, not in my country anyway.

It seems longer...

Back again, work is being slowly got through at last, but I suspect the blogging scene will be more improved now by writing on other blogs so people will read mine. So many more people have them now that I am wading through what I can only call very limited people to get to the rare gold in between.
One subject blogs, the dreaded link addicts, teenage waffle and non stop (poorly spelt) swearing. Fuck that for a read (note the irony there, except I can spell?).

Anyway, haircut now had, the silly woman I booked with let me down twice and said she stopped doing it, then a friend offered (not professional) and did the same job I'd have got anywhere else. Makes a change. I got in a professional traffic jam as well today, one I assumed was not permanent but seems to have been present in office hours now for 30 years with no cause. Willesden High Road. The good news is it moves it from Cricklewood Broadway so having gone that way to avoid Cricklewood ended up turning round an going back the way I came, in a storm and while darkness was falling at 4pm. Yes, London is easily the worst place on earth to drive and then half the decent roads had humps added to them.

I paid enough for 2 prostitutes (so I'm told) for a spare pair of glasses yesterday, and hope to get them made before Christmas. I don't usually pay much for anything but I didn't design my astigmatism and requires very specific lenses now I'm getting on a bit. As I see perfectly with them I am not having operations and sadly the contact lenses I got caused more pain than a chili enema. Not that I've actually had one but many morning afters the curry before gave me an idea. By the way if the lovely lady I just linked here reads this please pop in and make a comment before you go, it makes people think I have readers ;)

More jobs now than not have been knocked off the list so now it's buying a new memory card for the camera for clever shots than need it, using my free food vouchers from the Co op, fixing my bike (again) and the next lot of photos assuming it doesn't get dark at lunchtime again. My usual visitor for 'a bit of the other' has stopped for a while, that is her only asset and forcing me to go elsewhere is probably a blessing in disguise. It's a lot of trouble for not very much in return (I always prefer quality over quantity). So far there is no alternative but just about anything would do as a temporary measure, I'm only human after all and never paid for it in my life.

And finally on topical issues, the '3 metre' (sounds the size of a small van to me but only as it's close to 3 yards) storm surge in the North Sea promises to be another news stillbirth. They just said it'll cause a little minor flooding soon after closing the Thames Barrier, why they can't just wait and see what happens you can't beat nature. 999 times out of 1000 nothing is ever predicted and this is about the 998th in my memory that is highly likely not to make any newspapers once the hour passes (8am). Anticlimax generation is what the media excel in and the couple of really big storms we had were never seen beforehand, as was 9-11. Not that I want terrorism, it just points out we can't see anything really big coming, including asteroids heading for earth, (ha ha) Yellowstone Park exploding, (my arse) and a large portion of a Canary Island falling off, (hand me a hanky). One thing I can tell you is any damage from tomorrow's storm is going to be greater than the combined effects of those three wild guesses plus global warming which would actually be the majority's friend if it was real.

I am not paid by anyone for my views so probably far more reliable than the BBC. And I am not being funny either.

Sex and more sex talk

Having had a comment that a recent entry had saved the only good bit for the end when I started talking dirty, I wondered if I only really interested anyone with that part and the rest was for my own benefit. So all I can say is I won't report the shit that happened today and go straight to the other stuff. None of that today either though it may have been on the cards, but I'll manage.

Talking about sex and other bodily functions I suppose I can use the total freedom here (for that is what it appears to be) to challenge more of the taboos people don't like to mention and maybe if I do a few more times may soften attitudes by raising their visibility. How far I will go remains to be seen, as people can judge just as much as approve, and attitudes here are so Victorian you can't even talk about the pleasures of cunnilingus without being branded a pervert for actually enjoying the total experience. It's OK for the woman to like it but if a man starts going into anatomical details the room normally clears very quickly. I know for that man was me. So after losing the battle I kept it to myself or within a few other who were in touch with their own senses enough to appreciate it. If you have a good meal most people can spend more time analysing it than they did eating it, but eat good pussy and few British would want to hear a blow by blow account (get it?). As for water sports, golden showers, ladies weeweeing you may as well go straight to the naughty step.

Ugh, how can you do that? Well, get me an agreeable woman and I'll show you. You know urine is an antiseptic and used throughout history as a general medicine? My grandma was brought up with a bottle of pee for sore throats and things and is 97 and strong as an ox. Her two sisters both reached over 90 as well, so it didn't do them any harm at least. Fetishism? I don't think anything I call a kink is a fetish as a kink is extra while a fetish is an alternative and an end on its own. So they are the same areas but different emphases. One is in preference to sex, the other a preparation. But anything besides A and B in the alphabet seem foreign here (unlike the French, who may have that as their only asset), I like right up to Z and a few numbers as well. All but the back door though. And oddly the dirty dirty Brits love putting it up the arse. And rimming. Yech! It's the rubbish chute for god's sake, and unless you're queer (can I say that?) you have a perfectly good aperture right next to it. Why go near the anus??

Who mentioned feet? Oh, the people on flickr. Well after the sex organs and mouth they have the most nerve endings. The orientals know this and treat them with respect, but the west has missed this detail and few people realise what you can manage with a woman just by operating there. Except for those who have experienced it. Most men avoid them for some reason, though more women are aware they find it hard to get men to do it. But they'll put it up the arse. No! Leave the bottom hole alone! It's the exclusion zone! You don't like feet but can happily put your tongue where a turd has just left before you. I really don't understand. Anyway, besides straying into territory where fools fear to tread and I have been a fool many times before and will many in future, I won't go past what I can say in front of my cat. Anything else you'll have to pay me for. If more than 10 people read this I may have to turn this into a sex blog, though I ran out of material two lines ago already. Like food critics, I'd rather do it than spend ages describing it. But until I do...