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It seems that dreams are a large part of this life

It was deep in the night, rain pelting my window and the wind calling out mournfully in D minors through the wires strung on the utility poses.  Flashes of lightning and thunder gowled; the pounding surf offered a mingling rumble. I got out of bed, walked into the storm, pushed my way to the beach, and found a young woman lying on the sand weeping. 

Lifting her arm to view her tears, I asked, "What is troubling you, my dear?" Leaning on her elbows, revealing her lovely breasts, she sighed.

"Mister, my lovers all departed into the sea. As they left, I heard them talking among themselves, "We can not have sex with her anymore. She has something wrong with her."

I gently helped her to her feet, and we walked in a warm embrace, and I took her home.

IT WAS THEN I AWOKE IN MY BED, INSTANTLY BECOMING DISAPPOINTED. (Photos pixabay.com)

I have been searching for her ever since.

My blog reader friends and acquaintances,

Sometimes, I wonder if I am human or just a human-like machine. I had social issues when my father moved us from the town I loved to a town more like a city and into a questionable neighborhood - not that it was bad for my ultimate view of people of many variations. Then he disappeared for twenty-five years, leaving my mom to raise me and my two brothers who were with us. It may have triggered the Anthropophobia and my struggle to socialize consistently. My salvation was most probably my becoming a singer-songwriter and using that sphere to interact with people (something like an anchor in a storm that keeps me from drifting too much). The music gave me the only genuine social connection to others, yet it had a downside: drugs and alcohol.

My experience with drugs was easy to abandon. It was the 1960s, and Mom alone was not up to dealing with anything like that. When my involvement with drugs became troublesome, I turned to the more tolerated chemical substance, alcohol. Under the effects of alcoholic beverages, I was a social creature. When not, I was a withdrawn, hermit-like being. It required many predicaments and unpleasant vexatiousness to illuminate my problem. It took more than a half-century to accept that I was an alcoholic. It took time to free myself from that malady, and now I have been free from alcoholism for more than a decade.

It is a fortunate thing because I need to be alert and focused on caring for my wife with ADA (Alzheimer's, Dementia, Aphasia). It is living alone with her that keeps me vigilant.

These days, all I see are memories of better times past, and my hope for a better future is growing dimmer every day.

Though I believe it is unlikely, I know another person can alter my steady decline.

In the early 1950s, every Friday, some of the family would go out for fish (except Dad, who ate a hamburger). For many decades, I tried to discover the Tartar sauce we had. It is unbelievable, but seventy years later, I discovered that the Tartar Sauce I liked had Dill in it. I thought it was the mayo, then the capers, the brand; yes, I found a brand with capers and enough dill to taste it.

I never gave up, and it paid off, LOL.

In 1964, I, along with several friends, put our foreheads on a lampost on W 4th Street, NYC, near the Night Owl cafe. As strangers passed by, they ignored us or asked to join us. This may have been the most fantastic example of meaningless behavior I have ever participated in.

We laughed a lot and I suppose that was the redeeming characteristic.

Well, readers, not to rehash too much, but if my children were willing to help, I could solve several challenges. My son has a pickup, and he could help me empty the self-storage unit, saving me $185 monthly. The next need would be to sell this two-story house and buy a single-story home in a senior community to allow better care for my wife. She had a falling issue until I gate off the stairs.

Not at all. There are beautiful and handsome devils lurking in our midst, from the beautiful snake portrayed in The Garden of Eden to Krampus prowling around the European streets at Christmas, shadowing Old Saint Nick.

Be alert and be aware, especially as the season of joyful holidays inches our way. (all images from pixabay.com)

Well, my readers, it is time to review the Kama Sutra's wisdom again. This serves as a reminder that the "science" of making sexual love is very ancient, and this reference  was written by:

Vātsyāyana was an ancient Indian philosopher, known for authoring the Kama Sutra. He lived in India during the second or third century CE, probably in Pataliputra (modern day Patna in Bihar). The language was most probably Sanskrit, the literary language of ancient India.

offers this information:

The Kama Sutra's three sizes of male and female genitalia:
Male Kama Sutra Sizes:
1 Hare (Small)
2 Bull (Medium)
3 Horse (Large)
Female Kama Sutra Sizes:
1 Deer (Small)
2 Mare (Medium)
3 Elephant (Large)
Despite the animal-based names, this book makes a really interesting point about genital size, and it’s not just in regards to penis size, as western culture so frequently focuses on. The Kama Sutra acknowledges and accepts that there are just as many shapes and sizes of vaginas as there are of penises, both in length and girth. As a female, this is a somewhat refreshing viewpoint. It gets really old to hear people obsess over their penis size, when it’s not any more complicated than determining vaginal size (in fact, it may be simpler to ascertain).

Variation can be seen in the explicit sex sites like BDSM or even Porn sites.

Since there are many variations in Western culture, prospective mates are expected to wait for marriage to discover their partner's endowments (at least officially), and preferences are difficult to establish. However, in the realm of BDSM, that is much less a challenge for several reasons. Inhibitions are discouraged, and experimentation is encouraged, among other factors.

What counts in the opinion of most people I discuss this topic with is how each individual uses their sex organs and their mindset about the entire experience.

All the versions of the Kama Sutra that I scanned include illustrations and descriptions of positions and behaviors.

I.E. The Modern KamaSutra Kamini and Kirk Thomas Marlowe and Company ISBN-13-978-1-56924-309-1 I HAVE NO VESTED INTEREST IN THIS VERSION OR ANY OTHER VERSION.

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Hey blog readers, no matter which news source you view or read, there are more controversial stories than tales with happy circumstances or happy endings. Most of you will agree that this propels higher readership or ratings, which means greater revenue for the owners.

The dire circumstances reported seldom affect more than a minority of people in a very concrete and assessable reality. The vast majority of sensationalized news is intended to evoke an emotional response in those who consume it. Can it affect how we behave? Perhaps, but its most significant effect is how we feel about everything. Our mood?

So peace versus war, famine, politics, healthcare, and the economy probably change very little on any average day, week, month, or year. What we believe or perceive throws us into a mindset and resulting mood. This can affect our behavior in several ways: seeking a better place to live may be our desire to find a safe place, which is the most disruptive.  Is there a truly "safe" place?

Life is moving at a faster pace than ever before. Think of the agrarian lifestyles of the past. Add the seemingly boundless bombardment of information and choices we face each day. A relative of mine chose to live off the grid, and all was fine until a health issue lured him to trust modern medical technology. Change and adapt. 

I believe we can educate the next generation of humans to navigate this maze we have created and live better and more tranquil lives.

Blog readers, my life is pretty messed up, as you have learned from my past writings. I will never find a way to a better life on my own. And I still refuse to give up caring for my wife, although she is getting harder to care for every day.

Whether it is a fantasy or a pipe dream, I believe the right woman can join me and help me devise a plan for a better future. As many people like to say, nothing is impossible, and I want to believe them. I did have an FWB for a short time, and my wife was happy to have her as a friend and "playmate." For those of you who agonized about that experiment, the worry was for naught, and when I decided it was best to send her out to a new adventure, my wife missed her and was upset for a few days. Fortunately, dementia helped her put that behind in the past. 

Things resumed as before. Immediately, the cold wind blew through my home each night when I tucked my wife into bed and binged on television until there were no episodes I had not seen of my favorites. When I opened the door to let the dogs out in the backyard, tumbleweeds and a sand storm passed through the yard, as I experienced in Tucumcari, New Mexico. During the day, I heard vultures circling above, and a screech owl blared a warning during the night. I expect apparitions to drift back in the moon's light anytime. It sounds like a D minor chord when the wind blows, giving me goosebumps.

Yes, I was wild and prone to do any number of acts to please the people I invited to my parties.

In Germany, I had a big house, so I put together a big costume party. It was a great success, though I must admit I got a little carried away. I invited about 40 people, and maybe 50 actually came that day and night. 

I dressed in a completely authentic Dracula costume and went around biting all the ladies' necks. Some liked it and didn't want me to stop. Then a thunderstorm came up, and we were on top of a mountain, so the wind and rain were really fierce. No problem.

I went through the basement, stripped, and let the rain shower me. I am a real crowd-pleaser and didn't get hit by lightning.

Back then, there were parties in castles and at breweries, and during fests, I had a tremendous decadent time.