A single dot (point) in time

Every single one of my blogs is a single moment in time in my life. I don't like to revisit them. I am a harsh critic. Sometimes rightfully so. How many typo's and meandering sentences and thoughts can a person take in one blog post?  Other times probably not so much merited. Right? Life is what it is. Full acceptance is key. Accepting what was. Accepting what is. As long as you are puttting in your best effort; life can't come down on you. It has no right to. If you are doing the "right" thing; which all that means is following your true heart (the pure spirit that truly loves everything and everyone) then you're always headed in the right direction. But I read these and sometimes I seen my flawed logic. My meandering. My disclosing too much personal and painful; beautiful and deeply felt.  Sometimes I feel like I've been a bit trite; trying to be too linguistic. Lol. Ugghhhh. Anyway. Point is. These little capsules are a ride  I was/am where I was/am at that exact pin point in time; or revisiting things past by pouring them out on page to the pleasure or displeasure of those involved. Some do represent my core values. Probably most. Probably closer to almost all. It's not that I lie. It's not that I'm being subversive. It's that I am fluid; like water. Ever metamorphosing.  Isn't it metamorphosizing?  Have I been saying it wrong all these years?  Ay yay yay. I believe everything I believe to be true. I have lied to no one. I can fell good about that. As of late I've even stopped with the ever smallest of white lies. No longer will you hear me tell a sick co-worker they "still look good" to try and cheer them up. I'm not sure it ever even worked.

Incest and Rape

i believe


And I've read about it enough


And seen it


That children are sexual


They like playing with themselves


Fingers and


Genitalia included*


Then add to that they are innocent


And naive


Diminutive generally if not in size also in spirit


Not because of strength.


But because of openness


Children haven't build defenses


They don't understand warfare


Against their boundaries


Therefore


Adults and even children


Need to heed that


There is a legal age limit for good reason


Not just arbitrarily applied to whom we chose


When we chose


And the same can be said for rape


In a way


Should it be fair that now that I know I have boundaries


Whoever wants to


Whenever they want to


Get to invade them


Without my consent


Just because they want to


And can


How in the world is that sane and humane at all?


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*i honestly can't remember the first time I masturbated. Honestly it wasn't until my 20's and then only with use of a vibrator; I think. Which I find a little sad. I can't say i didn't like the friction of fingers; because well lubricated that can be an awesome thing. I just don't seem to get too juiced up solo. Maybe. And I didn't have no money for K1; plus never have needed it when I'm with the right man (not being quantitative or evaluatory). Who knows. One could ponder things all day. And though in hindsight a lot of people say they have what they consider 20/20 vision about the past. I sometimes believe it's a lot more about the story people want to believe than the actual story really tells when it tells itself (from all sides); but of course seldom do anyone but the players (and sometimes even not them; through no fault of their own) know what's really going on.