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I believe I have come to a resolution all my serious postings and stuff will be confined to my blogspot blog (and copies made to the other blogs) rather than to my msn spaces blog. My msn spaces blog is nice and all. It's prett to the eyes. But, it lacks substance.
It's April 12th and yet I never reported the good news I had last month. I had a horrible swollen ankle. I had it, I believe, for years and years and yet I did nothing about it. Then, I decided that enough was enough, I would face my fears and I would try to do something about it.
What did I do? It was so simple. I went into a pharmacy in Dublin (any pharmacy) and I asked the attendant for something to treat a swollen ankle. The guy goes "okay, sir, we have this here and this here". And, I bought this cream. Very inexpensive. Following the good advice of my American friend, Brenda Wilcox, to lift my leg up during the night (I used my sleeping bag to elevate my foot), putting on a leg support (medium size - not too tight and not too loose) and applying the cream that night, I woke up the following morning to confront a miracle. The swollen left ankle (and I know it's swollen because it's like twice the size of my right ankle) had returned to the same size as my right ankle. I couldn't believe it!! It was a miracle. I had to look again and again to register the good news.
I've kept the support on since. But, I reckon 80% of the pain has gone. That's enough for me. I'm happy about that. I barely notice it now.
I think the problem started way back in 1999, when I was nearly run over by a car as I was attempting to run across the road (I was probably in the wrong). My ankle was twisted. I often thought for many years after this incident, that it wasn't this actual incident which caused the damage, no, it was actually, the fact that after I had a firm bandage applied in the hospital that night and was supplied with crutches, I refused to use the crutches at all. So, I was putting extra strain and pressure on the ankle. In fact, I stubbornly continued to work as a security guard for a short time. It was absolutely ridiculous. I remember once walking all the way home from the place where I worked to home (my present home indeed) (about 3 or 4 kilometres) limping because I didn't have the crutches with me (maybe I was too proud)...
Anyway, enough of that. The good news it, most of the discomfort is gone and I am happy about that.
I often go for long walks in Dublin and I reflect. Life isn't perfect. My life isn't perfect either. It is for that reason I have decided to put my serious stuff (my expressive honest stuff) on this blog and keep my msn blog for non-judgemental stuff like movie reviews, perhaps, relaying my dreams, (that is my dreams at night), as well as podcasts and the like. So, that's my plan. I guess I'm getting more organised these days.
Anyways, back to sex. I like to discuss this subject. I'm a virgin. And I ask myself why is this so. I think there is a siimple explanation. I just didn't want to have sex and I often pretended to others that I did. Pathetic I know. But, there is actually a more blunt explanation. It's simply that I felt that I would be unwilling to give my lady oral pleasure.
Now, I have changed my mind on this. Henceforth, I have resolved to get down on my knees and supply my lady oral pleasure. Feed on her honey. Have my breakfast. And, make pretty damn sure, as best as a man can be, that she is going to have an orgasm.
And this, of course, reminds me of the famous Jack Nicholson Film, "The Postman Always Rings Twice". That famous sex scene on the kitchen table where Jack, randy Jack, gives his lady oral pleasure, a.k.a. cunnilingus. Pretty damn cool!! See pics. Alas, I did an extensive google search but I couldn't find a photo from the film of Jack actually doing the act. But, I found substitutes which will have to do.
So what's next for me. Heck I don't want to give away all my secrets.