I feel so sexy like this. I am so sexy like this. I feel so free, so liberated from convention. Last Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday I was out in the backyard on the edge of the woods and lawn, cutting up a fallen dead tree log covered in vine and a small living tree. I had all kinds of leaves and other crap all over me, especially Friday when I was throwing the huge piles of cuttings into the woods. But it really started before that, probably Thursday, with itching on my penis. At first I thought it was jock itch that was somehow there, not on thine nuts. But the next day, I seemed to have what looked like bug bites that were itchy all over my wrists as well as a red circular rash that wasn’t itchy on my upper left pelvis. Naturally, at first, I assumed the two new conditions to be unrelated. But over the course of the weekend from Friday evening onward, every thing started to get worse. The rash grew upward onto my stomach and my side. It became apparent to me my penis was covered in similar rash, as well as the edge of the whole package, and even bigger rashes on my inner thighs. More bumps started to appear on both my wrists, further up my arms, and around my shin areas. Eventually the rashes did start to itch, get more bumpy, and the bumps on my hands and arms became more red and rashy. Late Friday night though I got really high and went down this somewhat paranoid and nightmarish road of thinking there were tiny bugs/flies all over me, all over my room, all over my bed, etc. Especially because there was a tiny fly I was catching a glimpse of every now and then that night in my room. I spent hours basically freaking out, standing still, sitting still, in the dark with my high power flashlight looking for anything that looked like flying bugs around my body. There was that tiny fly that I managed to swat out of the air. But after that night as everything became more rash based it was clear that it probably wasn’t bugs, and that something from the woods had gotten on my hands, and then all over me, especially from my crotch area. It’s been since Friday since I was working out back, and while some of the original locations are getting better with usual Poison Ivy/Oak treatments, it is continuing to pop up and spread to new locations. At least, it appeared that way last night to today, despite having washed all my clothes, all my bedding. It’s now spread over my whole pelvis and all the area above it up to my bellybutton, but that area is less itchy now, and up most the way of my left torso and some left back. It’s spread from the spots on my inner things to much of both my inner thighs, as well as some of the bottom of my thighs, and onto my calves and knee caps. It’s all over my left inner arm all the way up to the arm pit with some on my shoulder, chest, and outer forearm. But somehow there is only some bumps on my right arm. On some fingers there are extremely itchy, and painful, tiny little hard bumps in rows.
The reason I can non insecurely state that the itching started on my penis, is this is one of those situations where I am very confident that I did not come into the house after working outside and start jerking off. Give me a break. I also did shower every single time right after I was done working outside.
So, as of now, it still feels like it is getting worse, and that I am being taken over by itchy rashiness all over my body. Getting high can help, as any weed smoker who’s ever been quite sick knows. The high just takes your mind off the discomfort and onto whatever you have planned or available to occupy your attention before you. Because as Friday night showed me, as I already knew, you can either go down the road of getting your mind off the ailment, or you can go down the road of be obsessively focused on the discomfort and the more intense perception of the awfulness of the situation. Unless of course you have a super heavy indica strain.
Now, I am going to take an Oatmeal Bath. Not sure exactly what it is, I guess I am going to find out. Don’t think it’s literally taking a bath in oatmeal like the oatmeal you eat, but that would be crazy if it was.
Blue Moraine Lake (Canada) by Carlos D. Ramirez
She should be here, not in a physical lusting for me.
a legendary pop music anthem that your faves could never touch
Ahhh hahaha Oh my God….. Yeah, that created very complicated feelings inside.
Downtrodden families, mothers with children, children all alone with real and significant claims for asylum in the U.S., all having fled a life in their home country, that they can not survive, because they will be harassed, mentally and emotionally tortured, physically tortured, and very likely just killed off. Literally refugees from the most awful places to live on Planet Earth. They have arrived at our doorstop, as the doctrines of our quote unquote enlightened founding welcomes such wayward souls, that we are all taught in childhood is the great exceptional spirit of America. Yet they have arrived uninvited still, and this is how they feel, as our very ancestors at the birth of the country, and those who came after, all were uninvited, just showing up at our doorstep. Except for those held against their will by our WASP founding citizens, all were fleeing a life they felt they could no longer live. And what are we going to do? We’re going to streamline the processing of these refugees in deportation hearings to ship them back to the hell they had just desperately fled on a long treacherous and just as dangerous trek. Because? Because there is a radical faction of the right wing that refuses to cooperate on the reform of our immigration system and the legal assimilation of those who are Americans in oh so many ways except paper. And we need to appease them. And we just decide to do only what they find acceptable, even when they will turn around and will accuse us of anti-American acts. We need to appease the absurd faction of political ideology that believes they are doing the Christian and American thing by shouting ugly rejections at bus fulls of these refugees, and blocking them from being housed in their town. Yes folks, that’s right. We’re going to be sending many refugees back to certain death in the hell hole they wanted to leave in the first place, all because it’s apparently more important that we try to create the country that will be acceptable to the most loud mouthed, most unempathetic, most ignorant, and most bigoted dumb fuck pieces of political shit among us.