You Don't Know What Love Is

I thought the election was over, but it seems we are already in the throes of the next one.  There can be no off days in politics anymore, it seems.  The constituency must be bombarded with "what went wrong"s and "what if"s and predictions about the future.  Let me tell you what is going to happen.  

Just kidding.  C.S. Nostradamus is taking a break.  I've been 100% right so far, but it has done no good.  As we know, the major news outlets monitor this site and mine it for ideas.  They will have to come up with their own for awhile.  I just don't have it in me. 

So let's stick to facts.  Women are subscribing to the 4B movement.  Someone read "Lysistrata."  Hard to believe.  Nobody reads anymore. . But, there will be no dating, no marriage, no sex--not even anal.  Nope.  This is good for me.  The rest of you can find out what life without sex is like.  I mean with other people.  

I'm sure both men and women, however, will find the pleasures of homosexuality.  My old saw will become cliche--"It's just sex."  

I'm investing in a sex shop, buying stock in Doc Johnson Enterprises (link).  I wouldn't even know about this, but one of the women who ditched me was friends with somebody high up in the company.  She was well stocked, or so she said.  

As my mountain friend, the ex-broker, always told me, "Where there is pain, there is opportunity."

It doesn't matter to me.  I'm a cuddler.  I find great comfort in holding someone I love.  I'm very much a sensualist.  I miss that.  But as I have discovered throughout my life, not everyone is as crazy for that as I.  

"Get the fuck off me. . . I can't breathe!"

Oh. . . curse those cold, cold hearts.  But apparently, those 4B women. . . . 

American men will have a choice.  They can become like their Japanese brethren, the 草食(系)男子 herbivore men, or they can become part of the online community of incels.  

Or, as I say, they can just have sex with one another.  

"Do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?"

I kid.  I don't expect there to be any changes made.  There are other ways to change people's minds.  I think the 4B women were already not so thrilled having sex with men anyway.  For a passionate person, it would be like joining A.A.  

"Hi.  My name is Chrishawn, and I haven't had sex in 29 days.

"Hi Chrishawn."  

I'm guessing that many men who have been married for a long time might be relieved.  I think the same might be said of many married women, but this is a woman's movement, so. . . . 

"My body, my choice."  

"Amen."

Everything seems to be weaponized now, even sex.  

This is all just a joke, a morning's riff.  Like I said, it really doesn't matter to me.  All I've ever wanted was My Own True Love.  It now is apparent that I will never have her.  I'm like a soldier in a foxhole in an old war movie, writing letters to my lover back home, looking at her photograph I keep close to my heart and waiting ever waiting to hear back from her.  

However. . . while I've been gone. . . . 

So, bros. . . join the club.  And buy stock in Doc Johnson.  Funny name, eh?  

Ironically enough, I am going to photograph the women's roller derby today.  I thought it was tonight, but it is this morning at ten.  What?  Holy shit.  I'm glad I looked that up yesterday.  I also found some photographs taken of the team in action.  I don't think this is going to be good.  I doubt I will get any pictures I will want to use.  I am not going to be able to get close enough to the action, I think, and the lighting is bright and awful, not at all the noir I was hoping for.  Indeed, the women don't look menacing.  I think I'm in for a big disappointment.  But I've committed, so I will head out in just a little while.  

I'll have to find something more scary to photograph like a drag racing crowd.  There is a track here on the outskirts of town.  I'm sure to get my ass kicked there.  

Just an afterthought.  Most of the women I've seen preaching the 4B movement online are young.  Statistically, young people don't use marijuana, drink less alcohol, and have far less sex than previous generations.  Now that girl who made a billion dollars singing songs dissing her old boyfriends makes sense to me.  Pity that football player who dates her.  What can that be like?