Sitting at a coffee shop. I boycotted this place for a long time when it became clear no one here, workers or customers, ever intended  to wear masks during Covid.

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Between that last sentence and this a day has passed. I ejected from the  coffee shop when a deplorable, horrible human sat next to me, her body language speaking of anticipation that we would converse, having never done so. I overhear her and find her to be a pig. She shit talks about her mother and children and anyone else, making herself out as a paragon of virtue when she is anything but. She sees me around, has  seen me around for years, and thinks of me a distant family. I think of her in a not dissimilar way. We are all family. 

I never found another sitdown place that day. The two bars I’d consider entering into  were occupied. So I sat at home and cleaned up this little contribution to the WWW at large. I cleared up the squall of broken images that plagued the “image” category. This plague arose from a WordPress theme transition, where image sizes were almost universally off by a pixel or 2. There was no obvious way to remedy this easily so it amounted to reposting roughly 200 images, reassigning featured images, etc. Tedious but necessary, and a labor of love.

I’m in correspondence now with a couple of curios. A 22 year old domme who seems confused by her self-ascribed role. And a 50-something friend from forever ago who discovered our correspondences from college and a little bit beyond. She described it as “intense” but offered no examples or context. I can believe I was “intense” in my writings. I felt free talking to her, and she seemed happy to hear from me.  There was never direct talk of romance but she was always taken. She married, now divorced, spawned two boys now young men, 21 and 24. 

Now she is back and wants to hear or read all my dark secrets, my sordid stories of yore involving breeding, secrets untold, and the uncertainty of certainty. I’m ok with it. I’ve nothing to hide. It’s been laid bare before, the whole sorry mess about the daughter I’ll never know. 

It seemed like something at first but a few days in, after the exhilaration of discovery and fascination wore off, all I could think was “So what?” I was a sperm donor in this equation. If I had any relevance or place in this I would have known about it a long time ago.

Gotta go.