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June 22 Thursdays are orange days in Thailand. After each solstice the day lengthens or shortens slowly moving towards the equinox and the momentary balance. Pisces enters Aries; Virgo enters Libra. Now Betelgeuse sheds its cocoon, its scarlet aura frightening the firmament. Soon Orion will be no more. When will this blue marble stop spinning; when will it lose its water. May my Soul return to its Source. May my physical existence return to atoms. I was very shy as a child. The idea of being naked and looked-at frightened me (I had very poor eyesight). The idea of being bound? I was good at wrestling because I knew how to squirm. At university I actually bit a dorm-mate who tried to force me to do something I said no to. Their idea was to strip me naked and trap me in the breezeway between tower A and C. No way! If this were to happen today I could sue. But back then I was fearful of being expelled. I transferred to another university. To Elisa: Stik or Treat (Stik), "All Tied Up" (rated XGC): "I'd be hysterical. Losing control is one of my major issues. I go into fight and flight (both modes) and would prolly bite you! Gay/straight liaisons ... the "straight" man is often the submissive ... perhaps to try it out? Anyhoo... there are lots of straight men who might say yes but ask gay men as well. The camera doesn't know the difference. As for handcuffs... no and no." When my uncle had open heart surgery circa 1985 (he was 67) he looked like ___ according to my cousin. No worries. They had him up and moving the next day or two. Pain wasn't an issue; clotting was their concern... and pneumonia. I remember commenting that they didn't take out the 'grumpy' when they operated. He lived another 15 years. I'll try to remember this if my hip gets worse... maybe ask them if grumpiness is operable. To Lyn's a Witchy Woman (Lyn), "universe in June" : "Up and walking. Yep. To either prevent clots or pneumonia, or both. The ice machine is a nice touch. My left hip has given me issues, but sporadically. I'm careful when I exercise but need to be more careful when I walk. I put 'walking' on my daily to-do list because I sit too much. We don't have hummingbirds here in Thailand. Finches galore though. We have birds that hoot. I believe they are night herons. Lots of myna birds and doves. Our grounds are kept immaculate but flowers = bugs and bugs = birds. We're a happy bunch. The unkempt lots and areas along the railroad tracks also help." Ya know... writings aren't reviewed nor commented upon when they are placed on 'private' . So I'll need to check out what I've posted here and elsewhere to work on the stories listed in "Blood of the Garlic" . Looks like I now know what I need to read and edit. Amazing how the passage of months can help. The passage of years, however... I may need to take notes just to make sure my characters and any story-line (what's a plot?) stay consistent. Once edited, they'll need a beta reading. To Storm Machine (Storm), "Breathe." : "I have little problem beginning things. My issue is finishing them. Blood of the Garlic comes to mind. It started as stories, and maybe that's what they intend to be. Same with Space Cadet, although that has more of a narrative. I haven't looked into printing out copies on paper, but I should. That may help me with the editing and sorting process. I've reread old works that I've forgotten, amazed that I wrote them. If only I could move on from traumas that easily. That said, it can be easier to find flaws when a piece has mouldered for a while." ~620 words. For
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