My stepmother once said to me, a while back, when I was 40 pounds lighter and hot looking, "Gee I wish you'd find a guy.." and I told her, yeah, but all I attract are losers. I want an Alpha Male--you know? A guy who has something going for him! And she suddenly turned cynical, smirked and told me: "Oh well, dear, money attracts money."
Yeah. Money attracts money, fame attracts fame, beauty attracts beauty (except for the beauties who love ugly rich men, or lately, the gorgeous young men who attract (Gigilo! Gigilo!) "Cougars." If you wanna be a "cougar" you better have some money! No young tidbit is gonna go for a poor old woman! Yeah right.
So-o-o now my stepmother is in a nursing home, but if she could have a normal conversation I would ask her: what do poor, overweight, middle aged losers attract?
Oh please don't tell me about "inner qualities." We all know men are visual and they love beauty in a woman. And if she's a little older or whatever, no matter--she can have money! I once heard a guy say that he didn't care if a woman had the head of goat as long as she had a hot body. You know that saying, ""such a pretty face.." We know the unspoken subjext of that one.
Nothing's changed.
I don't need inspiring sweet and encouraging words from fellow OS'ers--I am just experiencing the truth that I need to let go.
I am worth it. So is the world.
Writing beats all that sturm und drang anyway!
The inner process is luminous. It does amazing things.
Don't pity me.
I'm just lettin' the truth out.
"Addendeum:" (later for addition--misspelled of course)
OK Folks let me let you in on a secret! I love to use this blog forum as a place to vent. It does not mean that my venting indicates a permanent feeling that will last to the end of time! It does not mean I do not change or grow or re-arrange--I do! Constantly. I get all kinds of well-meant comments trying to soothe my savage soul or placate me or bolster me up or whatever--and while I appreciate these well-meant comments, honestly folks, IT ISN'T NECESSARY! As a hard core fiction writer with a huge portfolio behind me and in-progress, I exercise my writing muscles daily on the page. As a blogger on Open Salon I must confess--okay, let's be brutally honest--this is what I do instead of a (dread the thought) diary! I don't plan to ever write a ME-moir, so this is the closest I'm ever gonna get! It gets whiney, complaining, kvetching, self pitying--you name it! All the crap that comes out in a daily wade through the psyche. You can either enjoy it or not, but please don't try to "therapize" moi! I've had enough of that.
I always find after complaining in a blog here that I feel much better and I can go back out into that wide, wonderful 3-dimensional world and kick ass!
My next blog will be how I am getting in shape, losing weight, looking hot and about ready to launch a new phase. So get ready for that one!
BTW: which is more obnoxious--a poet complaining about how miserable life is or a poet reveling in her own bitch rites? Your pick.
Meanwhile, back to the ranch.....


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"I'll tell you the problem. She's gorgeous and I'm not powerful. Simple as that. You're born beautiful and you're born with a real lust for power. That's all -- you can't fake it. I don't want to boss people around. I couldn't even boss my dog around. I’m serious. I had this huge German Shepherd, and I felt guilty when I told him to sit. Anyway, I hate power and it sticks out all over me. And you'll never see a beautiful woman with a powerless man -- that would be as absurd as a powerful man dating a homely woman. So here I am: a powerless man. Worse than that: a man with no lust for power. Worse than that, even: a man with no lust for power who lusts after beautiful women who have no lust for men without lust for power!"
*sigh*