Saturday, 18 February 2017

Out of circulation

A night shift week again, forget doing anything of note apart from the sleep-eat-commute-work cycle. More frustrating than usual from my perspective, too, because I've effectively missed the eye candy potential of half term week, apart from the odd cutie espied while I've been 'in transit'. It was K's birthday in midweek, too, but I'd known for weeks I wasn't going to see her on or near her last teenage birthday, because, apart from my being on nights, she had a 'hand-in' deadline yesterday for her latest module of work. If all goes to plan, though, I'll be spending most of this coming Tuesday with my girl, so that will be a considerable recompense. Oh well, two more nights to go, so I'd better get on with the 'eat' part of the cycle. Are we having fun yet?

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Sunday, 12 February 2017

Another reunion

Yesterday saw another reunion with my friend who emigrated to Australia some years ago, but, unlike his last visit, his whole family have come over this time, his wife and two daughters also being here. I hadn't seen any of the ladies for a dozen years and more - the girls were 6 and 4 respectively when they moved - so it was nice to be able to catch up. I actually hit it off quite well with the younger daughter, because she's a major Aussie Rules fan, as is her dad, so there was certainly plenty of conversational material. There was, for a couple of hours, at least, a 75% reunion of our 'group', too, six of the eight members being at my brother's house to watch the Wales - England Six Nations match. Sadly, I had to make a rapid exit as soon as the game ended, needing to get home at a reasonable hour preparatory to my being on earlies this morning. Would that I could've afforded to ditch today's shift, but the financial ship is starting to creak rather alarmingly of late, more money going out than coming in for three of the last four months. It's not a crisis, yet, but some belt-tightening might soon have to be seriously considered.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B


Friday, 10 February 2017

Two dreams

Both depressing, in their way. Early on last night, I dreamed that I had a cute young boyfriend (not based on anyone in my 'real' life, as far as I could tell), 12/13, blond and lovely. It wasn't an erotic dream at all, the most intimate contact was our holding hands, but, on waking, I realised that even that degree of closeness to a boy would be deemed 'grooming' in today's fanatically intolerant society. Then, when I fell asleep again, I dreamed of my ex, for the first time in a long time. We argued in some unidentifiable street, before making up with protestations of still loving each other, but parting agreeing that we could never be together again. I do still love her, on some levels, but even if she begged me on bended knee, I'd never want us to be a couple again. When you've been as comprehensively rejected as I was, that's something that can never be repaired. The pain of that still gnaws away, even now, but there's nothing I can do apart from live with it.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Thursday, 9 February 2017

Too cold

Well, by Southern English standards, at least, it's been too cold for much meandering this afternoon, as my partial weekend off began at lunchtime - the only shift I'm working over the next few days is on Sunday morning, before I start nights on Monday. So, of course, I'm in the pub, and have been for quite a while. I might be doing something more sociable tomorrow, possibly involving a trip to my home town, although I'm awaiting final confirmation from my brother. If not, I'll probably end up in the pub again. As is my wont.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Tuesday, 7 February 2017

I'm so glad....

....I’m not an American parent, because the education system in that country has just taken a huge step towards destruction, with the confirmation of the egregious DeVos as education secretary. By way of the even more appalling Pence's casting vote. If anyone ever needed an excuse to blow his smug, smirking theocratic head off of his shoulders, that casting vote is ample justification.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Monday, 6 February 2017

Near perfection

I've had almost 24 hours to think about this now, during which time I've gone through a number of phases of 'shall I, shan't I?', mostly around the self-censorship I'm all too often guilty of. But, sometimes, reality has to win out, the truth has to be enunciated. Regular readers here might have noticed that I haven't written much about boys of late, in spite of my regular assertions that talking about being a boylover, and the implications of that fact, is the principal raison d'ĂȘtre for my having a blog at all. So, last night, around about this time. He appeared, with his parents, in my most regular haunt. The family, to judge by the conversation I could hear, were Eastern European, which flavour, exactly, I'm not linguistically gifted enough to say. But whatever his birth nationality, the boy was simply a delight. Happy, obviously intelligent, with the most infectious laugh I've come across in many a long day. And, of course, attractive to me in spades. So why do I say he was only 'near perfection'? Because, to be perfect in my eyes, a boy should be on the absolute cusp of puberty. And yesterday's boy was at least a year, maybe two, short of that point. In other words, he was prepubescent. And attraction to prepubescents, even using the 'proper' definition I wish the world would adopt, is paedophilia. I don't, even if I only looked and imagined, feel very good about myself at the moment.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Saturday, 4 February 2017

Archbigotry

Another couple of days of tongue-biting for me at work, homophobia yesterday, racism today, orchestrated, of course, by the 'archbigot'. He's on holiday for a couple of weeks after tomorrow, though, so there will be some respite. Unlike from the Mussolini clone in the White House, whose egregiously fascistic actions seem to lurch from bad to worse to nightmarish by the day. If only his own supporters were affected, I'd be positively giddy with shadenfreude. But the rest of the American people, and the rest of us outside 'the wall' face potential disaster because of his imbecility as well. Terrifying times.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B