.... get on with your own private life and loves, and leave him to chase other bitches". but she says no, she wants to invite her parents to her
wedding, she needs a "true" love of her own, her heart wants a home. she clings to me and sheds a tear, she wants me, but i havent got enough
money, plus other lady problems. i tell her "we must live day-by-day sweetheart", and as Janis Joplin sang "get it while you can", "even tho ive
got other girlfriends, i really do love you Joelyn, and today you are everything", she lightened up, and replied "ok we are both poor, but at least
we have something".
** Since she and i are replete with sexualities, we now prefer other things as well, like yesterdays high-speed catamaran from waterloo to greenwich
to sit in a market winebar, talking about all the perverts and sick or repulsive people in the world, that the poor girl often has to deal with
every day. on the boat we are acting like kids, she is all over me, and i squeeze her arse and tits. people gawp, initially thinking "thats
disgusting, she is so young, and hes so old" ! but then i see their thoughts changing from jealousy to admiration as they wish their own forms of
marriage and love were not so inhibited, then they start to smile. she has no knickers under her skirt, and as one guy stares, i lift the back of it
to show him her arse "here want a look, £10 please", she complains i dont charge enough
i learn so much psychology from analysing her
responses to what most people call pornography. but she basically hates the job, and only does it because of the ridiculous expenses of surviving by
her own brave efforts in London, and the money is 10 times more than she could ever get in normal work, she can hardly refuse it, and is not a
"nymphomaniac" as many derisively think. her rich clients pay hundreds of pounds an hour, so she can limit them to 3 days a week, then have a lot
of time to herself, and learn how to build a website with me. two weeks ago week she made a mistake and took a booking in a parlour where she had
no choice of customer, and had to take (or else never go back) 20 men in one day, mostly scum who only paid 60£ to screw her, some casuing
considerable disgust and even pain. after 3 days she'd had enough and called in another girl to replace her.
** One reason i love her so much, is because of her superior character, and existential humour, we are both Surfers on the battlefields of emotion,
she is a female hero behind a jetski on a river of #, she knows the consequences of falling into IT (by loosing concentration / alertness /
mind-protection), and had developed great skills in dealing with all her "attackers" /violators. It takes guts to sit in a lonely basement wondering
what type of smelly scum will be the next down the stairs to rape her. one male held a knife to her, took her days earnings and her computer, yet
Bravely she says "i have to carry on to pay the rent, otherwise nowhere to sleep", "who else will look after me ?" sickeningly sad when you
stop criticising her, but her "reward" is very rapid Learning of human Psychology, she is an expert Existentialist already at the age of 23, well
beyond university pretences of "knowledge", there are very few non-killers she could not deal with. most women would be in awe of her
experiences and skills if they were honest. Society tries to malign as tho she is the lowest form of human, but if male, she would be admired as a
james bond, so there is something deeply wrong with earthlings habitually classing females as "inferior", obviously thousands of years of religious
evil under their homosexual tyrant of an Alien "god" caused most of that, and only if we switch to Pagan nature Respect can we find the true
forces of Love, which make it clear that females are the quiet knowers of deeper truths, while the warring males fight /talk and think too much
(like me !) We both live day-by-day and do not expect any permanent "security" in this mortal life. i keep her under control, but am actually
learning from her all the time, she realises that and enjoys it, "tie me up Alan, rape me" she says, knowing she will not get hurt like in
that other place, only greatly excited as she gasps and wriggles, and loves me even more in return.
So why have i said all that ? a type of diary-keeping as i muse over yesterday, but also to confirm to any interested readers, that any of you who
have mostly realised the direction of the proper Route to Liberation, but are still (not surprisingly) a bit fearful of the "divine vengeance of
the pervert lord", may increase your confidences.
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