Emotional Vulnerability

Was it COVID that turned Liberal men into emasculated marshmallows?

Yesterday I had a very pleasant ─ exciting ─ dream. Unfortunately, I now cannot remember if it occurred overnight, or in my early afternoon nap. Nor can I recall much by way of detail.

Nevertheless, what I do recall is being somewhere with a small group of probable strangers ─ perhaps we were standing and listening to someone making a speech. 

Whatever the context, a lass next to me who was of average looks but with an appealing enough physique was sort of resting an arm upon my shoulder.

How this was to develop now escapes me, but ultimately we became, I would imagine, a little flirtatious. 

Something else I cannot recall is if I was a younger version of myself, or if it was an incarnation of me in the present.  

What I do remember is that this relatively young lady moved in to kiss me ─ and from a dominant posture, I believe, for I think that her lips can down towards my own.

She apparently was generous with her moist tongue. She inserted it deep into my mouth, and almost in a delirium I helplessly nursed on its length with my own tongue and my lips, gently drawing upon her tongue and caressing it with my own.

In this process, she seemed to purse her lips forward until even they were inserted into my mouth for me to essentially softly nurse upon the entirety of her mouth's surroundings as well as her wet tongue.

I no longer have wet dreams, so this was not one of those. But in my dream that version of me experienced a prodigious erection of such girth that it was something that I can only wish for in my wildest of fantasies.  

I expect that the dream was born of the dearth in my life of any physical intimacy with the opposite sex for what is now approximately 9½ years. 

I prefer to speak no further about this, for it is too near to being painful.

Of lesser interest is my body weight over the past few days. I am perhaps just over five feet and 10½ inches in height, for context purposes.

On either Friday or Saturday prior to me having eaten anything that day, I registered possibly as much as 188 pounds. In the same condition yesterday, my weight scaled at around 184 - 185 pounds. And now today prior to having eaten aught, I was back again to at least 187 pounds.

I write of this for record purposes only.

Okay, last evening despite what I said was my intention in that day's blog post, I did not watch a movie ─ I ran out of time. Then after my younger brother showed up around 9:10 p.m. following his daily socializing somewhere, I used our Android TV Box to tune in an episode each of three of the T.V. series that we follow in common.

I led us off with an episode of Supergirl ─ in this case it was episode 15 ("Reality Bytes") of season five. The episode largely featured actress Nicole Maines in her role as the transsexual character Nia Nal (and the superhero Dreamer).      

I do not appreciate how heavily Marvel boosts homosexuality and transgenderism, but I can bear it. My brother, under the influence of his drink, becomes nearly insufferable with his self-righteous outbursts over it.

Somehow he never before clued in that the Nia Nal character was transgender. He passes out through so many episodes or is simply so otherwise drunkenly oblivious that none of this previously registered with him. 

I ─ as I expect he ─ have always found actress Nicole Maines to be sexually attractive. But not until I read into that Wikipedia link to her biography did I know that Nicole Maines actually was born male. In fact, Nicole lived as male right up until sometime in 2015 when the "gender-affirming surgery" was undergone to render Nicole as visually female.

I do not believe that I will reveal this about Nicole to my brother; instead I will just let him believe for the nonce that Nicole is merely playing a role ─ although Nicole may or may not be lesbian in his thinking.

If I was a young man and had gotten to know Nicole without first knowing of her transgenderism, I truly believe that Nicole could have seduced me even if she was still possessed of male 'equipment'. She is just too sexually attractive. And once aroused, I would have just surrendered to this amazing chameleon.

And that would thereafter leave me in a profound pickle emotionally, for I would not be able to distance myself from any 'woman' I became intimately involved with. 

Anyway, following Supergirl, I tuned in an episode of Lewis (the second part of season eight's finale "Beyond Good and Evil"), and then The Man in the High Castle (episode six "Kintsugi" of season two).

We actually topped off the night's viewing with an episode of The Conners (episode five "Peter Pan, The Backup Plan, Adventures in Babysitting and A River Runs Through It" of season four).

After my brother retired for the night and I was immersed in a few things here at my computer, my eldest stepson sought me out ─ and I am so damned glad that he did.

He had tried to transfer $400 into my chequing account to be put towards the monthly mortgage that is due to be debited on the 22nd, but which was thus far inadequate to meet that demand ─ my wife had 'stolen' $2,000 from the account to gamble away, and was only able to replace $1,500.

On top of that because of her, I was unable to make a minimum payment of $292 for a credit card with a due date of the 21st ─ a credit card whose balance is mainly the result of my wife's gambling vice.  

My stepson came to see me because he inadvertently doubled the transfer he meant to make, thereby placing $800 into my account.

Obviously we fell to talking. His mother apparently owes him a fair sum for money she borrowed and also gambled away.

The gist of our conversation was that he actually extended me $300 (above the $400 destined for the mortgage) so that I could make the credit card payment. As well, he suggested that I transfer the whole value of the mortgage to his account for safekeeping so that his mother would be unable to access it, and he will then transfer it back just in time for mortgage day.

So I made that transfer to him. Now we just have to hope that he does not meet with some dreadful mishap that makes accessing the money impossible.

I am quickly going to cover this morning's T.V. entertainment with my brother ─ again, made possible on T.V. through our Android TV Box.

I led us off with a 46-minute Children's Health Defence upload of just today to Rumble: ‘Good Morning CHD’ Episode 133: Transhumanism + Artificial Intelligence With Joe Allen. 

Joe Allen, today’s guest on “Good Morning CHD,” has mind-blowing information to share on transhumanism, hacking of our human DNA. How does the internet of bodies influence the narrative surrounding vaccination and use of mRNA technology? What is cyborg therapy and what threat does it pose for humanity? What Joe Allen discusses in this episode will leave viewers speechless.

The hostess performing the interview was an exceptionally cute ─ beautiful ─ young lady named Claire Dooley.

That video was followed by a TrialSiteNews 58-minute upload also of today to Rumble: Uncensored: WHO's naked power grab and vaccine sociopaths. 

In this must watch episode of Uncensored, Shabnam Palesa Mohamed engages in a riveting conversation with the incisive Dr Aaron Kheriaty, psychiatric physician, multi-platform writer, and author of The New Abnormal - The Rise of The Bio-Medical Security State.

Dr Kheriaty

Shares with Trialsite News the courageous motivation behind the court case launched by him together with Prof. Jay Bhattacharya and Dr Martin Kuldorff, in which they challenge being censored by social media tech giants about everything C19, but in particular vaccine injuries.

Reveals the latest developments and shocking injury and death findings in the PHMPT court case against Pfizer, instituted for the release of clinical and safety data Pfizer tried to hide for 75 years.

States that "science is incompatible with censorship", and calls those defending Big Pharma liability for vaccine injuries and so called 'sudden adult death syndrome' "sociopathic."

Issues a bold statement against the World Health Organisation: Its proposed and dystopian global pandemic treaty is nothing but a "naked power grab", driven by rampant conflicts of interest.

Talks about his new book The New Abnormal - The Rise of The Bio-Medical Security State, which analyses the dangers of vaccine IDs, state-corporate surveillance, the social credit system, and the World Economic Forum agenda. Pre-orders are open in October via Amazon.

We finished up our morning viewing with Dr. Joseph Mercola's August 2nd 51-minute upload to BitChute: The Rise of the New Normal Reich- Interview with C.J. Hopkins and Dr. Mercola.

While the initial hysteria over COVID-19, what C.J. Hopkins refers to as the Covidian cult — or the magic spell that fell over the majority of populations throughout the world during the initial phases of the pandemic — is largely over, the next phase — the new normal project — is ramping up.

I recently interviewed C.J. Hopkins, an award-winning American playwright, novelist and political satirist based in Berlin, about his new book, “The Rise of the New Normal Reich”.

While the initial hysteria over COVID-19, what Hopkins refers to as the Covidian cult, is largely over, the next phase — the new normal project — is ramping up.

Measures of totalitarian control and the normalization of the pathologization of society, including wearing masks and segregating people based on injection status, are being normalized around the world.

When the Soviet Union collapsed in the early 1990s, it gave rise to global capitalism; since this time, GloboCap has been engaging in “clear and hold,” a military term that refers to surveying a territory and wiping out any remaining pockets of resistance so you can maintain control.

In the past, totalitarian regimes used drastic and obvious shows of control, putting people into concentration camps; today’s ruling establishment is far more subtle in its tactics, but possibly even more dangerous, using tools like censorship and attacks on credibility to wipe out dissent.

This brought us into the noon hour, so my brother sought some bed rest, and I soon enough followed suit in pursuit of a nap. He was gone for the day when I thereafter rose.

Since the day was flawlessly sunny with a pleasant enough cool breeze, at 2:07 p.m. I was out in the backyard in just a pair of cut-offs to sun for a bit over 1¼ hours.

I have an early six-or-so-mile walk planned for overnight that requires me to be getting up at 2 a.m. in order for me to try and be on my way by 2:15 a.m., so I will not be sitting up late this evening.