Being one of the most loved bloggers on the planet Ms R receives regular gifts from her readers: well from Geeklawyer anyway. If it's not a little something from Agent Provocateur, it's a private podcast. Even when he's in the middle of a trial that will define his reputation as the IP barrister of our times, Geeklawyer will frequently risk it all and ask permission to adjourn, just so that he can send Ms R a little sexy, flirtatious something from his Blackberry.
Please note: Ms R is always ready to receive valuable gifts including lingerie, jewellery and airline tickets. If she is not home, the neighbours know to sign for the courier.
Meanwhile, there are other readers who send Ms R emails, hoping she will enlighten them on a particular matter. After all, who else can they trust? Ms Robinson was all set to post her interview with a fellow blogger when she received a note, nay a plea, from a reader hitherto unknown to her.
"Dear Ms R,
I know how you feel about most online ads but this one takes the cake. I think it might be worth giving your take on it. I've sent you some others in the same vein."
Mindful that her readers were sitting there immobilised by cheap chocolate and perhaps not yet ready for a discussion on sex, the middle class media and the sisterhood, Ms R decided to take up the request.
Here is what the ad said.
I have very lovely lady (You have a girlfriend who hates having sex with you) but very often i just require a dirty slut (thats not to mean you should be dog ugly)...that could be you? If messy blowjobs and 'head down arse up' back shots sound appealing to you (Gosh yes, who could wish for more?) then what you waiting you waiting for!? Im good looking and sporty as you will hopefully find out, discrestion required and given. (Damn, the grammar and spelling was a dealbreaker. Shame as the offer was so compelling.)
Ms R is well aware there are people out there looking for different flavours of sex, but what this demonstrates is the need for many men to delineate between what they want to be seen doing and what they see as a 'dirty little secret'. The fact that he has to say he has a 'lovely girl' is more than a nod to Victorian notions of respectability; the same notions that say a woman is either a saint or a slut. This is undoubtably a feature of British society; the need to make sex a forbidden taboo before it can be enjoyed, especially on the part of men. Afterwards it's essential to shun it and cleanse oneself in more respectable company.
In this case Ms R suspects the bloke is lying as well as illiterate. Fundamentally what he wants is a wretched drug addled, out of her mind Albanian prostitute for free. However there are hundreds of ads like this - some extremely well written so that on the surface they sound considerate - where the man in question obviously views a woman as something to be abused, rather than enjoyed.
Back in the day before online dating when Ms R was having her fair share of one night stands, she can honestly say she never experienced such attitudes. Sure there were guys that wanted you to leave quickly and you couldn't wait to get rid of them, but otherwise it was all very civilised. Is there something about writing an ad that makes a man come over all feral? Are women now so willing to take what they can get that men can get away with this demeaning shit?
Or are women making it simply too easy in their bid to 'have sex like a man' to the point where men think there's nothing wrong with behaving like this. Has it all become too overt and therefore commoditised? Ms R's own hypothesis is that is definitely part of the problem.
Thoughts please.
Tuesday, 25 March 2008
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First things first. Where on earth did your correspondent find such an ad? Not in the Telegraph online I trust?
Now, as to the ad itself, I'd hazard the guess that this may have been written by Metody, perhaps with help from his slightly more educated cousin?
Back in the day when I was seeking adventures via t'internet I was constantly amazed by the approach of many of the other men. Unsolicited pictures of their cock sent almost spam-like to any woman that seemed vaguely available appeared to be their only approach. Indeed my S continues to get such emails from men who spot her long-abandoned profile on a widely accessible list.
But, and here's the rub, it seems to work. Otherwise why would they continue to pursue it?
It seems that some of their target audience relishes the idea of being used/abused.
I think the hope that the respondent wouldn't be dog ugly is a bit optimistic though.
Freddy: Craigs list. No it's not Metody,the darling. He would be funnier. See here's the thing Freddy; even if I pick up a guy I have to like him, be attracted to him and be treated well. And because I want it, I get it. Ok I don't get it as often as I would if I lowered my standards and went on sites like this but I like quality.
I'm so glad you liked the knickers and you should like what I got you in ... I'm a little appalled however that no other man is sending you matching gifts? Are they mad? Don't they know it is all to play for still? Does the prospect of an afternoon of torrid shagging elicit a mere shoulder shrug?
I suspect this fellow will get the lover he deserves since he doesn't seem able to relate sexually to his partner. I imagine she has a matching ad:
"I have a lovely man but he won't tie me up and bugger me. Will you?"
But I'm afraid I disagree on your last point about such behaviour being somehow new and online related. Twas ever thus and you were merely lucky.
Geeky: They seem to think that merely by paying Ms R compliments they can get the best fucking shag they've ever had. Well frankly, Ms R has spent years becoming the filthy, delicious lover she is and she needs payment of some sort. As for you Geeky you can be sure if you turn up and there is anyone around I will kick them out of bed straight away. Unless you want them to join in.
this reminds me of something my father said to me as he reluctantly kissed me goodbye and I went out aged fifteen, `just remember, you are not like other people`. He also told me to drive safely as there were fucking idiots out there.
I certainly think the Innernets make it easier for these feral folk to broadcast their feral selves.
What makes us act the way we do? Very often it's simply access. How many of us don't do something because it's too much bother to bring it out into the light or, quite simply, we have no means of doing so?
I don't think sexual attitudes have changed much (we're still cruising on Victorian era mores just like we're still cruising on Cro Magnon genetics), but whereas before most men had no choice in the past but to stuff their impulses, now they can scatter them across the Web like buckshot and see what hits.
And I'd be surprised if much of it did, at least from non "professional" women.
and where is Metody? He made me laugh.
Ms R will reply properly after her gym workout.
Meanwhile, Claudia, where the fuck have you been.
All correspondence answered when Ms R has had a good flirt, sorry, workout.
I guess I must have been a bit older , or i wouldnt have been driving. Where have I been? I will answer privately to that, only because it is so desperately boring. And sad.
Surely it’s the anonymity of the internet that encourages this kind of post.
If you are face to face it’s hardly likely to increase your chances if you casually drop into the conversation that you’re interested in close lower colon visualisation. But since this person is never going to meet the reader in the real world they can put out ads in the hope that someone out there is as freaky as they want to be.
In pre-internet times discussions of kinks only came (in my experience) after a few months together or industrial quantities of alcohol or other things. This in itself wasn’t a bad thing from the point of view of seeing them realised; if you’re invested in the relationship you’re more likely to be open to your partner’s kinks.
Geeklawyer: There are a lot of wives married to lovely husbands out there... and, curiously, a lot of them want to be bound, gagged, and buggered. Worthy of a serious study, that is ;-)
Another day, another crap ad on craiglist. As I've dated quite a few of the guys on site, I'm not sure what this particular brand of creep is expecting other than to have his inbox filled with offers from cheap Eastern European girls looking for a husband or 6 months free membership on adultfriendfinder. Stupidity has been around for around for a while, the internet has made it more visible.
Claudia: Yes, at school there were THOSE girls and us. And later on we became THOSE girls.
Moi: It is neanderthal but there are women who will take what they can get. I honestly think that. There can't be no smoke without fire and I think this is an extension of a society where a young girl will go down on a guy even though he hasn't expressed any interest in her. He'll discard her and that's that. In my book that isn't sex of any sort.
Silicon LImey: I'm totally with you on this. For me getting to know someone then makes me want to find out more. Of course this can happen after a few dates not months, but I guess it's the point at which the chemistry clicks and you think, "Hmm you are on my wavelength." There are things I would never reveal about myself unless I was interested in someone and felt that it would work. See that's why I prefer to take a serendipitious approach. Ok I may wait longer for hot sex but there are just too many people who think the internet means that certain behaviours do not apply.
City: I'm sure there are and maybe it can only happen outside marriage but I'm not sure that's going to help them. You know many of these women choose men on the basis of their ability to provide and so I think they are architects of their destiny. I stupidly go for passion and where am I?
Suzanne: Yes you're right; it's just more visible now. I think there are just lots of people around without brains or personality and these sites attract them 'cos they think it's 'easy'.
Hmm... "a woman as something [...] to be enjoyed"? Well, yes, that is part of the problem. Enjoyed then discarded like a used condom in some cases. Which sometimes begs the question, where does enjoyment stop and abuse starts? Those reflections are clearly influenced by my latest experience. Architect of my destiny? Most definitely. I lobbed every brick in my own face in this case.
Ariel: I too am architect of my own destiny and while I accept it, I'm not totally happy with it. Yes, I often still feel discarded after sex but I think a lot of women do - that is perhaps the nature of sex for us vs men. It's almost as if us wanting the same level of excitement is being penalised. I too have built my own badly structured walls in this one and for a year or so now, haven't quite figured out what is what. Sometimes I don't want to be enjoyed: I want to be looked after. But I never get both. Ah fuck it.
What I want to know is why it is that men dont want to/are afraid to ask to perform the more lurid (read fun) sexual acts with their wives/girlfriends? Why is it considered demeaning to enjoy these activities with a recognised partner? Why are they considered dirty in the first place? And I dont necessarily blame blokes for this attitude. As wives/girlfriends, some of us seem to have a lot of answer for. Is it genuine revulsion or just laziness because of the security of a long-standing relationship?
Cake: This is one I've pondered as I've met quite a few attached men and I think it's the safety/security aspect and not wanting to jeopardise it. Seems even the most sexually adventurous of men would still rather have 99% dull or no sex at home and go outside. Now I don't think it's that the wives etc don't offer. Yes I do think it's about communication but I also think it's that thrilling sex is often predicated on the unknown especially for men. Afterwards of course they just want to run home to the known.
The Victorians: they were very much like us in many ways. We think of them as sexually repressed yet in London alone in the 1860's there was one brothel for every 60 houses, the Haymarket was
essentially on huge brothel, and one could buy a 13 yr old girl for a few pounds or rent her for a few
schillings for evening. Pornography was common and someone (I read this in the course of studies) estimated that given the ratio of prostitutes in London at the time to the their customers somewhere in the neighborhood of 5.6 fucks per week was the average figure for each man in London at the time. Victorian males were NOT doing without at all.I seriously doubt that that figure is reached today in London. Don't believe? Read Henry Mayhew's Human Documents of the Victorian Era. Thought this bit of trivia might interest you Ms Robinson. :-)
Now as to whether women are making it more easy for wankers like the one you quote is highly debatable. Had this person lived in in London 150 yrs ago there would be no problem, no "adverts: like his. His "lovely girl" is in many ways a holdover from the Victorians at their most smarmy. That 'dirty little secret' of his truly is more than a nod to the Victorian notion of the Virgin and the Whore. There is a direct lineage in this to our forebears. And in may ways sexually we are arguably the recipients of their moeurs and our attitudes in many ways are still theirs. We are still hobbled by them. Sad isn't it? For all our sexual openness we still harbor their dirty little secrets and as males we view our girlfriends and wives in nearly exactly the same way as they, as this missive from the boy above shows. I really don't believe we're as open in many ways as we like to think we are. We may have the outward trappings of a sexually liberated society but were still haunted by them our bloody ancestors.
Beau looking at a dismal gray day here in Seattle and still aching for Paris.
Oh yes and a word or two from Mr Faulker: 'The past is never dead. It's not even past.'
Beau
I am not sure there is such a thing as a demeaning act if all people are consensual etc. But I see your point, it is a pain in the arse to receive retarded invitations to play like the one you did. If the solicitations are fun, flirty and literate then I can be won over to be
'bound, gagged, and buggered.' But the problem with so many men is they have no idea how to seduce/tease/tantalize a woman via email to make her succumb. Another course you could run in your spare time Ms R???;)
Damn! I knew my dodgey spelling and grammar would cmoe to haunt me back one days.
As an alternative hypothesis on the origins of the ad, might it be that the the 419'er gangs may now be trying to roger innocents in sexual blackmail scams? The style and cadence has some similarity to their wonderful missives, albeit with the rather more basic approach necessary to match the potential audience. Maybe the Thompson Twins could be dispatched to investigate........
There could possibly even be a sort of twisted logic at work here. It's reasonable to assume that this man prefers the idea of doing this with a woman who would actually welcome and enjoy it, rather than with a wretched, drug-addled Albanian prostitute who's just putting up with it because she's being paid to.
It's even possible that he considers the first, consensual scenario as a lesser abuse towards women than buying the services of a prostitute, whose circumstances and opinions on the subject are unknown and unconsidered.
They're both remarkably unsavoury scenarios, admittedly, but on balance I think I prefer the first - unsurprisingly, I think that anything that keeps business away from the nastier end of the sex trade is a better option.
@having my cake: I think you nailed it. The security of marriage quite often destroys women's sex drive. And what's a man to do when it happens? Find a lover... or a bunch of lovers ;-)
Beau: Well read and very interesting esp the statistics. We haven't come that far Beau, well they haven't in this country and I think it's a tough attitude to change. But younger men can be educated. And of course there are still enlightened men like yourself.
Ro: Ah you see I knew you were too good to be true.
Emma K: True Emma but my problem is that instead of being viewed as natural people have to make sex 'naughty' or 'bad' before they can have it.
Ho Hum: I love a bit of lateral thinking Ho Hum. I suspect that the main readers of such ads are working girls.
Melissaria: You are not busy are you? Clearly you have sat at the kitchen table giving this some thought. I agree that it would be better if it were consensual but I doubt if the writer is thinking about the welfare of the prostitute. Which also raises the question - do we harm her more by depriving her of business, given her situation? Oh it's a Pandora's box...
City: Bad boy. I agree the security of marriage can do that to women but it also does it to men. At the same time do you not think that people are more likely to go outside their defined sexual parameters with someone they don't know?
I am very busy but I also suffer from insomnia. That one occured to me at 4am, and surprisingly, still made some sense at 9am. See your point about the deprivation of trade - all grimy shades of grey in an already unpleasant business.
Ms Robinson: We are in agreement on both counts.
Ms Robinson, Enlightened? if, and a very large IF it is, I am, it has taken me ages to get to where I am now. I look back on my 30's and I'm appalled at what I was then. Arrogant little wanker. What a shit I was! The other day I nearly disowned him but a good friend called me on that bit of flagrant nonsense and basically told me to look back and laugh at him. He's a part of you, she said, and you really don't have the right to amputate. Deal with him, Beau, and realize that just maybe you've come quite a long way from him. K. was right, of course. So I thank you for the compliment, Ms. R. I thank you very much.
A sleep-deprived Beau
In Seattle where gads! it just may be sunny today!
I've been peeking at your site almost a year now...Jesus Hotel Christ, I do love it so.
I know men who have balls. So big I don't know how they walk. And back in the 80s, here in NYC, they'd ask a woman anything. Still no AIDs and it was kinda wild.
I, on the other hand, needed three Beefeater Martinis to get up the courage and even then I focused on the, "not hot" but average looking so they wouldn't shoot me down in front of my Big Balled fiends.
This extends to business as well. Loud and stupid sans any introspective can go a long way in the world of business. The regrets pile up and up.
Melissaria: I know you're busy because your post about moving house arrived in my inbox. Are you sure you're up to it? It's gonna be messy...
Anon: Beau, some people go through life without ever developing self awareness and that is the most important thing - that you have done that.
City: We seem to be:)
Tintin: Oh I love it when people come out of the shadows. And from one of my favourite cities too. I was messing around and being messed around with in the ad industry in the eighties and sometimes I don't think anyone asked since it was part of the party. I think there are a lot of swinging dicks who are only that: indeed I can tell you of instances in bars here where I've had guys approach me with such swagger and my reply of, "ok, now in the toilets" has had them backing off.
Well I hope I have, Ms R., developed a small measure of self-awareness--would that it had occurred much much earlier in my life. So to thank you, here's a waka you may like:
Did he appear
because I fell asleep
thinking of him?
If only I'd known I was dreaming,
I'd never have wakened.
Ono no Komachi
Beau
Dearie me! Just mention the Thompson Twins and who pops up but Tintin.
On this issue, I think Melissaria has hit the bottom line, figuratively at least. Look at the BDSM brigade, just as one example. Their 'Ads' seem to centre around looking for similar consenting adults sharing mutual kinks, however abhorrent, apparantly unconsenting, or whatever else the rest of us might consider their idea of sexual fun and games.
Most folk ideally want love and sex to go together if possible, so a love with a similar taste in sex has to be the best objective. After all, there's not really a whole load of fun in sex of any kind if your partner doesn't enjoy themselves too.
But given how hard it can be to sublimate sexual desires, if they can't or aren't being satisfied with one's permanent partner, why is there any surprise over ads for some mutual appreciation of any, and all sorts of , kinks?
But I think you're quite right too. It will mainly be working girls reading the adverts, and pretending that they are the one to make the dreams come true.
City says Find a lover... or a bunch of lovers... lol, I read "Find a lover, or a bunch of flowers"... and I instantly thought if he took flowers to the missus she'd thump him and think he'd been with his lover.
At the moment I can't decide if I'd rather have a bunch of flowers or a lover, never mind a bunch of lovers!
Thank you Beau, that's lovely.
Ho Hum: I don't have a problem with sexual preferences being acted upon: I just don't think people/sex needs to be dehumanised to be horny. It's a perfectly normal thing to do and I guess I object to the tawdriness that I see as unnecessary.
Helga: Well yes that is the question: a bunch of lovers would be good but it's hard enough finding one who is fit, charming and good fun really.
Oh, the bravery of the British man, eh? But I suspect that this is a world-wide phenomenom. I was visiting a Scottish friend who lives in Italy and, fuelled by cheap pinot grigot, we decided to log on to Lavalife, which has three "exciting" communities. We went to the intimate section and within seconds the British man was back from the pub on his own and logging on. Our most poetic offer was "mind, bend over so I can see your arsehole". At the time we both shrieked in disgust, but later my friend and I debated this. See if you met some guy at the pub, or wherever, decided to take him home and he came out with this line? Well he wouldn't, would he?
Mind, we also got an offer from a ropey old geezer who said his wife was in bed and did we fancy a bit of steamy online action? As tempting as it was one of us had to go and get another bottle of wine.
Japanese men swear they never do this kind of thing. But you don't half get a lot of them getting pissed at parties, telling you they like you but don't know what to say to you or other western women, then acting as if nothing happened the next day. God bless 'em!
Ladies, you can get even with an ad like this:
I have a lovely husband who's crap in bed. Love him dearly, but wouldn't mind a horny stud who can last for hours. Yes *hours*, 4-inch wankers (in length, you poor sods) who cannot sustain an erection for longer than 10 minutes and need a TomTom and a Duracel torch to find my clit need no apply. Sometimes I just need a rough and horny Polish plumber type (sober) who can fuck me in all three orifices in one session without getting soft, put his tounge deep into my bum (yes, way beyond my guardian muscles) and deliver a handful of cum three times in a row without faking it with coconut oil soap. And I mean it. Loosers will be featured on my blog. Prince Best Fuck Ever(*), are you out there?
(*) If you just wet your pants, you need need not apply. Real men only.
City's ad seems quite reasonable ... i would change 'polish plumber' to something like 'randy mercenary' but otherwise spot on.
bittersweet: I would argue that a 'randy mercenary' doesn't hurt as much as a 'Polish plumber'. Men are ery much like women when it comes to rationalizing their partner's cheating on them. It is much easier to accept the fact that your woman got fucked by a mercenary (hey, thes guys don't know what a wall is and there is a chance they will get killed in Afghanistan soon, what a relief) than coming to terms with the fact that the guy who cleared your U-bend the other day also poked your missus. Doesn't make that 75% off the usual price for a plumber deal sound as appealling, does it? Men love the class society and hate to compete with the guys below them, especially when it comes to fucking. Hit'em where it hurts :)
city - i see your point about class, but admit my choice was directed by personal preference for dangerous men whom i know could snap me in half (and carry better accessories) rather than noticing my sluggish u-bend.
Ms R, Thank you for the welcome. I guess my balls are bigger than I thought. Somewhere in Soho, in the 80s, I was asked by a woman to have sex in the bathroom. I agreed. I think I only had two beers. She took me into the womens, locked the door and...Well, I'll spare you the details. She was older and worked as a partner for an accounting firm. I was quite taken with her. She gave me her card and when I called she blew me off. And not in the way I would have liked.
City: I like the ad
Bittersweet: Dangerous men are my weakness but then sometimes I want a hug straight afterwards. I suppose that's being a woman.
tintin: It's just great when someone who has been lurking turns up to say hello. You were certainly braver than the city boy who talked big to me but didn't dare come down into the rather nice marble toilets. I think a lot of guys do play at it. She of course shouldn't have given you her card if she didn't mean it. But we all did a lot of things - and do, on the spur of the moment. I recently realised I'm just as brave as ever except that afterwards things affect me more than they did back then.
The patina of guilt. I know it well. And it seems to get a new layer every year.
MsR - i think men needs hugs too, sometimes. I have a dangerous man who needs to know i am content so he can concentrate on his equally dangerous job. That makes me wet.
My father spent 22 years in the Army. His tour of Vietnam was as an A Team captain with 5th Special Forces Group in the Central Highlands from '66-'67. I don't know if his job made my mother wet...I know his job pissed her off. A lot.
Tintin: of course your mother was pissed off--your father was in harm's way and away from her. And there wasn't a thing she could do about it.
I was there in the Nam at the same time, and in the central highlands too with the Air Cav and it was the most dangerous place on the face of the earth then. So yes, it's perfectly understandable what your mother felt and I'm sure she felt a hell of a lot more than just anger; I'm sure that fear for your dad played a very large part in her life. You must have been very young then and maybe you only saw the outward manifestation of that fear which exhibited itself in anger. But did you see the deep unrelenting pain of heart-ache I'm sure she felt too?
As for dangerous men I think there has to be a line drawn between men who are dangerous and those who do dangerous work. I'd say the later are much more prevalent in this world. I was in a dangerous job for one year in Vietnam and frankly I never want to go though shit like that ever again. I prefer hugs and love-making at home any day. There in those killing fields I only knew one truly dangerous man and he was on the edge of losing control constantly. So dangerous men: yes they exist. Maybe not as much as our fantasies allow though. But men who do dangerous work need as much care and love if not more.
Beau in a snow storm in Seattle
Beau,
My father used to scrounge M60 barrels from the Cav. He had the greatest respect for the 1st Air Cav. Operation Crazy Horse. Vinh Thanh was his A.O. You must have SLA Marshall's book, Battles in the Monsoon. My Dad hated that man and his book.
I grew up an Army brat, Beau. With a Special Forces father. Men who do what my father did have no business being fathers. IMO. My father readily admits it. He has that unique quiet you mention. He never shared any stories at my bachelor party despite many who were there knew me in the Army (USAIMA and XVIII Abn Corps G-2 '76-80). Instead, he told some fairly horrific stories about Vietnam to my ex wife over dinner a couple months after our wedding. I'm happy to report he's still kicking although recently diagnosed with cancer just a couple weeks ago. I wrote a screenplay, "The Mad Minute" based on Crazy Horse. They are all there. The mortar platoon from the Air Cav. Stan Casten. Names and places I'm sure you know but most do not. For those not familiar with this place and time...please forgive me and skip on by. This is for Beau.
Tintin: Greenies, huh, Crazy Horse, mad minutes. Yup, I remember. I also refuse to read Marshall's book: IMO there are only 2 books came that out of the fucking debacle that are worth reading: Tim O'Briens The Things They Carried and Stephen Wright's Meditation in Green: Grunts' eye view of the war both. I was with the 2/7 of the Air Cav, Custer's old outfit--that should tell you about my luck! lol I learned to loathe Garryowen. I don't tell much of what happened then; instead I'm writing it now after all these years, mainly to lay my ghosts to rest. Hope your dad gets well--I was lucky then. Only a a piece of Chinese metal in my spine at the time. But I survived that and all the rest of the shit that got thrown at me and the men I helped. I've yet to go to the Wall. Not really sure I want to. Too many of my friends' names on it. You take care and give your dad my best.
Beau
beau - forgive my intruding; i went to the wall in NY a long time ago. it was humbling reassuring and upsetting in a way i will always remember.
never been in the situation and hope i never will.
best
sw
SW--how could you possible intrude. Everyone should see it, that monument to those young men and women who died in the war in the long-forgotten year when I was--my god, it's hard to believe--when I was 22. It's just that I have to write this remembrance of mine, get it finished before I do. Then maybe I'll get the courage to do so.
I really hope you never are in a situation like we were but there are many young men and women who are dying in a desert war that I can so no reason for nor end to. Think of them--peace.
Beau
All: At times when I think what's the point of blogging when all the crappy writers get columns because they went to Oxford or Cambridge with someone I then look at the comments on my blog and feel rather fortunate to have attracted such thoughtful and intelligent readers - something other bloggers have envied me for incidentally.
And such lovely men too:)
Lovely men, eh! You bet you sweet.. ahem..I say, you certainly are a sweetie, Ms Robinson, me dear lol
Beau in Seattle though I'm afraid to look out the window (been writing all night)to see if the day is blah! or merrily lovely--oh shit! I peeked--no, you don't want to know. ;-)
Btw, Ms R, don't stop writing here at least until you're beautifully older and still knocking their socks off and/or other items of clothing for that matter. You have a devoted following and they care and yes are very intelligent and write beautifully as do you and as you are. This is a damned bit more important than some slag or wanker sitting in an office with her/his Oxbridge diploma prominently displayed, kissing every boss's arse he/she can find and doing nothing of any importance in this world. You are blessed m'lady. truly. So keep on writing , shocking, amusing and generally knocking heads together while you can; it's marvelous.
Beau, who while re-reading this, seems to be just a bit on the arse-versy side of maudlin. Gads!
Ms R- My father has always been a square in a round hole. A career Army officer and Green Beret -- And an Artist with a bizarre outlook on the world. He loved New Zeland and we came very close to retiring there. I wish we did.
Beau- It's not everyday I run into someone who knows the Central Highlands. In fact, it's never. Thank you for sharing with me a part of my families life that has seared itself into our memories forever. I was eight and nine during those years. As a family we were kicked off Ft Bragg. Back then you could not stay in quarters if your husband was overseas. My mother later told me the Army was worried about the wives screwing around.
For the first time in my life I lived in a non-Army town. Chapel Hill was a new one on me. No pawn shops and stereo stores. No strip joints and hookers on Hays St. We had a great time there. An then he came back. Promoted to Major. Combat Infantry Badge. Special Forces patch on the right shoulder. And a quiet and cold distance that I've never seen leave him. He is very sick and I know he'll smile when I tell him Beau from An Khe wishes him well.
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