Steering away from acupuncture. I mean, I think we drove away the evil spirit and it turned out it wasn't even an evil spirit -- it was my spirit guide, and she's gone now -- but after a while you really do need a change, and I'm trusting it's for the best, and I'm getting tired of having needles stuck through my lips into my gums and the ends of my thumbs and toes and stuff. I've had a really good relationship with my acupuncturist for five years, but for the moment I've switched over to a body worker who was the personal body worker for the Grateful Dead for seven years. 
I mean -- wow.
So he knows his stuff, and we're working on doing something. But what?
I mean, it's certainly true that I ache all over and have low energy. But is there really any cure for this? I think it's more about my will to live at age 66, having been through the polymyalgia rheumatica thing, and the kids are all grown up, and the pets have all died, and the wife has a worn out vagina (her words -- ya gotta be sympathetic, after all) and I'm still working as a court reporter after all these years! 
Well, anyway -- so I'm fantasizing that Rexx is my girlfriend. Thank you Suicide Girls.
Even her blog is amazingly beautiful, and when you're masturbating and the close-up of her face is what makes you cum you know you have a serious crush on her.
So this is a serious new chapter of my life without Linsa -- my spirit guide. But I had to get real about the fact that things have changed and she's not around in the same way she used to be -- I mean when I could actually see her
and we would have real sex together. Maybe that was psychotic or something and something that other people (like my wife) were having a hard time understanding.
Nevertheless, it was real. The best orgasms I've ever had were achieved with an imaginary being without even touching myself. It was impractical, if nothing else. I mean, where are you going to go where you can be screaming and writhing on the floor without other people noticing.
But I digress.
I pretty much have to digress at this point.
Because there ain't nowhere to go.
Yeah, gettin' old.
I mean -- wow.So he knows his stuff, and we're working on doing something. But what?
I mean, it's certainly true that I ache all over and have low energy. But is there really any cure for this? I think it's more about my will to live at age 66, having been through the polymyalgia rheumatica thing, and the kids are all grown up, and the pets have all died, and the wife has a worn out vagina (her words -- ya gotta be sympathetic, after all) and I'm still working as a court reporter after all these years! Well, anyway -- so I'm fantasizing that Rexx is my girlfriend. Thank you Suicide Girls.
Even her blog is amazingly beautiful, and when you're masturbating and the close-up of her face is what makes you cum you know you have a serious crush on her.
So this is a serious new chapter of my life without Linsa -- my spirit guide. But I had to get real about the fact that things have changed and she's not around in the same way she used to be -- I mean when I could actually see her
and we would have real sex together. Maybe that was psychotic or something and something that other people (like my wife) were having a hard time understanding.Nevertheless, it was real. The best orgasms I've ever had were achieved with an imaginary being without even touching myself. It was impractical, if nothing else. I mean, where are you going to go where you can be screaming and writhing on the floor without other people noticing.
But I digress.
I pretty much have to digress at this point.
Because there ain't nowhere to go.
Yeah, gettin' old.
minusfourdegrees:
Rexx writes beautifully, and she's one of my favorite people on here. She's every bit as down to earth in person.