Sex. It's fun, isn't it? There's lots I could write about it. In a book, incognito!!! But this was just bait, to see how many would click. You're here! You clicked! So, Just For Fun. Stay. Irregardless of how you feel about this right now. (Oh how I love that "word"!) This post won't be completely irregardless of sex. I promise. I posted something on Instagram this morning, and it's interesting there cause you can tag things and then people you don't know from wherever in the world might see them and like them. This girl today from Germany liked a post I'd done, about mis-matched socks. I clicked on her profile to check out what she's about: "______. 25 y.o. Just For Fun!" And what followed were Tons Of Selfies. Just For Fun. #nomakeup #wokeupthisway #freckles #onfleek Just For Fun. Oh my gosh I was howling. Sorry, _____. I showed Simon. Oh my gosh he was howling. Sorry, _____. She's in Germany, so then...

This isn't really an eye-emotion-catching topic, I know that. But, maybe we all had some kind of habit or craft we cultivated growing up. Soccer, softball, gymnastics, playing the flute, martial arts, swimming, whatever......ballet. Maybe we don't use it directly anymore these days, but it's in there! (How many times have people complimented me on my posture?! And I usually feel like I need to improve it!!) I think of ballet nearly every day. Mostly because I have a beautiful photo of my ballet class from high school hanging in my bedroom. I hadn't hung that up for most of my adult life, until I moved into this apartment on my own with the kids. I remember pretty clearly the day the guy came and took the photo, and the other photos with it. He was a friend of one of the dancers, in a photography class or something, getting practice and doing us all a favour! (Or, maybe he was just creepy and I didn't realize it?!) We weren't a fancy school. Modest, low key, l...

I'm reading some David Sedaris right now; again. I love it. Back in the day I used to listen to him on public radio. Probably on episodes of "This American Life", and other platforms. His writing cracks me up! His deadpan delivery. His raw details sometimes beautiful, or brutal, or both at once. How he can make the most mundane seem interesting! The most painful, hilarious! This particular book of his, "Theft By Finding", I haven't read before. It's a compilation of his diaries from 1977-2002, slightly edited for the purposes of publishing, of course. What keeps striking me as I read it is, Wow there are a lot of crazies out there! Wow, there are a lot of bigoted, ignorant, mis-informed/un-informed, HATEFUL people! And, Wow, I have no idea what it's like, really, to be a minority. He is gay and Jewish, so he's experienced more than his fair share of hate. His stories include a lot of others--not HATERS--but others on the fringes. Often the vi...