Swinging In The Breeze

Some men just can’t keep it in their pants and they love to take it out and brandish their most prized possession any time they are given the opportunity to do so, putting their pride and joy on display, thinking this will stimulate another.  Size maters, but most women are looking for an average guy, one that is not too big, not too small, one which would work out nice because it would be manageable.  I guess that most women will weigh their options before they select a mate, but I don’t have any actual facts to make a substantiation of this claim.  I think that most women are seeking a commitment, someone that is in it for the long run, so they need to have a few lovers in order to tell what they actually like.  Love is not supposed to a surprise party where you are served mediocre manicotti.

A man must try to leave a lasting impression on the woman that he dreams about being with, so he needs to be versatile, because women are looking for both charisma and sincerity and not having both of these attributes would ruin the moment. I have always wondered if women find it irresistible or unattractive when a guy gets inked or a pierced.  I am not particularly fond of needles but I did hear about this tattoo butter from my Aunt Helen, which will moisturize your skin, so you won’t feel too much pain if you decide to get one.  Finding that special person who you can share the simple joys of life and being truly honest with is not an easy task and you may crash and burn a few times before you figure it all out and find the right person.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Substantiation, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Moment, for the Daily Spur prompt – Burn, for FOWC with Fandango – Tattoo, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Mediocre manicotti, for Ragtag Community – Charisma, for Sara’s Closet Full Of Notebooks Prompt – Surprise party, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Aunt Sincerity Butter, for GC and Sue W Weekly Prompts of the Photo Challenge – Size matters and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Options.

The Best Things In Life

I regret not purchasing those custom handmade leather boot straps and cowboy hats, as I probably won’t ever go back to Texas again.  All that is left is a painted memory of growing up there, having my first bowl of chili and mending that barbed wire fence all the time.  I had a gun and my family grazed cattle, and we had a few chickens scratching around in the dirt.  When I was real young I would have fun trying to catch them.  All that’s left of the overrated years that I spent there, remains hidden waiting for an invitation to be opened.  My dad made the choice to drill for oil, but we never struck any like the other farms around us did.

The town of Cairo, Texas where I lived, doesn’t even exist anymore, but it was in Jasper County a few miles northeast of Houston.  It is odd that a whole town could just up and disappear, but it was nothing more than an insipid town with nothing at all going on.  In the summer for fun, we used to count the tumble weeds blowing down the main street.  My best friend Hoss Cartwright developed a real bad case of jock itch one year and he could not stop scratching his privates.  Hoss finally went to the doctor, and he was told that it was Duck Butter, which is the result of a hard day’s work where sweat and perspiration mix in with dead skin down in the nether regions after going a prolonged period without a shower.  Apparently the churning of the butter creates a quacking sound, and this is the funniest memory that I have from living there.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Overrated, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Choice, for the Daily Spur prompt – Catch, for FOWC with Fandango – Dirt, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Boot straps and cowboy hats, for Ragtag Community – Insipid, for Sara’s Closet Full Of Notebooks Prompt – Painted Memory, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Cairo Duck Invitation and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Jock.

End Of Summer

It is the trailing edge of summer and ever since we saw that water snake in our local swimming hole, nobody wants to swim there anymore.  It used to be a place where we would all go to relax, but now our heightened senses have caused an overload and this once peaceful paradise is not the same.  We still go there to hang out, but everyone is too frightened to jump in, even though we learned that they are non poisonous.  We saw it creep out of the water one day to eat a frog, which was very problematic to watch.  The holidays are coming, but I wish the summer would never end.  Next week it is back to school for all of us, it is inevitable we are going back, even though this is against our will.

The weather will change and playing outside will be replaced by doing homework, watching more TV and whatever indoor Olympics we come up with.  I broke my wrist at the trampoline park called Sky Zone and now I am wearing a cast.  I guess all in all it was a pretty good summer, as my Aunt invited me to visit her at her home in Pebble Beach and we went to the Shakespeare festival where we saw Comedy Of Errors.  She makes a delicious chicken noodle soup and sometimes you just have to let summer go, but with a few days left, I haven’t written this one off yet,

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Errors & Problematic, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Wrist, for the Daily Spur prompt – Holidays, for FOWC with Fandango – Written, for Go Dog Go Café Christine Prompt – Against our will, for Go Dog Go Café Tuesday Prompt – Edge of summer, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Heightened senses, for Ragtag Community – Pebble, for Sara’s Closet Full Of Notebooks Prompt – Indoor Olympics, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Creep Wish Soup, for Sue Vincent’s August 22, 2019 Thursday Photo Prompt – Pool and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Zone.

Come See My Etchings

Back in the 60s, this was the line I used to seduce innocent young girls to get them into my room, so they would feel that it was proper to be alone with me.  After a night of shared passion, one girl actually asked me where my etchings were, which puzzled me as every other girl knew exactly what my intentions were.  I was in trouble, as I had no scintilla of artistic talent, so I showed her a picture of a flowerbed that my 8 year old niece drew.  She said that it was nothing more than masterful scribblings, and she did not consider it to be art.  I came clean with her and told her that I was a busboy and not an artist and that I only lied to show her that I had a sense of humor.

She told me that she was a lawyer and that she could sue me for false pretenses, because I misrepresented myself.  I told her that I had never gotten any complaints before from any of the other women who I lured up to my room to have sex with and I told her that it looked like she needed to unwind and said that I could rub her back for her.  She said that she wasn’t having any of that and she wasn’t about to be duped again.  I inquired about the trip or flight that she mentioned that she was taking and said that I could give her a pre-travel massage to help to loosen up and relax her muscles, as well as increase her circulation.  She reluctantly agreed and when I started taking my clothes off she told me that I should go on a diet.  I asked her if she wanted me to massage her breasts and she said fine, but don’t forget my beaver.  I told her no problem and said that I was happy that the beaver population was coming back in Maryland.

Written for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Trouble, for the Daily Spur prompt – Trip, for FOWC with Fandango – Diet, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Masterful scribblings, for Ragtag Community – Scintilla, for Sara’s Closet Full Of Notebooks Prompt – Sense of Humor, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Busboy Flowerbed Maryland, for GC and Sue W Weekly Prompts – Unwind and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Flight.

New Words

New words keep getting invented for the English language every day and over time and if they get enough usage, these words will eventually make it into the official dictionary.  Buzzy is a new word that can be used for something that generates attention and gets you talking it.  The word sheeple is now an official word which was derived from the portmanteau of “sheep” and “people,” and it is a person who exhibits herd-like and conformist behaviors, a despicable mainstream zombie bastard who goes with the crowd and refuses to think for themselves, thus being anything other than someone who is genuine and virtuous.  To throw shade refers to someone publicly criticizing or expressing contempt towards another person with little or no one else catching the insult except the person who it was directed at and this is likely to agitate them because it was meant to be contentious.

Nonversation is useless small talk that teenage girls seem to have a gift for.  The term side-eye is a gesture where you give someone a disapproving look with sideways glances of your eyes to show that you’re annoyed and don’t approve of them or their behavior.  The word plug was a word used by sailors on boats to fix leaky situations but later it gained an electrical connection referring to an outlet however the words plug-in and unplugged have become relatively new words.  You will improve and expand your vocabulary, when you learn to use new words and this can be done when you are home at your desk, or if you are outside in a park.  Improving your vocabulary can make your writing more powerful and more effective and help you say exactly what you mean, but you cannot start off at a gallop, so just try to slip in the new word when you feel the opportunity is right.

One of the most powerful tools for learning new words and for deciphering the meaning of other new words is to study their Latin and Greek roots.  Dioscorides the Greek physician, pharmacologist, botanist provided the name licorice, because he thought it was a sweet root, so he coined its genus name, Glycyrrhiza with the Greek word glukos meaning sweet and riza meaning root.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Contentious, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Gift, for the Daily Spur prompt – Desk, for FOWC with Fandango – Plug, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Genuine and virtuous, for Ragtag Community – Agitate, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Park Gallop Licorice and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Gesture.

We Shall Be Released

Susan and Marie were chained to the bed frame as they looked out of the window watching the Sun shining and Susan said, “Any day now, someone will come and save us and then our horrible parents will be sent to jail for how they have been treating us.”  Marie replied, “ You have been telling me the same thing for thirteen years now and I don’t think it is ever likely to happen.  We will never be able to outlast this torture and even though my brain is still fuzzy, I can see how much damage it has done to our siblings.”  Susan said, “We really got the bottom of the barrel when it comes to parents, as I don’t think that many other kids are held captive, starved and abused the way we are on a daily basis”, as she continued to stare out of the window.  The two girls were able to share these serene moments together indulging in their fantasy of being free one day, and making their way to the escarpment above the Donnybrook river, till the alarm woke up their parents and then they would dread the rest of the day.

They did try to escape one day and they successfully slipped out of their shackles, but they couldn’t get the front door open and the commotion that they made woke their mother up from her nap, which made them fail in their attempt and they just get more punishment.  They both had an interest in dancing and this helped them to connect with each other, as they each wanted to be a ballerina some day.  When their mom came in to unlock their chains, they knew that they had to go to the kitchen and prepare ham and eggs for their parents breakfast.  They would get spaghetti, like every other day and they had to follow the hierarchy, so they could only eat after their siblings had finished.

Today was Sunday, so the whole family was going to church and Susan and Marie were required to help their mother get dressed and they would be careful not to have another one of those nail polish nightmares, like when they spilled a few tiny drops on the floor and they were beaten for over a month for doing that.  Susan knew how to grit her teeth and walk the walk which helped her to endure any harsh punishment that was dealt to her.  She realized that her siblings had to watch her being punished, so she remained brave being overt which led her to become an effective advocate for them to look up to. Susan understood her place, but she kept a knife inside the cuff of her top in case she had to use it.  Sometimes you never know what is going to happen, so she also created a spice potion, that she could fling into the eyes of her abusers and if she ever saw the right slot to escape again, as she was more than ready to wheel out of there.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Outlast, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Spaghetti, for the Daily Spur prompt – Damage, for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #27, for FOWC with Fandango – Advocate, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Nail polish nightmares, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Overt, for Ragtag Community – Serene, for Sara’s Closet Full Of Notebooks Prompt – Fuzzy, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Ham Ballerina Interest, for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Hierarchy and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle 147 – Connect Dread Frame Just Alarm Spice Place Potion Stare Commotion Fail Fantasy cuff, sometimes, grit, fling slot, effective, walk, tiny, watch, Donnybrook, escarpment, wheel.

My New Identity

The capitol grew rank in the summer heat, the humid streets clogged with sweating tourists and rats.  I made a concoction of orange zest, juniper berries and hibiscus petals which I added to my Tanqueray, as this juniper and hibiscus gin cocktail would help me to face the day.  I felt genuine, authentic, and comfortable about my transgender appearance and I was able to accept my new identity, but it was my duty to civilize all the rest of these barbarians who did not understand.  I have always known that I am a woman, even though I was born as a man.  I was expecting to be met with some acerbic remarks from those people who did not know that I was transitioning into a woman.  I needed to change out of my sweatpants, so I could go to court today and have the sex changed on my birth certificate and driver’s license.  I would also have my name changed from Daniel to Danielle.

I hoped this would be exciting and liberating, but I was prepared for the scary and difficult when I gave my friends and family an explanation about my new identity.  I knew that my brother would grin and make endless jokes about my new body, but deep down he would understand better than most of the others, because he is gay.  Should I dress sexy or demure, there are so many choices when you are a lady and I have all these new outfits to wear.  I would like to show off my new boobs, but I don’t want to look like a stripper.  Before when I was a man, I could just grab something that looks clean, not too wrinkled and out the door I went.  I should have taken a course in time management, as this decision process of choosing the right outfit was already starting to bug me.  I checked the weather report and I found something that I thought was appropriate, provocative and it felt exciting.  I finished off my look wearing a scarlet begonia tucked into the curls of my hair.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Civilize, for Roger Shipp’s Daily Addictions prompt – Grin, for the Daily Spur prompt – Explanation, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday hosted by Dylan, for FOWC with Fandango – Authentic, for August Monthly Writing Prompts – Juniper and hibiscus, for Nova’s Daily Random Word prompt – Transgender, for Ragtag Community – Acerbic, for Sara’s Closet Full Of Notebooks Prompt 309 – Time management, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge prompt words – Sweatpants Court Begonia and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Endless.