Postoperative Fog

It may sound crazy, and I wouldn’t say this to just anyone but this intense post (minor) surgical pain is kinda the perfect pain.

Impossible to ignore making it very apparent that I have experienced something. There is an intense pain about the size of a fist in the lowest part of my stomach just above my pubic bone.

There are also some serious hot cramps radiating from that clenched fist upward to my navel and back to my asshole. A know-it-all cramp index finger pointing out the obvious (There’s your navel…there’s your asshole… navel…asshole etc.)

The worst menstrual cramps ever but not as intense as natural childbirth.

This experience is WIDE AWAKE but also drowsy and snuggly. The pain is sharp enough to keep me floating right on the edge of that beautiful sleep sea.

Floating mostly in the DELICIOUS drowsy layer of fog that floats just between the waves and the sky of consciousness. 

   In and out of reality is bliss.

    I am so happy that I am not nauseous and that I am not bleeding much. Thankful that my body is fast at work casting it’s magical healing spell. I think Imma gonna make it. The intense pain is more preferable to me than nausea, vomiting, or heavy bleeding.

    So far, I give this endometrial ablation a 5 out of 5 star rating…geez I guess I have been doing Google reviews too much 😛

Not that anyone asked me…

~Kiddṏ

Still Single

I can get myself off.

 

I can have wonderful conversations with friends.

 

I can go on nice long drives and hikes with buddies.

 

BUT

 

I miss kisses, cuddles, hugs and giving other people orgasms.

 

I’m a solitary chopstick

that misses being the big spoon or the little spoon.

 

Sometimes I even miss:

 

” What do you feel like for dinner?”

” I dunno, what do you want to eat?”

” I’m happy with literally anything so you pick.”

” Okay, let’s go to the Greek place by the lake.”

” I’m more in the mood for Mexican.”

” Cool, let’s go get nachos & burritos.”

“….or Italian”

“Okay, I’m good with Italian. Where should we get it from?”

 

” I dunno, I’m happy with literally anything”

~KiDD

Horny for Snuggles

Laying on my bed watching the delicious heavy rain’s got me thinking about how the 1st thing you do when you snuggle up against them is kiss the back of their neck

you just do

if there’s long wavy hair in the way you bury your face into the lightly scented depths until your lips meet their nape

then you apply one firm smooch to the base

then a very gentle light-as-a-breath one a little higher up

as you firmly but fleetingly press your pelvis forward into the ripeness of their warm cheeks

and you tighten then slightly release your arms

Unless you’re snuggling a friend

(Which means that you refrain from pressing your pelvis into their cheeks after the neck kisses of course)

then you just lay there snuggled up and experience the rain together

       ~KiDD

 

So many delicious days & nights of perfect snuggle weather.

“And if you can’t be with the one you love honey
snug the one you’re with, snug the one you’re with,
snug the one you’re with, snug the one you’re with.”

1st place

I’m sure that it would make me uncomfortable if anyone ever tried to put me first.

Hell, maybe someone already has and I successfully resisted that pointless horse shit.

The only 1st I can actually enjoy are 1st place ribbons I earn myself.

Whether it be through foot races, spelling bees or science fairs I enjoy becoming 1st through my own efforts.

Other than that I’d much rather put everyone else before me even if they haven’t earned it.

So, would I like someone else to make my wants and desires a priority?

Like the owl with the Tootsie Pop: The world may never know.
~ Kiddo

Extraordinarily Ordinary

You know when you squirt the dish soap into the sink and seconds later you notice a PLETHORA of tiny magical bubbles floating all around you and you instantly feel like the hills are alive with the sound of music? (I guess to younger folks you’d feel like a Disney Princess). Well that happened to me this evening and nothing else that happened today matters. Excuse me while I sing with the woodland creatures that have inhabited my kitchen.

~KiDD

 

The Impersonal Touch

Falling in love instantly at the impersonal touch.

Keeping my face matter of fact

Listening I nod as you move me this way & that

on the inside I am purring & arching my back. 

Whether being checked for bunions at fifty or headlice at seven

the hands upon me feel as if they are giving rather than taking.

Like heaven.

Instantly and forever but just a little

In love

~Kiddo

Luna my Love

I woke before 4a.m. and tried to sink back into sweet sweet sleep but I felt lonely and untouched so eventually I gave up. Feeling a tidal pull I went outside to commune with the brilliant waxing Beaver moon.

Luna felt my longing and let me know that she empathized easily with my situation because she too is old and alone and untouched by human flesh even though she waxes every month.

“Aha, so the conspiracy theorist are correct!” I thought but she replied “No, I have had visitors in the past but those space suits do not allow for physical intimacy.”

I felt that

I was feeling better about my own situations and thanked her as usual for her lunar inspirations and I lifted my face another moment to bathe in her light.

As I turned to prepare for my day I felt her say “Don’t worry my darling this is but a phase.”

I smiled at her phase turn of phrase. If anyone should know about that it is she.
~ Kiddo 11/11/2019

You can just see the dark edge – not quite full 🙂

Current Status

Notwithstanding the potential hurricane, it feels ABSOLUTELY luxurious to not have to go to a job for the next 2 days. I have had 2 days off since January and they were NOT in succession. I get 2 in a row !!(maybe more if things go south but I get 2 off for sure before the potential shit hits the potential fan) I got a few new books and I am excited to read them 😁

 

~KiDD

Commodious

Read on a bathroom stall…

I’m nobody’s anything
except perhaps second string
certainly no one’s first choice
going days without hearing a voice
or using mine
which is fine
It’s all just white noise
so I wrote this on the bathroom stall
and snapped it with my phone
sober
because I’m no longer drinking alone.

~ Kiddo

commodious

adjective
com·mo·di·ous | \ kə-ˈmō-dē-əs \
1:comfortably or conveniently spacious :

ROOMY
as in a commodious closet
2:archaic: HANDY, SERVICEABLE

Kiddo: Roomy, HANDY, serviceable 🙂

Kiddos Tip: When ‘commodious’ is used to describe a bathroom it could be confusing…do it anyway.