That’s the title of a novel if I recall correctly, not the name of this blog, but there will be shared themes lol.
Before we start:
From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.
Now let us continue.
What’s up, are you stepping in the name of love this Black History Month? I think we get an extra day cause it’s 2024, a leap year, and also the year of the dragon.
Found this article saying Gen Z has less sex, and honestly, good for them. As an aging millennial, feeling outcast by the women of his age range, and cursed with the thought that he’ll be a sugar daddy at some point in his early 50’s or later, I kind of like the idea of finding someone, even if they’re younger, that wants to take things slow.
Truth of the matter is I’m out of shape and out of the dating game, and I don’t know whether or not I want to jump back in.
I’ve tried free pornography
I’ve paid for onlyfans
As of right now I’m thinking about going back to any triple x brick and mortar store I can find to look for something special to get my rocks off. Something to sate my porn poisoned brain.
I don’t hope to find a younger person, a person my age would suit me fine, maybe even a little older, but I think at least for right now, I’m being lumped in with the undesirables, and you have to make do with the cards you’re dealt if that’s the case. That’s how I see it.
Maybe it’s the city
maybe it’s the people
maybe it’s me
but whatever the case is, it’s not happening for me.
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I got a letter from the President yesterday talking about the war in Palestine, and how the government is doing everything in it’s power to push for a two state solution and end the killing of innocent civilians.
“Yeah right.”
I thought to myself, and typed just now.
The news, the eye witness reporting, the activism, it’s all having a bludgeoning effect on me.
Day after day I’m pounded with information about injustices and it feels like everywhere you fucking look, someone is fucking up the environment, engaging in slavery, trying to bust up unions, not funding local school districts enough, and it just goes on and on and on.
My buddy said I shouldn’t take it upon myself to try and fix the world’s problems but I’m honestly already too far gone. My person favorite form of activism is to write letters/e-mails to politicians and state officials but the ink has been running dry lately.
I’d share a place to donate money too so that Palestinians get enough food and water to eat but Israel is blocking that same life saving service with armed forces. Like the UN needs its own private military to do work. It’s insane. It’s really insane, and after getting over the “shock factor” of it all I still can’t seem to find the right combination of vowels, consonants and syllables to really make it click for someone, someone that might have existed generations before me, because those are the people in power, the people that can do something about this. But maybe it’s not my words the world is looking for, not yet at least.
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Anyway, I want to start a newsletter something “community building,” something people can interact with that isn’t just a blog. I got all these grand ideas in my head but I really need to get them started, get a plan on paper and just go for it.
School obviously comes first. I have a great opportunity right now and I can’t waste it, I know, but AFTER school is all said and done, what’s next?
That’s what stays on my mind.
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I hope you all have a happy Valentines Day,
I’m gonna go on a date with Palmela Henderson and pick out a fine selection of scented oils,
I hope your day is just as invigorating and sensual.
Take care, and I’ll see you in the next one!