Sunday here as it is in most of the western hemisphere. West is an odd concept for an oblate spheroid in space, if you were, for instance, coming from Andromeda closed your eyes and spun around thrice you’d be hard pressed to tell which little blob of matter was earth let alone which direction west was. But if your calendar was based on Christ you’d be within a day or two of Sunday depending on how close you were to this little system. I might ask you what the hell you were doing out there if I knew how to ask, I mean which piece of equipment, if, for instance, you had T-mobile, you’d have to be pretty damn close.
One of my aunts passed the other day. I didn’t know her very well but I don’t think that was why she passed, I mean I don’t think I could have saved her. I’m not making light of her passing, just that we’ve both lived relatively good lives without knowing one another very well. That’s a kind phrase, I’ve seen her less often in my entire life than I have the new clerk at the local convenience store in the last three weeks. I have regretted not being a very good uncle to some of my nieces and nephews, I don’t even know how to regret not being a good nephew. I don’t think of nephews as being obligated.
Much weirder shit has happened this last week, both personally and as a member of the collective known as humanity. Least of all are Viagra commercials, and yet, they are on that list. Even the concept of ED as being a global issue is weird, certainly weirder than death. I don’t know anyone who would argue that sex in general is not part of the recipie for a fulfilled life, maybe a priest or two and possibly a monk, but, even so, priest who work with a congregation and counsel couples probably don’t tell them that sex is icky and will give you cooties. Sure, not getting it up is a life altering event, but, gee whiz motherfuckers, at some point one has to look at the dick objectively. There is no medical hardship caused by a soft dick, rather the other way around. Um, it doesn’t even really prevent you from having sex. Psychological, sure, but it’s not pushed as an anti-depressant.
Sorry, I still am pissed off at my doctors who want to take away the meds that let me sleep and keep pain away, sort of. I’m willing to bet they’d give me Viagra if I asked. I think I’m probably closer to the norm of users; I don’t need it but boy does it sound like fun. Wait, no, this entry was not a sideways way of saying my dick works. But it does. Wanna know the secret? The female body makes me horny. In that respect it’s very possible that the major cause of ED is marriage. Even so sex is a perk of marriage. Given how bad of a husband I was, lack of sex wasn’t the cause of divorce. If I were going to get real personal here … I’d make this entry private.
So, yeah, weird week. I just wanted to leave an entry just in case you turn your ship around and head back to Andromeda. Safe journey.
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