LINK: THE EXODUS
June 29, 2025
Sunday
It's Sunday morning. Sunday: my day of rest and
writing. I have my dad with me this week. This is his first visit since his change in his health. Needless to say it has been busy.
I have taken this time to add to my journal. Days with my dad, I get writing in whenever possible. It may be my only outlet for hours. Because of the nature of the needs of my father as well as Boss that is having his share of physical difficulties, I will write whenever I have time. Even if it means finishing this entry one sentence every other hour.
This time has allowed somewhat of a relief from the addiction of social media which isn't really all that social to begin with.
The last few days have been peaceful from the doomscrolling. Though it is important to know what is going on (every day seems to lie something new, often worthy of the term doomscrolling) the psychological break is well needed.
I haven't even checked my Telegram in a while. I still have some video links and articles to read that Logan has sent me. I will definitely get to them. Most likely later than sooner but I will do my best to get to them.
I just haven't had the time to get involved. With the exception of Logan and one other, I just haven't had much incentive to get involved in the distraction.
I received messages on Scruff a few days ago.
One of the guys sent me a message wanting to hook up.
"Right now I have some things going on that will make me unavailable for getting together."
His response, "How so?"
None of his fucking business, how so!
This is not elementary school. I don't need a hall pass to clear why I'm not going to do something. I'm just not.
I didn't even respond to him.
After two days of not hearing from me, he responded with, "Lame," and apparently blocked me.
Good.
I don't like sticking my dick in assholes anyway. Give me an asshole but do away with the assholes.
Another guy I've been chatting with seems nice enough I guess. After a few days of not hearing from me, he messaged me.
"Guess you're ghosting me now."
I replied, "No I'm not ghosting you. My dad is visiting and he requires a lot of my attention."
I continued,"I'm going to be honest. I have a lot going on right now. The last thing I’m worried about is ass right now. A friend would be great. A mutual support, fantastic! Friends that occasionally play with each other, Yes! But empty sex? No.
I'm not looking for a boyfriend. I have a wonderful husband who understands I enjoy meeting others occasionally. But I'm pretty much done with sex without some kind of connection."
There.
I said it out loud.
I'm pretty much done with empty hook ups. So what happens when the moon is full and I turn into a hairy slut wolf looking for a Bukkakke Cumshake?
Key phrase: Pretty much.
