Power

I’m just trying to collect my thoughts.

Nothing’s happened, I’m just feeling a little spaced.

I’ve decided to delete my account from that dating app. Basically, I’m pretty sure all the guys getting in touch don’t want to have actual “sex”, in the genital-touching sense of the word. I believe they just want to perform their kink while I watch. Bored. So, yes, I’ve decided to just stick to porn. The final straw was the classic “I’m not gay, but I like having sex with men” thing. It’s not my fault if you’re too dumb to know what bisexuality is.

Anyway, I’ve treated myself to a new guitar, as all this has been upsetting me somewhat. I thought I was getting stressed about having to tidy up for visitors, but then I realised, nope, I just don’t want strangers coming into my home and not letting me suck their dicks. I did meet up with a guy in Manchester just after me and my ex split up, and it was that exact situation. He just wanted to dress up as a woman while I playfully restrained him on the bed. I was exhausted by the end. And I didn’t get to fuck anyone.

Good grief.

I’m just making a pork & paneer curry with harissa paste, instead of my usual collection of spices. All the vegetables are freshly chopped though, so I didn’t cheat on that stuff. It’s currently about halfway through maturing on the stove.

Speaking of guitars, I only ordered a new one because I finally switched on an amplifier this morning. Fortunately, I also discovered that I’d left all the equipment switched on at the wall, so goodness knows how much that’s been costing me. I think all the equipment was technically switched off, but a power supply had been working and getting dangerously hot. I did suspect something was up, as the lounge kept being unnaturally warm and smellier than usual. The smell was probably melting rubber. Oh well, it’s all off now.

I think.

The guitar I’ve bought is a Nashville Telecaster, which I’ve always wanted. It’s also in butterscotch blonde, which is officially the best Telecaster colour. I’ve made room for all the cardboard crap etc. that usually comes with a new instrument, mainly by taking the packaging from the last three guitars I bought down to the wheelie bins. I have no idea why I just let things pile up like that.

Behold!

Hmm, I think that’s about it for this post. I’m just in the middle of watching Arrested Development, which is making me feel better about the events of a fortnight ago. It’s reminding me of the agony I’m saving myself by no longer being in contact with that collection of idiots known as my family.

Good riddance to them.

Good riddance to everyone.

It’s just me and my shadow now.

Right… curry time!

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!