Happy Summer

I am giving you a gift for your summer reading. Enjoy. Future additions to these writings are forthcoming. Also, adding some fun readings which are not my original writings, but pieces I found I thought would be fun to share. Along with the hot stories. I hope you enjoyed all and have a happy summer.

“When I am completely myself, entirely alone during the night when I cannot sleep, it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly.”-Mozart

Wisdom

Trouble brings experience and experience brings wisdom. Proverb

Wisdom is a treasure for all time. Proverb

A good wife and health are a man’s best wealth. Proverb

Self-deprecating

Failure teaches success. Proverb

Success is not measured by what one brings, but rather by what one leaves. Anonymous.

Temptation

It’s hard to fight temptation. There is always the nagging thought that it might not happen again. Anonymous

If you can’t be good, be careful. Proverb

All the things I really like to do are either illegal, immoral or fattening. Alexander Woollcott, 20th century American author and critic.

Thanks

Do not forget the little kindnesses and do not remember small faults. Proverb

At times out own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us. Albert Schweitzer, 2oth century German humanitarian, organist, and doctor.

Retirement

It is true that hard work never killed anybody, but I figured, why take the chance? Ronald Reagan, 20th century American writer and humorist.

Retirement is wonderful. It’s doing nothing without worrying about getting caught at it. Gene Perret, 20th century American writer and humorist.

I will not retire while I’ve still got my legs and my make-up box, Bette Davis, 2oth century American actress.

The best time to start thinking about your retirement i before the boss does. Anonymous.

Work is the curse of the drinking classes. Oscar Wilde, 19th century Irish playwright and humorist.

Anyone can do any amount of work provided it isn’t the work he is supposed to be doing at that moment. Robert Benchley, 20th century American writer and humorist.

Second Marriage

The triumph of hope over experience, Dr. Samuel Johnson, 18th century English writer.

A little incompatibility is the spice of life, particularly if he has income and she is pattable. Ogden Nash, 20th century American poet and humorist.

You think that you are Ann’s suitor; that you are the pursuer and she the pursued…Fool: itis you who are the pursued, the marked down quarry, the destined prey. George Bernard Shaw, 20th century Irish playwright.

A woman’s mind is cleaner than a man’s; she changes it more often. Oliver Herford, 20th century British-born American writer and poet.

Exercise

The trouble with jogging is that by the time you realize you are not fit enough to do it; you’ve got a long walk home. If God wanted me to touch my toes, he would have put them on my knees.

My personal trainer told me to touch my toes. But I don’t have that kind of relationship with my feet so I asked if I could just wave instead.

How do you get your husband to do sit-ups? Put the remote control between his toes.

The Skirt (From New York Flavor)

My skirt is full, soft cotton and a different hue of yellow. I’m wearing an off the shoulder lime green peasant blouse with white strapless sandals. Lime large green hop earrings that accent my light skin.

My name is Pinky, the name I gave myself that personalized me. I am a coffee brown, full breasted African American woman who has pink nipples. I think the name is appropriate when scoping out a sex partner. I stand 5.7 weighing 175 pounds. Full breast size 42, DD cup. My maiden name is Aretha Jasbon, raised in Boston on Columbus Avenue near Camden Street. I have an undergraduate degree from Boston University Majoring in Psychology and attended Harvard University in Cambridge Mass receiving my master’s degree in business and my Doctorate from Columbia University.

I am a voluptuous woman and enjoy flaunting my round frame. I dress well and am appreciated for my intelligence. As a stockbroker on Wall Street my vacation and sexual encounter are my fun pastimes.

My other lover is Bril, whom I call Teddy Bear because of his hairy chest that I noticed the first time I met him in Central Park. He was attired in dark tan loafers, white linen Bermuda shorts and russet colored shirt with Aztec design, he stands 6 ft tall, weighs 215 pounds of solid muscle and medium completion between vanilla and chocolate. Bril is from India.

Touch it, It’s Wet (Brown on Brown)

Touch it

It’s wet

Touch it

my pussy is wet.

The silk sheets hug the soft

feathered mattress I lay upon.

My body is relaxed

laying on my back

waiting

breathing

waiting

A large feather is making

circular motions

on my breast

your finger enters my wet pussy.

Touch it

It’s wet

Touch it

my pussy is wet.

Finger removed, I feel the feather moving

slowly towards my stomach and

 circle my navel.

Your hand rubs the high mound over my pussy

slowly

slowly

it stops.

Breathing softly, waiting,

eyes closed

legs spread.

College Plan for Sex

I slightly caress your clit with my fingers while you lay inside me. I insert my middle finger slowly into your pussy. Your juices make a squishy noise. I continue to move my finger in and out of your passage of lust. I begin to salivate.

You open your legs wider. I put my head down in between them. I rub my face in your cum,

It is sticky,

Sweet smelling,

I feel your juices seeping in my noose,

On my eye lids and lips.

My dick starts to throb.

When did we start writing our scripts?

Jennifer and I were sitting at the breakfast one morning thirty five years ago. It was a week after our honeymoon. We still had the hots for each other.

We both were attending college, Jenny majoring in law and myself journalism. Jennifer was going to save African American children who were caught up in the juvenile system and me with my words as a reporter.

It was a not day in July, typical weather in New York City during that time of year. We were sitting in a café on 110th Street and Broadway. You were with some females and I was sitting alone, studying. We both were attending summer school and lived on West End Avenue near 86th Street. I lived on 88th Street close to Broadway. Which you told me later after our introduction.

The moment I saw you, I felt a rush from my private area. Damn! You were attractive. I remember thinking I could look at this woman for the rest of my life. You were dark skin with a full Afro. You had on a mini, pink flared skirt which showed your thighs, white sandals and sleeveless blouse. You wore no jewelry but what looked like a high school right. I was hoping it was yours and did not belong to some one else. You were full breasted. I could see your cleavage because your blouse was open at the top. You had a full body, definitely a healthy specimen of a woman. I like full women. I could use some meat on my lean body.

I was not like the other brothers on campus. I didn’t wear the latest fashions, just a simple haircut, shaved almost bald. I didn’t wear an afro because it cost money to keep it trimmed. I was no Richard Rountree who played in Shaft. No looks like Billy Dee Williams or built like Mohammad Ali, and Serenade like Nat Kind Cole, forget it. The thing me and Nat King Cole had in common is that I agreed with I knew I was unforgettable.

Their parents told them that it’s not your color that holds you back in life to achieve a goal, but your mind and attitude.

We did realize how long we had been talking until we heard a grumbling of a stomach. I said there is a message here, hunger. She said “oops, I am a talker, I’m sorry, and did I talk your head off?”

I grinned and said “No!” “In fact it was a welcome relief sometimes I don’t take a break from doing school papers. So your are a welcome breathe of fresh air.”

I got bold again and said “It is near the dinner hour, can I take you to dinner and see you again?” Her eyes sparkled with her response. “Yea! That would be fun.”

It seemed like we fated forever. We both went to HowardUniversity for graduate studies. Our parents wanted us to get a taste of the south. We did some traveling to Atlanta and the Carolina’s. These experiences opened us to how much racism was rampant in the South. After graduation we returned to New York. After two years of dating and no sex between us, we had decided our energies and interest were the same. We care about the human race and wanted to make differences in our career paths.

The conversation included sex. Prior to that we discussed how masturbation was working for both of us. We didn’t want sex to interfere with our goals and school studies. We had concluded from our discussions about sex that were highly sexual. We when we decided to have sex it would be fun. The same way we planned our careers we planned family and fun sexual times during home time and vacation.

Magic Dyke Hand

My lover is engrossed in the office in our apartment preparing a paper for her presentation on her job that that she enjoys as much as sex.

I had on my fun cooking outfit that she loves, floral apron, her favorite. The apron strap is over my neck, and another is tied around my wiast, I wear no panties but a shory shorty T shirt when I am preparing dinner. I never know where the magic dyke hands will want to wander. In the meantime, I prepare a wonderful meal for her which consist of a black eye soup with hot sausages. I stir fry two small onions, three small garlic bulbs. A pinch of dill, salt, and much cayenne pepper. Baby loves her food is spicy. I boil all the ingredients in a medium size pan.

Although we love to prolong our love making, a short fuck in between different times of the day works for us. This is one of those days.

As I come out the kitchen, I sashay upstairs to boo. Opening the door, she turns. I take off the apron, flinging it on the floor. Then I walk over to her, lift my T-shirt because I know she loves to fondle or suck my breast. She puts her Magic dyke hands on my clit and feels my wetness. A quickie! Yes!

The Secret To Having Joy In Your Life

When I open my eyes every morning it is a jpy to see the sky no matter what the weather is outside.

When I have passionate and loving sex, that is that is just as great as my favorite chocolate bar.

When I have an orgasm that is the cake and icing combined. What other joy is there?

There are many but we take may things for granted like our jobs, friends, eating certain foods.

What is your greatest sexually?

If you had a fantasy write the script for your perfect day in bed, on a chair, the floor, kitchen table, counter, bathroom, bathtub, toilet seen, train, plain, bus, tc.

Have you fantasized of being a Mile High club (on a plane)?

Love Choices

Finger, fuck,

dildo

Fantasy lover.

Baby, baby your fingers inside of me,

Juice heavy

Sucking my breast, tits, your love joy

Penetrate me with your fingers

In and out

Slowly, mechanically

Easy

Slow

I moan

I cry

There is a rhythm with my movements

Ours together

My pussy begins to throb

I can feel the ache inside of me

As you push in and out of me

Harder

Faster

Bite me

Fuck me

I want to come

I need you inside of me

Now,

Always,

Don’t stop

I’m screaming inside of my head

Releasing my cum to you

Drink me

Drink me fuck me

Kiss this woman

Hard

Now

For my woman who makes me shiver morning, noon, and night.

You told me you will fuck me with your nipple

Do it…………

My She/Male Lover

Always! Stay in my pussy, my mind, my being.

I am running late. Movie starts at 11:00 computer reads 10:26.

I am breathing so hard, my hands are shaking, you dop turn me on. I will call you en route. I might go to a different theater then I will take my computer nearest to the one by the park.

There is a mall and depending on the weather if I will eat outside and purchase lunch. The gay and lesbian faire is today. Fleet week is also here. Miss you, my lover. A hand kiss to you. Loves ya.

Phone Sex

Phone sex with you.

You are the fiber of my being.

I wish I could have you now

My body

My lips

My breast

My love hole that is wet with much cum.

The juices flow into your mind, heart

Fuck me with your nipple

My teddy bear lover who loves to fuck

Who fuck me daily on the phone?

Baby,

 I want to write and write about you

your body motivates me

I tremble

Scream on the phone

Pant for you, your love making to me so often

So freely.

Love me big woman

Love me

I want to crawl all over you

Your breast,

Your leg

You………

Passion

Wetness, pussy, wetness

Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing

Rolling, rolling, rolling

Holding

Liquid, sweat, liquid

Kisses, saliva, licking, honey sweetness

My passion

My love.

Are you a passionate individual? Dou feel wetness, pussy sweat during your passionate times of lovemaking of foundling Remember I write for all genres,

Who is your love?

Tenderness: Lesbian Feeling

Large bay windows

fog

lights

California landscape

Moving figures on a screen

VCR

SPIDER WOMAN

noise from the heater

I lay on your breast feeling the softness on my lips through your shirt.

I feel safe, protected as you hold me.

I nestle in the cave of your neck, arm pits, so tender

My pussy throbs as your leg caresses the muscles on my leg.

Cheryl

Brown

Raven

Chocolate

Our brown bodies together make fuel

heat

Womyn of color

You caress my arms like a mother bathing her infant,

Tenderly, firmly, lovingly,

I stroke your face for a brief moment.

Ecstasy

Do it to me

The scene is the living room floor. You are propped up on a pillow in a sitting position and I’m laying on your lap with my nose inhaling the aroma of your pussy, mmmmmmm…it smells so good.

I slowly rise to a kneeling position putting my arms on your shoulders and in a soft voice murmur. “I want to you to make love to me now, please…take me. “I continue to whisper softly to this woman saying, “I want you so badly, fuck me.”

You look at me with your eyes half closed and with your throaty voice reply, “baby I know you need me to fuck you, to love you.” My eyes become slightly blurred. Crying excites you. My desire for you becomes so strong at time that my only form of relief is to cry.

You are fuel, you are like an exotic animal. You prance like a lion, jump like a tiger, attack, hold me down, eat me, suck me. Valerie is like an African Zula dancer. Val moves on top of me, and I can feel the rhythm of her body moving like she is listening to the beat of the African drums.

You are like an animal in heat, wild with pleasure, she humps me, screams, moans like a soft kitten, she overwhelms me, I need her.

I cup your face and kiss you softly on the lips. I unfasten my blouse and lift my brown breast to your partially open lips. I don’t wear a bra when you come over to visit because I want to be ready to satisfy your animal list with the bother of unnecessary clothing. She responds to my breast like an infant during feeding.

She sucks,

She moans,

She whimpers with pleasure.

I start to shake, I must control myself,

Do it to me

Do it to me

As I hold my breast to your lips with one hand, I stroke her eyes, nose, and ears with the other. I then kiss her hair, her beautiful mane set in an afro style.

She continues to moan, sucking, moaning, sucking, moaning….

Starts to rub my ass and I can feel the tears coming again. “Oh, brown woman” I whispered,

                                             Oh, brown woman, fuck me, fuck me

How do you ask some to Do it to you.? Are you shy?

Well let’s change that. You might be mission out on some good sex. Let’s start this day.  Write a letter or a brief note. When you have composed it. Then show it to her. You might want to share you’re your work book with her..

The dingey doing dick.

Ok! Ok! Ok!

Can you give my dick a rest?  

Katy! Can you believe what that young ass of a husband of mine said? ” Give his dick a rest”

Girlfriend, I doubt we are going to make it.

This wild juicy pussy of mine needs some action. Men say we are nymphomaniacs. Why? Because they can’t hang. there dicks can no longer dong.

The Dance Place

This is my lucky day I murmur to myself. “Fifth and Howard please,” I instruct the driver. The weather is great which suits my attire. It feels like 80 degrees this Saturday night but a nice breeze is coming from the cab window.  I look like a sleazy whore number one. I’m just kidding, I tell Lele on my cell phone.   Because I have at Least another half hour before we get to my destination, I want to tell Lele what I’m wearing. She is my best friend.

Girlfriend, I’m wearing a black chiffon dress blended with rayon which covers mid thighs only. The neckline is V shaped. I’m wearing my black uplift bra, so tits are pushing out for all to se. My hair is twirled in a donut shape at the top of my head. A rhinestone is visible on the designer stick that is pushed through my hair. With my hair style it gives a great view of my long dangling rhinestone ear rings, which accents my oval shaped face. The ear rings are round in shape like the design on my shoes.

I wear black brown color eyeliner, black mascara and a hint of blue eye shadow. No throngs or stocking tonight. Sip in mules with three inch heals with a rhinestone in the center of the shoe.

Lele says “girlfriend if you are out to catch with that out, you definitely get the job done.” I laughed and said “you got that right girl.” We both laughed together. “Lele, I’m approaching 4th and Howard and I need to rummage through my purse to get money for the driver. “She continues “I know you will not call me when you get home, so buzz me any time that work for you, love ya.”

I put the cell in my purse and find my money in the little compartment in the small evening bag I’m carrying for the night. I don’t want anything to hinder my actions. The less I carry the better, I thought to myself, especially if I have to get busy.

I pay and thank the cab driver when he comes round the cab and opens the door for me.” Lady, you are superfine, I wish I was the lucky guy.” “You are” I said, this queen was in your cab.” We both grinned.

It was 10:00 pm on this Saturday evening and I want to get my dance on. After finishing up with my clients today I took a nap for a couple of hours. I didn’t want o be drag my ass round 11:00 tonight.

The Jewel Club is the latest phase in San Francisco. It opened up nine months ago and is still jumping on Saturday nights. The news spread quickly that the DJ was on his J.O.B. The sistahs and brothers don’t like any half stepping music. As Marvin Gay would say “Let’s get it on.” The club has a substantial amount of folks so as not to look bare. I scouted the place before I settled in. The Jewel had two levels and both had dance areas. One served a limited amount of food and the lower level was a bar only.

The bathroom was unisex which I dislike. Men have a bad habit of pissing on the floor. Ugh. So you have to step in it in order to do your number.

I always look for the bathroom first because I drink a lot of water in the bars, and when the bladder calls I better be ready to respond immediately.

As usual there are more women then men but that is not an issue for me. When I set my sites on a body there is no stopping this queen. I take in the view downstairs first. From the pick of this litter no one looks enticing. I yet, I must admit that the brothers are on with the threads this night. Casual dress, but matching with hair styles up front; balk, crews, dreadlocks, spikes and even some out dated jerry curls. That’s OK, variety is the spice of life, and I smirk to myself. Yes! The brothers are on it tonight and so am I.

I walked up the spiral staircase which gives the clientele a clear view of this sistah with no draws on.

I spotted a youngun at the bar; I sense he could work the floor. I asked him to dance. The song Every Little Step by Bobby Brown was making a dance sound.

We had fun, I learned his name was Jake and he lied in Sacramento. He said he would come to San Francisco every three months because the clubs in Sacramento were scarce. I guess he had the need to share this information while we were waling back to the bar. I asked me if I would join him for a drink. I wasn’t ready to be the therapist tonight so I graciously said “thanks for the offer but maybe another time.” Under my breath I said I doubt it. He was one with the jerry curl. Country.

I continue my exploits. By this time walking space has limited on both floors. I alternated floors and men to get my dance on.

It was nearing the bewitching hour for me to leave but I wasn’t ready. I was having a good time. The music was great. Bobby Womack, Looking for a love, En Vogue, My lovin, Baby Face, It’s No Crime, Maryjane Girls, In My House, Toni, Toni, Tony, It Feels good. Just enough of everything.  

I don’t make it a habit of going out dancing with my girlfriend; they don’t have my Leo energy. I can dance all night and sometimes their sorry asses poop out by twelve midnight. That is why I don’t invite my two girlfriends. Moniva and Jenevat to come out with me. By American standards, they are over weight.

They won’t exercise with me when I walk every morning around LakeMerced where I live.

On my way back from my potty run, I notice him. A black man resembling a smooth bronze sculpture with strong African Features is within my view, but not enough to touch him, but enough to get my clit throbbing. You think I’m kidding. You would have to see him to believe it.

I returned to the bathroom to wipe my pussy before the juice start dripping down my legs. This has been known to happen when I don’t wear any undergarments. Some women just juice out when something suits her fancy. I’m one of those. I have had men lose their dicks in my juices and they freak out. They were so happy because they got the sistah off.

I know what I like – I know what I want and I home school any man before he gets into my playpen. Girlfriends get BOLD and go out your door…

How do you home school your lover? Ask him about his lovemaking techniques. If you want pleasure there has to be a lesson plan involved.

The Fetus Position

I snuggled up to Walter in a fetus position partly awake. He caresses my breast while I pretend to sleep not sure if I want o wake up fully. His hand moves to my stomach and cresses my busy hairs above my clit. I shudder. I’m still resisting total conscious. It’s difficult to do because he has that magic touch that arouses me with each stoke on his finger.

“Hey babe,” Walter says to me, “It’s another foggy day in San Francisco during the summer. Some times I question why I continue to live here. Yet, I have to admit it is perfect weather, no snow, zero below weather, ice to fall on and no constant 100 degree weather in the shade on a daily basis like my fun city Manhattan, New York.”

Walter thinks quietly to himself, there is also any part of California where you can find any weather you want to enjoy all year. Example, in Palm Springs just below Los Angeles, has comfortable weather in November. Los Angeles in March is doable when it comes to wearing light clothing.

Interrupting his thoughts, Annett looks Walter in the face, saying to him”the weather woman says the temperature would be 85 degrees today.” Walter said”with weather like that we need to take action, any suggestions?”

Walter owns his own business called Walter’s Event Planner; I Take You Where You Want to Go. He books events at hotels, MosconeCenter, car shows and median events.

There are not many African Americans in this occupation in San Francisco. He enjoys going to work every day and business is great. The majority of the time he has a smile on his face and a good word to share. He believes laughter can make a good soup if you stir in some positive attitude.

Considering his skin tone is black to blue, piercing eyes with bushy eyebrows, his stance alone scares many Caucasians. Walter’s attitude is positive and his thoughts are; we can make each other happy along with money. With that motto, he knew he couldn’t go wrong. Walter started his business 20 yeas ago when he graduated from San FranciscoState and started working for McDonald’s fast food chain on Market Street near Montgomery Street.

Walter’s grandmother left him an inheritance so money was not an issue. So he applied for the job. This might sound crazy to an average person but his thinking was what better way to gain people and managerial skills, especially near the financial district. If he listens closely, he thought information could be heard. Then he would dissect what worked for him in hi future business.

The move in that direction paid off. He met speakers, event planners, bankers, real estate agents, writers, teachers, lawyers and his wife of 25 years. The many people that he met helped him in his career choice. So he wanted to help individuals be happy in their business choices.

Annett and I have no children. That was a choice we made when we stared dating and screwing each other. We love our jobs which are time consuming. Wife is a college professor and works at the Sex Institute. She specialized in women and children’s issues in her part time private practice.

Her career is her baby along with me. Annett plans women’s retreats, sometimes dinners at our home and fun ways for women to relax.

My baby is a little woman. She reminds you of Earth Kit: square face, frizzy afro which she wears shoulder length, and fat. Yes! She is round and fully packed. I like meant to eat. Fat Arms, big thighs, forty two size tits and chocolate brown, the dark brown kind of woman.

Because the weather was agreeable we decided to go out on the patio and check the temperature. The weather person was correct. At eleven this morning the weather was great. It felt like ninety degree.

Annett said “yes, let’s take action, “ :You fix breakfast my slave,” baby whispers as she rolls over me, stands up and pulls me off the bed, nibbles on my tit which was still hard from her sucking it this morning. “Your breakfast” she adds in a whispering tone, will be my pussy juices, as my slave you are to lick my clit until you feel my juices coming out of my clit, then you are to lick it until I stop coming.” “That will be your breakfast until I order you to have other nourishments besides my cum.”

Ageing and Displaced

Ok! So I’m on an aging roll, you got a problem with it? Just kidding.
   
Since the birth of this column almost nine years ago, I have written about life topics. Yet in reality, we are all going to age. I’m just preparing you for it in a positive journey.
   
My topics are all issues that we have dealt with or that are forthcoming. Here are some memorable ones. Although all the topics are inspirational, some are more eye-openers — Spring Cleaning: April 2, 2012; Table Talk, January 1, 2015; and Memories and celebration Sept. 1, 2012.
  
Is your relationship your comfort zone? Your life? Without this one, you may think you couldn’t go on? You both are glued at the hip. Why? How did this happen. I will write some scenarios that come upon us as we age and or become lonely. Or the terms we use, such as “I can’t go on,” when a relationship is over or your loved one dies. I have never said that I can’t go on, after two marriage and some adventures, Oh boy! Did I go on? Actually it was all good. (Big grin on my face.)
  
Writing this portion of the column really is fun for me. Why? Because at age 79, I am having a great time. Don’t get me wrong. I would love to have a partner or companion, not necessarily to come home to, but to chat, have dinner some time or a roll in the hay. A book I read recently mentioned that if a women takes a trip to the barn we are called ho’s — when men do it, it’s all right. Wellllllllllllllll.
  
As we age, a few things happen which leaves us alone. Many of our friends, children or partners pass. Some prepare for this situation, while others don’t. When I say prepare, it is because some individuals make partners their life.
  
Let’s look at ages 45 to 50.What were those years like? OK! You made some wrong choices now that you are adding more zeroes to your age. Life goes on. First, aging is not a choice, nor life.  So work with what you have. What do you have? Health? What’s it like? That includes exercise. If you haven’t walked or have a good food plan, nothing is ever too late.
   
I returned to walking after slowing down for a while because I was busy writing and working. Even though I am retired, I substitute five days a week. Why? Because I don’t know how to say no when my colleague’s call me to work in their classrooms while they take a much-needed vacation. I know what it is like to have a substitute that can control the students. Some students are challenging. Me, too! When you returning to your classroom you would like it to be in the same order you left it.
   
Since retiring in 1970, what is important is that I still have knowledge that I continue to share with the students. My love for the written and verbal exchange puts me in a category of continued learning. What does this have to do with a partner, ageing and the time spent with myself? A lot. This might sound cold but I came into this world alone, and that is the way I will leave. It is up to me to make the best of what I enjoy. Then sharing will be fun.
   
When we lose a loved one after many years, or with short term relationships, sometimes we can do crazy.

Ageing is tomorow/positive Ok! So I’m on an aging roll, you got a problem with it? Just kidding.

Since the birth of this column almost nine years ago, I have written about life topics. Yet in reality, we are all going to age. I’m just preparing you for it in a positive journey.

My topics are all issues that we have dealt with or that are forthcoming. Here are some memorable ones. Although all the topics are inspirational, some are more eye-openers — Spring Cleaning: April 2, 2012; Table Talk, January 1, 2015; and Memories and celebration Sept. 1, 2012.

Is your relationship your comfort zone? Your life? Without this one, you may think you couldn’t go on? You both are glued at the hip. Why? How did this happen. I will write some scenarios that come upon us as we age and or become lonely. Or the terms we use, such as “I can’t go on,” when a relationship is over or your loved one dies. I have never said that I can’t go on, after two marriage and some adventures, Oh boy! Did I go on? Actually it was all good. (Big grin on my face.)

Writing this portion of the column really is fun for me. Why? Because at age 79, I am having a great time. Don’t get me wrong. I would love to have a partner or companion, not necessarily to come home to, but to chat, have dinner some time or a roll in the hay. A book I read recently mentioned that if a women takes a trip to the barn we are called ho’s — when men do it, it’s all right. Wellllllllllllllll.

As we age, a few things happen which leaves us alone. Many of our friends, children or partners pass. Some prepare for this situation, while others don’t. When I say prepare, it is because some individuals make partners their life.

Let’s look at ages 45 to 50.What were those years like? OK! You made some wrong choices now that you are adding more zeroes to your age. Life goes on. First, aging is not a choice, nor life.  So work with what you have. What do you have? Health? What’s it like? That includes exercise. If you haven’t walked or have a good food plan, nothing is ever too late.

I returned to walking after slowing down for a while because I was busy writing and working. Even though I am retired, I substitute five days a week. Why? Because I don’t know how to say no when my colleague’s call me to work in their classrooms while they take a much-needed vacation. I know what it is like to have a substitute that can control the students. Some students are challenging. Me, too! When you returning to your classroom you would like it to be in the same order you left it.

Since retiring in 1970, what is important is that I still have knowledge that I continue to share with the students. My love for the written and verbal exchange puts me in a category of continued learning. What does this have to do with a partner, ageing and the time spent with myself? A lot. This might sound cold but I came into this world alone, and that is the way I will leave. It is up to me to make the best of what I enjoy. Then sharing will be fun.

When we lose a loved one after many years, or with short term relationships, sometimes we can do crazy.

WHERE YOU GOING, WHERE ARE YOU NOW, AND WHAT WAS YOUR BEGINNING?

Writing all my columns have been exciting, yet this one fills my heart. Why? It is so like the title of this column.

My beginning, WOW! Was I excited. It was September 2007 on Page 8. The column was an introduction of myself. Sharing my experiences during that time seems like yesterday. I seemed to have remained just as busy if not more. On YouTube, Midgetts host for older black women’s issues was another beginning.

Since retiring I have returned to teaching in a substitute status. I became a great grandmother three times. With joy in my heart I became a wife in 2016.

Also, I had started eating lunch with my peers at the senior center. I had pass the center many times and decided one day to drop in. Much to my surprise many of my older neighbors were having lunch.

This comment might sound strange. I have had a limited number of seniors in my life since arriving in San Francisco in 1974. My students and staff which of course I really enjoy are the youngsters in my life.

Also, I did a lot of political active work with youngsters during that period.

Where am I now? Some days there seems like I have no answer for that question. I chose the question last piece “what your beginning was”? because maybe you might be at the beginning or have thoughts of where or when to get started. Starting can be such a process. I knew I wanted to be a writer of no Genre. The columns and books just fell into place.

Where am I going. I am a work in progress. Although Midgettscorner is more educational and inspirational, and New York Flavor with a San Francisco beat is sensual, the book GIRLFRIENDS, I’M 81 AND STILL HAVING FUN, will be, raunchy, sensual, personal and hands on.  This will be a work book. After each chapter question will be presented.

Although the book will be personal I am not a medical doctor, psychologist, therapist, or psychiatrist. I worked in the mental health field beginning in 1974 which was my first job in the mental health field. Also teaching with trouble teens, boys and girls, Adults: bipolar, schizophrenia and alcoholics.  Arriving here with only the two birth children then ages 9 & 12, as a divorcee after 10-years in a horrific marriage and a stay at home mom. Which was nice being home with my two birth children and my three step daughters. Then arriving in San Francisco, my income and life style had changed.  So, two jobs were in the making.

We have four seasons: winter, spring, summer, and fall. Which season is your best?  Which hour of the day is when you have high energy? We are almost into a quarter of the year. What is your plan? We all have a book inside us. Here is mine.

Body changes, medications, employment, retirement, the children, friends, partners, sexuality/sensuality, communication, and mental persuasion.

I started this book when I was seventy-four years old, so it has been a work in progress. I had written two books in between this one. Being persistent can be a good thing. Follow your dream. Don’t let anyone sway you.

Where are you now, and what was your beginning?
    
Writing all my columns have been exciting, yet this one fills my heart. Why? It is so like the title of this column.
    
My beginning. WOW! Was I excited. It was September 2007 on Page 8. The column was an introduction of myself. Sharing my experiences during that time seems like yesterday. I have remained just as busy if not more. On YouTube, “Midgett’s host for older black women’s issues” was another beginning.
    
Since retiring I have returned to teach in a substitute status. I became a great grandmother three times. With joy in my heart I became a wife in 2016.
    
Also, I had started eating lunch with my peers at the senior center. I had pass the center many times and decided one day to drop in. Much to my surprise many of my older neighbors were having lunch. I enter or leave singing.
   
This comment might sound strange. I have had a limited number of seniors in my life since arriving in San Francisco in 1974. My students and staff, which of course I really enjoy, are the youngsters in my life.
    
Also, I did a lot of political active work with youngsters and adults during that period.
    
Where am I now? Some days there seems like I have no answer for that question. I chose the questions last piece “what was your last beginning” because maybe you might be at the beginning or have thoughts of where or when to get started. Starting can be such a process. I knew I wanted to be a writer of no specific genre. The columns and books just fell into place.
    
Where am I going? I am a work in progress. Although Midgett’s Corner is more educational and inspirational, and “New York Flavor with a San Francisco Beat” is sensual; the book “Girlfriends, I’m 81 and Still Having Fun” will be raunchy, sensual, personal and hands-on. This will be a workbook. After each chapter, questions will be presented.
    
Although the book will be personal I am not a medical doctor, psychologist, therapist, or psychiatrist. I worked in the mental health field beginning in 1974, which was my first job in the mental health field, also teaching with troubled teens, boys and girls, adults: bipolar, schizophrenia and alcoholics. 
    
Arriving here with only the two birth children, then ages 9 and 12, as a divorcee after a 10-year horrific marriage and a stay-at-home-mom. Which was nice being home with my two birth children and my three stepdaughters. Then arriving in San Francisco, my income and life style had changed. So, two jobs were a necessity.
    
We have four seasons: winter, spring, summer, and fall. Which season is your best? Which hour of the day is when you have high energy? We are almost into a quarter of the year. What is your plan? We all have a book inside us. Here are the titles of mine.
    
“Body changes, medications, employment, retirement, the children, friends, partners, sexuality/sensuality, communication, and mental persuasion.” I started this book when I was 74 years old, so it has been a work in progress. I had written two books in between this one. Being persistent can be a good thing. Follow your dream. Don’t let anyone sway you.

That was the opening statement of “Where are you going?” I wrote almost a bio in that column.

Today, I can share where I am now with excitement. My book, “New York Flavor with a San Francisco Beat,” which I self-published in 1987, was revised in 2014 with additions. Also, “Brown on Brown: Black Lesbian Erotica,” and a relationship packet. I am happy to say they have been edited and are ready for the printer. I will take them to the printer at the end of the month.

“New York Flavor with A San Francisco Bea” has irresistible erotic stories and questions for age 55+. The purpose of the book is to encourage women and men to know more about their own bodies, erotic needs, and to help compose and reflect their thoughts. I believe men and women need to explore another dimension in their sensuality. The book is candid, imaginative and poetically graphic. When you finish this reading, your life will never be the same. I have provided space with questions and comments after each story as suggestive aids for your creative and inspirational writing.

With “Brown on Brown: Black Lesbian Erotica,” these stories can inspire your own fantasies, which can be acted out with a willing partner, or yourself. The stories are just some examples to get your creative juices flowing. Not discounting the missionary position, but variety can be the spice of life. These books are your private diaries. To write and explore your fantasies without sexual constraints.

Am I afraid of aging? Heck no! At age 82, I’m still working, so far so good with no aches and pains. I am doing my exercises and walking the Bernal hills. The libido is still working. I have a clear mind. I don’t allow my children, grandchildren and friends to monopolize my time. I hear some grandparents complain they have no life because they have allowed their children to take over their lives. Prepare your senior life before this happens.

Who am I? Who are you? What defines you? A wife, parent, writer, worker, designer? When I held workshops for parents, their answers to this question would be, “I’m a parent.” My response to the same question was, “I’m an independent African American female.” My mother said I was the prettiest black child in the hospital. She meant my color tone. She told and showed me what it was to be independent and mentally strong. That is my view of me.

Parenting and all that other stuff came last. Then I would share my credentials, author, teacher, writer, etc., etc. Your words define you. Remember words are powerful. I was a parent much later in life. What will I do tomorrow? Wake up, appreciate the day, stretch and do something for myself. I love people. I have three great coffee shops in my area. One is my favorite, with a patio. Usually I sit indoors because I love the variety of music. Depending on the weather, I will go outdoors always with pen, pencil and computer — which for me is working on the book, “I’m 82 and Still Having Fun.” That’s my daily routine because most of my mornings are free. Am I satisfied with my life? Oh boy! Yes! I’ve had my ups and downs with children, family, jobs, you name it, and I’ve been there. Yet, who hasn’t? I pick and chose my battles. I made time to spend with friends. It’s important I have a good read. My mental and physical health is my priority.

Part 2. How to stay youthful

Do you feel old or youthful?

It has been two months since you read the last article on ageing. Do you feel different about ageing and more excepting? If you don’t have money to change the process or therapy because you are going over the edge therapy “get over it,” Ok! Maybe there are body parts you don’t like.When I saw some of my changes through the years, I have to admit there were some shocks. When a friend of mine had told me had told me to start looking at the ageing process when I turn forty,  but I only started  looking  at my face. 

My readers, I will share with you as much as I can without getting too graphic. My body continues to go through some transformation. Now I am now taking note and the changes continue to surprise me. I don’t know your thoughts or your age on the topic yet at age 79 this Leo born August 4, 1936 I better except these changes or I am in trouble. I’m single. So I, the body and a potential partner will have to deal with this new body. I am grinning as I write this comment.

Now I have dimples on my booty (backside) which has also gotten flat, consider I had a nice eye candy for the observer in my youth.

Another addition, white spots on my legs and arms. Another piece of eye candy when I wore shorts, my legs. Although white spots are not noticeable on my arms,   and they are not sagging.  It took me about four years to reclaim my legs, wearing shorts.

My Breast were not standing like soldiers although not large in size yet another attitude adjustment on my part. Hair started leaving in the private areas of my body.  A shoe size changed. I always had a lazy left eye as a youngster. Going out at night I notice things started to get hazey when I was in my sixties. Then I made the decision to have lazer surgery. What a difference with my better eyesite. 528

Keeping in mind all these changes do not happen to everyone. But I decided to do something positive with my ageing changes. I do a one minute show at conferences or where needed. I have to keep from laughing at my own self when I do these one woman stand up comedies. Here are some of the examples how I stay youthful. Genes do contribute formation of your body, personality possibility lifespan. I do know My personality and some body changes stem from my mom because I had observed hers during different times when I was a  youngster.  My personality came in part from mom and dad.

Look at your life style now and family tree. Were their grouches in your family?  What kind of personalities were there. Are you similar to those side of your families? What about your physical attributes do you participate in any physical activities.

Dance in your home. Put your ear phones and dance. Talk to people, laugh more often, retire and do something fun. Don’t keep saying next year, you might not make it.

I’m still having fun, walking in the AM and dancing with music flowing through my body. Try it! You think because you have gray hair people will think your nuts?

That is their thinking. Get your joy on no matter how you feel. You might inspire someone. As we age, we should feel freer. Get bold. Have fun I do!

It has been two months since you read the last article on ageing. Do you feel different about ageing and more excepting? If you don’t have money to change the process or therapy because you are going over the edge therapy “get over it,” Ok! Maybe there are body parts you don’t like.When I saw some of my changes through the years, I have to admit there were some shocks. When a friend of mine had told me had told me to start looking at the ageing process when I turn forty,  but I only started  looking  at my face. 

My readers, I will share with you as much as I can without getting too graphic. My body continues to go through some transformation. Now I am now taking note and the changes continue to surprise me. I don’t know your thoughts or your age on the topic yet at age 79 this Leo born August 4, 1936 I better except these changes or I am in trouble. I’m single. So I, the body and a potential partner will have to deal with this new body. I am grinning as I write this comment.

Now I have dimples on my booty (backside) which has also gotten flat, consider I had a nice eye candy for the observer in my youth.

Another addition, white spots on my legs and arms. Another piece of eye candy when I wore shorts, my legs. Although white spots are not noticeable on my arms,   and they are not sagging.  It took me about four years to reclaim my legs, wearing shorts.

My Breast were not standing like soldiers although not large in size yet another attitude adjustment on my part. Hair started leaving in the private areas of my body.  A shoe size changed. I always had a lazy left eye as a youngster. Going out at night I notice things started to get hazey when I was in my sixties. Then I made the decision to have lazer surgery. What a difference with my better eyesite. 528

Keeping in mind all these changes do not happen to everyone. But I decided to do something positive with my ageing changes. I do a one minute show at conferences or where needed. I have to keep from laughing at my own self when I do these one woman stand up comedies. Here are some of the examples how I stay youthful. Genes do contribute formation of your body, personality possibility lifespan. I do know My personality and some body changes stem from my mom because I had observed hers during different times when I was a  youngster.  My personality came in part from mom and dad.

Look at your life style now and family tree. Were their grouches in your family?  What kind of personalities were there. Are you similar to those side of your families? What about your physical attributes do you participate in any physical activities.

Dance in your home. Put your ear phones and dance. Talk to people, laugh more often, retire and do something fun. Don’t keep saying next year, you might not make it.

I’m still having fun, walking in the AM and dancing with music flowing through my body. Try it! You think because you have gray hair people will think your nuts?

That is their thinking. Get your joy on no matter how you feel. You might inspire someone. As we age, we should feel freer. Get bold. Have fun I do!



How did you like the readings? Did you get your groove on? Great! Have you considered subscribing for all the new readings to come? Because I’m going to look forward to tantalizing your reading palette?

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I am 84 years old and still having fun!

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