Today in my own mind is Trinity Sunday..i have spent most of my day in the kitchen with an apron on..the slut inside me has squirmed with pleasure coooooiinnnnnggg...in my ear, the fem inside of me taking a big bite out of the day,perhaps she deserves it and so she has...i suspect as i tease her something rotten getting her own back is a big plus quite why when we live so close together in stocking tops is something that makes me smile.....
The old fart the male left inside me has cooked drank wine and mellowed...the iPod has been on random and the last track before i ventured out form the Kitchen was John Lennon's Imagine...for it is a track that always leaves me humble speechless and almost in tears....it is the track my generation has perhaps forgotten or simply thought that the Dollar,Pound,is more important than such words among the piano notes...people will say it was written for money...and perhaps so...yet at that time i was searching for the inner me..i could feel the transvestite growing but i did not want to quite say yes take me i am yours...i was madly in luv with a girl..ha when have i not been...and i declined an adventure in a dark ally with a man..i was i think the most innocent during that time..the word FUCK....was an awesome word and a word said with bated breath where as today it is as common as saying good morning..and for me myself has lost it's potent power to express what ever it was meant to have portrayed under it's first utterance...
So goeth....