Starting Out Poor
Financially, we're comfortable now, but there was a time years ago, when my son was first married and She wasn't working, that we were quite poor. I had no professional credentials and wasn't really making enough money to support a family. We were robbing from Peter to pay Paul on a constant basis, and I was toying with the idea of a substance abuse problem to boot, and every dollar we spent was one that left home grudgingly. When I think back to that time, it almost breaks my heart.
As a child, I had a very high IQ, but languished in mediocre public schools, constantly bored, not learning anything (including not learning how to learn), reading books under my desk to pass the time. And I vowed that this would never happen to my son, so we spent money we didn't have and couldn't afford to send him to private school, where he was always the poorest kid in the class. Poor but also the smartest,although he hid his capabilities under a bushel basket, away from everyone except the teachers, who all knew.
I think I've probably been looking at too many wicked postings on youporn.com lately, because I've started to see random women in the street, and imagine what they might look like in the throes of orgasm. Everyone in ecstasy has a far away look about them, eyes closed, mouth perhaps slightly ajar, flushed, limbs perhaps splayed, hips and groin bucking. I see these women only from the neck up, each with eyes closed, far away in their own pleasure.
There are certains words that just sound sexy, certain nouns and verbs that make you think of one thing and one thing only. My favorite is FONDLE---you can only fondle one or two things: breasts, balls, perhaps that's it. Another word is JUTTING---only breasts or perhaps a cock seems to jut (I just saw Beowulf, and Angelina's breasts are jutting...take my word for it). And I can't hear the word rut without converting it to RUTTING.
Can you think of others? Let me know.
I've written about earworms before, the music that gets stuck in your head and you can't get rid of...yesterday I had the strangest earworm, the St. Crispins Day speech from the film of Henry V with Kenneth Branagh and Emma Thompson. I don't know the speech that well, but had watched the movie coming back on a long trip from Bangkok to Berlin, and it was one of the few things I hadn't seen in the last three weeks. And yesterday, I couldn't get it out of my head. See the movie and you'll know what I mean