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I was trying to write something about stuff the pisses me off.

You’d think it would be easy. That’s the problem it’s too easy and there’s simply too damn much that pisses me off.

How can I possibly pick and choose?

One of the things that keeps popping up again and again is this Trans Crap.

I’m over it!

I am not and do not want to be associated with any of these events, or people.

Who you sleep with is nobody’s fucking business. I think most, if not all, of us in the LGB community are just as sick as the straight community is, of having TRANS Shit shoved down our throats 24/7.

To be clear, a lot of the LGB folks want a divorce from the T and rest of the alphabet soup folks.

The “T” and whatever the hell other “letter people” don’t represent the mainstream of the LGB folks and have completely hijacked whatever normalcy in society we’d managed to win.

These dumb fuckers have set us all back to the ‘80-90’s where normal folks think LGB folks are coming to corrupt their children. We’re not! But the “T” and alphabet folks are dragging the rest of us into their psychosis.

To be clear you don’t wake up one sunny morning and decide you’re not the gender you were born. You don’t come to the conclusion that you need to cut body parts off, over an overpriced Starbucks coffee and scone. Or for that matter, Legos and Barbies.

Even the real Transgender folks are being dragged along by a bunch of deranged jackasses, for whom “Non-binary” or “Trans” is trendy.

Here’s a newsflash dumbasses. Non-binary isn’t anything new. Human beings have always lived and acted in a sexual continuum. Very few people are completely straight or completely gay. Creating a term, then publicizing that term is nothing more than the HRC, and other money grabbing organizations way of remaining relevant.

If Non-binary is what you need to give yourself permission to sleep with whoever, or experiment with your sexuality then fine.

Just remember it’s not a fucking new thing, we’ve all gotten drunk, been horny, and woke up naked with a hangover, and someone we didn’t expect snoring beside us.

A lot of the more mature folks in our society, (not by age, but by attitude,) simply got up, and owned that things might have gotten a little out of hand. Most of us put a pin in the acts and / or gender of the person we’d done those acts with, and the associated ramifications until the hangover was gone.

I don’t give a runny shit about the “T” alphabet morons anymore. I used to care because I knew folks who were part of the real, (super small,) T community that actually did believe with all their hearts and proved out via psychological counseling that they were in the wrong skin.

Those people would forgive me for being done with all this madness. I’m willing to bet that they’re over it too.

I always wanted to live someplace where sex and sexuality was tacitly acknowledged. Yeah, we all fuck, yeah we all like it, yeah we have preferred partners, end of discussion. NEXT! We almost got there, maybe next time…

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The best laid plans…

The tail spin I’ve been in for the past few months is starting to be… less spinney. I’m not out of the spin yet, not by a long shot, but I’m getting better.

I had a plan for our retirement. A plan for what I wanted to do. I pictured us having a small home, with a lawn. I pictured actually having to own a lawn mower for the first time in my life. I’d even been shopping for mowers I might want. I pictured puttering around in a garden, and the two of us enjoying warm days with friends. Nice barbecues, dog walks and quiet times. Most of all I pictured having a mailbox. A “real” address and the joy of not having to worry about how something was being sent to me, because there was only one address to worry about. 

Yellow houseThese are small things. When you haven’t had them for most of your adult life they attain outsized importance.

I saw us enjoying hobbies and interests we’d not had the time to pursue because our jobs were always in the way. We always wanted to travel, we envied those of our friends who made traveling a priority and found the money to afford to do it. We always thought we’d have time. “Once we retire,” we’d say to each other.

I know this is an idealized view, and the reality of our retirement wouldn’t have been quite so… idyllic? Bucolic? But I thought that I’d be able to hammer some part of it out for us, even if it was only for a few years. 

Now, all that is changed. That’s what put me into the tailspin in the first place, aside from the shock, then learning that my other half had made no provisions for his demise.

You’d think I’d be mad, but I gotta say, “Good one babe, ya left me holding the bag!” 

I find myself wondering what now? What next?

I’m still here, the dog is still here, there’s still a small home with a patch of grass out there somewhere. There’s still barbecue, beer, warm days, mild winters, dog walks, and laughs. It’ll just be me and the dog doing all those things by ourselves. The dog is generally good company so that’s a plus. 

One distant acquaintance told me I’d meet someone else. She was attempting to tell me there was a future. She has no sense of boundaries, or decorum, and didn’t know that I’d long ago decided that I wasn’t going to “get hitched” again. I might not even date. I might simply decide that scratching a certain itch is best done in a way that ends with me saying, “Your money is on the counter, now please leave.” There is an interest on my part to “ordering from a catalog,” so to speak. I suspect that is cheaper than dinner & drinks, and I don’t have to be deafened by bar music.

I’ve decided that moving is best for me in the long run. Where I live now is a beautiful place, I have a view that I enjoy very much. But time is catching up with me, I don’t do as well in the winters as I used to. I’ve concluded it’s time for me to take the hint. I think I should go in search of the patch of grass and a mailbox that I’d fantasized about so often.

As I’ve looked at other places to live and the houses available, I’ve discovered that I like either brand new houses or I like really old houses. 1944 and before generally. I suppose it’s because those houses seem to have a lot of character. I know that is sometimes another way of saying they’re a money pit but some of the pictures of these older homes are very nice. The newer houses seem to have a lot of conveniences. 

I’ll have to adjust my visualization down to one chair on the porch but I’m working on that.

The mornings here are getting warmer, I’ve been taking my coffee and iPad out on the back deck to enjoy the quiet of the morning and scan the daily follies of the “Adults” in Washington. The dog likes it because he can watch the world and keep an eye on me at the same time.

I guess the lesson learned is plans and dreams change. 

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Something that made me smile…

In preparation for possibly selling the house, I’ve been cleaning closets.

The other half, God rest his soul was a heck of a packrat and had a habit of saving all kinds of paperwork in boxes, backpacks, shopping bags, and disused briefcases. Each one of which I must now open and determine from which epoc the paperwork within belongs.

That’s enough fun and I have found a lot of very strange things. I’ve also happened upon a treasure trove of CDs all of them classical music and none of them digitized. I’m at a complete loss as to why this would be. The resources to digitize and store all of his music on his computer, ipad, iphone or whatever were available. For some reason it just never got done and to the best of my knowledge I was never asked to do it or help. 

It’s one of those questions I’ll have to ask him when I see him next. I do hope that I can call him to the gates of heaven to chat for a moment or two before I’m put on the express elevator to hell. I doubt they’ll allow phonecalls between the two places and the long distance charges would be outrageous even if such calls were allowed.

Another part of cleaning out the closets has been dealing with the porn collection. There are quite a few videos we accumulated over the years. After the fire, we replaced a lot of what we originally owned on VHS tapes with DVDs or BluRays. As technology advanced and porn houses started offering their movies digitally I allocated a chunk of space on our server to store movies. I’ve also transferred many movies to the server, so that they are available on demand on virtually any device with a screen in the house.

As I was sorting movies from the shelf in the closet, I noticed a number of titles were not on the server and were not available for download from the production houses. So while going through the heartwrenching task of sorting or trashing things from boxes, bags, etc. I also began moving videos to the server. Once the DVD is on the server, I’ve been boxing them for storage and transport. 

This process has gone quite well. After moving the videos to the server, I decided to do a little quality check and so I told a player application to play the videos. I wasn’t watching them actively, I was spot checking as I walked something to the trash or checked on the dog.

The Dog will only allow me about an hour before he brings a ball in and drops it loudly next to my foot.

Anyhow, between laundry, sorting paperwork and the dog demanding that I play, I completely forgot about the videos playing on the TV in the bedroom. The volume was low and I was distracted. I’d returned to the front bedroom closet concentrating on the mountain of paperwork and odd bits & pieces of stuff collected over the past 13  years or so. 

I would ocassionally hear a voice, but couldn’t make it out, and thought that it was coming from outside the house. (The weather is nice so it’s routine for the crazy woman and her crazy man to be screaming at each other, one in the house and the other in the yard. Everytime they start up I first imagine an episode of COPS and then tune them out.)

Several hours pass as I’m digging through paperwork, playing with the dog, and tossing stuff into the recycle bin. During all this time I’ve been hearing voices and simply assumed it was the neighbors then cursed their classless nature under my breath…

Until one of the performers in a movie had a particularly loud orgasmic release.

Then I remembered the videos were playing in the other bedroom and found myself taking back all the unkind things I’d been thinking and muttering about the crazy neighbor and her mate.

So, Note to self, turn the volume up so I can hear the video playing the the other room, or turn the volume down and be happily surprised when I walk into the bedroom and see the porn is still running.

And now I’m off to throw the ball for the dog once again. I can’t deny him, but do think he’s mastered distracting me from the tasks that I need to accomplish.

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Really… How can a company be this out of touch with their clients?

I didn’t know who the fuck Dylan Mulvaney was.

Here’s the short version. He, and I do mean “He” is a dude who thinks he’s a woman and has achieved some fame on the Tic Tok application. He’s been calling himself a woman for a year.

Big Deal, SO WHAT?

There have been a lot of little blurbs about his partnership with Bud Light which I’ve mostly ignored because it’s just another Trans whatsit bunch of crap. Today there’s an article about some kind of backlash brewing over his partnership with Bud Light.

There’s an old saying that any publicity is good publicity and maybe that’s true, but a couple of decades ago, it was all the rage that Coors beer wouldn’t be served in Gay bars. I forget now what the deal was, I thought it was silly at the time, and quickly lost interest. Generally thinking, I doubt that the gay boycott of Coors had much of an effect on their bottom line.

Although at the time there may have been men ordering Coors in straight bars just to flip off the gays, perhaps that improved Coors bottom line. I kinda doubt it, most men didn’t spend more than a couple of seconds thinking about their beverage choices.

Today on the other hand, a non-trans boycott of Bud Light and Anheuser-Busch products will likely hurt the Busch bottom line. (Note to self, make sure that my broker sells any Anheuser-Busch holdings immediately.) On the plus side in six months to a year Anheuser-Busch stock may be available at rock bottom prices.

I have a feeling that the majority of our country and the world is sick and tired of hearing about all this Trans bullshit. I know I am. It’s no problem for me to avoid Anheuser-Busch products. I prefer Blue Moon, or Corona.

If I’m indicative of the rest of the country. I suspect we’ll see Dylan Mulvaney whining on Tic Tok that he’s not in a partnership with Anheuser-Busch anymore because of Trans Hate. Then we’ll hear of Anheuser-Busch’s executives being quietly shown the door. Perhaps then we’ll be having less of the Trans shit in our daily lives.

For your reference, Anheuser-Busch products include:

Budweiser, Bud Light, Stella Artois, Shock Top, Kona Brewing Co., Michelob Ultra, and Busch Beer.

If you’re of a mind to send a financial message to Anheuser-Busch.

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Trans folks it’s not hate, we’re just tired of hearing you bitch!

I say that as a CIS Bi/Gay man whose seen the LGB movement completely hijacked and turned into something that I’m personally revolted by.

You’ve completely destroyed the credibility and “normalcy” we spent decades building.

So thank you assholes for taking the rest of us down with you.

We spent years dispelling that LGBT people were pedophiles. Your drag queen story hour, child transitioning, males in women’s sports, and pervy guys dressing up as women to get into the girls locker rooms, have completely undone all our work in the eyes of the American public.

But on top of that, every time anyone looks around you’re screaming about some perceived slight.

There is NO TRANS GENOCIDE! Do you even know what Genocide means?

You have all the same rights as everyone else.

There are no roving bands of ARMED, CIS, WHITE, CONSERVATIVES, scouring the countryside looking for a trans person.

Nobody actually gives a shit about what you wear, or who/what you identify as on which day.

But when you talk about a day of “Vengeance“, As y’all did this last weekend, I have to ask what the hell did you expect people’s reaction to be?

It’s funnier than shit, that most of the LGBT community appears to be anti gun but then ya’ll start taking pictures of yourselves with AR-15s as part of your Trans Vengeance day.

I have to ask which is it?

It would be nice if y’all would just pick a lane…

OH RIGHT!!!! You can’t pick a lane about something as basic as gender so why the hell would you pick a lane about anything else in your lives?

No-one is out to get you, (At least they weren’t.) Most people didn’t think about you, in anonymity, there is safety. You idiots forgot that. You’ve pretty much painted a target on your own backs!

Most folks see a dude dressed in a dress and a wig, they politely ignore it. People see only what they want to see and folks don’t see an ugly woman, a dude in a dress, or a chick dressed like a man.

Most folks, myself included, aren’t concerned about your personal issues the only thing we’re concerned with in a business setting is do you know your shit? If you do, you can paint you ass blue and dress in animal skins for all we care.

Why do you feel it necessary to drag me, or anyone, into your fucked up drama? I supposed a better question would be, why do you Trannys need to generate so much drama?

By the way, that asshole that killed 6 people in Nashville… Wasn’t a victim. The 3, 9 year olds, and 3 adults were victims.

On second thought, maybe she was a victim of GAY INC. Maybe she started out as a person who had some mental issues that could have been handled with traditional therapy. But then she was sold a bill of goods from all the Gay organizations that trade upon victimization. You know, HRC, GLAAD, and all the rest.

Thinking this way, perhaps I could get behind naming GAY INC as responsible for these murders.

The bill of goods I’m referring to, seems to say that everything would be just fine if you pump yourself full of hormones your body wasn’t built to use, that through surgery all would be well and after your transition every single problem in your life would magically disappear.

Perhaps she bought into the thought that trans genocide was a real thing. Perhaps she was on testosterone. A hormone that men must learn to control over their entire lifetimes.

A hormone that during puberty, makes men act out, do stupid things, fight about inconsequential issues, etc.

You know… for years our society has called it testosterone poisoning. So is it still testosterone poisoning if doctors inject testosterone into a woman?

It seems like it should be.

In the case of a woman, there’s the added problem, most women have no idea how to handle riding the testosterone dragon. They also may not have time to figure it out before they lose themselves in ‘roid rage.

The same could be said of men transitioning to being a woman. I’m terrified to think what estrogen does to a mans emotional controls.

Talk about a sock drawer!

Trans people, do whatever the fuck you want to do to yourselves. I personally don’t care.

But my indifference is not hate. It’s being tired of your shrill screaming about shit that ain’t happening.

So take your drama someplace else and shut the fuck up.