I could write about my sex till the cows come home, and I mean that brand of cow one can truly do without.
It’s no wonder most of my pals are male.
Yes we have Camille, Joanne and Evelyn, but that’s all in the female division. I find the older I get the less tolerance I have for the pettiness and petulance of of my feminine peers.
And I’m being polite.
My friend Jed and I have parted ways I’m sad to say because of the behavior of his long time girlfriend. Really broke my heart, however, I’m glad I never have to even as much as look at her again. He never knew how awful she was to me because in his presence she was a different gal.
I realize in this last lap of my life the last thing I want are people who despise me just for sport. Love is what I’m after as well as respect, and I’ll tell you this, you really know who your friends are when you fall unexpectedly on your ass. Sad, because the ones you thought would never leave made skid marks.
Okay, you get up and move on, but back to women.
My mother was my first role model who should have abdicated the position since she stunk at it. Her vanity and lack of natural maternal leanings pushed the little girl right out of the way.
Luckily I had an aunt who treated me lovingly, but you kind of look for that from your mom.
But I had men: my dad, when he was sober, was wonderful to me. My granddad, the person I loved more than anyone, showed me affection and how to love others along with myself from the time I could walk.
I did have other women who were beacons throughout my life like Wilhelmina when I was 18 who smoothed many of my rough edges. There was also Valerie Askew one could call the Italian Wilhelmina who took me under her wing in Rome and Milan.
But for the most part women have betrayed me in one way or another. I don’t think I ever had a boyfriend who was faithful many of them shopping a little too close to home.
I was 17 when I walked in on my first boyfriend and best friend fucking like bunnies. It was so long ago yet when I think about it my stomach still turns.
Camille and Joanne have always been good to me, but there was a time even they could have gone either way. When you’re younger the stakes are higher and friendship quite frequently falls through the cracks since you’ve yet to learn how important it is.
I try to be noble towards everyone in my life, but I’m happy to say, have become more selective and smarter at who I choose to allow within its borders.
Only took 59 years.
I’ve been through a lot lately, and those still standing by when the dust settled know who they are…
and those who jumped ship know who they are too.