Indulging oneself while on the Blue Streak of Life

So the rules of the game for the Butterfly are very simple: keep me laughing and keep me sexually satisfied. Simple stuff really.

I'm constantly amazed at how well he manages to keep me laughing. The only other person who ever managed to do this consistently was the dead husband. Interesting there in that the 31st was the 5th anniversary of his death and I didn't feel a need to go to Quantico and lay down prone on his grave and weep. Perhaps life is returning after all.

Anyway, the Butterfly has got to be THE most retarded adult male on the planet. In a good way. And yes, he would still dominate much of my day and my life even without the sex. He's THAT good.

So this morning I indulged him in breakfast with an assortment of delishus cheeses while rubbing his back. My indulging him satisfies my personal need to spoil the male in my life who brings me joy. I realize this is considered TEH EVUL by those of the feminist persuasion, but not in my book on feminism. Please to see the sentence prior to the last one: spoiling the male in my life who brings me joy. How the fuck is this anti-feminist? If someone makes you feel good, isn't it only NATURAL that you would want to make them feel good too? If it doesn't, you need some serious fucking help because you clearly have no concept of give and take.

Well this brings me to the upswing here on "My Life: The Rollercoaster Ride Through Hell". Today was a good day for the most part. Hot, wet, monkey-sex followed by a cheese platter and 5 separate conversation topics with an extremely intelligent, retarded 44 yr old male. Really, could it get any better? Well yeah, but we don't do exercises in futility. So it was great. Then I got to work and my boss showed up and sucked all the color out of life. Fortunately, the Butterfly flitted around briefly after work painting the sky blue again. Then I had a fun dinner and lots of zin.

It's the little moments of joy in life you have to fully immerse yourself in to get by. Today turned out to be a good day after all.