MAN ! I LOVE THIS MOJAVE DESERT (by David Stardust)
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Posted:Jul 23, 2016 4:37 am
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MAN ! I LOVE THIS MOJAVE DESERT
(by David Stardust)
I like to think of myself
as an old grizzled
desert cowboy--
Riding a pregnant Pinto mare
into the brushland,
the wasteland--
where on one with a lick of sense
would ever go--
especially in the middle of July--
A place of tangled Mesquite
and Creosote
and scorpions almost large
enough to saddle and ride--
Almost a place where time forgot-
with no one but my and me
for miles around...
But then, I've always had
a larger than life
sense of myself
An overblown ego
needing most of the time to simply
get over myself.
I've never even owned a --
I grew up a rich
mostly in Connecticut
But what the heck my friends!
It's been a good rid
The sun scorched my brain a lot
and some people fired a few slugs
over my head--
but all in all,
I did what I always do the best
THAT'S always been
to keep the fire burning,
to stir the pot,
to tell my stories,
and to keep the beans from burning...
by david stardust.... Saturday, July 23, 2016..
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YOUNG MEN WITH SMILING FACES
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Posted:Jul 22, 2016 4:38 am
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Marisol has been spending the last month with a friend who just got out of rehab.
She's always had more compassion for people who've gotten themselves hooked on various drugs than I have...Her Dad was a Marine, who'd been injured in Vietnam. He kept getting hooked on pain killers after he got out of the Corp. So M. has had a lot more experience in that sort of thing than I have. I was hooked on Booze 45 years ago, but just had to grit my teeth and give it up together with cigarettes by going "Cold Turkey..".
Anyway, I've been spending time working on things out at our place alone with the two dogs.
The temperature has been in the teens, and keeps going up about one degree each day. Today it's supposed to hit 113, and over 118 in the Springs (Palm Springs). The nice thing about the desert where we live though, is sometimes in the summer, the air is so dry that as soon as the sun goes down at night and before it rises in the morning, the temperature rapidly drops to the mid-seventies.
We have a few plants that I water using gallon jugs of water. The gallon jugs of water have been going down faster than usual because of the hot temps. The water dishes I have outside for the dogs and the little critters that sneak around to get a drink, get dirty quickly when the temp is over one hundred, so I clean them out every day and toss the dirty water on creasote bushes..Water is a precious commodity on the desert. I buy ours for a penny a gallon from an automated water station provided by the city near where we live. The station is modern and clean, and very much like an ATM machine.. Put in your card, tap out a pin number, tap out the number of gallons of water you want and tap another little key...Presto! Out comes the water.
The water station is for anyone to use provided they buy the debit card for use in it. A The connection hoses and holding jugs and transportation to and from the water station are up to the buyer of the water to take care of.
I use an old 1/2 ton pickup. It holds 115 gallon jugs in it's bed which come to a little over 900 pounds of weight. The station is 18 miles away from our house and I usually go to the station just as the sun peeks up over the mountains... Which is around 6 this time of year. Filling the water jugs in the bed of the pickup is fast and simple.
Jessica's coffee shop opens at 6, so by the time I go by there it's open with fresh coffee already brewed. I usually stop and get a cup of brew and gab with Jessica. She's Native American, with black hair and black eyes, and pretty as all get out.
The morning I'm writing of, when I stopped, Jessica was sitting at one of her outside tables and talking with a young guy that I placed in my head as "military"..
She broke off her gab with him to bring me a cup of coffee, and I said, "Nice looking young guy there," and nodded to where the was sitting...
Marisol and I both like Jessica a lot. She runs the coffee shop that her father owns and she's only in her late twenties but looks a lot younger even than that. Marisol told me that Jessica has 1/4 Native American blood, and since Marisol is from a tribe, the two of them get along fine together. I flirt all the time with Jessica and it's gone further than that..
The she was talking to was nice looking, and when I mentioned that to her she said..."Oh yeah he IS and he's horny as heck.... So am I..." Then Jess set the coffee urn back up on the serving window and went back to the good looking guy. M. and I had been getting a little worried about Jessica recently, She'd been making out with some of the young guys who flock to her coffee shop, and she was getting a little reckless about doing it. I knew the little city where her shop was located had SEX POLICE, those guys are everywhere these days. Having sex in public carries a big fine if not a jail sentence.
I was horny too, but I have enough smarts to know that a horny young, good looking , out scores an old buzzard like me by at least 100 points, and my feelings weren't hurt in the least.
It was only 6:30 and the and I were the only two customers in the shop. I sipped my coffee and didn't stare at the and Jess, but from the glances I gave them out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jess was fondling the crotch.
The next time I looked over their way I couldn't see Jess. Then I made out her long black hair tied in a pony tail with her signature yellow and red ribbon, bobbing between the 's legs half way under the table the was sitting at.
It didn't take long for Jess to get him off, and he got up from the table and his face was flushed as he hurried out to his truck and drove off.
Jess came over to me all smiles and bent down and kissed me on the mouth. I could taste cum in her mouth. "UMMM I needed that" she said."He's got to be at the main gate at 7, so he had to hurry out, otherwise I'd have introduced you.."
"Jess," I said, "You're too much! How many guys have you taken "care of" in this shop since you've been running it... ?"
"I haven't kept count, but I NEED to do at least ONE every day, " she said. "I LOVE it." "You and I understand each other..." Jess knelt down at my table and reached for my cock over the thin yellow shorts I was wearing. "Let me do you too, " she said, "I'm still horny," just as two pick-up trucks and a car pulled into the parking lot for the shop.. "Oh Heck, I guess not.." She said and got up to greet the six military guys as they poured into the shop.. I wanted to tell Jess to be a little more careful. Her place already had the reputation as a place to get head, and I was worried for her.
Jessica knew all about M. and me, and about me liking the same THING as Jess did..... I waved goodbye to Jessica but I knew she was too preoccupied with all the young studs around her to pay much attention to me. She blew me a kiss, as I went out the door to go and get my hundred fifteen gallons of water at the water pay station. I wished that those two trucks and the car full of military guys had pulled in about ten minutes later than they had....
In life-- and with sex-- timing is everything.
by david stardust... Friday morning.. July 22, 2016..
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FRIENDS ? PROBABLY NOT !
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Posted:Jul 21, 2016 4:53 am
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2016 3:23 pm
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When I was still about a thousand yards away, I could make out Ralph on the roof of his two story house gluing down shingles that the wind was always turning the ends up on.
It was a dangerous job, and labor intensive because he had to paint each shingle's end with black roofing cement and then make sure it was staying in place for a few minutes until the cement started to dry.
He evidently saw my truck coming from a long way off because he was scampering down the extension ladder and waving at me.
After I parked near the ladder, he greeted me.."Hey, Asshole! Haven't seen you in a long time... What brings you over here?"
Ralph is an old Marine Corps Gunnery Sergeant. His hearing is shot, and he wears Government hearing aides in both ears. I didn't mind him calling me "asshole", he has a mouth that's even worse than mine, and I can be pretty uncouth when I want to be.
I waited to get up to him before speaking. "I need some used angle iron, and thought you'd probably have some you'd like to sell me, "I said.
"Hey Baby! You got the money, I got the iron.."
He told me to follow him, and led me down his acres to a pile of all sizes of angle iron.
"Pick out what you need" he told me. "I'm going back up to the house to clean off this black shit from my hands..."
Roofing cement is nasty stuff to work with. I've had my share of using it.
I pulled out ten pieces of the galvanized angle iron from Ralph's pile and laid them on the sand where I could pull my truck down to load the pieces on my truck.
As I was working on pulling out the angle iron, the memory of Ralph's younger sister came flooding back to me. Her name was Susan, and she was a tall, lovely woman. She and I had had a brief, very intense affair 25 years ago.
One morning when Susan and I had been carrying on for about 8 months, Ralph called me and told me Susan was in the hospital in Loma Linda. It was something about her heart Ralph said. When I got down to the hospital with Ralph, we found out Susan had expired. Susan evidently had been born with a congenital defect in the main artery leading to her heart. It was like a time bomb in her, just waiting for the proper time to burst and take her life.
Ralph always figured all the intense making out Susan and I had done hastened her death, and he's never really forgiven me for the the death of his young sister.
"I picked out 10 pieces of iron," I said to Ralph when I walked back up to where Ralph was cleaning the black goop off with paint thinner.
"Just Gimme' what you think it's worth," he said.
I pulled out five twenties and handed them to him. He motioned to an old table nearby for me to put the money, and I put it there and picked up a rock from the ground to keep the wind from blowing it away.
I walked over to my truck and drove it down to the ten pieces of galvanized angle, and loaded them on the truck.
I waved goodbye to Ralph and as I was driving out his driveway, I happened to glance in my rear view mirror and saw him giving me the finger..
I felt bad for Ralph as I drove home, and I wondered if my relationship with his sister HAD helped to end her life sooner than it would have without me being around her. I didn't feel overly guilty about Susan though. All life ends at one time or another, and Susan and I had a great time during the short time we'd been together. I know she wouldn't have held me responsible for her early death.
by david stardust, July 21, 2016.. Thursday..
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THE HOTTEST DAYS OF THE YEAR
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Posted:Jul 20, 2016 11:28 am
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Our A/C runs 24/7 all through June, July, August, and usually September. It would be nice to have solar panels on our roof to help pay, or totally pay the cost of the electricity used during the summer at our house.
We've considered solar panels, but as things stand now, our electricity bill is surprisingly low for the way our A/C keeps the inside of our house crispy cool even when the outside temperature goes over 110. (Which is often).
We have enclosed porches all the way around our house, and a double roof on all the living quarters. In the Southern exposure which gets the most sun, I've built double walls. The secret of Desert living in the summer is to keep the blast furnace sun off of everything one can.
Anything made of rubber or of plastic deteriorates here in a short time from solar radiation. Things like the tire valves on your car deteriorate so that the tires start leaking air if the car is parked in the sun for any length of time. The paint on your house takes a real beating during the hottest days of summer. M. and I paint some part of our house over almost every winter.
We would be totally helpless against the ravishes of nature if we were suddenly transported to the Dakotas, Montana,Wisconsin Nebraska,Northern Michigan, Canada, or Alaska--any place where the climate is so different from where we now live. Both M. and I have lived in the hot desert for so many years, that we've come to like and enjoy the hot summers. I know for me, as soon as warm weather in May arrives, I start getting more horny than during the cold weather. The wonderful feeling of going around nude at our place, and wearing only shoes, a T-shirt and baggy thin shorts during the summer is great, and I'd have a tough time having to dress in more clothes anywhere else. Not to mention our clothing bills are next to nothing !
It's amazing how people can adjust to living conditions if they're able to survive for a couple of years to learn how to cope with nature. Even animals adjust to their environment. My Chesapeake Bay Retriever has never seen water out here in more than his water bowl, but he's perfectly content with playing in the sand and not water.
I'd be mostly afraid of the Grizzly's in Alaska. Farther North Polar Bears are deadly hunters and like human meat. All of us adjust to our climate, and both humans and animals seem to be pretty good at it.
by david stardust...July 20, Wednesday, 2016....
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COULD YOU BE A POLITICIAN ?
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Posted:Jul 19, 2016 9:55 am
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2016 11:19 am
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It's not very likely there are any actual politicians on this site. I've discovered years ago though, that just about anything in life is possible.
One of the things that can blow a politician out of the running for any political office is the hint of illicit SEX. Illicit sex is something that definitely is a feature on VisionPersonals.com. ILLICIT of course, is simply a name for sex outside of marriage, and is a name created by the good old religious cronies. It doesn't mean anyone is going to jail for doing it. The prudes though, certainly wanted to put Bill Clinton in jail for having his ding-dong sucked by Monica.
Look at all the tears and grief caused by Bill Clinton's letting Monica blow him under his desk in the White House. There are a large number of prudes in this country who would whole- heartedly vote for some Law in Congress to have anyone elected to public office be neutered the way people neuter their dogs.
These same people even keep going after Hillary for staying married to Bill after he was caught in THAT scandal by being stupid and lying about NOT doing what he'd been doing.
The only thing I ever "ran" for and surprisingly won, was Treasurer of my senior
high school class. I was probably lucky that the who voted for me never found out that a girl who had come to this country from France with her family, was giving me head almost nightly in an alley that ran behind her house.
Have you ever run for any public office? Would you ever consider running for some office? Can you EVEN IMAGINE being in the shoes of Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton today? Would you WANT to be in one or the other of their shoes?
I find it all fascinating, how about you? Whether Hillary or Donald win the election in November is up to the Gods of Luck. For most people the winner will have little effect on our lives. Unless of course they get us into a big Nuke war, then it will be all over for most every living thing on this little blue planet.
by david stardust.... Tuesday morning, July 19, 2016...
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THE END TO A PERFECT MONDAY
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Posted:Jul 18, 2016 3:31 pm
Last Updated:Jul 21, 2016 3:51 am
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( Better for you than any pill BIG PHARMA sells you to relieve stress...
There should be a picture here,,,this site keeps removing it..
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CHINESE TEETH
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Posted:Jul 18, 2016 7:43 am
Last Updated:Jul 18, 2016 3:45 pm
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I only ASSUME my false teeth are CHINESE. It's probably a false assumption, but I like the way it sounds when I blurt out to people--mostly strangers--that the teeth I have in my mouth were made in China. They probably were not. They probably were made right here in California, where I had all my old teeth pulled and false teeth made.
Now, why the heck would HE do that? you may be asking yourself. IF of course, you're even bothering to read this post. This post may make you CRINGE if you're one of those people who want to keep your own natural teeth up to the day you die and then take them with you to an after life so you can eat corn on the cob in heaven.
When I turned 70, I still had about 18 teeth and a couple of bridges. They looked pretty good too. The thing is.... I read a lot. I can also do research when I absolutely have to-- although I dislike doing research in most cases.
When I turned 70 I was getting Mr. Arthur Righteous. He was visiting me on winter days on the not always hot Mohave Desert of Southern California. Now, I've been healthy all my life and can honestly say I never remember being sick. But I was getting a lot of uncomfortable aches and pains in my shoulders and arms.
Cutting down to the short hairs, my research indicated that my old teeth were the cause of that A-Righteous visiting me with aches and pains.
So I went to a nicely run clinic and talked to a small Korean dentist with little hands, and some pretty girls working for him. I asked this little Korean dentist with small hands, to take out all my remaining teeth and make me a nice looking and nice fitting set of false teeth. Which he and the pretty girls working for him did.
I'm now only a few months away from 80 and I still have those false teeth and wear them everyday. The teeth still fit beautifully and look very pretty. I would do the same thing today that I did 9 years ago... OH, and I no longer have any visits from arthritis. Those aches and pains disappeared about a month after the last of my old natural teeth was pulled out.
This post is just a little encouragement to you old timers whose teeth are in bad shape. Get them taken out! Find yourself a good honest dentist with pretty girls working for him, and get rid of those old teeth. Bad teeth shoot bacteria all through your system and may be the result of an early heart attack or stroke, or any number of weird health problems that can cause you to not survive as long as I have.
The technology for making false teeth that fit you properly and let you eat everything you used to eat as a , including corn on the cob and apples, is here today. The measurement and fitting of false teeth is done today with camera technology that doesn't make any mistakes when done by a technician who knows their job.
As a big plus... Your mouth without teeth is far healthier and better smelling than it ever was with natural teeth.. As a plus, plus, plus...if you're one of the silent majority that likes giving oral sex, it's unbelievable when your mouth is free of the clutter of teeth. Yeah! take your teeth out before giving head or going down on that sweet pussy !!
by david stardust...July 18, 2016.. Monday morning...
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DO YOU EVER GET SO HORNY YOU JUST HAVE TO CUM ?
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Posted:Jul 17, 2016 3:33 pm
Last Updated:Jul 18, 2016 2:57 pm
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It's all you can think of.
You start thinking of the things you need to do during the day, but your mind keeps going back to the heat and torment below your waist. The images of nude bodies flash in your mind. Women with beautiful breasts, with pink nipples hard as little penises dance around your brain, and then images of throbbing penises starting to ejaculate white cream, crowd into your thoughts.
You hear the moans and gasps of sex inside your mind. You smell the odor, and feel the heat of love making. You shift in your chair where you're sipping an early morning cup of coffee. You're sitting at an outside table in the coffee shop on the way to the automatic water station on the Mojave Desert. It's shady where you're sitting and you take off your dark sunglasses and place them on the table.
The young brunette waitress stoops down by an empty table next to you, to pick up an empty cigarette package from the concrete floor by your feet. You smell the, slightly flowery odor of the perfume she's wearing.
When you look down at her, where she's kneeling by your right foot, you can see almost all of one breast in the open top of the yellow coffee shop outfit she's wearing. The flesh of the girl is tanned to a pretty coppery color.
Your wild mind envisions the girl spread out beneath you with her long tanned legs spread wide as you tongue her clit. Her dark bush is clipped close and the musky smell of her sex is intoxicating to your fevered mind. The girl turns her head and looks at you with her face only inches from yours. She smiles. "How are you this morning, David?" she asks you softly.
The girl's brown eyes are soft as pillows, her face is so close to you, you can smell mint on her breath. You smell the clean odor of her long black hair tied in a pony tail behind her head with a red and yellow striped ribbon.
It's not even seven on this Sunday morning yet, and the only customer besides you is sitting at one of the outside tables twenty feet away reading a newspaper.
You got out of the house early in order to fill a hundred, one gallon jugs, with fresh drinking water at the automated water station before the desert heat got going... You stopped on the way to the water station near a large green park, to get black coffee hoping that it would snap you out of the horniness you woke up with.
Your body has a heightened tension, almost like electricity is pouring from you,
Your mouth is hot and your tongue feels like it's puffy. Like a man's penis or a woman's pudenda as hot arousing blood floods into them. You push the tip of your tongue out, and caress your lips with it. Oh God! That feels so smooth, so good. The feeling goes right down to your waist and to your genitals.
You can't concentrate on anything. You just have to cum! You hear the girl softly ask you how you are.
You take the plunge as you have all your life. Nothing ventured, nothing gained!!
"I'm so darn horny I can't think straight," you tell the girl.
She reaches the forefinger of her right hand to your lips and runs the finger into your mouth on top of your tongue. You tremble from her touch and your hard penis, tenting beneath the thin white cotton shorts you're wearing is on the verge of cumming.
You've talked with this girl a number of times in other visits to her shop. She's guessed you like men and women. She knows how you'd like to have oral with her. She's been teasing you for weeks now.
The girl, Jessica, looks around and there's no one but the guy with his back to you sitting on the other side of the outside tables reading a desert newspaper...Jessica places the empty cigarette package she just picked up on your table next to your sunglasses.
Jessica is still kneeling down by me and touches my erection over the white cotton shorts while sliding her forefinger slowly in and out of my mouth. Her finger tastes like tobacco from the empty package she picked up off the floor...
My white cotton shorts are loose on me, and Jessica slides her other hand under the waistband of the shorts to touch my penis, then unbuttons the top button and slides the zipper down. My penis springs free.
Jessica brings her hand up to her full red lips and dribbles saliva on the palm, then grasps my penis. Her other hand is sliding two fingers on top of my tongue, slowly fucking my mouth with her tobacco tasting fingers.
Jessica skillfully masturbates me with one hand as the fingers of her other hand go all the way inside my mouth.
I look into her eyes, and cum.
All the while Jessica's young face is only inches from mine. Her eyes twinkle like diamonds when I cum in her hand.
"Oh David, David, look what you've done ." She says, looking at my white cum in her hand
She blots my cum with napkins from the dispenser on the table, and touches a drop of cum to her tongue. "Yummy" she says with a smile, then she gets up and goes back to the serving window.. I catch by breath and go over it in my mind. Just how this happened mystifies me.
Another car pulls into the parking lot of the coffee shop.
The guy reading the newspaper gets up, glances over at me and leaves.
I look at Jessica, she smiles. I wave goodbye. I pick up my sunglasses and put them on again while walking out to my truck with all the empty gallon jugs waiting to be filled at the automated water station just a short distance away.
by david stardust.. Sunday afternoon, July 17, 2016...
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HOW DO YOU CHOOSE YOUR LOVERS?
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Posted:Jul 16, 2016 4:11 am
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Perhaps you've never chosen a lover. Maybe you've always waited for someone to choose YOU.
Attraction to another comes in all styles and intensities. Sometimes the magnetism from another person pulls us along even against our will. If that's never happened to you, then I'm sorry to say you've missed out on one of the most profound mysteries of life. Don't give up hope though that it will never happen to you, because it can happen at any age. As long as you're still breathing, some person can step into your life and knock the ground out from under you.
When you're caught up in the CHARISMA of another person, you become a stranger to all those around you and even to yourself. The very chemistry of your body changes.
Not all the attraction to another person has to do with the sexual side of your togetherness. Some people have little if any desire for sex, and the intense relationships they have are on the non-sexual plane. These relationships can probably be just as rewarding to them as the sexual ones are to those of us who are more physical.
I'm not sorry to admit that I've never had a strictly asexual bond with anyone. My nature is for physical responses to bonding with others.
Strictly platonic relationships exist all over the place, however. Things like teacher, student. Brother, sister, or
brother,brother, sister, sister.. Parents, , etc. Platonic relationships can be just as strong as the physical ones are.
Since this is a sex site, and I'm much more of a sexual person than a person who desires platonic relationships, the scope of this little post is really aimed toward how you choose a sexual lover.
Do you switch sexual lover's frequently? Do you want to go places with your lover, or just stay alone together to do the two headed beast? Do you have two or more lovers on the side, sort of waiting in the wings to get your attention? Do you have a reputation for being "easy" and does that bother you? Are you in the habit of having frequent sexual sessions, and do you think you could be happy by giving that side of your nature up? Do you enjoy telling of your sexual adventures to your friends who you silently think of as "prudes" ?
There are too many variables to list them all here when you get right down to the type, and physical "look" of your lovers. We all have certain "types" of lovers we look for. Important things like height and weight, hair color, age, ethnicity..
All of us have "types" that appeal to us, or make us turn away.
I've always been keenly interested in the sexual side of everything. Physical desire and the release of that tension has been one of the most delightful parts of my life.. How about you? Is is all Bah! Humbug? Or. OH YEAH! I know exactly what
you're writing here?
by david stardust.. Saturday morning, July 16, 2016....
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EXPLORING ABANDONED HOUSES
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Posted:Jul 15, 2016 3:42 am
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When I first bought my house on California's Mojave Desert in May, 1976, there were more people living within a few miles from my place than there are today. About 30 people that used to live in this area, and whom I met at one time or another, have either died, or left the area for reasons known only to them.
In almost all the cases of "gone" people, their homes are still here--abandoned.
At one time or another through the years, "For Sale" signs appeared in front of many of the abandoned places. But the wind and vandals knocked down the signs, and kicked in most of the doors, broken the windows, and carted away anything of value in the abandoned places.
If you're a fan of THE WALKING DEAD you have cringed while munching your popcorn as Rick and his little band of survivors go through one of the abandoned houses in that show.
THE WALKING DEAD has terrifically realistic scenes of exploration of those abandoned houses. Of course in that show the searchers are looking for food, drinking water, and anything else they can use in their struggle to survive in a world gone crazy from the pandemic that has swept through their world.
Marisol won't go through these houses with me. She feels they all belong to someone, and she's too honest to set foot somewhere that doesn't belong to us...
I'm of another mind set. If there's no "Stay Off! " or "No Trespassing" sign anywhere on the property, and the place has a door off it's hinges and has obviously been gone through by vandals, there's nothing much that will keep me from exploring inside.
Let me tell you right off, that going into one of these places is pretty scary! The wind makes things creak and moan, and there are sometimes birds, rats, snakes, and once I even came across a guy masturbating in one place. He didn't see me as I backed out and took off in my car. At another time I kept hearing a "buzzing sound" and discovered a huge bee hive in a far corner of what had been the bathroom. Fortunately I was able to get out of that place without getting stung.
A lot of times there are photographs strewn around inside these places. They always intrigue me and I usually pick them up and take them outside in the sunlight to see what they're about. Once I found a whole stack of nude photo's of a nice looking woman whom I'd never seen in real life. After looking at the pictures, I took them back inside the place and set them on the kitchen counter.
There are a few places out here that have second floors. Going up a flight of stairs in an abandoned house is the scariest thing imaginable...I know of one place that's being used by homeless because I found a pretty clean sleeping bag, a little Sterno stove, and a lot of canned soup, chili, and food, on the second floor of a place a few miles from my house. I got the heck out of there fast, without touching anything..
Marisol shakes her finger at me, like I'm a naughty , when I tell her I'm leaving to go through one of these places.. "Make sure you take your cell phone with you, just in case." she always reminds me..
Just before I enter one of the abandoned houses, I get the same feeling in my stomach as I did when I was a and was about to take my first ride on a rollar coaster...
by david stardust.... July 15, Friday morning.... 2016...
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ARE YOU A TRANSPLANT FROM ONE PLACE TO ANOTHER?
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Posted:Jul 14, 2016 3:04 am
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Well don't feel like the Lone Ranger, because I am too.
When I got out of the Army Infantry in the late 1950's, my Army discharge was from Fort Devens, Mass. I'd spent three years in the Army, two of the years in Mannheim, Germany.
I'd grown up in New York State, Georgia, and Connecticut. I was no stranger to being a transplant from the time I was born until I left my family clan for good. My father was connected to the military establishment and he was transferred every few months.
Our clan had never been West of the Mississippi River. I'd never been to California and didn't know anyone in this strange land of Oranges (and other low hanging fruit)...
I've always been an avid reader though, and my knowledge from books about California was pretty extensive. Television had also come into the world, and Southern California and Hollywood were on the screen almost nightly. I'd made up my mind while over in Germany, that when I got out of the Army I was heading to the Pacific Ocean and Los Angeles.
Before I knew exactly how I'd gotten here, I was in Los Angeles.
I'd always been a sexually active young guy. Los Angeles though, was another chapter in my sex life . For a horny person, Los Angeles was the Garden of Eden of Eros...
The warm weather, and the number of people who've come to this area from all over the world are freed from the traditions and sexual restrictions of "back home."
The environment we live in creates the place where we play, meet like-minded people, and are able to express or not express our sexual desires. The more people in the area where we live who think and feel the same as we do about things, the more likely we are to live satisfying sexual lives along with other things in life that we find important.
I've never been sorry that I came as a young man to Southern California. I left Connecticut and the East Coast when I had little there to hold me.
It's very difficult, probably almost impossible, for someone who's lived in another place most of his life, to pull up stakes and travel more than a few miles from his birthplace. For a person to travel across the country, or to another country while in middle age or older is probably beyond the capability of most people. I know that at my present age I would resist moving ANYWHERE with all the strength I have in this old body..
How about you? Are you a transplant? Are you thinking of packing up and jumping off to a new beginning in a different place?
by david stardust.... Thursday, July 14, 2016..early morning.
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