Illiterations: Laughing At My Own Expense

I recognize that my posts have become fewer and shorter.  If you've read recent posts, you know of the ugly experience I went through in a love relationship some recent time ago.  That definitely stole my mojo.  One of the reasons for my relocation was the discovery of the deep and ugly betrayal by the man I was in love with.  I discovered he is a sexual predator and a sex addict.  The need to get far away was simply that strong. Ironically, I do have some business connections and work I do where I used to live.  So, I travel up to Placer County almost weekly to take care of my clients.  I'm building clientele in my new Almaden location too, so that's cool.  It's all pretty "under the radar." I jokingly say I'm "bi-coastal."  I've never tried to run my old businesses long distance, so that's interesting.  But I don't mind.  I'm super glad I have friends to stay with most of the time, and a couple of places to park and camp in a pi...

NOTE:  The following entry is a compilation of information gathered from different sources.  The people who are making headlines for their exploitation of women likely have had no shortage of opportunities for consensual sex. Sexual predators have plenty of sexual experience, but it is shallow. Sex is a control operation for them. They ordain the time and place of the encounter. Seeking a conquest is the overriding aspect. The perpetrator cares little what his “partner” experiences. The idea is to conquer a body, not have a relationship. Achieving his objective provides him with a buildup. He has sex on his mind a great deal of the time, looking at females as potential targets. In his approach to potential sexual targets, the individual regards himself as irresistible and seeks to have this affirmed. He is certain that any person whom he finds desirable will be attracted to him. A friendly smile may confirm that he is desired, and that he can proceed with his conquest. This ...

June, 2025:  Out of respect for my concerned guy (fear of gossip on his part?), I have spent the months we've been seeing each other not mentioning his name and keeping his identity a secret.  I'm kinda over that, though.  Not that I want to paste his picture and name everywhere, but I am going to stop walking on egg shells. I've alluded to his notoriety already, and that's not inaccurate, at least in this part of the world.  And, "notoriety" is not really the right word, because it hints at something nefarious, which is the opposite of the truth. But, he seems to fear that the world will end if the world finds out we are "an item."  He's uber-private, but I think the reason is because he doesn't want his "groupies" to know that he's involved with somebody.  Why?  I don't know.  But it's becoming increasingly more challenging to hide, and it also is coming at a cost to me, and that  reason is the one that has led me to d...

Missed my old fiends this last month, SO MUCH!  It was great seeing them for a visit for a few days and getting to stay with Daisy.  Had a lovely hike with a few of my peeps around Folsom Lake, and a fun evening at Kimmie's house in Foresthill.  Looking forward to breakfast tomorrow morning with the last three gals I keep missing, and then back home to the bay.  Until next time, Placer County!

It's funny how much a place can feel so much the same as it was when I was a kid and also feel so different.  I enjoyed an evening at Zotts last night.  Yes, the old Rosotti's Tavern in Portola Valley.  It's changed hands, and had a bit of a facelift, but, under it all, it is still the same cool, divey place it was in my childhood.   Back then, the Hells Angels and other motorcycle clubs made it a regular stop.  Then, as I grew up, the motorcycles were replaced with bicyclists making it their  stop, along with many of us horse folks who enjoyed the trails in and around the location.  In fact, the influence of it may really be the reason I feel most at home in the same type of venue nowadays, too.  No pretense, no formality.  Just old history and local people. Rosotti's has operated under many names in its life.  I still call it Rosotti's because that's what it was when I first knew it, as a small child.  We lived near enough to...

There is really nothing better than a fresh start; a clean slate.  Living in a new city--or, rather--a place that I've been gone from for a long time--is such a fun renewal of old memories and new experiences with changed things. One thing I really love is the bay itself.  My younger years were marked with many adventures on and around the San Francisco bay.  Re-acquainting myself with the region is spectacular.   I was able to pull out my collection of stunt kites the other day and take them to Berkeley for a fly.  They were totally out of tune after all the years packed away, but the bridles were mostly in place and I just needed to get the rust off my flying skills!  Fun afternoon with my neighbor who had the afternoon free and went along to get the fresh air.  Can you say, "new friends"? And, since I am just over the hill from Santa Cruz, I can buzz over there for a sunset every few evenings, which I love.  J just retired, and B is not f...